As Prophet - Chapter 207



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Episode 207. There’s Room for Negotiation

Only then did Khan find Eun-myeon.

“Where is the Grand Prince?”

“It was there when we entered, but it disappeared when the banquet began.”

Khan looked around the throne he was sitting on. Was it his seat? Did he disappear because he was upset? He did it on purpose. He minimized the bastard’s role in order to weaken his negotiating power.

“Find him and tell him to protect the key figures!”

“Loyalty!”

“After all, they are strong in one-on-one combat.”

“Yes.”

“Did the feast give him an advantage?”

“No. The Khan’s actions were appropriate. They had come a long way and had not had enough rest before they went into battle. He gave them a feast to console them for their hard work.”

Although he didn’t say anything, Khan knew who the mastermind was. It was Dalcheon. It was Jinin. It was the Taebaek Jinin, the martial artist who had praised him as the best in the world when he was young.

It is an established fact that no matter how strong a person is, even if he is the best in the world, he will inevitably fall before the power of the military.

However, if assassinations continue like this, many things will become difficult. The command will be shaken, and the result will be an early withdrawal. They will cry out to return home. They must return without gaining anything. They must create a power in Hanyang that is friendly to the Jurchen, but that takes time. It doesn’t end with Eunmyeon sitting on the throne. It takes time… …. The Khan thought that he should have at least half a month to spare. He must ascend to the throne, form a faction, divide merits and demerits, strictly reward and punish, and then go through the process of trusting local officials.

What was more worrying than anything else was that he himself might not make it through the night safely. Even though the battle was in full swing, the fake had already died twice. It wouldn’t be easy to make another fake. I thought I knew why he was using a mask. He could easily and concisely switch places. He could easily put someone else in their place and hide his true self behind them.

“Increase the escort force!”

“Loyalty!”

Suddenly, he shouted an order and the soldiers outside rushed in.

“Bring me a list of those affected.”

“Loyalty!”

As they sat down, the civil servants began to move. Some were naturalized during the Yuan Dynasty, and others were descendants of the Liao Dynasty. As they began to dream grand dreams, they were given high positions.

“Where shall we stay tonight?”

“Shouldn’t you sleep in the King of Joseon’s bedroom? Hahaha.”

“Loyalty!”

Someone shouted loudly for him to hear, but he instructed another person to lie down in the Gangnyeongjeon as a substitute.

“What about the Khan?”

“I will sleep in the tent.”

“Loyalty!”

The double of Gangnyeongjeon was told not to cover himself with a blanket and to sleep with a blanket over his head.

He went into one of the many identical tents set up in the wide courtyard of the palace and took off his armor. The Khan rarely fought the enemy himself. The armor was to protect him from being hit by blind arrows.

I couldn’t move properly because of the injury I got yesterday, but the armor had the advantage of covering up all the falsehoods. The moment I took off the armor with the help of my subordinate, a cool breeze came along with the pain I felt when I was injured.

“Okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts a lot. Call a doctor.”

“debriefing.”

I sat down on the field bunk and then collapsed. Pain surged up over the thin layer of fatigue. It was better when I was working, but the pain got worse at night when I retreated and lay down alone. I spent the night groaning in pain.

The man lying on his stomach closed his eyes and opened them. But a face that shouldn’t be there was floating in the air. The one floating with his back against the weak fabric of the tent was Dalcheon, that’s him.

“Is anyone there?”

But the sound didn’t spread. It was like I was screaming under the blanket. My voice was buried in the cotton and then dispersed into a very distant noise. It didn’t reach the surrounding subordinates.

Khan twisted his body. He tried to grab the sword that was lying down next to him. Then something cold and hot stabbed his wrist.

“Ahhh.”

A short flying knife pierced his forearm and lodged in the wooden corner of the bed. It would have been fine to just threaten him, but it went straight through his flesh.

“Ahhhh!”

Khan screamed in pain that was belatedly conveyed. At first it was a scream of surprise, but now it was a scream distorted by pain.

But no one comes. I scream for help, but no one comes.

When I turned my head and looked at the place where my subordinate had been, a corpse was torn apart like a scarecrow. It seemed as if only the soul had been ripped out of the body of someone who had been speaking and moving just a moment ago.

I was gripped by a fear that I was stranded on a deserted island. I was shivering and my legs were numb. Is this how I will die, shivering like this?

So, it is said that death is fair to everyone. The king, the khan, the rich, and the powerful all die. We cannot live forever with the satisfied face we have now. You go and I go.

In the face of death, Khan rolled his head.

“Please save me! I am a fake. The real one is in Gangnyeongjeon.”

The face hidden in the shadows smiles. I can feel the smile. The lie doesn’t work.

“That guy is fake too.”

“yes?”

“If we kill all the fakes, there will be real ones mixed in there too.”

Dalcheon turned Khan’s body over to check the wound. A scream of ‘Keueueueueu’ escaped.

“It seems real, but if you say it’s not, I’ll just kill them. I have to kill them all to get the real thing.”

“If it’s true?”

“I guess we can negotiate something.”

Dalcheon grabbed Khan’s face and tore it. This was to check if it was a human face mask.

“Kwaaaaak!”

But it is not like the flesh of a human being is torn off like that. Khan cried out in pain as it was torn apart. This is the first time in his life that he has experienced such pain.

“This doesn’t open… … . When you say it’s fake, I thought you were wearing a human skin again!”

“Please save me.”

Dalcheon tilted his head.

“You kill indiscriminately, and I want you to spare my life?”

“It’s all my fault because I’m immoral.”

“I know what is immoral. I know what is bad, and I know what is evil and cruel. I will fight even if I die.”

“Please save me.”

“Ahem. Since he wants to live, there must be room for negotiation.”

Dalcheon pretended to look elsewhere and tapped on a couple of acupoints on the bastard’s body. He lightly tapped his finger and passed over it, but the sharp needle pierced the major acupoints like a needle.

My whole body was twisted. The pain that I had to twist my body like I was wringing laundry to endure shook my whole body. I tried to say something, but no sound came out even when I opened my mouth. I felt the blood and the blood. I was just opening my mouth like a fish, and Dalcheon tied the guy’s back with a rope and carried him away like a load.

He left the tent and disappeared like the wind, but the soldiers guarding the front did not notice. It felt like the wind had passed, so they looked back for no reason, but they could not see anything. The soldiers looked around for no reason.

Dalcheon jumped over the palace wall and into the residential area. He ran behind Sogyeok-seo and jumped into the yard of an empty house without an owner. He threw away the precious room carelessly like a piece of luggage. The sound of the bang was like a piece of wood.

“Are you there?”

The house is empty. I asked politely several times, even though I couldn’t get an answer.

“I need to use your house for some business in the country.”

Although it is not visible, the owner speaks as if he is secretly listening.

Khan looked up, his willows trembling. It was dark, but he could see the shape of the house. It was a house with a ㄷ shape, with narrow buildings on three sides. There was a doorway at the entrance, and there was a roof above the door, and only a low wall facing south connected it to the outside.

Nohoraha Special, distorted by pain, smiled with difficulty. Although he was grimacing in pain, his actions were so ridiculous that he burst out laughing in absurdity.

“Khuhhhhhhhh.”

Dalcheon looked back and smiled. Now they knew each other were real. It was an acknowledgment with a smile. He sat Nohoraha on the floor and let out a surprised ‘Huh!’ He quickly poked at two places. An electric shock-like pain ran through his body. However, the places that had hurt no longer hurt.

“Hey, I stabbed you wrong! I almost got rid of the body. You foolish human, if you’re in pain, just say it. I was trying to keep you from speaking or moving, but what the heck? You almost died.”

Nohoraha Special Forces moved his mouth, but no sound was transmitted. He was trying to clearly convey his thoughts in his head, but nothing came out as words. Dalcheon chuckled as he watched him barely open his mouth.

“Oh, you haven’t even cleared your throat. Do you have something to say? You’re sulking like a carp. Why is your mouth sticking out? Judging from your appearance, you don’t seem to be a true blood relative of the Jin Dynasty.”

Dalcheon relieved the aching pain. He gently stroked a couple of places, and Nohoraha raised and lowered his jawbone. Dalcheon laughed again.

“Grandpa! That sounds like you’re warming up for speaking.”

“… … .”

“Now we can’t go back to the way things were, right?”

At Dalcheon’s words, Nohoraha Special Forces bowed their heads without answering.

“I told you before. Don’t touch Joseon.”

“… … .”

“Why did you become a man with his head bowed?”

“… … .”

I thought it was just a rumor. Anyone can say something like that, and such meaningless words are spreading through the world. If I had known that he had this kind of ability, I would have thought twice before invading Joseon.

The flow of the military has a certain inertia, and there are many things that cannot be changed by one person’s words or efforts. For example, morale, ultimate goals, or enemy setting are issues that cannot be changed even by a high position. No matter how well you do, no matter how appropriate your individual judgments are, when the time comes to decide victory or defeat, you wonder if all your efforts are meaningless.

Isn’t it a common characteristic of existence to live by doing what is given to me in the name of duty? We give it a grand name and beautify it, but in reality, I may be a poor being floating helplessly on top of a strong torrent of some unknown current. I just moved my four legs with all my might to stay afloat. The fact that I did something there is nothing more than a really pathetic story.

But you still have to take responsibility. If you don’t do that, you’re no longer human.

“It’s my fault.”

Dalcheon nodded.

“Ahem, you’ve improved a lot. I told you. Don’t even think about coming to Joseon.”

“I thought it was just something a little boy said.”

“Can I just ignore what a little boy says? Should I listen to what an old man says?”

“That’s not what I meant, I just thought it was a meaningless request.”

Nohoraha Special tried to bend down, but his neck, which was stiff, did not move at all. He moved because he felt he had to show some respect, but one side of his body felt like it was trapped in a hard shell. It felt like his insides were being pierced and tied with iron skewers.

“Let me go.”

“Then are you going to try anything?”

“No. How could it escape from your hands?”

Dalcheon shook his head.

“There’s no one coming or going here. It’s like that even in normal times. How long would a person be able to endure if they were to just sit there without moving? Three days? Four days? Oh! They’ll cover their mouths when they leave, so they won’t be able to ask for help. And the wounds they’ve been injured in seem to be getting worse… … Well, they’ll all die in the end. Isn’t iron poisoning something that’s scary? And everyone dies someday. Is there any reason to be afraid of dying now?”

“If you’re going to send it, send it comfortably. Send it in one stroke.”

“I wasn’t born with that kind of luck… … . Even if I live, I won’t live, so I’ll just die like that.”

At Dalcheon’s prophetic words, tears like chicken droppings fell from the eyes of the old Nohoraha special agent.

“It’s scary.”

“Yes, I think the teacher told me to study at that time. He also told me not to be distracted by distant places. It’s all the same thing.”