As Prophet - Chapter 5



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Episode 5. Yoon Gaedong’s House

The spleen changed the subject and asked seriously.

“Then what do you think we should do about this incident? Because of that bastard Yun Gaedong’s prank, Segok was flooded and people died. The magistrate believes that the mastermind behind this is the political class of Hanyang, and has ordered us not to punish him or demand compensation… … .”

“If you receive an order, shouldn’t you do the job as ordered?”

“What should we do with the world that you have seen and learned?”

“We need to catch them and punish them to minimize the damage to the people. We need to prevent them from doing the same thing again… … That’s why we need to punish them. If the law won’t allow it, I think we should punish them with common sense, that is, using the language of the people.”

“What if you don’t have the assets to compensate him? What if you’ve already lost that much?”

“You can compensate for the long hours of labor that follow.”

“Is this realizing your own definition of justice?”

“There is also something about what I have experienced. It is not something that Your Majesty can tell you to do or not do.”

“So what should we do?”

“I have to go and get it fixed.”

“Heh heh.”

When he said that he would do what I couldn’t do with his own logic, I felt relieved. Because he said what I wanted to say. It was no different from saying that what I couldn’t do because I was a spleen, I had to do in the name of Dalcheon. The feeling that if you don’t do it, I will do it too came to me like a gentle breeze and melted my frozen heart.

The conversation is half the battle, asking for his thoughts, but the other half is trying to make up my own mind.

While the spleen nodded, Dalcheon put down his meager belongings, put only a sword in his belt, and stood up.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“where?”

“It’s a piece of shit.”

“Do you know where it is?”

“There was a time when he kept putting off his schedule day after day, and he asked the officers to come and visit him. I went with him then. I know where he was.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I will try to explain it to you in words so that you can understand it well.”

“Do so. Say it out loud. It seems that a high-ranking official from Hanyang is involved.”

“yes.”

Answer dryly.

The reason why the person left was because of the resentment against Yun Gaedong. He was going to harass him no matter what, and he expected that the result would be satisfactory.

I said I would make him understand with words, but he doesn’t just talk. He’s not violent, but he’s very active and in some ways passionate in that he doesn’t shy away from using force. He’s usually quiet, and you can often tell if he’s quiet or not, but once he gets moving, he’s lively and grandiose. He’s the kind of guy who can handle difficult tasks with a big smile on his face.

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The gate was high. The house on the slope of the mountain was reminiscent of a mansion of a noble family. In the yard in front of the gate, a couple of guards or slaves were loitering around, and behind them, torches were lit. Two white tents were pitched, but their purpose was unknown. They were put up out of necessity, spoiling the appearance.

Dalcheon headed toward the rising gate. Three men loitering at the entrance blocked his way. There was a familiar face. The two men who had rushed into Segok-seon. They rushed at him as soon as he stopped them from setting fire, and they were the men who had knocked him into the water by hitting him on both sides.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t you know me? I’m Dalcheon, who worked with you at Segokseon.”

“What’s going on?”

“You need to pay off your debt. I want to meet with Yun Gaedong first.”

“Who are you to meet someone like that? Those who are not related, step aside!”

Who was worried that it would come? No, it may have already come and gone several times.

“I almost died because of you guys.”

“So I almost died too.”

The broad-faced man shrugged his shoulders as he recalled the events of that day.

“Either call me, get out of the way, or open the door.”

They also know who Dalcheon is. They also know that he is not the decision maker in this matter.

“I have no business dealing with the likes of you.”

“Yun Gaedong called.”

“This kid keeps calling out people’s names.”

In his own house, the dog also plays a role. Two guys with their sleeves rolled up came close. Dalcheon waited for them to move, and when they did, he grabbed their wrists and twisted them. The two guys whose wrists were twisted down screamed and lowered their posture. However, when their wrists were twisted even more, the two guys screamed and lay back, trying to grab Dalcheon’s wrists.

Dalcheon let go of the hand he was holding and fell backwards, hitting the ribs of the two men with both hands. There was a sound of something breaking, and the two men rolled around, holding their waists.

As I skipped over the two guys, the remaining one jumped back and screamed.

“The enemy! The enemy has arrived!”

The expression is strange. We are not at war, but we are enemies. Don’t you know that the narrow-mindedness of distinguishing between friend and foe like that is turning the world into an irreversible ruin? If you define us as enemies who cannot live unless you die and disappear, rather than a society where you and I live together.

I followed the guy running away slowly. The gate opened wide and a group of men with strong physiques who looked like guards rushed out. It could have been because of Hyun’s pressure. A dozen or so people came running out as if they had been waiting, and each of them had a club in their hand. The club made of birch wood that even ghosts would die from was shining brightly white even in the dim shadows.

Being armed is a far greater threat than coming at someone with bare hands. It’s a situation where you can be beaten to the point of not dying.

“Phew.”

Dalcheon smiled faintly and looked around. He was looking to see if there was any club he could use, but it was all swept cleanly away, so nothing stood out. If there wasn’t any, he could just take it away.

“Wow! Come on! All the guys that were on the boat at that time are here! Everyone, come on!”

Dalcheon made a gesture to appease them, but they ran towards him and surrounded him without attacking him. They were trained. They kept their distance and just took a stance.

“What are you doing?”

Did they feel safe after being surrounded? Did they trust the numbers? The waterman with his shoulders widened asked as he blocked their way.

“Oh! You’re the sailor who was on the boat, you too. I said I came to see Yun Gaedongi.”

“The captain is not someone that anyone can meet.”

“It wasn’t just anyone. We rode along the same curve, and you guys sank it on purpose. In the process, you killed the military officers and soldiers who resisted. Why did you come here to collect the blood? People died.”

She is naturally witty and humorous.

“That’s nonsense! Who sank it on purpose?”

“I thought your captain, Yoon Gaedong, was like that, so I decided to meet him.”

It was not a question, but a language of protest that it was not true, but I was speechless when he kept asking questions and answering them.

“Ahem, it looks like you admit it. It looks like you won’t come out, so I guess I’ll have to go in.”

As Dalcheon took a step forward, a dozen or so men stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking his way. The sturdy men blocked his way, making it seem like an iron wall.

“Hey, you idiots. Stopping them isn’t the answer. You need to make things clear, send the people who deserve it to the gallows, and compensate for the damages. That’s not what you need to do.”

“That’s not happening.”

“To say that the sinking of the Segok Line, which everyone in the world knows about, never happened… … That really makes no sense.”

He spoke clearly so that everyone could understand, and he used force and force so that everyone inside and outside the house could hear clearly. It seemed that he intended to make clear the purpose of his visit.

“I came here to ask about the sinking of the Segok Line and handle related matters, so come out now, you piece of shit!”

Even so, it’s only one person. They were pushed back by the horses and several people fell, but what can’t a dozen people do? The flounder with shining eyes shouted.

“Kick him out!”

It wasn’t something that could be said from the beginning. Some of them put their hands forward and leaned their upper bodies forward like they were out hunting pheasants, while others held their clubs tightly and walked with their bodies turned to the side. They were big and strong, but they weren’t trained in martial arts.

“Catch him! Throw him out!”

Dalcheon burst into laughter and pulled out his sword. Dalcheon seemed relieved that they had attacked. It wasn’t okay to kill them, but it was okay to beat them enough to keep them from dying.

The approaching men flinched when the silvery white blade was revealed. They could have pushed it away with force, but they never thought of cutting it with the sword. They may have had a shallow hope that Dalcheon would be fine because he was young.

The men with clubs rushed in first. There is no special formula. It is a motion of striking from above.

Dalcheon’s sword rose toward the sky. It met the sword that was coming down, and the middle of the club cut with a cracking sound. Every time the silver blade cut through the air, the solid oak club became shorter. The oak stick, which would not be cut even if placed on a chopping board and struck, was cut short as if it were cut into tofu. The surprised guards flinched back, but Dalcheon followed closely behind.

“This is a knife. Will it work with a stick? It’s not even a reed, it’ll all get cut off.”

He dug into the men who had lost their clubs and were hesitating. He started beating them with his sword, and they screamed every time he was hit. He fell down screaming and never got up again, not knowing where and how he was hitting them.

I hit his side with my fist and it made quite a loud noise. It was as loud and thunderous as a pig being slit. The guy who fell while holding his side rolled around with his back bent like a shrimp. I stepped on him lightly and jumped up, and he let out a painful groan.

It wasn’t about blocking, hitting, or avoiding. It was like moving like a wolf in a flock of sheep, and they fell down as soon as they were caught. Before even a second had passed, all the guys who had come out to block them had fallen.

I glanced at the fallen men in front of the tall gate and went inside, when I heard two piercing sounds. When did they come up? There were five archers with their upper bodies exposed on the wall.

Dalcheon dodged one by twisting his waist to the side and deflected the other by raising his sword.

“Heh heh, even a bow? Don’t blame me even if you die.”

Dalcheon’s body soared into the air. He spun around in the high air and landed on the wall. He lowered his stance and swept his sword horizontally. The archers’ bows and wrists were cut off like corn stalks. Blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed wrists, and those who fell backwards rolled around, twisting their limbs in pain. It was not a place for people to live.

Looking from the wall, the Sarangchae was at eye level. Yun Gaedongi, with a broad and shabby face, was standing on the Sarangmaru, his eyes wide open in surprise and his mouth gaping like a carp.

“What, what is it? Hey!”

Dalcheon looked down and saw about ten people who looked like slaves standing in the yard of the servants’ quarters. It was difficult to tell the difference between the slaves and the servants.

“I came to see you, but why do you keep pushing those guys in?”

“It’s not my fault.”

What does that mean? He already knows why he came.

“Then whose fault is it?”

“What can I do when the Dragon King is angry?”

“Was it the Dragon King who set fire to the junk?”

“I don’t know.”

“What don’t you know? You were right next to me.”

“no.”

“You guys are the ones who killed the soldiers who tried to put out the fire.”

“It was our fault that we fell into the water. It wasn’t me who fell into it.”

“I saw that big spotted thing lying in front of me do that.”

“It’s a misunderstanding. We didn’t do that.”

Ask quickly and answer quickly. At the entrance of the inner quarters across the street, young women with ponytails were sticking their heads out. Even bad guys have families. Are their families just as bad guys? Aren’t those who live comfortably off the money earned by their bad deeds bad? Aren’t those who enjoy their money knowing that their fathers and husbands earned dirty blood money just as bad guys? Can saying that I didn’t know forgive my sin of participating in the orgy of crimes committed by outsiders?

‘My father is not that kind of person.’

‘Someone gave me the membership. It was just a favor. It’s not a bad thing.’

Who and why would they give it away for free? They say that even the Buddha had a day when he gave alms. Do you think that because you have that much virtue and have bestowed grace, they are just giving it away for free?