A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 89



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89.

#How to become friends with a knife

Jin Woo-kwang looked at the sparkling lakeside without saying anything despite their appearance.

Then, Usa Heukya spoke in a polite tone.

“I thought you wouldn’t come here this year because you’ve been paying so much attention to that child.”

The left-handed man tilts his head and asks again.

“That kid?”

“Yes. A child whom the cult leader himself called to the Cheonmajeon. I even gave him a divine seal.”

“That happened? I don’t know about it?”

“If you know, then run around and tell me everything?”

“her!”

Baekya sighs as if he is sorry. There was such an interesting story. Jang I-seo. It is his story.

one.

“He’s a kid with no more to see.”

Jin Woo-kwang drew a line like a knife.

In his view, Jang Seo’s current position was his limit.

And the Heavenly Horse is not a benevolent being enough to continue to look down on and care about those who cannot even rise higher.

“He seemed quite useful, with high spirits and a lot of drive… … I guess that’s as far as it goes.”

Rather, it was Heukya who felt regretful. In his eyes, the current successors were not satisfactory.

‘Hmm, of all the children the leader has noticed, he seems to be the best.’

But if he has decided so, then there is nothing that can be done.

Even the Black Night lost all interest and changed the subject.

“Do you still think of him?”

Jin Woo-kwang responded with a faint smile.

If other people heard this, they would probably think of their ex-lover.

One, this is the Demonic Cult. And he is a thousand-year-old.

Such clumsy feelings don’t suit me.

The people Jin Woo-kwang draws are not such innocent beings.

He was stronger and more intimidating than anyone else, and he was the only absolute being who could look down on him.

“I’ve been thinking about it more and more because I have nowhere else to go. I wonder if I can win in my current state.”

“Even if he comes back alive, he will not be able to defeat the current supreme power.”

“Haha, is that so?”

Jin Woo-kwang smiled comfortably at the wise words of the left-hand man.

Don’t take his word for it.

He is someone who cannot return anyway.

It’s just to relieve the frustration of fighting a fight that can’t be won.

Before I knew it, his pupils had become cloudy, and now I could picture his back, a figure I could only vaguely remember.

‘But just in case. Just in case. If you come back alive, I’d like to have a showdown. You and me right now. Who’s better?’

Jin Woo-kwang turned around without any hesitation.

One day he disappeared without saying goodbye.

The pinnacle of the generation.

In memory of Muyeong.

* * *

– Cheonsanbuk-ro wilderness.

On a hill overlooking the wilderness.

A middle-aged woman sits on a chair at the edge of a cliff, leaving behind dozens of white-robed warriors.

The attire was truly unique, full of white falcon-like feathers and a green jewel set on the forehead.

Even though she is well into her 40s, she is imbued with maturity and beauty, and also has a seasoned gentleness to her.

Her name is Myo Chae-kyung.

He was one of the key figures in the Demonic Cult and the head of the Flying Dragon Party, which was in charge of diplomacy and intelligence.

And there is one reason why she, who looks like she would be drinking tea elegantly, is frowning in this rough terrain.

‘You cheeky things. Where the hell are you hiding?’

It was because Horongdang recently requested cooperation.

Their name is Cheolmajeok.

It was an organization active in the northern region centered around Xinjiang.

‘Iron Horse? They must be nothing special. I’ll catch them in ten days. No, three days. Then… What will you do for me, Lord?’

It’s true that when I first received a request from Ji Dae-ho, I took it lightly and shouted loudly.

They are neither a clan that flies and crawls in the North, nor a major force in the Central Plains.

At best, I thought they were just petty thieves who took advantage of the situation by doing odd jobs and looting.

but…….

Crunch.

She bit my thumb. This was how I felt at the moment. Contrary to expectations, the situation had become more complicated, and the promise to catch her within three days had long since gone down the drain.

‘What the hell are they doing?’

To be honest, even she, who was considered the best source of information in the Demonic Cult, didn’t learn about them for long.

No, to be exact, I was still figuring it out.

That would be understandable, since at best they are a small band of bandits.

But it didn’t take long for me to realize that something wasn’t right as I found out.

‘Who’s at risk of being killed by them?’

‘As the commander of the five armies, he is a loyal subject of the Sanwang family… … .’

‘Do you think I’m an idiot?! Who doesn’t know that? Then you died back then… . . . ‘

‘Yes. It seems to have been their doing. At the time, they were not soldiers but mere soldiers who participated in the war… … .’

‘Why do I know that now!’

‘I’m sorry that I kept this quiet in Sanwangga.’

‘You useless bastard!’

Crunch.

She bit my thumb again, thinking back to the old days. If I had known sooner, I wouldn’t have let you go so easily.

If it weren’t for that… … .

‘You dare touch the Biryongdang? You damn bastards.’

I would not have suffered the humiliation of my men disappearing.

That is the very definition of humiliation.

In fact, this alone was a serious problem that required the investigation of not just Biryongdang alone, but the entire Oryongdang.

But Myo Chae-kyung’s pride would not allow this.

This was especially true the moment I found out that Jang Seo was the first person to report this incident.

“Jang Yi-seo… … This guy won’t feel refreshed even if you drink it.”

Just thinking about it made me swear.

I don’t know what kind of grudge she, a second-class noble, has against him, but judging by her expression and tone of voice, it’s not a bad relationship that goes back a day or two.

In any case, for this reason alone, it seemed that she would only be satisfied if she slaughtered the Iron Horse herself.

No, at least I had to find out where their base was.

That’s the last bit of pride.

“They will definitely show up again. If they are this bold, they will not miss their biggest prey, which is our school. So wait until they take the bait.”

Myo Chae-kyung’s eyes shone sharply.

The method she chose was not a large-scale search, but to wait quietly with the knife hidden.

They ambushed party members at eighteen villages and gates leading to Cheonsan.

and.

“Your Majesty!”

A hopeful tone was heard from behind.

As she abruptly sat up and turned around, an adjutant riding a white horse came running and immediately got off his horse, knelt down in front of her and shouted.

“I found the Iron Horse!”

Finally… …you took the bait!

“Where are you!”

Her frozen face brightened and she asked urgently.

Then the officer answered with a very stiff face.

“We are near the Bulmun-gaek-jan. But… … .”

“however?”

Myo Chae-kyung looked at him with a questioning look. The adjutant shouted in a miserable voice.

“They say that Prince Yuk has been kidnapped by those guys!”

“what?!”

The disappearance of Maeng Hui.

An emergency has arisen.

* * *

– Wolha Village Chilsogung.

The sunset is setting in the sky.

The already red hair looks even redder.

The same goes for a face that’s full of anger.

“This kid! How dare you hit the back of my head?!”

This is Mao’s story. And the target of his anger was Changryongdo, who stood tall and proud, pretending not to know anything.

I just let a little bet slip to celebrate becoming friends.

‘I almost cut down Jang Seo!’

The more I thought about it, the more chills I felt. At this level, he was a monster in and of himself.

“Wait a minute. Is this a real monster?”

Oh! A groundbreaking inference. Mao put his index finger to his chin.

Then he squatted down and tapped the knife on the floor, saying:

“Hey. Tell me. Tell me.”

But of course there would be no reaction.

“Are you going to hold on? Even like this?”

Thud thud thud! Mao spats on the blade in a petty manner.

“This kid, he’s got it! His face is getting redder and redder.”

It’s sunset.

“No.”

Mao, who had quickly grown tired, whetted his appetite.

It would be better if you were a monster. At least mix in some words.

“Wait. Words? Who said that? You have to beat a sword to make it obey. Oh, that’s right.”

That’s it.

Mao looked around.

Soon, my eyes are drawn to a large boulder in the corner of the garden. It is a round rock like a turtle’s back. It is incredibly hard.

“Uh-huh. You must have taken me for granted. You’ve been caught.”

Mao ran towards him and raised both his hands in the air.

Then, he spread his legs slightly and, in a sloppy posture, slammed himself against the rock.

Booooooo!

But this is something that he would never have done if he had even a little experience handling a sword.

because.

Kyaang!

“Kwaaak!”

Because the recoil force will kill your arm.

It wasn’t even Ben, it was just a whirlwind.

“I’m dying!”

Mao fell backwards miserably and rolled around on the floor.

Both arms were tingling as if struck by lightning.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Yongtae and Meggi, who had finished their work today from afar, returned home giggling, asking if the young master had been drinking again.

“Eww! This son of a bitch!”

Mao, who barely managed to shake off his tears and sat down, raised his sword with a grin.

I feel like throwing it far away.

But at that moment, Jang Il-seo’s words linger in my head.

‘Keep it in your hands. When you’re asleep, when you’re awake, wherever you go. Never let go of it, no matter what. First, your hand must get used to it. Then, at some point, you’ll begin to feel a little bit of what my sword wants from me.’

shit.

“What on earth does he want from me? Or is it even possible to become friends?”

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand why Jang Seo said something like that. Wasn’t he just a piece of iron?

“ha…….”

Before I knew it, the sky had darkened, and I couldn’t help but sigh.

There is no market.

If only there was somewhere I could openly confide in… … .

“Your Majesty, are you feeling unwell?”

That was when.

The refreshing tone seeped into my ears.

When I turned my head, I saw a familiar beauty.

“Rouge… … ?”

Chwiseonruju Chwihongran.

Originally the daughter of the prestigious Murong family of the Central Plains.

She came to me carrying a packed lunch in a basket.

*

“So, you’re saying that Chief Jang told you to become friendly with that sword?”

“That’s what I said.”

Mao sat across from Honglan in the garden, munching on fruit with a look of sorrow on his face.

At first, I just felt so frustrated that I wanted to vent my frustrations.

When she smiles brightly and accepts my words so kindly, my feelings flow out smoothly.

“He also told me not to let go of it. If I keep doing this, I’ll end up taking a shit and wiping it with a knife.”

“Phew.”

“Isn’t that funny? But it’s true. It’s driving me crazy.”

“You must be upset.”

“Oh. And do you know how prickly this guy is? He goes crazy and runs wild as soon as he puts in his internal energy. He’s crazy. I almost cut down Jang Seo.”

“Really?”

“But how do you become friends with a kid like this? Jang-seo said that if you keep holding on to him, he’ll hear what he wants or something.”

Mao said this without much expectation, but Honglan listened to his story quite seriously.

This was because she vaguely understood what Jang Yi-seo was saying.

The Murong clan is a deep-rooted clan that has enjoyed power since over a thousand years ago when the Sixteen Kingdoms of Korea were rampant.

So, in addition to having numerous martial arts skills, it was also full of all kinds of items.

Among them, the one I remember most was the divine weapon called Pacheonpil (破天筆) that my grandfather used.

‘Rana, would you like to squeeze it?’

When she was a child, her grandfather would sit her on his lap and put a calligraphy brush in his tiny hands.

Then a subtle tremble occurred, and my grandfather laughed loudly and said:

‘Haha, this guy seems to really like you, Ran. When he first came to me, he ignored me and ran wild.’

At the time, I didn’t really know what it meant, but as I got older, I came to understand.

This means that a divine being chooses its own master, and only after a long period of harmony can it truly show its value.