Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 241



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 241

Gambling (1)

A few days before the first class of the religious education center completed their course.

A group of people secretly entered Nanzhou, Gansu Province.

Two men, who could be considered the representatives of the group, came to Ilmok’s pavilion, and Ilmok welcomed them.

“Hello, Sam Sa-hyeong! It’s been a while since I’ve seen Anjeokun Ark.”

“Hahaha. It’s been a while, youngest.”

“I meet Prince Pal.”

After a brief greeting, Seo Wan-pyeong spoke with a moved expression.

“Huh. It seems that the saying, ‘a worthy opponent’ is definitely meant for our youngest. In just a few months, he caught up with this death sentence.”

When I graduated from the Magic Academy, I was the youngest who had just started to escape from the extreme demonic world, but I think I had gained enlightenment in the meantime, and now I had reached a level where I could not guarantee a win.

“Hahaha. That was a long way to go, Death Penalty.”

“They say courtesy is proportional. It seems as if you are making fun of this death penalty.”

When Seo Wan-pyeong started to flinch, wondering if he was having delusions of persecution again, Seo Wan-pyeong smiled darkly.

“I’m kidding. Hahaha.”

“No, were you kidding? Ha. Hahaha.”

Seo Wan-pyeong had also escaped from extreme hardship to some extent, so his delusions of persecution had decreased compared to the past.

The aftereffects of suffering from side effects for over twenty years still lingered, so the mood of the person himself was still gloomy.

“I heard from the Master. Those scumbags from Haomen are interfering with our youngest’s work?”

At Seo Wan-pyeong’s question, which had a gloomy tone, Ilmok nodded.

It was a murderous intent that would be creepy if directed at him, but he had a strangely reassuring appearance because he was an ally.

‘Just as I was tormented before entering the Magic Academy, the Haomen guys should also be tormented by the three death squads.’

The reason they came was because Ilmok had sent a letter to the headquarters, along with an explanation that a letter was being sent from Haomun.

“For now, we are trying to persuade the disciples through the religious education center, but we can’t just stay on the defensive forever, right?”

“The religious education center. I also heard about it from the Master. The Master and the great elder brother praised you so much that their mouths were watering.”

I almost never gave Seo Wan-pyeong such compliments.

“Are you talking about my compliments…?”

“I heard that he was talking to the youngest one himself, saying, ‘Youngest of all, that’s how it is!’ when he came up with a mysterious method while he was left with only two options: either kill all those suspected of being thieves, or watch over them with insufficient manpower and let everything go to waste.”

To Seo Wan-pyeong’s explanation, Ilmok showed a cold reaction.

‘If your teacher or your superiors have been praising you, that’s a warning sign.’

Because it was a daily routine to always be given a new task after receiving praise.

At Ilmok’s indifferent reaction, Seo Wan-pyeong had to try to hide his feelings with a smile.

‘It’s a compliment I’ve rarely heard in my entire life, but it seems the youngest doesn’t feel any emotion.’

Even though I got over the extreme pain, the side effects didn’t completely disappear. I just tolerated them better than before.

Seo Wan-pyeong quickly pushed away the negative emotions that were creeping up his head and asked with a gloomy smile.

“So, what should this executioner do from now on?”

“First, this is the information I got from the persuaded people. And this is a list of those who were not persuaded but are suspicious. Lastly, this is a list of those who recently entered Gansu Province again.”

As if he had prepared in advance, Ilmok divided a fairly thick pile of letters and handed it to Seo Wan-pyeong.

“Due to lack of manpower, we have not been able to verify or obtain information on all of the works. Based on the information contained in this letter, I would like you to trace back the body of Haomun.”

Ilmok had requested through a letter that the people of ‘Amyeonggak’ be sent as reinforcements.

It doesn’t end with just enduring Haomun’s tricks, but to deal with Haomun’s head and body.

I never thought that three death squads would come as reinforcements.

And as he looked at the pile of letters that Ilmok had handed him, Seo Wan-pyeong’s face darkened for a moment.

‘… They say the youngest member’s reputation is well-known at the headquarters.’

I wondered if there was anything I could say bad about that clever youngest, but seeing him in person like this made me feel overwhelmed.

‘The youngest can handle things like this without a problem, so it seems he can leave it up to others without a problem. Ha. Is it because he thinks differently from the likes of me?’

In one corner of Seo Wan-pyeong’s mind, the negative thoughts that he had been forcibly pushing away grew in size.

Even though it was impossible for him to handle it himself, he had to subcontract it out, but Seo Wan-pyeong had no way of knowing this.

While Seo Wan-pyeong was shaking his head from side to side, trying to overcome his anxiety.

Ilmok and An Jeok-un had a conversation, unaware that the patient with persecution complex was on the verge of turning black right before their eyes.

“Prince Eight. What should we do?”

“Ah. I would like you to create a formation for the religious education center. I am planning to use the Hwanmong formation to show new believers a vision of Maitreya and encourage their faith.”

This was the reason why Ilmok requested reinforcements from not only Amyeonggak but also Baguajeon.

I was planning to apply only the Hwanmongjin method that the Guigoja guy had used, excluding the Hojeopcho.

Just like placing an order for a building construction project, Ilmok took the time to explain in detail the effects of the dream world he wanted and let An Jeok-un organize the contents.

An Jeok-un, who had somehow finished talking about Hwanmongjin, asked.

“It seems that you have achieved the Talhonmujeonggeom quite quickly, Confucius. As promised, after you have achieved Talhonmujeonggeom, are you willing to come to the Baguajeon?”

When An Jeok-un mentioned the promise they made when he was acting instructor at the Magic Academy, Ilmok tried to smile and answered.

“Hahaha. If I get caught in a fight, I’ll have to think about it again.”

‘If you’ve been in a slum, then you should live like a bum in the back room. Are you crazy enough to go in there?’

He had no intention of practicing martial arts, let alone magic or sorcery. If only he could escape from the horse.

Furthermore, entering the Bagua Hall meant living with toxic substances, so I had absolutely no intention of going.

If they continued talking like this, it seemed like their noses would be pierced by the Bagua Tao, so Ilmok quickly turned his head and looked at Seo Wanpyeong.

“Sam Sa-hyeong? Your complexion is gloomy. Is something bothering you?”

“… I guess I’m making fun of the dark circles under my eyes because the day and night are reversed.”

“How could I dare to make fun of the heavenly death penalty?”

“A death sentence like the sky. They say there is a sky that is less capable than you.”

Ilmok, who felt a sense of crisis at Seo Wan-pyeong’s tone of voice that felt somehow awkward, quickly moved his tongue.

“What are you talking about! Everyone has something they are good at! Why did I ask for help from the death squad? Even if I were to wake up from the dead, I wouldn’t be able to use the perfect hiding skills of the death squad, and I wouldn’t be able to catch Haomen’s rats and find Haomen’s body.”

“Is there something that even you, a smart person, can’t do?”

“Yes! So that’s why you asked for help.”

“Hmm.”

Seo Wan-pyeong, who was looking down at the pile of letters that Ilmok had handed him with a subtle expression, nodded and smiled darkly.

“If you do it, trust me and leave it to me. I will definitely find where Haomun’s body is hiding.”

Seeing that sight of her regaining her confidence, Ichimoku breathed a deep sigh of relief.

It seemed like it was harder to appease Haomen’s body and soul than to appease that crazy executioner.

* * *

To handle the work assigned to them by Ilmok, Seo Wan-pyeong and An Jeok-un moved busily.

An Jeok-un and the other sorcerers who came with him went to the religious education center and began to draw up a plan, while Seo Wan-pyeong began to investigate with the warriors of Amyeonggak.

In addition to the information confessed by those who had already confessed their sins through the sacraments of atonement and confession, they also secretly tracked down those who had persevered in their religious education to the end and followed the flow of letters they sent.

However, since Haomen had been an information group for a long time, they did not easily expose their torso.

When the messenger he was chasing was found dead, Seo Wan-pyeong clicked his tongue with a gloomy expression.

“Tsk. They’re such vile people.”

Someone who noticed that they were being chased seemed to have killed the porter and taken the letter.

‘Phew. Well, that’s fortunate because there’s still a chance.’

Fortunately, there was still a chance, as new suspects had entered the religious education center.

And that opportunity, in a way, was also created by the youngest.

“Let’s go after the next target.”

Thinking that he would be ashamed to face his youngest if he could not hold onto the torso until the end, Seo Wan-pyeong and the other soldiers of the Dark Pavilion entered the darkness.

one side.

The religious education center continued to accept new believers even after the first group had completed training.

This was because those who completed the religious education center and returned to their respective villages gave it many favorable reviews.

For those who had not received that mysterious additional education, the religious education center was a veritable heaven.

Rather, it is strange that those who receive ‘additional education’ in such a good place show bad educational attitudes.

How much time did he spend in Nanju, waiting for the religious education center to identify the three scholars and find Haomen’s body?

A letter was sent to the head of the Cheonmasingyo sect in Nanju.

A letter from Gwanmuyeol, who lives in Pyeongnyang-hyeon as magistrate Park Chun-sik.

As Ilmok’s expression distorted as he read the contents of the letter, Jin Ha-yeon and Hyukryeon Seon-ah asked.

“Is there any problem?”

“Brother. Are you okay?”

“Whew. I heard there are guys opening a gambling table in Pyeongryang-hyeon.”

“… Wouldn’t it be possible to deal with such a bunch of rascals on an unmanned ship?”

When Jin Ha-yeon asked again, Ilmok shook his head.

“They are cracking down on them, but they seem to be quite suspicious as they move in an organized manner.”

The first thing that came to mind when he said that was Haomen.

I felt that they were not just sending a letter, but were trying to completely destroy someone else’s territory.

‘Why gambling? They were addicted to gambling and are just now getting out of it, so they are already vulnerable to pleasure.’

So, they took the difficult route and turned their attention to music, performances, and plays.

If such people become addicted to gambling, there is a risk that they will end up in a state of no return.

As if he understood Ichimoku’s intentions, the Ascension Sword hanging at his side also let out its sword name.

Wheeing.

Ichimoku, who had been looking down at the Sword of Ascension for a moment, made his decision and spoke.

“I guess I’ll have to handle this myself.”

The Sword of Ascension is the Sword of Ascension, but since all the work at the religious education center was subcontracted out, there was no one to whom I could delegate the work.

* * *

Two days later.

Ilmok and his party arrived at Pyeongnyang-hyeon.

The first place they headed to, with their faces covered with simple disguises or cotton, was the Arts Center.

A joint battle was scheduled to take place there today, and according to Gwanmuyeol’s report, gambling was taking place over the results of the joint battle.

It was ridiculous. The match was a kind of play with a predetermined outcome, so they were gambling on the outcome.

‘No, if we collude with those who are fabricating the story in reverse, there is a risk that it will develop into a bigger problem.’

With that thought in his mind, Ichimoku finished calculating and entered the hall. Since he was hiding his identity, he paid the entrance fee for outsiders.

Ilmok and his party dispersed and took their seats in the audience.

The purpose was to share stories related to gambling or to find anyone who was showing any suspicious activity.

Take a moment to look around with a sense of humor.

As the orchestra played, two unmanned aerial vehicles took turns appearing on stage, and cheers erupted in succession.

“Wow!!”

They were originally members of the Cheonmasingyo, but somehow ended up working as actors here, and they were actors of the Yakhapbimu.

“Let’s start the fight!!”

As the commentator shouted, the two middle-aged warriors continued their martial arts with flashy and exaggerated movements.

Ilmok focused on finding out if there were any people gambling, while keeping an eye on the Yakhapbimu.

Soon I couldn’t help but look astonished.

I didn’t find any evidence of gambling.

“Haaaah!”

It was because a crazy guy suddenly barged onto the stage where the wedding ceremony was taking place.

While a strange atmosphere was flowing throughout the concert hall, the unmanned person who was performing the ritual tried hard to hide his surprise and asked.

“Who are you, the Sohyup, who is interfering with our life and death?”

“I am Peng Jiguang of Habuk Pengga. I am still young, but as someone who has trained in martial arts, I cannot bear to watch with my eyes open, so I have come forward. Who would have thought that those who are called martial artists would engage in such childish acts! You should know shame!”

Hearing the confident shout of the young man named Paeng Ji-kwang, Ilmok’s thoughts naturally came to mind.

‘…Do they teach magic at Habukpangga too?’

First of all, it seemed like he wasn’t in his right mind.