A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 11



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11.

The next day.

The main gate of the Seven Palaces opened wide, and Mao walked out, scratching his groin. His eyes were unusually bleary, as if he hadn’t slept well.

As he passed through the bamboo grove and reached the stream, the women who were washing clothes with a baton stopped what they were doing, quickly got up, and bowed their heads.

Then Mao suddenly came over, took off his clothes, and dived into the water below.

“No, over there. That’s lye… … .”

Even though the time was floating around, he didn’t care and put his head out and scooped up water with both hands and soaked it up to his neck. Then, his shoulders also trembled and the water flowed away. The women frowned, but their facial features were so sharp that it was almost annoying, so it was an uncomfortable harmony.

After finishing his bathing and purification, Mao came out and realized! He used his internal energy to blow away the moisture on his body in all directions.

“Whoa!”

Suddenly, the women were soaking wet. Screams of contempt at their filthy bodies echoed through the forest, and Mao walked cruelly through them.

This is the scum of Wolha Village.

But today, there was something that was particularly annoying. This was in line with the reason I couldn’t sleep.

That’s right, Jang Seo.

The arrogant 7th-grade ghost who knocked me out and informed me that he would officially assume his position as assistant tomorrow. That was the reason.

“Do you think I’ve only seen guys like you once or twice? I must have looked like a sleepy person. I must have looked really delicious when I was alone. But Jang I-su. Isn’t that you?”

Mao snatched the candy from a girl who was passing by, put it in his mouth, and chewed it up! Then he said with a cruel smile.

“I am saying that I do not know mercy.”

Ugh, ugh! A three-year-old baby bursts into tears.

Whether he didn’t know mercy or was just a little lacking, Mao’s mind was firm. He would hold a proper welcoming party for Zhang Yishu tomorrow.

That’s why I came to the market today.

“Are you here?”

As we reached the end of the market, two men with grim faces guarding a dark alley bowed their heads.

As Mao greeted him and went inside, the men who had been acting strangely got up and greeted him in the same way as he passed by.

“Are you here?”

“Your Majesty, have you arrived?”

Their collective name is Black Dragon Sect. It is an organization that has dominated Wolha Village for a long time.

Cheonsan is a small country with tens of thousands of believers.

Not everyone can engage in teaching, and their control cannot reach everyone. So, there were some who were loyal to the church but formed organizations and operated freely, like the Black Island Fire Department.

Among them, the Black Dragon faction is comprised of the basics, formed by Yongtae, a 6th-grade demon.

Squeak!

The door to the building opened, and Mao stepped inside, walked over to the central table where the gambling was in full swing, and plopped down on an empty chair with a red cushion on it.

The man in his late thirties with sharp eyes, the boss Yong-tae, opened his eyes and spoke.

“My lord the Seven Princes. Why are you here without any notice? Would you like to play a game with me? I’m very lucky today… … .”

Woof! Before Mao could even finish his words, he swept the gambling table off the floor. Everyone present was startled, and Yongtae’s eyes widened.

No, it’s a game that’s already won…

“You. Aren’t you busy?”

I was busy before you came.

For years, he had been just sitting next to a crazy guy. When Yong-tae sensed that Mao’s mood was not good, he nodded to his surroundings and his subordinates took the guests out.

And he rested his chin on his shoulder and answered coolly.

“What’s going on?”

Mao answered with a sly smile.

“There’s one guy who needs to be installed. I need you to take care of him.”

“That’s my specialty. Who are you?”

“Jang I-su. The guy who wants to be my assistant.”

Look, assistant! The moment he heard that, his face turned pale. No matter how pathetic his life was, his assistants were unrivaled third-class demons.

Yongtae scratched his temple and smiled shyly.

“What should I do? Suddenly, I got the sad news that my father’s only son is in mourning due to an unexpected accident… … . It’s going to be a bit difficult right now.”

“Does that little prize matter now? And you are the only son!”

Bang! Mao jumped up and threw the table far away. Yongtae’s eyes widened as if they were going to pop out. The iron block weighed over 200 geun (120 kg). Using his strength… … .

“It doesn’t matter. Yes, it doesn’t matter at all.”

“Is that so? Then from now on, the Black Dragon Sect will be dealing with that 7th-grade demon.”

“No, why would the Seven Princes decide that… … Wait. A 7th-grade demon? The one who will be your assistant?”

“Yeah. He said he was the leader.”

Ha, a hollow laugh escaped Yongtae’s mouth. A 7th-grade ghost with a heart of gold, aiming for the position of a 3rd-grade ghost’s assistant? Even he, a 6th-grade ghost, is living like this? Isn’t he just a guy who came out of the blue?

“I will destroy it.”

“He will come to the palace tomorrow, so come early and wait.”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I’ll gather all the kids and go.”

“As expected, you’re good at communicating. In that sense, this money fell on the floor, so whoever picked it up owns it. Right?”

No, what the fuck? Are you sure? Of course I want to scream no, but what can I do? I can only grit my teeth and laugh.

Mao picked up the coins one by one, waved his hand, and leisurely disappeared.

“Take a look… … .”

Yongtae bowed and saw him off, and only after he disappeared did he frown and mutter.

“Anyway, that bastard. Whenever I see him, he’s all mine. That’s why flies are swarming around him. And now he’s even got a 7th-grade ghost attached to him? He really is a mess.”

It’s not something a 6th-grade person should say, but it’s not actually wrong.

“But what’s your name? Jang Isu?”

“This is Jang Seo!”

“Oh, right. Jang-seo. Is that right? Wait… … . But what are you, you punk? Why aren’t you going out and are you hiding here?”

When Yongtae turned around, he saw a subordinate with a face that looked familiar yet unfamiliar, standing in the corner, hunched over.

“It hasn’t been long since I got here… … .”

“You idiot! You’re being rude when your brothers are talking. Get out, you idiot! Get out and gather all the kids!”

“Yes, yes!”

At Yongtae’s command, one of his subordinates ran out in a panic.

“Tsk. How are you going to educate your kids?”

Yongtae clicked his tongue in frustration and glared up and down.

Anyway, tomorrow, Chilsogung will be noisy for the first time in a long while.

of course.

‘It will come out like this.’

The man who came out came out of the alley, covered his face with his hand, and then took it off, transforming into a normal-looking person.

The ultimate master of disguise.

Jang Seo, the best agent of the rock carvings.

You can’t fool him and get things done, though.

* * *

The next day.

Chilsogung was bustling since morning. As its nickname of a remote island suggests, it should have a gloomy atmosphere to be enjoyed. Today, for some reason, there were crowds inside and outside the walls.

They were all dressed neatly in black clothes and had fierce faces. They were the Black Dragon faction led by Yongtae.

“Brother, I made all the kids wait at the entrance.”

“Oh, thank you for your hard work.”

Behind Yongtae, who was looking around the palace, a man with a thin, long mustache, wide eyebrows, and a long mouth nodded. He was the chief of the dock, Meggi.

Yongtae waved his hand as if he had lost his mind and told them to go away without looking back. He had known Chil-gong-ja for a long time, but this was his first time entering Chil-so-gung.

However, compared to the time spent looking around, the review was short and brief.

“It’s just an abandoned house. Yeah. It’s an abandoned house.”

Spiderwebs that were years old were commonplace in the overgrown weeds, and the barn door was loose and half-open, and it was sinking down. The tiles were broken here and there, and there were water stains everywhere. At this point, all the money I had been ripped off so far felt like I was begging for money.

“Even the ghosts that wander the nine heavens will settle down here. Look. Even the bamboo is shaking eerily. I have to hurry up and get this done, or I’ll be possessed by ghosts if I stay any longer… … Eww!”

Yongtae screamed as he turned around. This was because a man with wide eyes was standing right behind him, laughing.

“Tch, Your Majesty the Seven Princes.”

The owner of this ruined palace, Maoda.

I’ll make some noise and come back. Yongtae wet his dry lips with surprise.

Then Mao looked around and asked.

“Where is he now?”

“Him? Who is he?”

“Jang I-su.”

How would I know? I can’t even see it because it’s surrounded by bamboo on all sides.

“Well, I guess it’s coming.”

Yongtae said it casually, but he actually thought there was no way he would come. No, even if he did come, he would just watch from afar and run away.

As for the Horongdang where he stayed, even the gatekeeper who cleaned horseshoes was a 7th-grade demon.

Even if you hit it well, it’s still second-rate.

But there are dozens of guys with sharp eyes standing at the entrance, and you come in without any fear? That means they’re just asking you to kill them.

“Once he comes, today will be a day he will never forget for the rest of his life.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Our kids aren’t the type to go around getting beaten up.”

Mao turned around with a smirk at Yongtae’s confident words.

There were about fifty guys from the Black Dragon Sect.

Although they are not outstanding warriors, they are still guys who can wield a sword quite well. At this level, they should be able to eat at least one 7th-grade demon.

“Come in, Jang Isu.”

Mao made all preparations and waited with excitement.

Sssssss.

And finally, the eerie sound of bamboo weeping echoed through the silent sky.

‘You came!’

Mao flinched at the aforementioned expression. He had a feeling that it was a signal that a guest had arrived.

As expected, the dock manager Meggi turned his head from the front gate and shouted loudly.

“Brother! Who is this!”

Mao and Yongtai looked at each other and nodded.

Now it’s time to go pick her up.

*

As expected, Jang Seo appeared.

He came with a small bundle on his back, determined to buy something for real this time.

“Are you that kid who keeps talking nonsense to the Seven Princes these days without even knowing what you’re talking about?”

But the entrance was difficult from the start.

This was because dozens of men with swords blocked the road with an intimidating presence.

Jang-i scratched his forehead and answered the man with wide, furrowed eyebrows blocking his way.

“That’s what it looks like. But what about you? Your field of vision is wide.”

“Megi, the leader of the Black Dragon Sect.”

“Yes. Your name is correct. But you’re a catfish in the Black Dragon Sect. Did you end up in the wrong organization?”

“What is this kid talking about!”

The embarrassed catfish’s face turned red, and he immediately swung his large fist loudly, fearing that he might be called a bully.

Even if you do that, you’re just a third-rate commoner.

Jang-seo slightly lowered his head to avoid the blow, then turned his body sharply and struck the temple at a right angle, which was difficult to predict.

widely!

But as if he had expected it, it was easily blocked by Meggi’s wrist.

“Stop this?”

I was genuinely surprised because it was so unexpected. It wasn’t because of my internal energy, but even so, I was a third-rate commoner, and I was able to block an attack that targeted my blind spot.

of course.

“100 million!”

Bam! Jang Yi-seo’s forehead lightly touched the bridge of his nose.

No matter how you look at it, it’s not surprising enough to make you surprised twice.

Meghi fell to the ground, bleeding from his nose.

“This, this guy… … Cowardly blind spot… …!”

Is that how it’s going to be like that again?!

#Here is the assistant manager (2)