Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 314



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 314

Years (3)

While everyone was looking at me with bewilderment.

“But indulgences? That Catholic place in the Western world is really absurd. Isn’t it like they’re doing business with religion?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Your Highness the Sixth Prince. I don’t know about the old days, but these days the Vatican seems to be blinded by money.”

James and Jongli Chu continued their conversation in quite a deep manner.

A mix of English and Chinese.

Ichimoku, who realized the fact belatedly, asked with an even more embarrassed expression.

“… Six death sentences? When did you learn Western languages?”

“Hahaha. It’s all thanks to the youngest. Thanks to the youngest, I’ve had a lot of friends in foreign countries recently.”

“Oh, did you learn from the new converts?”

It was unexpected that Jong-ri-chu’s language acquisition ability would be this outstanding.

However, for some reason, James and Jongli Chu smiled strangely at Ichimoku’s question.

“Hahaha. I have those friends, but I also have other friends. I was able to learn foreign languages ​​by hanging out with these friends.”

Jongli Chu, who had said that, suddenly started talking while looking into the air.

Even by mixing up different languages ​​every time.

While Ilmok was staring blankly at the bizarre sight, Jonglichu, who had been looking around the empty space and chattering, smiled broadly and said.

“Oh, come to your senses. I guess I should use this opportunity to introduce some friends to our youngest.”

Jong-ri-chu, who had said so, invited Ilmok to greet him.

“Greetings. This is our youngest priest. The youngest should also greet you. This is my friend, Edouard.”

“… Well, it’s nice to meet you.”

Ilmok thought as he waved goodbye to the empty space where there was no one.

‘… It seems that the realm of the six death penalty has reached its peak.’

The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations seemed to have become more severe.

‘Hmm? But, does it make sense to learn a foreign language through hallucinations and auditory hallucinations?’

The moment his thoughts reached that point, Ichimoku felt goosebumps running down his back for some reason.

* * *

After greeting the empty space appropriately, Ilmok ran away from the entrance as if he was running away.

At the sight that made my head spin, it seemed as if the side effects of the magic that had disappeared would come back.

The place Ilmok headed after escaping from the training center was Gyomagak.

The place was reminiscent of a battlefield.

“What’s going on with the textbook I mentioned last time?”

“How many kids are going to enter the middle school building next year? What are we going to do if we haven’t even made it to half of the class yet?!”

“Tell the workers to work all night long! Or you can stay up all night longer!!”

They had dark circles under their eyes and bloodshot eyes, and they were shouting at each other and swinging their brushes madly or running around.

‘Wow… Isn’t this worse than those Korean companies in my past life?’

While Ilmok was looking at the horrifying sight.

“Hahaha! Come on in, youngest!”

Wi Jin-hak, who had been buried in papers at the highest seat, discovered Il-mok late and greeted him heartily.

At the same time, everyone in the courtyard turned their gaze to Ilmok.

Their eyes were all filled with murder and resentment. It felt like I was looking at the vengeful spirits that had been trapped in the Ascension Sword.

‘Tea, must be a mistake?’

At first glance, their eyes were bloodshot, so he thought he had misunderstood.

Was he not paying attention to their gazes, or was he just oblivious? Wi Jin-hak laughed heartily and opened his mouth again.

“Hahaha. This Woohyung was busy with work and didn’t have time to come see me, so I’m grateful that he came here.”

To Ilmok, those words sounded like a thank you for coming to die on his own feet.

Among the reasons they are suffering from the hell of work, a significant portion are probably due to former slaves that they threw away and ran away.

However, this was a complete misunderstanding.

“I already had something I wanted to discuss with our clever youngest, so let’s talk about it now.”

In the brightly smiling ambassador’s figure, Ichimoku saw a familiar shadow.

‘That looks like a symptom of severe workaholism.’

People who live with bloodshot eyes, dull skin and hair, and dark shadows under their eyes, but only think about work.

Although this is a rare occurrence in the civil service world, these are faces you can often see living in modern Seoul.

Whether Ilmok was worried about Wei Jin-hak or not, Wei Jin-hak continued to talk.

“Ilmok, thanks to you, there are new believers from other countries who have joined the sect. As I said, have you heard that through them, we have also recently been learning foreign languages ​​in our sect?”

“… I also stopped by the entrance exam center today. It seemed like the military academy’s foreign language skills were quite impressive.”

“Hahaha. I didn’t know that our priest had such talent. Anyway, I think it’s time to start preparing for the next step. How about making teaching materials for teaching foreign languages, and teaching foreign languages ​​in addition to administration and medicine at the middle school?”

“Are you trying to train diplomats, or rather missionaries who will work abroad?”

“Hahaha. You guessed it right.”

“… If you think about the future, it seems like a great idea.”

The problem is, I wonder if it’s possible to prepare for that now that we’re already on the verge of overload.

“Does the youngest see it that way? Hahaha. That’s really fortunate. Oh, and what do you think about this? You’ve been going to the north a lot recently for trade, right? I heard that they’ve started missionary work in the north too. So let’s send additional people who have learned the nomads’ language to the north to spur missionary work…”

Since then, Wei Jin-hak has been talking nonstop about the things he has been thinking about over the past few months.

As Wei Jin-hak’s speech continued, Ichimoku’s eyes began to tremble with anxiety.

Wei Jin-hak, who was addicted to work, did not notice it, but Ichimoku saw it.

“Please….”

“S, save me… .”

The faces of the people of Gyoma-gak, looking at him with eyes that looked like they would faint and shed tears of blood at any moment.

“Hey, there’s more work to do here…?”

By that point, I thought he was already half a corpse.

It was a sight that made one wonder why the Blood Sect went to the trouble of bringing in corpses to make zombies.

Even as the people of Gyoma-gak were being turned into living corpses in real time, Wei Jin-hak’s mouth continued to dance without stopping.

Grand plans for the next several decades pour out of his mouth without pause.

“Ahhh….”

“Kill him! Kill him~!!!”

Several of the miners who had fallen into the state of coin possession suddenly began to have seizures.

“Oh, here we go again.”

Wi Jin-hak, who had been chattering loudly, finally shut his mouth and swung his sword at those who had started the seizure.

“Subdue them carefully so that no one gets hurt and the letter is not torn!”

At his direction, the people of the Gyomagak who had been suffering together also drew their weapons and stood up to block those who had convulsions.

They were solely focused on defense, so as not to harm those who had a seizure. To be exact, they were performing the role of preventing them from touching the letters or teaching materials.

Meanwhile, Wi Jin-hak stepped forward and suppressed the demons one by one, and Ilmok also joined in.

As soon as Wei Jin-hak and Ilmok, who had entered the Inhae-gyeong, came forward, the reactionaries were suppressed in an instant.

“Whew. Thank you, youngest. Thanks to you, we were able to subdue them without anyone getting hurt this time.”

Ilmok felt a strange feeling at Wei Jin-hak’s greeting.

‘Hmm. But seeing that they’re being careful not to hurt each other, it seems like they care for each other.’

The other members of the Kyomagak also looked down on the subdued ones with eyes full of camaraderie.

“Where are you going to rest alone?”

“I can’t go alone. Of course. Even if we die, we have to die together.”

“… … .”

When Il-mok looked at Wi Jin-hak at their strange monologue that seemed like camaraderie, he laughed heartily and said.

“Hahaha. Last time, I accidentally injured two guys badly. Those two guys were missing, so the others had to stay up all night.”

“… … .”

Ichimoku realized.

This was a hell of a place where people held onto each other’s hair and wouldn’t let go.

* * *

After escaping from the task hell following the ghost hell, Ichimoku quickly started moving his feet and headed somewhere.

‘It’s dangerous if we continue like this.’

When Ichimoku realized that something was seriously wrong, he headed straight to Jeongsimwon.

A hospital specializing in mental illness, created for the mentally ill of the Demonic Cult.

When Ilmok visited Jeongsimwon for the first time in a long time, Ma-ui welcomed him.

“Hehehe. Welcome, Vice-Minister.”

“Hahaha. It’s been a while, Elder Demon. It’s been a few years since I stepped down from my position as Vice-Chief, so please call me at your convenience.”

After exchanging brief greetings with the demon, Ichimoku moved on to the main topic.

“By the way, is Representative Seo Jae-pil inside?”

“I’m sure they’re working in that pavilion over there, so come in and take a look.”

Ilmok headed towards the pavilion that Ma-ui had pointed to.

“Welcome, Prince Eight!”

Then, as usual, Seo Jae-pil welcomed Il-mok.

“Is your research on foreigners going well?”

Seo Jae-pil, who had traveled to Ilmok and the North, returned to the headquarters and was continuing his research on foreigners.

“Research on whether the type or severity of the disease differs by race has not yet yielded much results.”

When Seo Jae-pil answered with a somewhat regretful expression, Ilmok spoke soothingly.

“But if we increase our contact with foreigners, we might be able to gain knowledge about medical technology from the West or the North.”

“Ah! By the way, I heard that you have been studying foreign languages ​​at Gyomagak recently. After hearing Confucius’s words, I think it would be good for me to join you.”

“Hmm. Then, since you’re learning a foreign language at Kyomagak, why don’t you try talking to the six siblings?”

Ilmok slyly brought up the reason for his visit.

“When I visited today, I found that the six brothers’ foreign language acquisition skills were quite outstanding.”

“Is that so? Since we don’t often meet, I had no idea.”

“Actually, there was something a little odd about this. The six brothers said that they had learned foreign languages ​​from their new ‘friends’. The friends they had made as a side effect of the Jong-ri brothers.”

“Are you talking about the symptoms of auditory and visual hallucinations?”

“That’s right. So, is it possible to learn a foreign language through auditory hallucinations and illusions? Or is it possible that the side effect of the Kwanghon Sword Technique is actually seeing ghosts?”

“Hmm. Probably not a ghost. The Sixth Prince must have quite a few close friends. If they were all real ghosts, wouldn’t it be strange that they didn’t know about the An family or the Bagua Chronicles?”

Seo Jae-pil, who answered like that, had his eyes shining for some reason.

“More than that, learning a foreign language through hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. It’s a truly interesting story. I think I should visit Prince Yuk every day from now on. I’ll learn a foreign language too. I’ll do it both ways.”

“Hahaha. Please do so. If possible, just in case, it would be good if you brought a shaman with you and went around with him sometimes.”

“Hahaha. I will do so, Your Majesty.”

Ilmok, who succeeded in attaching a doctor to the 6th-grade student Jong-ri Chu, passed on the next patient to Seo Jae-pil.

“Oh, and have you talked to the Ambassador recently?”

“If you are the Grand Duke, you have already taken your horse, so there is absolutely no reason for you to come to Jeongsimwon.”

In response to Seo Jae-pil, Ilmok briefly explained the symptoms of Wei Jin-hak.

“I was worried that I might be too absorbed in work.”

However, Seo Jae-pil showed an unexpected reaction.

“What’s wrong with working hard and doing a lot of work?”

“???”

“I think this is truly an exemplary case of our new religion.”

Seo Jae-pil, who had said so, asked Ilmok in return.

“Oh, by the way, what happened to that thing you mentioned earlier? Do you still have no interest in killing people?”

Seeing Seo Jae-pil’s enthusiasm for work shining brightly and holding a brush in his hand, ready to scribble something, Ilmok realized an important fact.

‘Ah. This guy was a workaholic too.’

This damned Cheonmasingyo was a paradise for chronic workaholics.