Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 127



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127. For the Emperor (1)

The black knights couldn’t even resist me. Even if they were low-level warriors, they could easily sense the gap between us.

They didn’t even try to fight, and instead pushed their comrades away to escape first. The first to fall victim were the young and the weak.

Instead, the blacks picked up the weak children and threw them in front of me. The words they spoke of, such as family and loyalty, all became worthless in the face of their own lives.

Embarrassingly, the one who fell in front of us the most was that kid. The kid who had acted like he was right and received a few pennies from Yeo Hong-yang.

“… … Do you really have a sister?”

“Eww!”

The child didn’t even answer my question and just ran at me with a dagger in his hand. His eyes were filled with fear.

It was Myeong-il who moved before me. Myeong-il’s swift sword, like an island flash, pierced the child’s heart.

The child fell down without even letting out a scream.

This kid deserved to die. He lied to us when we first met, and then he lunged at me with a knife.

In the world of martial arts, this kind of arrangement was so natural. If I let him live, he might harbor resentment and come back to seek revenge on me. It would have been right to cut off the bud of that child.

Still, it wasn’t very pleasant to see a child who should have been able to reach my chest fall down.

“Use it.”

I clicked my tongue and swung my knife.

The walls of the dark alley were drenched in blood.

* * *

We walked around the cave in silence. The child’s death seemed to weigh heavily on us. But what can we do? There can’t be only happy things in the world.

“There’s something.”

I pointed to a room that was unusually bright. Yeohongyang and Myeongil wanted to get out of this disgusting cemetery as soon as possible, but I had something to look for.

It was the room of Marahyeolbul. Marahyeolbul was the first remnant of the Demonic Cult that I had encountered directly since my return.

Since my death in my previous life was intertwined with the Demonic Cult, it was an issue I absolutely could not neglect.

As I entered the room, there were bright lights hanging on the walls on both sides. There was a desk and a small bookcase, and on the desk were ink, brushes, and an inkstone. The bookcase was interestingly filled with Buddhist scriptures. It was a combination of demonic teachings and Buddhist scriptures.

If the devil’s religion is the same as Buddhism’s religion, then what on earth did Marahyeolbul believe in? I was curious, but there was no one in this world who could answer.

“Why here?”

Myung-il asked with a displeased expression. Myung-il seemed to have intuitively sensed the traces of magic. Although he could not explain it clearly, he seemed to have reacted sensitively because he was a disciple of the shamanist sect.

“I have something to look for.”

I opened the Buddhist scriptures, flipped through the pages, and searched through the desk. Myeong-il and Yeo Hong-yang just watched me from behind.

I put my hand into the end of the desk drawer. As I put my hand in and looked at the end of the drawer, I felt something catch my hand. I closed my eyes and felt around, and it was something convex and soft.

‘This is it.’

I pressed the convex part without hesitation. Something was making a creaking sound next to the bookshelf, from some organization. I looked next to the bookshelf and saw that what I thought was a wall was a door half open.

“Sahyung, stay here for a moment with Yeo Hongyang. There might be an organ inspection, so I’ll go in first.”

“okay.”

Myeong-il nodded. If it were Myeong-gyeong, she would have made a fuss and said she wanted to go in with him, but Myeong-il was calm.

After all, Myeongil must have seen me cut down the black swords earlier. I was much stronger now than when I fought Myeongil, so he must have realized that going with me would only be a burden.

I went in through the half-open door. Surprisingly, there was nothing there. To be honest, I was expecting to find jewels or pearls embedded in the underground cave. That’s why I made up an excuse about the organization and told Yeo Hong-yang and Myeong-il not to come.

“Ugh.”

In that room was a small box on the desk. When I opened it, there was a small black ring in the middle, and around it were smaller things, the size of grains of rice.

First, I looked at the one in the center, picked up the grain of rice and smelled it. It seemed like it was also an elixir.

‘Did you distribute this to your subordinates?’

The fact that I could feel a little bit of magic from people was due to the influence of this medicine. Although it contained a very small amount of magic, I think I used it well because magic itself was good for drawing out strength in the short term.

‘Then this is… … .’

Certainly, the single ring in the center had an ominous atmosphere. The elixirs surrounding it also contained a certain amount of magical energy, but this one seemed to contain magical energy of a different dimension.

The moment I took the black medicine and saw it, I felt a chill down my spine.

‘Shinma Dan?’

Because it was so similar to the Shinmadan I had eaten in the past. The scent was similar, and the color and size were similar.

However, when I felt the energy of that single ring in detail, it was similar to the magic swirling inside my body, but somehow different.

“hmm.”

First, I put the whole thing in my waist bag. It was a small box, so it didn’t seem to fit. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt like I had to take it with me. I couldn’t just leave it behind.

But there was a concave space where the ship was lifted. It was dark so I couldn’t see it well, but the ship wasn’t placed on the table, but was stuck in it.

Inside the table, there was a thin piece of paper, like a talisman. I couldn’t help but squint my eyes as soon as I saw the paper.

The death register. It had a long list of people’s names, occupations, and places of residence. The meaning of each name was listed at the end.

This is because there were also places where you could secretly contact your Admiral classmate. There were quite a few places where you could contact your Admiral classmate, so it should have been written down like this.

―Nanju Admiral Dongchang An Ga (安家)

-Baek-eun (White Silver) Youngho Guesthouse

-Haomen Nanju Branch

… …

‘It looks like the royal inspectors have been organized.’

The names of the people here are probably all fake. They are from the Royal Guard, but they were secretly infiltrated. And the ones who eliminated them were the blind people, including Marahyeolbul. I think I have a rough idea of ​​how the situation is going.

I even took the paper covered in all that writing and went outside.

“Let’s go.”

“What happened?”

“no.”

I lied naturally and went outside. I had already learned the escape route from the cave to the outside. I had a strong feeling that I would be tired when I first came here, so I roughly memorized the route. As a merchant, I was quite good at memorizing routes. It seems that Yeo Hong-yang was not like that. This must be the difference in experience as a merchant.

We walked up the dark, long stairs and came out to the guest house. The door leading to the guest house was flung open and we came into the kitchen, where the owner was rolling noodles.

“omg!”

The owner froze as soon as he saw us. Right now, not only me, but also Myeong-il and Yeo Hong-yang were covered in blood from being at the scene of the massacre.

The innkeeper trembled as he watched us, unable to even think of running away. He must have known. This was a place to kidnap people. It was a passage inside his own inn, so he must have known. However, I was curious about something else.

“hey.”

“Yes, yes?”

“Give me your hand.”

The master held out his hand without saying a word despite my coercive command. When I grabbed his wrist, I could feel his heart beating fast. At this level, it was tachycardia.

Well, how scary would it be if the person you sold off came back alive?

But I just let the innkeeper go. He was just a commoner with no internal energy, let alone magic.

“Oh, I couldn’t help it. They said that if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t be able to do business.”

Before I could open my mouth, the innkeeper spoke in a trembling voice. His voice gradually became faster, reflecting his urgency.

“I didn’t know about the secret passages inside when I took over. I really didn’t know. That this place was being used as such. I heard that Gansu was occupied by the Demonic Cult in the past, and that there were many buildings with secret passages.”

“Okay. Be quiet. Send me some noodles. I’ll blow the noodles.”

I said as I let go of his wrist. The innkeeper stared blankly at me. When I made a nod, the innkeeper quickly brought out some noodles to the outside guest and returned to the kitchen.

“Are you going to spare my life?”

“I don’t want to see any more blood today. Especially not blood mixed with even a little bit of innocence.”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you!”

“But it’s impossible for us to have good feelings toward you. Just bring us a nice room. Prepare some hot water. After you wash up, prepare your best meal.”

“All right!”

The innkeeper ran out as if he had mastered light martial arts. Soon, we were assigned to the room that seemed the most spacious in the inn, and we were able to wash up in warm water.

After washing up, we went down to the first floor. There was a table full of warm food waiting for us, enough to break our legs. It was enough to grab the attention of the few guests.

“Hey, boss! Was there food like that here?”

Some guests even complained to the innkeeper, but the innkeeper just ignored them.

The innkeeper had even provided a cold bowl of bamboo leaves, which was very sensual. I couldn’t help but like this piece of work.

“Death penalty. Let me just have a drink.”

I said as I filled the glass with bamboo leaf tea. Still, it was a bit embarrassing to drink it without saying anything since there was a death sentence for the shamanist faction. Myeong-il nodded as if he was tired of talking.

I poured some Jukyeopcheong into the glass in front of Yeohongyang. My arms were still so tense that the Jukyeopcheong overflowed from the glass.

“It’s just right.”

Yeo Hong-yang muttered as she looked at the glass filled to the brim.

We drank like that without saying a word. It was a table that everyone envied, but we didn’t feel any joy.

I just wanted the clear bamboo leaves to wash away the blood that was stuck in my throat like a thorn. I think Yeo Hong-yang felt the same way.

* * *

We went to the Xuan King’s palace the next day. I forgot for a moment, but the original purpose of coming to Gansu was to sell things to the Xuan King.

Since we had gone through a bit of a hard time, we thought about taking a few days off and going, but Yeo Hong-yang and Myeong-il showed their unity by agreeing to quickly return to being non-partisan.

Since it was the King’s palace, not just anyone could enter, I thought it would take quite some time. However, when I showed the Cheonsu Sangdan’s letter of recommendation, the palace maid accepted it as if she already knew and guided us.

“Oh, by the way, the only person mentioned in the letter of recommendation is Danju Mukhwiyeong. I will invite the others to the Sarangbang.”

The palace maid said so. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was something I couldn’t do in the lord’s palace, so I briefly parted ways with Yeo Hongyang and Myeongil.

I followed the court lady and observed the palace as closely as possible. I was carrying out a mission that I had heard about from the Northern Jinmu warrior.

However, the palace was more modest than expected. Sometimes, the palaces of these lords were filled with splendid decorations and sculptures. They were using the exhibits to satisfy their desire for show that was not satisfied even by their position as lords.

I expected that the King would be a person with a strong desire for power and showing off since he was the one who started the rebellion, but that was not the case at all.

The reason for not leaving such extravagant decorations behind was out of respect for the emperor. They thought that all precious and extravagant things belonged to the emperor.

Actually, I thought that maybe he was lying down because he was planning a rebellion.

“This is His Majesty the King’s residence. Please come in.”

While various thoughts were crossing my head, I arrived at the King’s residence.

As I opened the door, a younger man, who looked about the same height as me, was sitting there neatly.

“He’s the top tier member of the Whiyoung Group.”

He only said that one word, but I immediately knew that he was the King. Those who were of the rank of feudal lords had a unique dignity and authority. I immediately bowed and greeted him.

“It is an honor to meet your majesty the King. I am Mukhwiyeong of the Hwiyeongdan.”

“Okay. Stand up.”

I stood up and glanced at the King as best I could. Staring at him directly would have been rude to him.

And I could feel the magic energy in the King’s body without much effort.