The Party Will Not Fall - Chapter 57



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Tang Feixian raced along the ridge of the mountain.

This was a place that had been researched as an escape route in advance, and although it was within the territory of the Sapostolic Alliance, there were no people and the forest was preserved as is.

Ujikkeun, cooung!

The sound of a tree falling was heard from behind.

Unlike Dang Bi-hyeon, who walked to avoid terrain, Yeon Sang-gyeom followed him in a straight line, chopping down trees with a gigantic attitude.

His anger at losing his son reached Dang Bi-hyeon, who was far away.

However, Dang Bi-hyeon’s steps did not stop.

He gradually widened the distance between him and Yeon Sang-gyeom by making a graceful change of direction that he had practiced for a long time.

A bold move to cut down a tree blocking the path ahead.

However, it was nothing compared to Dang Bi-hyeon, who had experienced countless similar situations.

He could have escaped like this, but he could have tried to get rid of Yeon Sang-gyeom, who had lost half of his senses due to anger.

However, I quickly gave up my thoughts.

Not only was Yeon Sang-gyeom not his target, but if a master like Jeong-ryong came to support, Dang Bi-hyeon could have been pushed into a corner.

Dang Bi-hyeon’s feet crossing the forest like that sent some strange sensation into my mind.

Crispy.

‘what?’

Dirt floor covered with leaves.

It certainly should have been that way, but there was a firmer ground than that.

In a moment, I had stepped on a surface that was too smooth to pass over as just a rock.

It was around this time that a strong sense of discomfort crossed my mind that I should not ignore it.

Hey!

The sound of Yeon Sang-gyeom switching to his quick sword and cutting off a tree branch got closer.

‘Whether I come back later and check or not, that’s for now.’

Dang Bi-hyeon used his inner strength without delay and kicked the floor.

Paang!

Yeon Sang-gyeom, who was following him, stopped walking for a moment.

“Damn, damn!”

The distance became increasingly distant, and eventually Yeon Sang-gyeom’s eyes could no longer find Dang Bi-hyeon.

He pinned his hopes on lifting his spirits one last time.

Zech─. Rustle.

‘Is it there!’

Yeon Sang-gyeom, who had taken a step forward, suddenly threw his sword.

In any case, it is a long way to catch up with the walking method.

I calculated that this was more likely.

Whirring!

As if sensing Yeon Sang-gyeom’s anger, the sharp sword drew a smooth trajectory and dug into the darkness.

And then it went right through the rustling owner.

Phew!

Yeon Sang-gyeom, who belongs to the expert category, could tell just by hearing the slightest sound.

The sharp sword penetrated the flesh.

Would I have died from this?

Still, I thought it didn’t matter.

If he was dead, Yeon Sang-gyeom planned to take him as his lieutenant without hesitation.

Yeon Sang-gyeom’s eyes, accustomed to the darkness, caught the blood stain.

The center of blood scattered everywhere.

A roe deer was lying there with its eyes open.

Yeon Sang-gyeom let out a roar without even having time to calm down his violent breathing.

“Tsk! Yes Inooooom!!”

* * *

The door of the shabby warehouse opened.

Song Joo-hwan’s voice flowed into the warehouse.

“As long as I guard you, you will never escape from here. “Keep this in mind.”

Then he threw the tightly bound Neungyong inside.

Pow!

Neungyong, who landed from his back, bit his lip.

The door was closed.

“I told you. “Don’t go out.”

“Shut up.”

“Just go to sleep.”

Even though she had told herself to go to sleep, it was a short-lived statement that seemed to have made her mouth relax.

“A boy named Dan Yeo will bring you porridge in the morning. We just have to eat it and keep resting. “I avoided the worst because I wasn’t told to do anything.”

“… hey.”

“why?”

“Are you giving in?”

Neungyong narrowed his eyebrows.

“How can you be happy while picking up and eating the food of the people who deprived you of your freedom?”

“… Did it look like you were behaving like livestock?”

Short-lived eyes sank.

Neungyong, who was about to attack her further, stopped talking for a moment when he saw her eyes.

Danmyeong spoke in a lower tone than before.

“I just realized one thing while spending a boring day tied up and not being able to do anything.”

“You realized?”

“If you want to achieve something big, you have to do small things first.”

She continued.

“I will sacrifice my entire body for the cause of the Black Island. “We will equally cover the Jungwon Moorim in pitch black, who advocate justice but cunningly change their colors to suit their own advantage depending on the situation.”

“… … .”

“What is your wish? Are you going back to your hometown in the West Region?”

“right.”

“Do you think you can achieve such a big thing by not doing even the little things properly?”

“What do you mean by that little thing?”

Although it was still sharp, the momentum of the skill had calmed down significantly compared to before.

Danmyeong answered her without hesitation.

“Eat well and sleep well, of course.”

“… … .”

“And try to accept the other person’s favor with a happy heart. “Is that difficult?”

“Tsk.”

Neungyong clicked his tongue and turned over.

Danmyeong also had no intention of continuing the story.

Although we were in a similar situation and had a sense of kinship, we were never on the same side.

Danmyeong closed his eyes to sleep for now.

On the other hand, Neungyong, who was lying down, had his eyes wide open.

Looking up at the night sky visible through a gap in the wall of a shabby warehouse, she began to use the internal energy within her body.

Seuuu─.

Dang Bi-hyeon estimated that her level was third-rate.

However, currently, in her Danjeon, there was an inner skill that could be said to be first-class or at its peak.

‘father.’

Neungyong stared intently at the brightest star in the night sky.

‘Your legacy has definitely been carried on.’

* * *

Chae Se-yeon spent the night with her eyes open.

Dang Bi-hyeon noticed this and slowly approached her.

“miss.”

“Hyuk. Where have you been?”

Dang Bi-hyeon organized his thoughts before opening his mouth.

Since the plan was to take place in an unfamiliar place without any colleagues, there was an opportunity to take care of things like this.

“Let’s eat inside first. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“… okay.”

Inside the place.

As they sat facing each other, Dang Bi-hyeon was careful not to stutter and told lies.

“Neung Yong caused a commotion and took advantage of the opportunity to steal information from the office of the Apostolic Leader.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“sorry. It was a plan that came to mind as soon as I encountered Neung-yong, who had escaped from his bonds… .”

“Are you saying you didn’t think of telling me?”

“yes.”

Sometimes not making excuses is the best excuse.

Dang Fei-hyeon slightly lowered his head expressionlessly, which was enough to make him look like a military officer with a keen sense of responsibility.

Chae Se-yeon sighed as if she was about to pour out something.

“Whoa… .”

I was clearly trying to scold him harshly.

However, Chae Se-yeon kept her mouth shut without realizing it.

I couldn’t understand why harsh words rarely came out.

It was then.

“Sozer.”

Danyeo’s voice was heard.

Chae Se-yeon turned her head.

“What’s going on?”

“Ryeonju said that the table banquet will begin early today.”

“If early, when?”

Danyeo answered.

“It has already begun.”

Chae Se-yeon turned her head to Dang Bi-hyeon again.

Their eyes met.

We reached the same conclusion.

‘It’s because of what happened yesterday.’

Dang Bi-hyeon and Chae Se-yeon hurriedly headed to the banquet room.

At the long table, all the top figures from the Sadōryun and Safa factions were seated, but there was still an empty seat.

It was the occasion of the formation of the self-defense committee of Yeon Byeong-su of the Quick Sword Lover, Sogaju, and the Left-handed Dog Family of Gaju.

Dang Bi-hyeon sat down and looked around the table, which had a different atmosphere from before.

No one opened their mouth without permission, and Jang Tak felt empty without food or alcohol.

Samaan, who was sitting next to Chae Se-yeon, also remained silent with a heavy face.

It was only after Komori, who appeared behind Dang Bi-hyeon and Chae Se-yeon, took his seat that Sadoryunju Jeongryong finally broke the silence.

“Sama Xiaoze. The sword that the bronze-skinned slave had… .”

“It’s called Yuncheoljuhyeolgeom. “It’s a famous sword used by that slave, Neungyong’s father.”

“It’s a famous sword.”

Jeongryong picked up the Uncheoljuhyeolsword that was leaning on his chair and placed it on the table.

Percussion!

“Isn’t it too ordinary for a famous sword? Only the tip of the knife is strange. From what I heard, you need to keep your cool.”

Tang Feixian looked at the Yuncheoljuhyeolbeon placed on the table.

I couldn’t understand the English text.

The energy in the sword disappeared.

‘Awesome.’

She must have been up to some trick.

Jeongryong continued.

“Well, that’s just a minor issue. What is important is that Mokcheolgakju, Yeon Sogaju, and Cho Howie were assassinated all at once and lost their lives.”

“… … !”

Chae Se-yeon’s gaze on Dang Bi-hyeon could be felt even beyond the veil.

To the look in his eyes asking if he had done it, Dang Bi-hyeon responded by shaking his head.

‘There is justification for giving the Uncheoljuhyeolgeom to Neungyong, but there is no justification for killing the authors.’

It’s suspicious, but it’s just a coincidence.

I had no choice but to move on like that.

Dang Bi-hyeon covered the scratches on his face by pretending to rest his chin.

It was a very shallow wound, so it was already half healed.

However, this is also a sprout of doubt, so we must be especially careful.

I didn’t want to lose my life if my identity was discovered just because of a scratch.

“Who do you think the beast is?”

Starting with Jeongryong’s words, the table banquet, which was quite different from before, began in earnest.

The left-handed family matriarch was the first to cry.

It wasn’t about expressing one’s opinion.

“Isn’t that sword the item that Sima Shiga was trying to sell at auction? “How did that end up in Neungyong’s hands?”

It was a question directed at Samaan.

She looked down at her hands and looked at the left-handed matriarch.

“Do you know that before arriving at the Apostolic League, a black sword attacked a guesthouse that was scheduled to be used as an auction house?”

“of course.”

“This is the sword that disappeared back then.”

“Who do you think stole the sword?”

Despite the somewhat aggressive tone, Sama An calmly accepted each and every one of them.

“Of course it’s black too.”

“Do you think the true nature of the chest water is the black path?”

“It’s the biggest enemy we’re facing right now, so we can’t help but think that way. and… .”

Sima An paused.

Dang Bi-hyeon noticed that her eyes were focused on Jang Li-seo for a moment.

In the end, I blurted out, ‘It’s nothing,’ but I understood what she meant.

Since Jang Li-seo, a spy of the Black Path, has risen to a high position in the Apostolic Alliance, the evil beast is considered to be the Black Path.

It was good news for Dang Bi-hyeon.

In fact, even if you don’t know the inside story like Sama An, it looks like it was the work of a dark thief.

“The only group that would quarrel with the Apostolic Alliance, where all the centers of the four factions are gathered, is the Black Island… .”

“I guess I stole the Yuncheoljuhyeolblade for this operation… .”

“If there are more warriors similar to last night’s assassin on Heukdo… .”

The executives helped out one by one.

There was an atmosphere of accepting it as an established fact that the identity of the evil beast was a black island.

Even Jang Li-seo joined the trend, saying that the evil beast seemed to be a black sword.

Jeongryong also whispered a few words with Komori, then nodded, seeming to agree with everyone’s opinions.

The fact that the evil beast is a black sword is a natural introduction, and now let’s move on to the main topic.

Everyone was being swept away by that atmosphere.

Except for one person.

“Ryeonju. “May I say something?”

“As you wish. “Isn’t this a table banquet?”

“Yes, then.”

Grumble.

The person who stood up with the sound of a chair being dragged was none other than Song Joo-hwan.

“Is the chest water black? “I’m not sure about that.”

At his remark, Dang Bi-hyeon narrowed his eyes.

“I’m sure it’s one of those in this banquet room.”