As Prophet - Chapter 89



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Episode 89. Night Attack

When the report was over, Mihyang secretly encouraged the general.

“If the governor is the best in the world, how about turning the tables on this opportunity?”

It’s a scary thing. Wouldn’t a great general have thought that way? I didn’t just passively try to block the enemies that attacked me. Power is something that you want to use if you have it… That’s what it is.

“Are you talking about the rebellion?”

“I am sorry. You have already suffered more than a dozen times as a great general. If there is no other way, I have thought about turning the tables… … It is not that I did not have the ability to do so, but if I had the power, I would have done so.”

“The governor is terrified just by hearing the rumor, so would he grant such a request?”

“You just have to kill one person.”

“They probably think so too.”

“It is a great loss for the country that someone who has everything as a king is wasting his time like this. If His Highness the Crown Prince ascends to the throne, it will be a disaster.”

“He is a good king for his subjects who put stupid people on the throne and try to manipulate them as they please.”

“Think of the people.”

“The battle for the throne is one where you die just thinking about it. Watch your words and keep your mouth shut!”

“I’m sorry.”

Mihyang and Sohyang bowed their heads deeply.

“Oh, the wife I mentioned earlier?”

“Well, I don’t know where she came from, but she seems to be a young girl from a wealthy family who has fallen into ruin.”

“Have you entered the Gisaeng register?”

“Not yet.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 15 years old.”

“Aren’t you too young?”

“Yes. She is a daughter of a wealthy family who has learned a lot, but she never opens her mouth. She is very pretty.”

“Then I should take her and live with her.”

“Hahaha. Mom, you’re not really interested, are you?”

“Why? When I was young, I also lived by going from one brothel to another.”

“I also know that you pretended to be crazy on purpose.”

* * *

It is a sleepless city that has forgotten the night. I walked along the long street of the city hall, which seemed to be a dragon made of fire writhing its body. When I went out of the alley lined with bars, I came across a vegetable store, which was owned by women. Most of the vendors carrying vegetables were also women.

“Hoo.”

As I walked along the street, I came across a row of shops selling chicken and eggs, shops selling bamboo used to make hats, shops selling hats, shops selling women’s hair ornaments, shops selling women’s accessories and rings, shops selling shoes, shops selling paints, Chinese fruits, shops selling lacquerware and chests, shops washing dishes for banquets, shops selling vegetables, shops selling cotton, shops selling miscellaneous goods such as horsehair, leather, candles, thread, tissues, and books, shops selling saddles, stirrups, bridles, and other shops selling calligraphy and paintings. ** Excerpt from Wikipedia.

Dalcheon spent time looking at each store in detail. It took quite a while to look at them without touching them. I would buy and sell them if I needed them, but there were too many things I didn’t have. These were things I didn’t need when I lived in the mountains, but I was selling them because I needed them in Daehwa. In a way, it was really vain, but when I thought about their uses, there were many things that were useful.

Each house lit up its lamps and waited for guests, and hundreds of guests dressed in white walked forward, worried that they might step on the feet of those in front of them. When a cart blocked the road, people would avoid it, and it seemed as if the stream water was avoiding the rocks. I tried not to bump into passersby, but at some point I found myself moving as one with the waves. I didn’t want to see that woman, so I didn’t go back until late at night.

* * *

I returned to the guest house late at night. It was quite some time, and even though it was a late night, it was bright as a city that never sleeps. There must have been more customers, because the sound of people playing nearby was irritating.

The two men guarding the entrance identified Dalcheon and opened the way.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course.”

Dalcheon, who had not yet experienced the incident, thought that the worry was excessive. He had heard that there was a fire and that an assassin had killed someone else, but now it was just a peaceful bar.

As I entered the room, Mukhyeong, who had been sitting on the floor, got up.

“Did you see a lot?”

“Yes. There is nothing that is not there.”

“Are there a lot of people?”

“The waves in white constantly come and go. I have never seen so many people in the world.”

“Is this your first time in Hanyang?”

“Yes. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Go in and sleep. Your Majesty’s room is over there.”

The light in the room is dim, as if a lantern has been lit.

“thank you.”

When Dalcheon entered the room, there was a blanket spread out, and a kettle and a water jug ​​on one side. He immediately turned off the light and lay down.

Perhaps because the sleeping arrangements had changed, I couldn’t fall asleep right away. I waited for sleep to come, breathing slowly and slowly. The countless sights I had seen earlier came and went quickly.

When half an hour had passed, Dalcheon opened his eyes. He opened his eyes in the darkness. When did it start? He felt hostility beyond the space where I was lying. There was no sound or movement.

“Phew.”

Dalcheon sat up and went outside without making a sound. He sat on the porch and looked in the direction of the enemy. It was the alley beyond the wall. Without looking, he jumped across the yard and climbed over the wall. He turned in the air and fell down.

Two men in black nightgowns were squatting with their backs against the wall. There was nothing to see. Dalcheon’s hand fell like lightning. He grabbed the two men’s Jianjing points and threw them to the floor, then hit several points on their backs.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

I screamed in agony as my body twisted. Dalcheon left the guys and ran down the alley. Behind the corner, one guy was watching the net. He stood on a wooden box and stuck his head out over the wall. I approached him from behind and stabbed him in the side with a pipe. I heard the sound of his breathing stopping and he bent over and hit his chin on the wall. I hit a couple of points on his side and shoulder and he fell down and never got up again.

“three.”

I closed my eyes and magnified my senses. I climbed over the fence to the roof to check if there were any other enemies. There weren’t any. Could it be just the three vain men…? I had my suspicions, but I couldn’t tell. I landed in the yard and opened the door where Mukhyeong was sleeping.

“who?”

“I’m going.”

“What’s the matter?”

“There were assailants in the alley outside the fence, so I caught three of them.”

“this.”

The silent figure burst out like the wind. He crossed the yard carefully and jumped over the fence. Dalcheon tried to say something but stopped.

The door to the room across from her opened, revealing the half-naked upper body of a woman.

“What’s going on?”

He has no shame. Did he think he wouldn’t be seen because of the darkness? He might have thought it didn’t matter because he was young. No, he might have thought it was natural because it was that kind of place anyway. Dalcheon turned his head.

“I caught three bad guys.”

A loud noise was heard, and the general came running out. Without even bothering to unbutton his tattered clothes, he stuck his upper body out and came out onto the floor.

“What, you three?”

“It could be dangerous. Don’t come out.”

“This is good.”

The sword was in the hands of the great general with shining eyes. He studied hard, but in an emergency, he looked like a scoundrel from the sword world. The reason he repeatedly trains is because he wants to be able to react the same way in an emergency. The way he hesitated at the word enemy and came out like he was holding a club was not good. Dalcheon shook his head.

“What about the silent type?”

“I’m going out and cleaning up.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No. I have stopped you from moving. The situation is over. Don’t worry.”

The great general collapsed on the floor. The spirit he had when he jumped out as if he was going to devour someone had already disappeared.

“Whew… … . What is this? This is how people should live.”

“I’ll find out what’s behind it and deal with it one by one. Rest.”

“And then you tell me to rest? How is that possible? Life and death are going back and forth.”

“Then don’t come out and wait.”

Dalcheon sat on the veranda and watched the outside world. The young men of the Saekju family were making a fuss and leaving, and he could hear Mukhyeong interrogating them.

Just like Dalcheon did a while ago, I wanted to receive a confession and write a confession, but I couldn’t read. Instead, I wrote it down and had him read it to me before signing it. It seemed like I had tied it up tightly and put it in the storeroom.

Mukhyeong came back and reported to the general.

“Whose fortune did you get?”

“He is the Chief State Councilor of the Ministry of Rites.”

“Who is it?”

“My name is Jinmunho, and I have written down the location of your house.”

“What should I do?”

“They attempted to assassinate me in violation of the law. Should I hand them over to the Gyeonggi Provincial Office and hand over those who instigated them to the Ministry of Justice?”

“Yes.”

Dalcheon took the documents and received a map and address of the house of a man named Jin Mun-ho.

“I’ll be back soon.”

The general put on his shoes and came out into the yard.

“What are you going to do?”

“I will hand it over to the royal treasury. Jin Mun-ho.”

“The gate is closed.”

“Okay, I’ll figure it out.”

Dalcheon asked.

“How did you know?”

“He said that he would come today or tomorrow after seeing that the king’s order had been issued. He said that he was a man who coveted women, so he would come the day before and ** and then enter the palace.”

“How did you know I was coming with you?”

“I guess that’s what it would be like. It’s not that difficult of a hypothesis.”

“Tsk tsk.”

Dalcheon clicked his tongue and looked back at the prince.

“If you act so obviously, you will easily fall into the enemy’s trap.”

“I see. Those guys know me better than I know myself. They’re greedy for women and they’re scared, so they’ll go along with me… … Hehe.”

Dalcheon turned his body and disappeared from that spot. He went over the wall north of Dongdaemun and entered the castle, and then he didn’t have to wait until he reached Jinmunho’s house. He didn’t go down the road. He flew from roof to roof, avoiding people’s eyes.

Finding the bastard’s house wasn’t difficult. He infiltrated the ondol room attached to the love room. After midnight, he woke up Jin Moon-ho, who was sleeping soundly, subdued him, and dragged him out. He climbed onto the roof and dragged him to the forest at the end of the alley.

“Who are you?”

“Me? Dalcheon.”

“Why me.”

“Today there was an attempt to assassinate the Grand Prince.”

“No! It’s a conspiracy!”

“Right, it’s a conspiracy. Well, um… …let’s just keep taking pictures until we get something decent.”

Dalcheon tied the bastard to a tree and stabbed him in three or four places.

“If you can’t stand it, tell me.”

The tied man’s upper body twisted. He twisted his body even though the ropes binding his upper body dug deep into his flesh. His bound fingertips trembled. Where and how did he do it? All he did was tap his fingertips, but unbearable pain surged through him. His body snapped. He was soon overcome by the fear that his body might break.

“Ma, I’ll tell you. This, this, this.”

“Tell me first. Did you do it?”

“I was wrong. I did it.”

“Why? This country… … .”

Dalcheon took a picture below his left chest.

“Ahhhhh!”

“This is ridiculous. What kind of country is this when people form a gang and commit assassinations?”

The torture continued. It wasn’t beating or kicking. It was just poking the blood vessels, a very clever technique that made it unbearable for people.

“Vicious.”

“Is it evil to order an assassination, or is it evil to try to fix it?”

He started confessing before he could even finish half of his sentence. It’s not very interesting to hear a very honest story. Dalcheon listened halfway. When he started talking properly, he rubbed his acupoints to relieve the pain. Then he lit a lamp from somewhere and had him write a confession.

A rat-like creature with big eyes and a bulging face was crying and begging for his life.

“I told you not to kill him. I’ll take his confession and put him in the Criminal Court. Crimes against officials and relatives are dealt with in the Criminal Court.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Dalcheon sat down next to me and asked secretly.

“You wouldn’t have decided to do it on your own. How could someone with such a weak heart and narrow mind think of something like that? Right?”

“Yes, I am sorry. I was wrong.”