A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 150



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150.

#Chilsogung, departure! (2)

Meanwhile, Mao was heading towards Maga.

Jang went down the river for a while and stopped at a small ferry dock.

The water flowing down from the valley becomes a river here, and because it stretches very long between the mountain ranges, it is called Jangho (長湖).

The boats here are not very frequent, so if you miss one you may have to wait a long time… … .

“Are you going to get off?”

Luckily, there was a boat now. A small ferry that seemed just right for three people, including a boatman.

There was only one passenger who got on first. A woman wearing a white gown.

“I owe you a favor.”

He bowed his head in greeting and handed me two coins from his bosom.

As I sat down across from the woman who arrived first, the faint scent of flowers filled my nostrils. The scent was so unique that Jang Il-seo glanced at me and I turned my head.

And after a while, a boatman wearing a white robe started to row. The boat slowly advanced, cutting through the water.

As we look back, the valley of Gwiseonggok gradually gets smaller.

It’s like putting the time I spent at Doksan Pavilion in a small pocket and leaving it somewhere in my memories.

While I was enjoying the afterglow alone, the boatman spoke to me in a pleasant tone.

“I guess you’re lucky.”

luck?

“Why are you looking like that?”

“The reason for coming to Gwiseonggok is obvious. Either you came to die or you came to live. Since you came out alive, aren’t you lucky?”

That’s true. Unless you’re seriously ill, you probably won’t come all the way to Doksan Pavilion.

Jang Yi-seo smiled and nodded.

“That’s right. You were lucky.”

It’s sincere in many ways.

Everything I get from Doksan Pavilion is no different from chance.

He changed his expression into one of admiration, looked at the boatman, and asked.

“But I guess the boatman is out of luck today.”

At this, the boatman shrugged his shoulders and asked back.

“Why are you looking like that?”

“The sun is already setting, but your shoes are still dry and your robe is clean. It seems like I am the first customer today.”

The boatman stops rowing. Then the sound of water crashing and splashing is heard. For a moment, silence flows.

But that too for a moment.

Shhh, shhh.

The boatman rowed again and answered in a colder tone than before.

“There was already a guest who got on before you. He was the one who got off at Doksan Pavilion before you. So, it’s not your first time.”

Jang Il-seo raised the corners of his lips.

“Do you really see it that way?”

“Then wouldn’t it be so?”

“It is said that when a doctor sees a patient, he first looks at three things. First is the face. The eyes and tongue. Then he looks at the complexion to gauge the severity of the condition. Second is the pulse. Through this, he reads the flow of the body’s energy. Then, what do you think is the last thing?”

“How could a mere boatman know such things?”

“It’s the smell. You can tell by smelling it. If it’s bitter, it means indigestion. If it’s sour, it means diabetes. If it’s fishy, ​​it means the organs are rotting and rotten.”

What should I do? The boatman’s brow furrowed. Why did he come up with such an explanation when he had nothing better to do?

But Jang Seo’s words that followed made it impossible for his expression to harden.

“But this woman not only puts on makeup on her face, but also exudes such a foul, poisonous smell. How can she be a guest?”

“… … !”

“If he were an assassin wearing a soldering iron, wouldn’t he know?”

“Kiaat!”

The moment Jang Il-seo finished speaking.

Wedge!

The woman across from me swung the sword hidden in her sleeve horizontally with a shout.

One thing that was already expected.

He tilted his head back, let out a groan, and then, bang! He simultaneously extended his foot and kicked the woman in the chest.

“evil!”

At this, the woman fell into the water with a splash, and at the moment when Jang Yi-seo tried to get up.

Shuaaaak!

Once again, a blade fell from above his head. It was the boatman with the face of a wicked man! He had hidden the sword in his oar.

puck!

As we dodge to the side, some broken pieces of wood float into the air.

Papa Pot!

Jang-seo kicked it with his foot and hurled it at the boatman like a magic wand.

“Ugh!”

The panicked boatman leapt backwards and swung his sword left and right to block the blows.

The boat came to a halt on the pier, and the boatman revealed his true colors.

“It’s pretty good.”

He was sincere. He was said to be a 7th-grade demon leader, so he has excellent judgment and is quite skilled at cutting down trees.

But.

“Your face is too… … to be called pretty.”

Jang Yi-seo smiled and pointed to the boatman’s left cheek with his index finger.

Jukruk.

I was able to avoid serious injuries by knocking out all the thick ones, but I couldn’t stop the one thorn that grazed my face.

This little sneeze tears my pride apart.

“A man who is about to die is acting so fearless.”

“I’m the type of person who returns what I’ve received. I wouldn’t be able to resist a guy who threatens to kill me. It doesn’t seem like he’s targeting just anyone. It seems like he knows me and came looking for me. Who sent you?”

“Haha, you cheeky brat. You’re getting all cocky just because you stopped a surprise attack.”

“Well, what else would there be if you take away the assassin’s surprise attack? His skills don’t seem to be that great either.”

To be honest, that’s right. If you see one, you know ten. The assassin’s surefire strategy is to surprise attack. So you have to pour out all the skills you’ve seen at that time.

In other words, the blow that was struck earlier was at the level of a boatman.

‘He looks to have outstanding skills, but his swordsmanship is just average. He’s not good enough to enter the Ilbaekmaseong. At best, he’s only like Sa Ho-jeong, the second of the Sa brothers.’

In short, there is no reason to suffer.

But.

“Kuuuuuu. Do you really think you won?”

Hmm? What is that arrogant confidence? Jang Seo’s eyebrows twitched. And at that moment, he revealed his doubts.

An unfamiliar and unpleasant sensation crept under my feet.

As I lower my head, I see the faint smile of a monster through the cracks in the wooden boards.

The young woman who fell outside earlier. No, it’s an old woman disguised as a young woman.

‘this!’

A sharp needle shot up through the gap.

Phew!

Soon, one of my knees suddenly bent as if it had been sprained, along with a stinging pain in the sole of my foot.

“Huh… … ?!”

Jang Yi-seo’s face hardened and turned pale with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the boatman’s sword was aimed at his Adam’s apple.

“Hahaha. Even in my own home, if I let my guard down, I’ll get hurt. I should have been careful where I stepped.”

No. This isn’t a problem that can be solved by being careful where you step.

A refreshing energy flowing through your body.

“Now, how should I cook you?”

A gift sent by Lee Gongja’s assistant, Jo Yang-ak.

It was the appearance of Geomno Ssangsal (劍老雙殺), who handles both swordsmanship and poison.

* * *

Meanwhile, Jo Yang-ak, who had sent assassins to Jang Yi-seo, was sitting in his carriage drinking tea elegantly.

The place he is headed to is none other than Maga.

Today, I was on my way to the official invitation to the match between Mao and Maishin.

“If he hadn’t forgotten today, he would have definitely come out of Doksan Pavilion. Then he would have faced Geomno Ssangsal by now.”

A genuine smile appeared on his face as he imagined the assassins he had sent tearing him apart.

The subordinate sitting in front asked cautiously.

“But who are the two swordsmen?”

Sword of Nosangsal. One of the swords hidden by Muhanseong.

Even the Baekgoedan didn’t know the details about their true identity.

At this, Jo Yang-ak smiled faintly and answered.

“If you look at their skills alone, they may not be anything special, but if you were to fight them to the death, they are people I cannot ignore. In particular, the poison they use is truly ruthless.”

Even Jo Yang-ak, a master ranked in the top 30 of the Demonic Cult, could say something like that. The subordinate’s eyes widened.

“They’re just 7th-grade demons. Is there a reason you sent them here? Our Baekgodan would have been enough.”

“reason?”

Jo Yang-ak snorted and answered.

“He is a lucky guy. He was targeted by the slaughterhouse, but the eldest of the Sa brothers disappeared, and the second was captured by Horongdang. He entered Ilsogung with his bare body and came out alive, and even ended up holding a lot of silver bars in his hands. To that extent, he is a person born with luck. Everything in the world is a matter of luck. A guy who is so lucky should be crushed to death with even greater force so that he can never escape.”

This was the reason why Jo Yang-ak even mobilized his hidden sword, Geomno Ssangsal, to get rid of Jang Yi-seo.

“Then what if that guy… … survives this time by luck?”

A truly one-dimensional question. Normally, Jo Yang-ak would have cracked his head open, but today, it was better.

Because you can recite your most thorough thoughts.

“The swordsmanship of the two swordsmen is not picky about the means and methods used to harm people. It also has meticulousness in its laxity. That boundary breaks the opponent’s tension and makes them vulnerable. Even if you notice one, you will be hit by the second, and even if you notice the second, you will fall for the third trap.”

“There’s no way you can escape this by luck!”

“That’s right. So if he survives this time, it won’t be luck.”

“Then what is it?”

At Suha’s question, a scary light radiated from Jo Yang-ak’s eyes.

What is it?

I don’t want to believe it, but if that happens… … .

‘That’s skill. The overwhelming skill that makes the unlikely rumor of defeating Wang Woo and No-jun into reality.’

Of course… … Of course that wouldn’t be the case.

“Haha.”

A cruel smile appeared on Jo Yang-ak’s face.

I soon began to drink tea and imagine the picture unfolding according to my plan.

Jang Seo.

I’m talking about his miserable end.

And finally… … .

Heeeeeeling!

The carriage arrived at its destination.

* * *

A long line formed in front of Mark’s Manor.

It was already bustling with people coming and going, but today there were several times more people than on other days.

“Why are they all gathered here?”

“I heard that the first and second sons of Maga are fighting today.”

“If it’s the second… … then isn’t it the Seven Princes!”

Most people would keep quiet about their children’s rivalry, but Mila was different.

Rather, they made it more public and even sent invitations to prominent figures.

If Mysin wins, it will mean defeating the cult leader’s son, and if Mao does better than expected, there will be talk that there are no followers under the throne.

Because there was nothing to lose either way.

“Your Highness, please eat!”

Thanks to this, when the names of guests coming to the entrance were called loudly, the believers erupted in excitement.

Normally, even a single wrong eye contact would be life-threatening, so how many opportunities would there be to observe the procession of leaders up close like this?

The atmosphere was very heated, and numerous stories were being told here and there. Of course, the overall atmosphere was not good.

“I heard that the Chil-gong-ja side suggested this match. Are you confident about it?”

“Hehe, hey, no matter what, the opponent is the first young master… … .”

“I guess so. No, but what kind of trouble are you going to get into again?”

“I heard that you used the seal of the White Emperor you received this time to embrace the bandits outside. Do you believe that and do this?”

“To fight Maga with magic? This is really… … . Hehe.”

In fact, not only was it difficult to speak clearly, it was full of contempt and ridicule.

Morally speaking, the loser Chilgongja and the weakling Muhyeolgong. They are both as good as dead, but this is a demonic cult. All evaluations are divided into those with power and those without.

In that sense, it was clear that Mao was a being that even his followers secretly looked down on.

So I was more curious.

What on earth is this fun thing they’re trying to show us?

And then.

The noisy noise gradually quieted down, and the eyes of the onlookers grew wider with shock.

“Your Majesty the Seven Princes, please eat!”

Chilsogung.

They showed up.