Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 11



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 11

Overtime (2)

As I opened the door and went in, I bowed my head and took the lottery ticket.

“The youngest disciple, Ilmok, meets his teacher and the disciples.”

And then I slowly raised my head, and the whole interior came into view.

Appetizing food was placed on luxurious plates, and the teacher was seated at the head of the table.

“Hehehe. Come quickly. Say hello to everyone. I am Ilmok, the youngest disciple that this old man took in in his later years.”

Following the teacher’s brief introduction, the middle-aged man sitting closest to the teacher nodded.

“Hahahaha. Nice to meet you, my lord. I am your great-great-brother, Wei Jin-hak.”

A type of ambassador who greets people with a hearty laugh, to put it nicely, or a foolish laugh, to put it badly.

But don’t be fooled by that smile.

‘You clearly said that you learned the Typhoon Mara Sword Technique.’

This was information I heard from Jin Ha-yeon. And the side effect of the Violent Horn Mara Sword Technique is anger management disorder.

Since he was a real team leader and not an optional team leader, he was a great man who would cut off my balls the moment he laid eyes on me, regardless of whether there was a teacher next to me or not.

“It is an honor to meet you, Your Excellency.”

I tried to ignore the sweat running down my back and greeted him with the utmost courtesy.

‘…Honestly, rather than calling it the death penalty, I think it should be called private confinement or imprisonment.’

Ambassador Wi Jin-hak is forty-five years old.

Considering that this body was fifteen years old, he was not at all at an age where I could call him ‘hyung’.

‘That kind of person’s nickname is ‘Gwangma (狂魔)’… .

He has the vibe of a kind neighborhood uncle who used to be in every neighborhood, but seemed a little lacking.

But the nickname of that kind of divination was ‘Gwangma’.

About twenty years ago. When the master of the Daesahyung’s Tyrant Soul Mara Sword Technique had reached its peak.

It is said that Wei Jin-hak, who could not control his anger on his own, went wild and had to be subdued by his teacher several times.

And it is said that the Master gave the following advice to the Ambassador: ‘If you cannot control your anger, do not harass innocent people, but take it out on the wicked.’

The ambassador was so moved by the advice that he is said to have left Xinjiang and headed to the Central Plains whenever he experienced the first symptoms of a disease such as poisoning or a stroke.

And as a result of unleashing his anger on the martial artists and corrupt officials of the Central Plains, the number of martial artists, corrupt officials, and corrupt soldiers killed by just one general was easily over a thousand?

Naturally, the Murim Alliance declared him a great martial arts hero, and called him a ‘madman’ for his rampaging appearance.

It is said that after letting out his anger for nearly ten years, the Great Master was finally able to escape the extreme evil of the Tyrant Demon Sword Technique.

‘… No matter how much I think about it, it’s brave that he didn’t die.’

He was an amazing person in many ways, having gone on a rampage in the Central Plains dozens of times and killed over a thousand people and still survived.

If he died like that, I thought it should be considered as a side effect of the magic.

In any case, as time has passed, he has now reached a state close to being free from extreme hardships.

And the most important point, I felt, was the expression, ‘close to Talma.’

In other words, it is not yet a complete break.

‘If you touch it wrong and it breaks, the squad leader might pop out.’

If you were fooled by that stupid-looking smile and took him lightly, you would most likely be fooled.

After I finished greeting the ambassador in a tense atmosphere, the man sitting across from the ambassador opened his mouth in a grave tone.

“It’s Seo Wan-pyeong.”

Third disciple, Seo Wan-pyeong.

I think he was thirty-four years old. I took a lottery ticket and greeted the man who seemed like a manager or a section chief who was worn out by life and had a somewhat gloomy air about him.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Sam Sa-hyeong. I am Ilmok.”

“Why do you insist on greeting me twice? Are you treating me like a dead person right now?”

“… … .”

I was momentarily speechless.

‘F*ck… .’

The martial art that Seo Wan-pyeong learned was the Shadowless Fourteen Hands. As its name suggests, it was a magical art that boasted stealthy and fast swordsmanship, but its side effect was a delusion of persecution.

A symptom of taking all situations negatively.

And damn it, Seo Wan-pyeong, who is thirty-four this year, still hasn’t completely recovered from his extreme suffering.

‘If I hadn’t said hello, I’m sure he would have yelled at me for ignoring me.’

When I was hesitating and couldn’t do anything.

“Third.”

A voice full of tremendous energy flowed out from the Master’s mouth.

“!!!”

The Master’s energy seemed to have driven away the evil spirit that had invaded the third brother’s mind. The third brother shook his head from side to side a few times and looked at me with slightly clearer eyes.

“Ahem. I’m sorry.”

“Hahaha. This happened because I didn’t know how to behave properly. Your Majesty, don’t worry about it.”

He seemed to have come to his senses for a moment, but I was very careful not to provoke him unnecessarily.

If my delusions of persecution started again, there was a man who might sneak in one moonlit night to cut off my balls.

Because the Muyeongsipsasu was a sword technique specialized in assassination.

After finishing the greeting, the back of my neck feels cool.

This time, a young man sitting one seat away from the Master greeted me rather than the two executioners.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the sixth disciple, Jongli Chu.”

“Nice to meet you, Brother Yuk. My name is Ilmok.”

Fortunately, the sixth death row inmate did not react to my greeting the same way as the third death row inmate did.

Instead, he frowned slightly, stopped looking at me, and suddenly turned his head slightly to the side to look next to me.

The six-character Jongli Chui looks back and forth between the empty space and me.

The martial art he learned was the Kwanghon Sword Technique, and its side effect was schizophrenia.

The executioner, who seemed to be seeing something for a moment, soon looked at me and smiled gently.

“Ah. I’m sorry, priest. It was just a momentary misunderstanding, so don’t worry about it.”

Fortunately, he was still young, only twenty-four, and had not yet reached the peak of his powers.

In other words, he was only briefly confused between hallucination and reality, and was not completely overcome by hallucination or auditory hallucination.

‘… After finishing the Magic Academy, I should avoid as many places as possible.’

He may still be ‘relatively’ sane, but it takes a year to enter the Magic Academy. And two years to complete all the training there.

After three years, I thought I might have reached the peak of my powers.

Or maybe he was assassinated by the three executioners in the meantime.

It stings.

The third death row inmate, Seo Wan-pyeong, was glaring at the sixth death row inmate with a dark glare.

It seems that the six brothers intervened while I was exchanging greetings.

The reason, he seemed to think, was because he was beinglittled.

And against the dark gaze of the third death row inmate, the sixth death row inmate looked in that direction.

“hmm?”

To be exact, the empty seat next to the three death row inmates.

“Sir, when did you come?”

“… … .”

The sixth death row inmate greets the fourth death row inmate, who was killed by the Jeongpa people while on a mission.

He suddenly shook his head from side to side a few times, then his clear eyes returned.

“Ah. I think I made a mistake again. Sorry.”

“Hahahaha. It’s okay, priest. It seems like you missed the fourth one you saw when you were young. Hehahaha.”

At the apology of Jongli Chu, Grand Master Wi Jin-hak bursts into idiotic laughter again.

‘It’s a mess.’

It was a sight that made me sigh without realizing it, but I was able to endure it with transcendent patience.

The moment you sigh, you may incur the wrath of one of the three death sentences.

Because none of them were of sound mind.

“Ahem. It’s going to be uncomfortable to keep standing, so please take a seat.”

At the Master’s intervention, I walked hesitantly and sat down next to the empty third death row inmate.

Fortunately, Jong-ri Chu, who had come to his senses for a moment, did not blurt out again, “That’s the fourth death row inmate’s seat.”

And then the fun dinner time began. With the pitiful death row inmates who had a sore head somewhere.

“Hahahaha. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a drink with Master and the disciples, so I’m really happy.”

Surprisingly, it was not the teacher but the ambassador who led the atmosphere.

He would pour drinks into the teacher’s glass, then into the priests’ glasses, and then into his own glass, leading the toast, or he would constantly burst into foolish laughter and lead the atmosphere.

Let’s enjoy some food and drinks while chatting for a while.

“I am also happy to be here with you. By the way, have you taken care of all the tasks that I left for you while I was away in the Central Plains?”

I almost sighed without realizing it when I heard the teacher’s words after taking a few sips of alcohol.

‘Talking about work at a company dinner?’

As expected, the company dinner was definitely overtime work.

Especially if it’s a company dinner with an old-fashioned boss.

“Hahahaha. Don’t worry, Master. There were no problems in the Keulamai area that I visited.”

“In the case of the area near Bachu, I heard that a group of bandits had recently appeared and settled in the Taplim Basin area, so my disciple went and cleaned them up and came back.”

However, the executioners did not seem to have any particular complaints.

Come to think of it, the executioners were just like people from the past, so it seemed like they had no problem talking about work at company dinners.

While I was listening to the story of the three disciples and the Master, the Master who was listening to the reports of the disciples suddenly looked at me.

“Hehehe. Now that I think about it, I didn’t explain the situation to the youngest.”

“Don’t worry about me and feel free to talk.”

“Hahahaha! How could that be, priest? After you graduate from the Magic Academy, you too have to do things together.”

“Jinhak’s words are right.”

Thanks to the ambassador’s nagging, the teacher suddenly started talking to me about work.

The Master’s explanation was brief. It was just a coincidence that I was kidnapped by the Master in the Central Plains. Originally, the Master had other business in the Central Plains, so he had to leave Xinjiang for a while.

So, the Master gave instructions to the three disciples to go around the areas in Xinjiang that were under the influence of the Tianma Sect and check if there were any problems harassing the civilians.

So when I returned to the headquarters with my master, the death sentences were still absent.

Because the Master returned to the school earlier than originally scheduled because he was caught by the Murim Alliance and had to kidnap me as his disciple, the disciples who had not yet finished their work returned to the school a little late.

After finishing all those rough explanations.

The teacher looked at me with a strange expression and asked.

“What does our youngest think?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m curious about your thoughts on the story you’ve heard so far. Have you come up with any ideas on how our religion can care for its people, or even better ways to improve it?”

At the Master’s question, the eyes of the prisoners who were busy laughing and chatting together turned to me.

I felt like what was coming had finally come.

For my purposes, I have to play the role of incompetent here.

However, the answer ‘I don’t know anything’ was not correct.

The Master who just asked the question. Because I was the disciple of Cheonma.

In other words, the standard for my incompetence had to be ‘a level that is disappointing for a disciple of the Heavenly Demon.’ It meant that if my level was lower than the average human, it would be problematic.

That’s why I was worried the whole time I was coming to this dinner. How could I appear smart, but still give the impression that I was lacking as a disciple of Cheonma?

As a result, what came to mind was the image of passionate but inexperienced new recruits.

I wanted to give the impression that he was working hard but not making much of a profit, that he was not incompetent but was lacking by 2%.

‘Come to think of it, wasn’t the Master’s question about the way the Cheonmasingyo conducts business?’

It just so happened to be a perfect topic for me.

I knew all too well the most tedious and pass-the-buck-all work system in South Korea.