A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 24



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24.

As Jang Yiseo let out a snicker, Jegal Gui-ryong sat up, glared at him, and said.

“If I knew you were sleeping, I would have just left. What kind of mischief is this?”

“If giving money like this is considered bullying, then the world would be a better place to live.”

“Tsk, then making someone spit out something they don’t want to say with money is bullying, right?”

“I know what you’re going to ask.”

“Of course it’s the Cheonmajeon. Then what would it be?”

Ha, this amazing gentleman. A curve formed at the corner of Jang Yiseo’s mouth. Then he pulled out a chair, sat down across from him, and asked.

“How did you know?”

“You’re a guy who doesn’t even use a messenger because you’re stingy with a few pennies, but you’re still throwing away so much money. If you ask an easy question, you’re not the kind of person who’s a money-grubber.”

“That’s true. But even so, going all the way to Cheonmajeon was too much.”

“I am the assistant of the Seven Princes. I will be visiting Cheonmajeon soon. Should I tell you more?”

Hahaha! Jang Yiseo burst into hearty laughter. He thought that he had chosen a good store. How on earth did he gather information so quickly in this shabby place?

“No, but I can’t congratulate you on becoming an assistant, but why are you so upset?”

“Don’t you think it’s okay? If you’ve even got an assistant, you should just accept your salary. Why do you bother me by causing accidents?”

“You’re bothering me.”

“Your biographies alone have sold more than twenty copies.”

Jang Yiseo’s eyes widened.

“Wow, this neighborhood is scary. Why is there so much interest? But why is that? It’s good for both of us. I’m glad to make my name known, and the owner is glad to make money.”

“Oh, damn it! The only thing I can put in there is money, money, money. That damn money, but I bet the customers will like it.”

“Is that all?”

“Take it out, you punk!”

Bam! Jegalgwiryong took out a book from behind him and threw it on the table.

It is a book that contains the contents of Cheonmajeon. Jang Hana shook her head without even touching it and spoke fluently.

“Mahaesan (魔海山) where Cheonmajeon is located. Behind it is a lake as wide as the sea, making it impenetrable, and in front are five paths that branch out like fingers. At each of these paths, there is a place called Oryongdang, and four of them are dead ends. Only the middle path where Horyongdang is located allows entry.”

Jegal Guilong’s eyes widened. Surprisingly, the content that came out of his mouth was identical to the book. But how could he know this without even looking at it?

“But even if you’re lucky enough to climb Mahaesan, you’ll still have to cross a 300-step (approximately 540m) canyon bridge to reach Cheonmajeon, and anyone without permission will have to be shot by the crossbows of the Mahogungdae (魔護弓隊) stationed on the twin mountains on the left and right. Of course, even if you get through that, it’s not the end. You’ll still have to climb the three thousand steps guarded by the Gwangmyeong Cheonmadae, the strongest in our sect.”

Jegal Gui-ryong’s mouth fell open. That’s right. This is the whole story of the Cheonmajeon hidden deep in the world.

“If you know all that, why are you here?”

“What I’m curious about is not the outside, but the inside. Cheonmajeon is a huge cave labyrinth carved out of the cliffs of Mahaesan Mountain over hundreds of years. I heard that every time the Seven Princes met with the leader, they were frustrated and returned. I want to know why. More specifically, the door that wouldn’t open.”

“Umm… … .”

At Jang Yiseo’s words, Jegal Gui-ryong swallowed his breath. Judging from his expression, it seemed as if he knew something.

It was natural.

Although not much is known about him to the world, in fact, Jegal Gui-ryong was not someone who simply collected and sold information.

‘One of the hidden technicians in charge of the Gimunjin and Giganjinshik in the Demonic Cult. That’s you.’

And this is why he was still alive even after changing his surname to Jegalga, and why he was trusted by Sahae Ryeong.

There must have been traps set in the place where you were first told to find Jinsanpapa, but this was all possible because of Jegalgwiryong.

He was one of the few technicians of the Demonic Cult.

Jang Il-seo asked seriously.

“If you know anything, please let me know.”

“… … No. Leaking secrets is a serious crime and something that should not be kept in one’s mind.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Well, then there’s nothing I can do… … . I’ll take back the money you gave me earlier.”

“step!”

Jegalgwiryong opened his eyes wide and shouted.

“The gates of the Heavenly Demon Hall are for testing one’s eligibility to speak to the Lord. So, if you are qualified, knock. Then, it will open!”

Kwakwakwakwang!

Outside, thunder rumbled, and Jang-seo opened his eyes wide.

“F*ck… … . What the hell are you talking about… … .”

There are 14 days left until the meeting with Cheonma.

*

The next day.

Guests began to visit Chilsogung Palace from 5:00 to 7:00 in the foggy early morning.

Thanks to that, Mao woke up today looking haggard. He sat on the floor and blankly watched the commotion.

“Ugh, I never thought I’d be dragged to here. This shabby, abandoned house is really creepy. But why isn’t there a door here? Is this a ghost gate?”

First of all, the first is a middle-aged man looking up at the sky with a sad expression. He is Jegal Gui-ryong.

“Hey, Mr. Bang Gwi-ryong. You have to speak straight. I wasn’t dragged here. I came here to work for you. What do you mean, you’re eating all my money? Knock knock? Seriously.”

“Oh my! I told you my secret!”

“Shut up. Do what I say until I get back. If you don’t, I’ll charge you interest and get it all. You know me. I’ll get it.”

When Jang Yiseo pressed him, Jegal Guilong trembled. I shouldn’t have accepted the money he handed me yesterday.

‘Either you give me back that money, or you do something else. Decide.’

He bit the poisoned apple because he couldn’t teach others his bad habits. Furthermore, his iron rule was to never return money once he had bitten it. In the end, he took on another job as Jang I-seo suggested.

That’s right.

“Are you saying that it’s really okay to change everything?”

The reconstruction of Chilsogung Palace. It was a very risky design that included a lot of machinery.

Jang Yi-seo answered with a big smile.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“Be honest. Is this why you came to the West Wing?!”

“Humble, humble.”

“You damn bastard. If someone dies, it’s never my fault.”

“of course.”

“Construction costs are separate.”

As Jang Yiseo shrugged his shoulders and nodded back, the second customer, Chu Hongran, bowed her head in greeting.

“If you need anything, please let me know at the reception desk. I will get you anything.”

“hmm.”

Jegal Gui-ryong nodded. His hands had been itching recently anyway. If he could make as much as he wanted without worrying about money, it wouldn’t be a bad deal.

There isn’t much time so the level of completion may be low, but it will still be fun.

Moreover.

“These are friends who will help you. If there’s anything you need help with, feel free to use it.”

“Let’s go Yongtae. Say hello to Master Jegal!”

Hello, Brother! Bow down and bang your heads, you rascals. With the third and final guest, the Black Dragon faction, joining in, everything is ready.

So everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Just one person.

“What the hell are they talking about so early in the morning?”

Except for Mao, the master of the Seven Palaces, who is still half asleep.

“Okay, then please take care of me until I return.”

Zhang Yi greeted everyone, then hurried over to Mao before he could run wild, pushing him on the back and saying:

“Okay, let’s go now.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’ll know when you go.”

Mao, who was being pushed to walk, looks back in confusion. Then, he hears various words coming from behind him at the same time.

“Have a nice day, brother!”

“Have a nice trip.”

“Hey, tsk. If I had time, I’d just tear everything down and start over.”

Wait. Did I hear you wrong? What are you breaking? Mao’s mind flashed, and at that moment, Black Dragon Sect’s vice-chief Megi slammed a large hammer into the wall!

“What the heck? What are you guys doing? Hey! Those guys are destroying my house right now?”

“I must have seen things wrong.”

“No, f*ck! Look over there!”

“From now on, we will only look forward.”

“This crazy guy? Where is he going?”

When Mao burst out in shock, Zhang Yishe smiled and replied.

“Cheonmajeon.”

* * *

-Mahaesan Horyondang main building.

Horyondang is a gateway that must be passed through to reach Cheonmachon.

This place looks magnificent from afar, but up close it looks even more menacing.

That’s understandable, because tigers were present wherever one went.

Tigers carved on pillars. Tigers drawn on the ends of roof tiles. Even the paintings and decorations hanging inside the main building are all tigers.

So, some of the prisoners who were occasionally captured by Horongdang would become paralyzed with fear and show signs of confusion, thinking that hundreds of tigers were staring at them.

It is a place where you live like a tiger and die like a tiger.

That was Horongdang.

And the best of them all is definitely the head of this place.

It was the clever tiger, Horongdangju, Ji Daeho.

“Hmm… … . 14 years ago, he was the man brought to our school by the Two-Headed Demons.”

A master’s room with a tiger skin floor.

Ji Dae-ho sat down in his seat and opened a book to read. It was a personnel record containing a description of a specific person.

The main character of the document on the table right in front of me.

【3rd Grade Assistant Appointment Letter】

A young man who recently pushed me out of Chilsogung twice.

This is the record of Jang Il-seo, who has now officially become an assistant.

Not much was written about him.

It was 14 years ago when I entered this school.

At that time, it had not been long since the peace treaty between the two countries had been signed, so kidnapping or buying orphans or commoners was common.

These people were usually called special outsiders, and Jang Yi-seo was one of them.

And the person in charge of bringing it at that time was none other than Lee Du-sang, who was one of the seven elders of that time.

‘Should I do this?’

‘No, let him do it.’

As the nickname suggests, Idu Ssangma had two heads. Yang Yu, with a ferocious personality, and Yang Yo, with a gentle personality, watched over the children and selected their grades.

But.

“Yang Yu was considered the worst, and Yang Yo was considered the best. As someone who has competed with them, these are truly touching words.”

According to the records, Jang received polar opposite grades.

A hollow danjeon. And a talent for nothingness that borders on shock.

At this point his fate was decided.

“If you are classified as the best, you will become the adopted child of a noble family or a disciple of a famous person, but if you are classified as the worst… … you will be used as a wild dog.”

dingo.

The so-called lowly status of wandering depending on where they are fed.

Among them, there were places where they were used as experimental subjects for those practicing magic, and there were also cases where they were sent to battlefields outside the city.

And Jang was a wild dog.

“It was true that I learned martial arts from over his shoulders.”

Chuck. Ji Dae-ho closed the book.

There was nothing more suspicious about Jang Yi-seo. After struggling at the bottom, he caught the eye of Gyeom Sa-ik, and after 10 years of activity, he rose to a prominent position in the counterintelligence unit.

Recently, I became an assistant at the recommendation of Sa Hae-ryeong.

A life on the bottom that is too long to be considered a spy or have any other intentions.

“It’s a shame, it’s a shame.”

So I was truly sorry.

The simple movements and gazes he had seen in the Chilsogung Palace, and the chilling blow that read his attack and returned it like lightning, even if it was only for a moment.

In summary, his qualifications were not even close to being classified as the best.

The best. No, it would be correct to call it the best in the world.

“But such a crude and poor internal energy. Is this the fairness of God?”

Otherwise, it would be completely inexplicable.

If only I could find a way to block the hole in my danjeon. No, if I could find it even now.

Ji Dae-ho, who had been trembling with anticipation, finally burst into laughter.

It’s impossible. No matter how much of a demonic cult it is, there is no way to block the hole in the dantian.

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