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We don’t know if the Myeonsanyeo that the warrior saw was the real Cheonhwageom.

However, after being thrown out of the guest house, he lost consciousness, and afterwards, he was one-sidedly massacred by wandering singers, a village woman, and a barbarian bitch.

So, rather than running away, I turned around to report this critical situation.

He left his colleagues behind with a truly broken heart.

Saheun’s answer was to raise his palm up to the height of his head.

Sapa Musa shakes his neck.

However, since Musa was not a turtle, his head did not burrow into his body.

However, it was an effort to reduce the impact, but-

“Hmm. No. The idea is not bad.”

Saheun slowly lowers his arms.

It was the moment when Sapa Musa was relieved and craned his neck again.

match!

Sapa Musa’s neck jerked as he was slapped one beat too late.

“This is not a foolish punishment for sobriety. Are you telling me to believe something that not even a dog can believe?”

“Sorry!”

Why would a person who is a political faction leader, or even someone who has the ultimate level of inaction, bother using assassins?

Where is the client who sends assassins there and then openly fights with them?

However, the idea of combining the Heavenly Fire Sword itself is rather excellent.

Couldn’t this be a justification to break the current standoff?

I don’t know if it’s the real Cheonhwa Sword or not, but wouldn’t it be too cruel to take eight lives just for harassing a girl?

So, what I’m saying is that they just found a number of things to complain about.

Then, Saheun rushed to the Danju of the two advanced combat teams and said.

“Didn’t you say that Cheonhwageom girl is walking around downtown Namnyeong like she’s at home these days?”

Munjeong-yeok, the leader of the Baekho Dan, takes advantage of it.

“That’s right. Damn bitch. I was just lucky enough to arrive at the right time for the king to come, but isn’t that a very big deal? How dare you be so wanton in the realm of Apostolic Training.”

“Uh huh. Don’t be so angry. That’s her plan. Didn’t Zhuge Liang tease Sun Quan and lead him to participate in the war? Through provocation, the goal is achieved by turning the inside out. This is the strategy of the fighting world.”

It was Jo Gwang-ang’s strategy of defeat.

“That damn strategy. And now, what is the plan of this old blood clot? I guess you just come to a foreign place and have fun without thinking.”

“Tsk tsk. The opponent is at the peak level. Are you going to make the mistake of looking down on your enemies? If you don’t know, it’s ground-”

“100 wins! I know!”

“Tsk tsk, it’s not 100 wins in 100 battles, but 100 battles in flames. If you are going to pick it up somewhere, make sure you pick it up properly.”

At Jo Gwang-ang’s scolding, Munjeong Station’s face turned red.

The moment when you are about to explode and shout something.

Forty opens his mouth at the perfect time.

“Keuhm, that Cheonhwageom bitch is already annoying, so the owner of the group ordered the members of the Black Wolves to gently apply medicine if they see Cheonhwageom during activities.”

“Olkani! Good! Why didn’t I think of that? Why didn’t I think of using the battlefield here? Are you using your brain too?”

Saheun’s eyes twitch.

Even if there is a ranking of the white-level combat team and the black-level combat team, isn’t 40 clearly the senior?

Of course, in a situation where the level of the combat team and his own inaction are insufficient, he is only older.

Still, it’s you.

This was the reason why Saheun kept his mouth shut.

“Seeing as you’ve come here, doesn’t that mean you’ve caught a case?”

Still, I became a Bokju First Black person.

Saheun opened his mouth again.

“So, when that bitch was seen at the guest house, there happened to be a wandering singer selling songs, so it seems she was making fun of her. Of course, I was so excited that I pulled out my sword. And then he didn’t dare to kill as many as eight warriors of the Sadōryun.”

Words are different depending on how you say them.

This is the legacy of a warrior who has lived for over 50 years.

It was the moment when he was transformed from an incompetent man who lost eight of his subordinates due to his inability to manage his subordinates, to a cool-headed strategist who devised a plan to gain a cause and achieved results beyond imagination in exchange for the lives of his subordinates.

The eyes of the two Danjus sparkle at that.

“Dare! How dare you harm the Great Apostle!”

“Maybe because he’s young, he doesn’t know what to say and runs wild. After all, I saw blood.”

Even though the eight are dead, Jo Gwang-ang instead chuckles and comes up with a plan.

“If you had drawn your sword first, we would have no hesitation. Let’s make the board bigger. Was the king in Gyerim Sword or somewhere else? As we eliminate the easy-going political faction officers one by one, the Gyerim Swordsmen will realize that it is not a good idea to simply believe in the pro-king and remain confined.”

Munjeongyeok nodded and said.

“Hoo. Didn’t you just say he was the pro-king? So it looks like you accept the outcome of the bet now? Cho Kwang-ang, the sure-to-defeat strategy of war. It’s a perfect nickname.”

Jo Gwang-ang’s expression darkened.

Munjeong Station smiles in satisfaction and continues talking.

“Apart from that, Kangho’s seniors should punish the colts who run wild without knowing that they are afraid.”

“Hmph. Can you do that with your strength? I heard you were the bitch who killed the Flame Demon?”

Jo Kwang-ang, offended, sarcastically says.

“From what I heard, you often stop by Yonggungnu, right? All you have to do is feed the bats in the gutter acid poison or parasitic acid. I was trying to ask the teacher for some medicine, hmm? But the teacher doesn’t show his face these days, does he? Did you get upset because that fun thing didn’t work out?”

For reference, ‘gutter bats’ is what the Sapa group calls Haomundo.

Mun Jeong-yeok says this and looks at Jo Gwang-ang.

Jo Gwang-ang, the person who caused unnecessary pain to Gyerim’s disciples and masters by sending out a mysterious letter, shrugged his shoulders and asked why he was looking at me.

“What. anyway. If you attract a bunch of onlookers and insult them by calling them monks, they won’t be able to escape. So, what does your favorite strategy say about this?”

“Um, so… … ”

What a person does cannot be defined exactly as a strategy.

So, naturally, in response to the delayed response, Munjeong Station was very excited and made fun of me.

“Seeing as I can’t get a clear answer, I guess I didn’t read the medical records enough, right? If you don’t get a clear answer even after reading it hundreds of times, shouldn’t you read it hundreds more times?”

Jo Gwang-ang’s expression was distorted.

—-

Bo-yeol told Cheong that he would wait for the last five days, but Yeon-seo did not come by again on the sixth day.

「Congratulations, Seokbongsil.」

Wow, just one line of content!

Unless the situation is unavoidable due to running out of food, just by looking at the one-line love letter, you can tell that Bo-yeol’s feelings are seriously hurt.

But is it Seokbongsil?

Then, since the rooms are named in the following order: jewel, tree, flower, insect, or beast, I think if it’s a bee, it goes down another floor.

Is the old man’s financial situation getting worse?

Well, anyway.

Cheong thought as he threw Yeonseo into the brazier.

It would be nice if I could get just one more bottle of blood poison, but that’s all.

The old man seems to be quite naive about Madhu, and it seems like he will give it to him if he can be gently coaxed.

And then Cheong snaps his fingers.

Congratulations.

Judge Bo-yeol was deeply offended.

“This bitch doesn’t look at people in a funny way, and she doesn’t look at them as a pushover either. I had no intention of keeping my promise in the first place. Like a noble bitch.”

An old man’s specialty is talking to himself.

Bo-yeol was so angry that he was circling back and forth in Seokbong-sil’s narrow room, muttering wildly, ‘See if I’ll leave you alone, that damn bitch that will kill you.’

smart. At the sound of a knock on the door, Bo-yeol shouts in frustration.

“Come in! Bitch, how can a person look so superior! I-”

Boyeol, who was about to get angry, stopped.

It wasn’t Cheong, but judging by her attire, she was a waitress working in a guest house.

“Keuhum, what’s going on?”

“The guest in the Yonggung room asked me to take care of the elderly… … ”

This is a waitress who was shamed for nothing.

In front of the master’s momentum, he shrugs his shoulders and trails off.

“A guest in the Dragon Palace room? Are you saying you asked me to take you there? who? Do you know who I am again?”

“I don’t know, but the customer wearing the cotton thread just politely asked me to bring the old man who used the stone seal… … ”

Who can point out Seokbongsil as a guest wearing a cotton thread?

Boyeol headed to the top of Yonggungnu.

The color of the hallway is already sparkling with golden light, red silk and all kinds of decorations are added, making it dazzling even in the middle of the night.

When you knock on the door of the Yonggung room, the door opens and Cheong greets you with a bare face and a gentle smile.

“Oh, are you here?”

“Ha, how dare you ask an adult to come. Where on earth did you get that braided hair, hmm? What is this scent?”

The strong scent of tea permeates Boyeol’s nose.

“Is it really necessary for a world-renowned judge to stay in Seokbong’s room? I decided to stay here because I didn’t feel comfortable. Take a break here today. Well, you came at the right time. I was thinking of you, so I brought you six supplements.”

“Hmm. I didn’t call you to get some tea.”

Introduction Surin-style etiquette culture naturally includes tea ceremony.

It was Cheong’s tea-making skills that were imprinted by radiation injection.

It’s okay if you don’t do it, but if you do, it’s all the same.

He is a person who is more serious about cars than anyone else.

Just by smelling the scent, you can immediately understand the condition of the tea leaves and whether the tea was brewed properly.

Cheong carefully removes the top water with the lid of the teapot, a technique called chunpungbulmyeon in the process of making tea.

Boyeol holds the teacup and looks into the tea.

In tea art, it is a process called pumcha.

Good temperature, good color, good scent.

The corner of Boyeol’s mouth loosens as he takes in a flawless, perfect glass.

“Hmm, you learned tea art very well.”

“What, my skills are still lacking.”

The intention to argue is gone everywhere, and Bo-yeol wets his tongue with a grinning Yuk Bo-chung poem.

“Hey, that’s good. Yes, I was sad that I couldn’t see a cup of this in my Namnyeong land, but you are much better than the salt seller.”

“Hehe. What else can you get from a salt seller other than salty water?”

“Yes, that’s right. Tsk. What the hell.”

After drinking it three times and enjoying the lingering scent, I felt like I had missed the heat.

It was because I was not in the mood to get angry.

“Keuhum. But the promised time has passed, so why is there no news?”

“Oh, don’t say anything. They say that to eat a meal, you have to sting a stick, but if you stick five sticks at a time, the poison will ruin your cooking from the beginning.”

“What!?”

“Is there some sort of internal strife there? I heard that someone anonymously sent a letter telling people to be careful of poison. The old man probably didn’t send it.”

“Who knows the plan besides you and me, well.”

Boyeol was about to ask back at the absurdity, but suddenly closed his mouth.

It was because there was something to point out.

These bastards, you old bastard is trying to do something, but you’re in the way because you have a stomach ache?

In the first place, it wasn’t a plan to be done alone, and wouldn’t it be better for everyone to finish it quickly and return rather than wasting time and staying in this remote rural village?

But then it gets in the way again.

“As expected. It was sent from there, right? What is it? Do you interrupt people by making them do their work?”

“Keuhum. I’m not like that.”

“So, no matter who reads it but me, they are bound to fail. So, if you have another bottle… … ”

“What! Are you saying I failed?”

“It’s okay to say it’s a failure, it’s just… … ”

Cheong trailed off.

Because I can’t say that I just didn’t do anything.

“But how could I have known that the letter would come? There are five poison needles… … .”

Cheong pretended to be pitiful and trailed off.

If Cheong had been angry with Jeokbanhajang, they could have clashed with each other, but since he was getting a lot of valuable tea and writing letters, he was so upset that he didn’t say anything.

“This is really the last time. Even if I give you more, I have nothing. So, it must succeed. This time, I will give it to you for five days, so please give it some.”

Wow. Three bottles.

Cheong smiled heartily and took the blood poison.

—-

Meanwhile, the waitress who had been scolded by Bo-yeol hurriedly went downstairs, and even after reaching the first floor, she headed further down to the basement.

It’s not a place to hide somewhere and cry because you’re sad about your sad situation as a waitress and being treated like nothing.

Rather, waitresses were the type of people who were happy to be treated like lowly people, because they were part of a group that took advantage of their lowly status to carry out tricks.

These are the ones called Haomen in Gangho.