A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 23



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23.

“Tell me what you want. You did a good job, so I’ll reward you.”

Sa Hae-ryung spoke softly. To be honest, I have never said this to anyone. Not even to my assistant, Narak. I was just impressed by the way Jang Il-seo was getting through the tough times. That is why I gathered up my little courage and spoke, wanting to give him something.

“Well. If I tell you, will you give me anything?”

A meaningful question. Sa Hae-ryeong answered with a weight in his eyes.

“Excessive greed invites trouble. But if you have the confidence to take responsibility, there is nothing you cannot give.”

“Good to hear. I like risky things. But not now. Later. When it really becomes necessary, we’ll talk then.”

“Are you saying you want to leave me in debt? I don’t like it. But since you brought it up first, I’ll listen just this once.”

“Oh, that’s so frustrating.”

Sa Hae-ryeong snorted and turned his head away. Then he poured himself a glass and emptied it again.

Looking at this, Jang Yi-seo thought that she was truly an amazing woman warrior. It was a strong drink that even men would have a hard time holding out for long. She swallowed it without even using her internal energy to blow away the poison.

Sa Hae-ryeong drank a few more glasses and then suddenly asked a strange question.

“What’s your relationship with that rouge from earlier?”

Who is Hongran? Is it because she drank too much? She looks slightly red as she turns her head with her chin resting on her hand.

“What, the kind of relationship where you scratch an itch?”

“Huh, men… … .”

“Are you jealous?”

Sa Hae-ryeong looked at Jang Yi-seo with sullen eyes at the sudden question. Then he opened his mouth quietly.

“… … In this Cheonsan, even women with strength can command ten men. So if you’re curious, keep asking. It won’t be a big deal to just grab one of you and strip them naked.”

“and…….”

“What is the reaction?”

“I was so scared that I forgot what I was going to say.”

“Huh, what I’m saying is that a man like you is nothing to me. Let’s clear up any unnecessary misunderstandings.”

Yes. That seems to be the case. Jang Yi-seo shrugged and gulped down his drink. Then Sa Hae-ryeong stood up.

“Going already?”

“It’s been a long time.”

I was serious. It’s so long since I’ve been drinking at a party that I can barely remember. It’s even worse because I’m always so busy.

When Jang Yi-seo stood up to see him off, he raised his hand and stood in front of the stairs, saying,

“The leader has a private breakfast with his disciples once in a while. It’s a kind of regular meeting. And after two weeks, it’s the turn of the Seven Princes. Did you know?”

“hmm.”

Instead of answering, Jang-seo spat.

I knew it. The leader Jin Woo-kwang was spending time with his adopted children. But it was just a breakfast, not a major event to evaluate the achievements and give teachings.

Of course, as a spy, it is clear dereliction of duty to not know about the enemy leader’s official events.

“No, I didn’t know.”

But Zhang Yi shook his head shamelessly. Sa Hae Ling also seemed to have expected this and answered while looking at Mao from afar.

“You didn’t say anything, did you?”

Judging by his expression, there must be something else he doesn’t know about. Did he even run away from having breakfast with the cult leader? That’s really the worst. Jang I-seo frowned and answered.

“Don’t worry. I will definitely attend.”

Unless it’s something else, you must never do anything that goes against the will of the Heavenly Demon.

And inside, my heart started pounding at the thought of meeting him.

Cheonma Jinwookwang.

The true best in the world of his time.

It would be a lie to say that I am not interested in him as a martial artist, let alone a spy.

But.

“Don’t go.”

A completely incomprehensible remark came out of her mouth.

“I told you not to go?”

“It means that you should postpone it to the next opportunity by entering the closed training.”

“What do you mean? Explain it so I can understand.”

“It’s not like you can meet the leader just by going.”

“then?”

“… … You have to open the door to the Heavenly Demon Hall yourself. And Chil-gong-ja is the only one who has never opened it before.”

“what?”

What does this mean? You’ve never opened the door. So you’ve never met the leader alone?

It was so absurd that I looked at her and her voice trailed off, expressing concern.

“And if I don’t get in this time, maybe… … I might be stripped of my qualifications. If I don’t even have the title of Seven Princes, Mao… … will have a hard time surviving.”

Huh. Jang Yiseo’s mouth let out a gasp. Deprivation? Isn’t that too harsh? However, no matter how much I looked at her, I didn’t see any malice. And there was no reason to feel that way.

“That’s all I can say. Okay.”

Thud, thud.

Sa Hae-ryung goes down the stairs and disappears. Then, Jang-seo looks at Mao, who is dancing happily down there, with a blank expression on his face.

“You’ve never opened the gates of the Heavenly Demon Hall? Why?”

I don’t know. But one thing is certain.

The next mission is a regular meeting hosted by Cheonma Jinwookwang.

The idea is to have Mao attend there.

By all means, absolutely.

*

The grand banquet was over, the next day.

Choaaaak!

Jang-seo opened the window of Chilsogung again today. However, unlike yesterday when it was clear, rain was falling steadily. It seemed as if it would not stop easily, as the rain was quite loud.

“Ugh, ugh… … .”

Mao Hanao was still unconscious. Seeing this, Zhang Yishu leaned against the wall, folded his arms, and snickered.

He must be sleepy. Mao spent his time drinking with his followers until the end.

That was really great.

Was this something that could be called a set-up? The shit-filled idiots of the Demonic Cult considered it a great act of generosity for them to even mix words with them.

‘In that respect, I guess I should say this guy is better.’

At least Mao, even though he was a scoundrel, wasn’t the type of guy to divide his opponents into groups.

‘I won’t wake you up today until you wake up on your own.’

Jang Il-seo took a step back with an affectionate expression.

“Ugh… … Phu… … Phu… … ! Ouch! F**k! You, you! What the heck! Why is the window open, you idiot! It’s raining all over my face!”

I didn’t say it would stop the rain.

“Please talk to me.”

*

Zhang Li and Mao sat across from each other at a table.

Originally, it was a guest room filled with expensive paintings and all sorts of decorations, but now everything had been sold and it was empty except for a few flower pots.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Let’s skip the small talk and get straight to the point. Of course, Mao is confused.

“what.”

I’ll pretend not to know. Jang Il-seo opened his eyes sharply and threw it out.

“Breakfast with the cult leader in two weeks.”

My face hardened as soon as I heard it. It seems that I was also concerned about it the whole time.

“… … Do I have to tell you everything?”

“Of course there’s no need for that. It’s my job to find out.”

“But what’s the problem?”

“You said you never opened the door to the Heavenly Demon Hall. You should tell me about that. Why? Did you plan to embarrass me this time?”

“that……!”

Mao opened his eyes wide and asked, his mouth wagging.

“But why do you keep speaking informally to me?”

“When did I? And don’t muddle through the argument. Why on earth didn’t you open the door? Don’t you want to eat? Don’t you have an appetite because it’s morning? Do you want to starve for a few days?”

“hey!”

When I told him to listen, Mao stood up with a murderous spirit. But the other person was Zhang Yi. Hey? He stood up with him and looked up and down.

Then Mao let out a deep sigh, turned his head away, and muttered softly.

“It wasn’t like it wasn’t opened?”

“then.”

“I couldn’t open it.”

“So why? Who is preventing it from opening?”

“No? I can’t open it because I don’t know how to open it.”

“what?”

“I don’t know how to open the door!”

Jang-seo blinked three or four times. Did he mishear? The way to open the door is simple. Push it to the side, or push it forward. Or pull it. It is said that even a three-year-old can do this.

“It’s hard to open the door there.”

No, but this kid. If he gets hit a little, it’ll get easier.

“Come and see. I’ll teach you.”

Zhang Yi was so shocked that he took a big step forward, his voice emitting a murderous slur. Then Mao was startled and shouted.

“I don’t know! I really don’t know, you punk!”

“That’s why I said I’ll teach you!”

“No, shit! Who the hell did that to the door? No matter how much I push and pull and fumble, it won’t open!”

“what……?”

When Zhang Yishu stopped with a surprised expression, Mao finally calmed down and spoke with a tearful face.

“I don’t want to eat.”

Jang Yi-seo furrowed his brows.

Cheonmajeon.

What on earth is in there?

Thud!

I opened the door and went out.

*

Cheonma Hall.

The center of Cheonsan where Cheonma resides.

Very few people knew about this place where all the conspiracies in the world seemed to be born.

To give you an example, when Jegal So-mi asked his grandfather, Jegal Sang, the best brain in the world, where Cheonma Hall was, he replied that it was a place above the dark clouds.

What I mean is, you can’t see it, you can’t touch it, and if you try to find out about it, you’ll just get struck by lightning.

Even in this day and age when spies run rampant, Cheonmajeon was the most secretive place in the world.

And the same was true for Jang Seo, a skilled spy who had survived the Demonic Cult for 14 years.

So, even though it was a day with pouring rain, I walked all the way to Yeojeong.

【Zhuge Bookstore】

Among those that Zhang Yishu knows, he is the most knowledgeable and approachable person in the Demonic Cult. He might know the true identity of the door that Mao spoke of.

Creak.

“Is the owner here?”

As Jang-seo opened the door, the damp smell of the shabby west building greeted him first. He soon shook off the raindrops dripping from his windbreaker and walked forward.

Then, a middle-aged man wearing a Yun Geon reminiscent of Zhuge Liang appears, with his arms resting on the table and his eyes closed.

Jegal Gwi-ryong. The owner of this place, whose real name is Bang Gwi-ryong, the son of Bangga.

“Are you sleeping?”

Knock knock. Jang I-seo approached and knocked on the table. There was no movement. It was as if a mouse was sleeping dead, so I wouldn’t know even if I carried it.

“Hmm. I don’t think he’s sleeping.”

Jang Yiseo said with a sly smile. He is the best agent in the rock carving. This level of judgment is not an easy task.

The sound of breathing is gentle, and the uvula quivers occasionally. How can someone sleep soundly and swallow their saliva so well? Of course not.

Moreover, noblemen who are originally greedy for money tend to sleep little and have sharp ears. They are sensitive. That’s how I am.

“Stop pretending to sleep and wake up?”

When Jang Yi-seo snapped at him, he suddenly started snorting and buried his head in his stomach.

“All night… … work… … work… … . Tired… … .”

“What are you talking about? Why are you doing this? It’s me. Jang-seo.”

Jang Yiseo shook Jegal Guilong’s body. Instead, his shoulders shook as if telling him to move his hand away. Shocked, he took his hand away and blinked.

‘What is this guy? Could he be doing this on purpose?’

Even when he looked back, there was no one there. It was clear that he was being pushed away. Was it okay to do this to a regular customer who had been using his services for 7 years?

He looked at the back of his head with a look of disgust, then took out a silver treasure in the shape of a horseshoe from his bosom. It was heavy and weighed about 40 or 50 nyang each.

“Stop… … . Get back… … .”

Really? Chuck. Then here’s one more.

“Sigh… … . Hmm… … .”

The bite is coming. This time, Jegalgwiryong flinches.

“If it doesn’t happen this time, I’ll just leave.”

Jang Yiseo coldly spat out the words and then added the last one. A whopping three silver ingots. That’s a huge amount of money.

After a while.

Swish. Jegalgwiryong’s wrinkled hands swept the silver treasure and placed it in his bosom.

Phew! The dog keeps pooping.

#Just look ahead and move forward (3)