episode_0349

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Food!

“Hmm.”

Master Unjong looked at Jeon Seo-gu flying towards Jeonseogak. Jeomchangpa was a place where so many Jeonseogu came and went that it was impossible to keep track of which ones were all flying in, but there were days when I felt something.

Master Unjong’s premonition was correct, and the letter handed to him by Jeonseogak’s disciple ended up in Master Unjong’s hands.

However, instead of opening the letter on the spot, Master Unjong headed to the abandoned building with the letter in hand.

Sigh! Shush! Sushi Sisik!

In the abandoned building, a sound like a sharp wind was constantly ringing. Inside the abandoned building, a sound so rich and rich that it is hard to believe it was made by just one person echoes.

Master Unjong opened his mouth as he looked at the two swords moving as if they were dancing.

“Now, little by little, my brother is being caught.”

The warrior returned the two swords to their sheaths and turned around to look at Master Unjong.

A warrior who wields dual swords.

The identity of the warrior was Yeo Il-ye.

Yeo Il-ye answered, wiping away the sweat. Yeo Il-ye’s eyes were still burning after repeated intense training to the point where her martial arts uniform became soaked and sagging.

“This is just the beginning.”

“They say getting started is half the battle, so don’t be too hasty.”

“Yes.”

It didn’t seem like she truly agreed, but as she watched Yeo Il-ye obediently nod, Master Unjong was struck by how much Yeo Il-ye had changed.

‘Yes, this kid can do well.’

“A letter arrived.”

Yeo Il-ye’s expression changed.

Master Unjong smiled as he watched Yeo Il-ye receiving the letter with sparkling eyes, and quietly left the place.

“Eun-gong…”

After muttering that, Yeo Il-ye opened the letter.

A regular contact book from a black cat that arrives approximately once a month. It wasn’t a letter written by Ho Cheon-an himself, but where can you hear the news, even through Black Cat?

Every time Yeo Il-ye received a letter, she was once again amazed at the black cat’s talent.

I can’t believe that even the demonic cult called the Infidel Demon World sends me messages every month. Every time I receive a letter, I am amazed.

Yeo Il-ye opened the letter, sending a heartfelt thank you to Black Cat.

What content will be contained in this month’s book?

The three letters mainly contained information about Ho Cheon-an’s accomplishments, including that he was in good health.

It was just an abstract story, perhaps because they judged it dangerous to reveal information about the Demonic Cult, but that alone was sufficient to convey the fact that Hocheonan and Heukmyo were getting along well.

However, the content written in this war record was different.

-There will be major changes in 6 months, so be prepared.

“…6 months.”

Yeo Il-ye thought, repeating the word six months.

Has there been a big change in the life of the demonic cult?

Yeo Il-ye held the handle of the sword tightly.

‘This time, I will definitely be of help to Eun-gong.’

Yeo Il-ye folded the letter, returned it to the envelope, and stored it in a corner of the abandoned building.

It was to strengthen my resolve by reading the letter.

Wow!

I will improve my skills as much as possible during the remaining period.

Yeo Il-ye’s resolve, which had been gradually weakening due to the indefinite wait, tightened.

‘In 6 months, I will definitely digest all the essentials of this Six-Il Double Playing Sword!’

“Haaaap!”

Yeo Il-ye’s Ki-hap and Pagon-eum began to fill the abandoned hall once again.

Food!

At that time, the Jeonseo-gu flew diligently in the sky to deliver the news to others.

The next person to whom the news of the black cat was delivered was Tang Xiaoyeol.

“6 months. I have to hurry.”

Taaang! Taaang!

The party is resuming the hammering that had stopped. In one corner of Tang Soyeol’s blacksmith shop, numerous items were piled up.

Dang Do-yeon received a letter from the foot of an unknown mountain.

“Time will be tight to tame this guy.”

Dang Do-yeon looked at the horse’s dissatisfied eyes and muttered.

And the Jeon Seo-gu also reached the princess Yuya, who was visiting the imperial palace.

“6 months…”

Hyeok Gi-rin read the letter and thought.

He said he had to hurry to project the imperial influence to Xinjiang as well.

Hyuk Kirin clenched his fists.

Wasn’t it Ho Cheon-an who chose to go to Magyo against the pressure of Socheonma Wi Seo-ryeon? There was no way that the life of a demonic cult, trapped in the hands of such a Socheonma, would be comfortable.

Regardless of the belief that Hocheonan and Black Cat will get through it just fine, their life will be precarious and tiring, like walking on a knife edge.

‘Wait. Ho roninnim!’

When Hyeok Kirin was imagining what Hocheonan would look like on such an arduous journey and was strengthening his resolve.

“I will go.”

“Um.”

Ho Cheon-an was performing a sleight-of-hand in front of Cheonma.

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A week has passed since the 180-day match against Cheonma began.

The match against Cheonma was going smoothly.

On the day he showed his brain power, Cheonma demanded that he show off a feat that was almost acrobatic.

After experiencing the first day, contrary to my expectations that it would be a series of acrobatic competitions, Cheonma was relaxed.

Cheonma began to taste typical gambling once a day.

After all, there are only 180 days?

Cheonma literally enjoyed gambling leisurely.

Of course, just because Cheonma was relaxed didn’t mean I was relaxed.

Pabababak!!!

Because deceiving the Heavenly Demon was never easy!

I was using all my skills to mix Yabawi’s cup, but the Heavenly Demon’s gaze did not go away easily.

Eventually, the cup stopped and the Cheonma spoke softly.

“Interesting.”

That’ll be fun.

I’m doing my best to use all my might to burn the remaining rope, but if I get it right, it’s okay, otherwise I’m done.

Wi Ji-cheon chose the middle glass and I lifted that glass.

Fortunately, there were no dice in the glass.

Wi Ji-cheon, who noticed that there were no dice in the center glass, burst into laughter.

“I can’t believe I’m being deceived by the changes that occur between three glasses at most. The world is wide and there are many talents.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the Heavenly Demon murmur.

It was a game where I just rolled and Cheonma guessed, but each game was a difficult game, so I cried out in pain every time it ended.

“Very amazing.”

I thought as I looked at the muttering Heavenly Demon.

Cheonma was just leisurely enjoying herself, but I was now engaging in a fierce psychological battle with Cheonma.

In order to carry out a six-month gambling competition, it was necessary to understand the intentions of the Heavenly Demon.

The more I understood about the Heavenly Demon’s psychology, the better, but the issue that needed to be figured out first was decided.

Can the Heavenly Demon read my intentions or not?

I thought about the match against Master Unjong.

In fact, considering the difference in gambling skills between Master Unjong and I, it was normal for the match itself to not be successful.

Just as a person with a high level of martial arts wins a fight, it is natural for someone with good gambling skills to win in a gambling game.

All Master Unjong did was learn a few hand techniques for the kids, and I was an expert at gambling, so it was normal for the game itself to not be successful.

However, Master Unjong saw through my foolishness in that match.

This was because Master Unjong read my intention itself based on the overwhelming difference in level.

Even though Cheonma can read my intentions like Master Unjong, is he just playing along with my gambling?

Or is he really unable to see through my intentions?

“Let’s start the next round.”

“Good.”

I looked at the rock and watched Cheonma’s reaction closely.

‘Write…’

It was a Cheonma that seemed to be enjoying itself, but even though it showed such a light appearance, I couldn’t read the Cheonma’s psychology in the slightest.

Even if you are sitting at a gambling table, is it true that a heavenly horse is a heavenly horse?

Even though my mind was busy, my hands showed their skills without hesitation, and I stopped the glass when I thought I had fooled the Cheonma enough.

Cheonma chose the cup.

“It’s on the right.”

I raised my glass without saying a word.

There was a dice in the glass on the right.

As I watched the victorious Cheonma, my headache ached.

I have no way of knowing whether this victory read my mind, perceived a change, or just took a picture, so my mind was bound to become confused.

According to my prediction, there was a 50/50 chance that Cheonma would be able to see through my intention like Master Unjong.

When I competed with Zen Master Unjong, I was only half-top, but now when I compete with Cheonma, I am at the top of my game.

Considering the Heavenly Demon’s monstrous inaction, it seems like he might be able to see through my intentions, but considering my current state, it still seems impossible.

“Interesting.”

The Heavenly Demon looked at me and said in a meaningful tone.

“Your encounter with the school of thought was truly intense, but it also had many regrets.”

“…is that so?”

“At best, we only exchanged a sum, so I kept wondering what it would have been like if I had controlled Ilreoe and exchanged numbers with him.”

The Heavenly Demon stood up.

“Just keep trying. If it were a contest of nothing, it would be difficult, but if it was a contest of gambling, you might be able to see through me.”

I completely caught this.

I nodded, savoring my appetite.

“See you again tomorrow.”

“So.”

The match against Cheonma started now.