As Prophet - Chapter 90



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Episode 90. I’ll take care of the rest.

“Who is it? Who ordered this?”

“He is the nephew of the deposed Prime Minister. He is a man named Shinju. He said that if I do this one thing, the Prime Minister will be restored to power, and if I do that, he will give me a position.”

“Why? You don’t like the seat right now?”

“sorry.”

“That too, less!”

“Just that… … .”

Dalcheon persuaded him. In the past, the connection between the Left and the Sword Master Lee Ki-jeong was too simple, so they were unable to root out the gang.

“What did you do wrong? You did it because I told you to. Right?”

“Yes. He’s just a person who works hard… … .”

“Oh, kid! That’s why you do things like this? You do everything I tell you to do?”

“sorry.”

“The country is like this because of those who say they are ordered to do so. Why do you have to walk around with your head hanging down? Isn’t it to make you judge? Why do you study? Isn’t it to make you see the right teachings of the sages and use them as a standard? It’s better to go up one position than all of that. If I can go one more year, I don’t mind cutting off the fate of a country that will last a thousand years here. As long as you are happy, that’s all that matters.”

“No. I was wrong.”

“If you think you did something wrong, just write it down. Then at least you can be judged by the law.”

Those little rats are quick-witted.

“What if I don’t write it down?”

“I’ll just die. It’ll be George, the nephew of the left-hand man or something.”

“You’re going to kill me?”

Dalcheon pressed the ring of the scabbard. It was a quiet night in the forest. The clicking sound sounded like thunder.

“I will write it down.”

After Dalcheon secured another sheet of paper, he told him to write one more sheet, and then he signed it and put it in his bosom.

“let’s go.”

“Wasn’t it supposed to let you go?”

“You must be judged by the law.”

“Please spare my life. I told you everything. I did as you told me.”

“Wouldn’t someone like you do that again?”

“No, that’s not the case anymore.”

What can I say? A person who is threatened and trembles in fear is not human. He is just a rat with only the instinct for survival. Dalcheon touched the bastard’s blood transfusion. He held up the weakly drooping head, put it on his shoulder, and headed to the royal palace.

“I caught him again.”

“Eh! What is it, at this time of night?”

Dalcheon handed over Jinmunho to the guard guarding the main gate of Geumbu and handed over a letter of confession.

“I have written two copies of this. One copy will be sent to His Majesty. Please investigate it properly.”

“Who are you?”

“I know you’re trying to tease His Majesty again.”

The guards made dumbfounded expressions, but they had already had some experience. They took Jinmunho to the inner chamber and submitted the documents to the official on duty.

In the same way, I caught the nephew of the left-handed person and confirmed that what he did was not something he did yesterday or today, but was an order he received a long time ago. And I was able to confirm the names of several more people.

The nephew on the left chuckled after everything was over. But his laughter was not ordinary.

“By the way, how many did you catch?”

There was a strong sense of urgency embedded in the question that I absolutely had to know.

“Why? I caught three of them and dug up what happened after them.”

“You made a mistake.”

Dalcheon glared at the bastard as he looked at the look of triumph spreading across his face. It seemed as if he could kill a person with just his eyes. The bastard trembled as the cold air seemed to penetrate his heart through those eyes.

“Do you think I was the only one who moved it?”

“Speak.”

“I gave instructions to three places.”

“Hey! But why are you talking about this now?”

“It looks like the body hasn’t gone yet.”

Dalcheon hurried. He put the information he had given about his past crimes into the censorship office and headed to his lodgings. He came out without thinking and met a night watchman, so he escaped into an alley. He jumped over the wall and jumped from roof to roof. He ran over the wall to Saekju. When Saekju was near, he heard the sound of swords clashing. The sound of blades clashing is particularly heard far away.

‘Is it too late?’

When I jumped down to the annex of the Saekju house, I saw Mukhyeong with his back to the main army, surrounded by about ten people, with his back to the floor. The woman who had opened the door with her upper body exposed earlier was lying down covered in blood, and three men were lying down at the small gate of the annex. Three or four men in night clothes were groaning in a trap under the wall, and two were hanging on the wall with their backs bent like laundry.

“Wow, wow, wow!”

Dalcheon jumped down into the yard, releasing a long burst of space. He jumped down in the middle of about ten people and swung his sword horizontally. A silver flash was drawn in the shape of a crescent moon. The path the sword passed was split in two.

Phew!

The chest, stomach, and waist of the four men who had been waiting for their turn to attack were cut off, and blood spurted out at the same time. Dalcheon straightened his body and spun around. He spun around half a turn while spreading the sword he had retrieved outward. A long flash of light rose from the tip of the sword and cut off the necks of the three men. The necks of those who were touched by the sword light without even touching the sword fell off. Before the bodies that had lost their necks fell down, he dealt with the remaining three or four men at once, and the three or four men who were still alive were startled and ran to the wall.

A man who was approaching the wall grabbed his leg and screamed. The scream of ‘Ahhhhh!’ tore through the dark night sky. His leg seemed to have fallen into a trap. Another man, with a spear stuck in his stomach, looked down at his stomach with a look of disbelief before collapsing. Two men were hanging on the wall, and Dalcheon kicked a stone that flew and hit the back of their heads. They fell to their deaths without being able to scream because their heads were below.

“It’s late!”

Only then did he look back at his allies. Blood was gushing from the wounds all over Mukhyeong’s body. He should have collapsed, but he was holding his sword and glaring at the dark night sky.

Dalcheon ran quickly and stopped the bleeding by tapping the acupuncture points all over Mukhyeong’s body. He made a “eok eok” sound, but it didn’t stop. After confirming that the bleeding had stopped, he sat him down on the floor. He must have been in pain because the acupuncture points were blocked, but he didn’t groan even once.

When I examined the prince, there was no serious injury. The blood on the jacket that was worn without covering the front was not his own. Dalcheon checked the prince’s condition and swung his hands around his face. After confirming that his expression had relaxed as if under a spell, he sat him down on the floor.

The woman hanging over the railing of the small porch had a long blood line drawn from her neck to her chest. She was dead. She seemed to have come out first to see what was going on and then died. No, she could have died while blocking the great lord’s path.

When I went to the small door, two of the fallen people were breathing. I stopped the bleeding first and dragged them inside to lay them down. Two were breathing and two were dead. It was impossible to revive someone whose soul had already been taken by the grim reaper. After killing the two people who were breathing, I ran to the main building of the Saekju family.

So-hyang ran out after seeing Dal-cheon. She was wearing white underwear, but she was shivering. Dal-cheon grabbed So-hyang’s arms and looked into her eyes.

“The enemy has been dealt with. The person needs to be treated. Call the doctor.”

“Yes, doctor, yes.”

“You can do it!”

“Yes, you can.”

No, I can’t. There’s nothing a life trembling with fear can do. Dalcheon grabbed her arm with one hand and turned her back. He placed his palm on the famous point on her back and inhaled, then slowly exhaled. As the warm air filled her, Sohyang blinked.

“Take a deep breath.”

“Hoo, hoo… … .”

“Bigger and longer.”

“Hoooooo, hoooooo.”

Dalcheon once again ordered that the doctor be brought in.

“Can you do it?”

“thank you.”

Another sentence came out. It seemed like he had come to his senses.

“Please. If you don’t come quickly, more people will die.”

“Please leave it to me.”

Dalcheon returned to the villa after quickly circling the 60-kan of unoccupied Seokju. Dalcheon was lying down in the same state he had been dealt with. The prince sitting on the floor was staring blankly with his mouth open, and it didn’t seem like he would be of any help. Mukhyeong’s condition was not good. There were too many wounds. It was explained that the prince had no wounds. He must have blocked them with his body. A loyal person… … .

Dalcheon took Mukhyeong’s pulse with his mediocre medical knowledge. The thin strings of the seven-stringed zither seemed to be bouncing. He could feel his breathing and pulse, but they were weak. He placed his long stick on Mukhyeong’s danjeon, which was lying down, and helped him breathe.

Only then did he come to his senses and the Grand Prince came and asked.

“Are you okay, Mukhyeong?”

“It’s not good.”

Dalcheon took his hand away and took out a medicine that was good for Jasang from his bosom. He took off his upper body and sprinkled white powder on each of his open wounds. His breathing became regular and his pulse was steady. I did everything I could.

“Your Majesty?”

“okay.”

“Something urgent is going on. I’ve called the doctor.”

“What should I do?”

“The ambush isn’t over yet.”

“moore?”

A weak-hearted person would collapse on the spot. I have to say what I have to say, whether you listen or not.

“We must save the injured people.”

“That’s right.”

“Please go to the main building and call the people. They are hiding because they are scared, but it doesn’t seem like there was much damage. Please.”

“Okay.”

He felt sorry for him still holding the sword, so he put the sword back in its sheath.

“Okay.”

Dalcheon killed the two people who had saved his life. Their wounds were only one and not deep. They seemed to have been struck with a single sword. He sprayed medicine on the wounds and tied them up with a torn piece of cloth.

Soon after, the doctor arrived. The great general, who had regained consciousness, did a better job than expected. He collected the enemy’s corpses, dragged the wounded and gathered them in one place. He had able-bodied men interrogate them, and dragged out the living and the dead.

“I told you I was coming again.”

“… … You can protect yourself. You learned it, didn’t you?”

He spoke strongly, thinking that the reason Mukhyeong was so injured was because of the Grand Prince. The Grand Prince hesitated. It wasn’t just a casual remark. There weren’t many people who could withstand a voice steeped in the history of a master. Only after seeing the Grand Prince tremble did Dalcheon let out a deep breath.

“The reason Mukhyeong got hurt like this is because he was trying to protect the Grand Prince.”

“I threw my body and stopped it.”

“If the Grand Prince could have protected himself, that is, if he had been able to block the blind sword, he would not have suffered like this. He would have been able to deal with these guys. He suffered like this while trying to stop those who tried to bypass him, saying he was protecting the Grand Prince.”

“You guessed it by looking at the wound. You’re right.”

“You’ve studied hard. Just stand up straight and strike accurately to block the enemy. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Okay.”

“Keep your center, take light steps, breathe deeply and strongly in time with your movements. Just as you were taught.”

“Breath and center. Yeah, that’s what I should have done.”

The Grand Prince’s expression looked like he was about to cry.

“Please do it now. He said he sent three groups. I can’t believe that either. Anyway, he’s coming again.”

“Ugh… … Phew.”

“If you just focus on yourself, you don’t have to worry about anything else.”

At that moment, Mukhyeong let out a groan and turned his body to the side. He ignored the doctor’s shouts that he couldn’t do it and headed towards Dalcheon.

“I will protect Mom. You sweep away all the bastards.”

“Oh my.”

“I am unmanned. And I want to be unmanned.”

“Oh, it’s a good idea to get treated properly when you get hurt. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

Soon after, the doctor finished administering the treatment and said that since he had lost a lot of blood, he needed to take some tonic medicine. He wrote a prescription and said he would bring it to me after three hours.

He couldn’t hold on to the doctor any longer because he had to see to other injured people. Dalcheon followed the doctor out and asked him.

“Is it life-threatening?”

“You’ve been treated well, and you’re a very strong person, so there won’t be any problems.”

“What about the sword?”

“The wound under my thigh is deep. There may be aftereffects later.”

Dalcheon’s face hardened. The sword has aftereffects. It cuts flesh, muscle, and nerves together. Even if the flesh is restored, the muscles will never be the same as before, and if the nerves are cut, sensation will not be connected.

“Thank you for your effort.”