Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 159



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 159

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Soon after the villagers, who had been bowing and speaking in tongues while intoxicated with religious sentiments, calmed down somewhat.

“There is plenty of water, so take just one bucket each!”

The magicians mediated among the villagers and distributed water from the well.

“Fuck!! Zenjaaaaang~!”

Just one person.

“The enlightenment of Dokgo Gugeom!!!”

If only we could get rid of that crazy Dokgo-pae who keeps swinging his sword in the air.

‘Why does a crazy person keep talking about enlightenment? It only makes the side effects worse.’

Ilmok, who had been looking at Dokgo-pae’s seizure with pitiful eyes, realized an important fact belatedly.

‘… Ah. That’s normal.’

And Ichimoku shook his head urgently.

‘Dokgopae is normal, what do you mean!! I’m normal. Of course.’

I absolutely could not admit that he was normal and I was crazy.

While Ichimoku was lost in his own rationalization, the task of distributing water to the villagers was completed.

And Ilmok, who came to his senses late, spoke to the village headman in a subtle manner.

“In fact, making this well here is an act similar to putting a stone on a platform. The water that used to flow from this vein was going to the village well, so now the amount of water going to the village well is bound to decrease drastically.”

“ah….”

Buntaju, who had been intoxicated by the miracle of a new well being born, only then realized the important fact and let out a faint groan.

“It means that it would be difficult to give too much water right now. Everyone is excited today, so it would be better to calm down and explain it to them after they have calmed down a bit.”

This well would dry up the existing well, so the villagers would eventually have to walk all the way here to get water.

But it wasn’t all bad. The existing well was already drying up, and the amount of water flowing here was much greater.

“I think it would be better to periodically have the unmanned Bunta carry water, or to simply move the village here. Please talk to the villagers about it.”

After telling the story of the aftermath to Buntaju, Ichimoku was finally able to return to the village to rest.

* * *

Around noon the next day.

The demon cult members, who had been digging wells late into the night, were finally ready to leave the village after a comfortable rest until the sun was high in the sky.

In a village with only about two hundred people, there were no accommodations that could accommodate people over sixty years old.

However, the villagers were so impressed by the miracle they had performed the night before that they were willing to give up their homes.

Instead of having a couple and their children sleep huddled together in a small room, they would give up one of the remaining rooms, or an elderly couple would give up their now empty room.

And even at this very moment, as the cultists leave the village.

“Heavenly horse has arrived! May all fortunes come true!!”

“I pray that the blessings of the Heavenly Horse be with the warriors of the new religion!”

The villagers came out without exception, bowing to them as they left and shouting blessings.

At that sacred sight, the cultists all left the village with satisfied faces, and this was no different from the others.

It wasn’t just because he saved the villagers who were suffering from thirst.

‘How long has it been since you took a proper bath?’

Thanks to the water drawn from the newly dug well, Ichimoku was able to truly shake off his obsession with hygiene.

For the next ten days or so, Ilmok and his men traveled back and forth across the vast wastelands of Xinjiang.

There were days when I was so exhausted from staying out overnight that my obsession with hygiene was about to explode, and there were also days when I stopped by a relatively large town to rest comfortably.

Or, he witnessed a sight of people pulling a carriage with children in it. They were the unmanned soldiers of the armed forces assigned to the Chomagwan that the ambassador was in charge of.

After spending such unremarkable days, the day to return to Cheonmandaesan finally arrived.

Is it because Cheonmandaesan is getting closer? Green fields instead of wastelands begin to fill the field of vision, and as more time passes, the outline of Cheonmandaesan in the distance begins to slowly come into view.

“Your Majesty the Count.”

Ilmok approached the Count and took out a stack of letters from his sleeve and handed it to him.

“I know this may be presumptuous of you, but could you please convey this to your teacher?”

Unlike the Counts who had now completed their mission and returned to the headquarters, Ichimoku had to return to the Magic Hall.

And originally, the Magic Hall was forbidden from contacting the headquarters. For the old-fashioned reason that they should focus solely on training and self-development.

However, since the topic was about Cheonma, the master of Ilmok, the Count asked with a hopeful mind.

“What is this that you are telling me to convey to your lord?”

“This is a letter summarizing the areas of improvement I felt while working with the Baekjakdan this time.”

It could be seen that he had stepped forward and started the work, which was unusual.

But there was a reason for that.

If the story of the village where the well was dug had reached the teacher, it was obvious that he would once again order him to come up with various improvement measures.

It was a conclusion that it was better to first come up with a plan for improvement and present it to the teacher rather than suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder and getting scolded by the teacher.

In addition to that.

‘I can’t be the only one suffering.’

There was one hidden pitfall to this improvement.

“…a solution for improvement.”

The Count, who was muttering while stroking his rough beard, accepted the stack of letters that Ilmok had handed him and asked.

“Is this something I can read?”

To that question, which was slightly unpleasant, Ichimoku answered politely.

“Yes.”

As soon as the first answer was finished, the Count began reading the letter.

The reason for his unpleasant mood was simple.

‘Now that I think about it, was the top secret mission that Heavenly Demon gave to Prince Pal to be surveillance of our armed forces?’

It was because of the expression ‘improvement measure’. The Count’s leader thought that it might be an improvement measure for the way the Count’s group handled their missions.

But soon after I read the letter, I realized that I had misunderstood.

“Ugh… .”

As the Count was reading the letter, he took a deep breath at one point, raised his head, and looked at the scene.

With eyes that looked like they were looking at a monster.

“… I think I understand why my lord wanted to send you on another top secret mission instead of sending you to the armed forces.”

Ilmok smiled bitterly at the Count’s rave reviews.

“I was just lucky.”

I was lucky.

‘Fuck.’

Because it was the result of having knowledge of the modern era and an obsession with the sword of Talhonmujeonggeom added to it.

The Count, who did not know the true intentions of the Ilmok, simply regarded it as Ilmok’s humility and smiled happily as he spoke.

“It is forbidden to pass on the letter of the Maga-gwan official, but this is not a matter of the official, but of the Eight Princes, so I will make sure to pass it on.”

The Count folded the pile of letters carefully and put it in his bosom, as if he would protect it even at the cost of his life.

And then, as time passed and they arrived near Cheonmandaesan, the Baekjakdan members and the officials exchanged brief greetings and parted ways.

“Thank you for teaching me, seniors!”

“I will definitely become a great mine and meet you again!”

“Hahaha. Let’s meet again in a year!”

The Count and his men headed to the manor of the headquarters, and after arriving at the headquarters, he ordered the men to rest.

And the Countess walked towards Cheonma Hall.

“Meet the master of Manma!”

“Yes. Did Ilmok say that he had a letter that he asked me to deliver?”

“Yes.”

The Countess, who had answered with a bow, stood up when the Heavenly Horse commanded her to rise and held out the letter.

Eunwigakju, the Heavenly Horse’s receiver, accepted the letter, checked something, and then passed it on to Heavenly Horse.

Cheonma read the letter with shining eyes as if he had discovered a new world order.

‘Hehehe. I wonder what kind of magical change the cute youngest will bring this time.’

He read the letter with a look of anticipation, and as he turned the pages, his anticipation grew.

– The most important thing in our new religion is to prevent the evil within all people from running wild. However, here in Xinjiang, the environment is too good for evil to run wild. Unlike the fertile Central Plains, more than half of the land is barren land, and because of this, there is always a shortage of food and water.

The letter that Ilmok sent to Cheonma was titled [Xinjiang Wasteland Development Plan].

– First, we need to increase the pastures in Xinjiang. It is impossible to turn desert into pastures all at once. However, if we plant and cultivate new grass and trees on the border between pastures and wastelands every year, it is possible to gradually increase the pasture area.

…

– In addition, children who go to school and the academy can also participate in this work. Watering the trees and grass that they planted regularly and watching them grow will also be a great help to the emotional stability of children. So, I think it would be a good idea to designate this day, when children all plant grass and trees together once a year, as ‘Arbor Day’ and make it a festival day.

…

– There is a saying, “A mulberry field becomes a sea.” However, the transformation of a mulberry field into an ocean did not happen overnight. The same goes for increasing Xinjiang’s pastures. You may not feel a big change overnight, but after a few decades, no one will be able to recall the old Xinjiang.

Ilmok personally used to call it [Our Xinjiang, Green, Green].

What inspired Ilmok the most was a memory from when he was in elementary school.

I remember planting flowers and trees with a trowel on Arbor Day.

In addition, Arbor Day was a kind of stepping stone.

A move to increase the number of public holidays in the Cheonmasin Church.

The Cheonmasingyo was a crazy group that took it for granted that they would work or train all year round.

Ilmok planned to trick Cheonma into extending the number of public holidays in order to legally take a break, starting with this Arbor Day.

Also, Ichimoku’s strategy did not end with just one public holiday.

– Even I, who just learned sorcery, was able to explore water veins, so the sorcerers of Bagua Jeon and Anshi Family should be able to find water veins. We should utilize them to create a map of Xinjiang’s water veins.

…

– In large villages with water sources, such as Torobon and Hwajeong, you should expand pastures, and for other villages, you should create a new water source nearby based on a water vein map and form new pastures and villages based on that.

…

– If we simply try to force the villagers to move, there will be conflict, but the new water source will be a great temptation for them. Also, we have the bait of education. We can use the military and the unmanned soldiers of the Bunta to create new schools and schools, and encourage the villagers to move.

… .

Ilmok completed the plan by adding plans for villages and living beings that are immediately lacking water.

This plan was a trap prepared by Ichimoku.

A trap filled with anger that I can’t get lost in work alone.

And Cheonma, who had read all the letters, moved as Ilmok had intended.

“Right now, summon the Bagua Jeonju and the Ansegaeju, as well as the leaders of each military faction and the heads of the Demonic Religion Hall.”

The Gyomagakju was a newly established institution in charge of education for the Cheonmasingyo, and its headmaster was none other than Grand Duke Wi Jinhak.

And from this moment on, a huge storm was about to hit the Cheonmasin Church.

The unmanned soldiers of the Armed Forces, the sorcerers of the Bagua War, and those belonging to the Gyomagak, all of which will be torn apart by a terrible storm of tasks.

* * *

After dropping a massive wall bomb on the headquarters of the Cheonmasin Church, Ichimoku was walking along the mountain path with a relieved expression on his face.

‘Hehehe. You don’t have time to worry about me anymore.’

In order for this to stabilize, a significant portion of the headquarters’ personnel had to be laid off for quite some time.

If things go well, even after Ichimoku has graduated from the Magic Academy, he may still be very busy.

‘If I could just quickly get dispatched to the Central Plains branch office during that time, I could live a life of playing around with the gods!’

Although he was a member of the Cheonmasin Church, he was seen letting his Taoist imagination run wild.

While they were imagining a peaceful future with cheerful expressions on their faces, Ichimoku and the officials were able to reach the entrance of the Magic Hall.

After a month of traveling all over Xinjiang, officials wearing dusty windbreakers began to pass through the main gate.

In the training hall of the magic hall that they had returned to after a month, young men and women they had never seen before were standing there, each looking at them.