Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 879



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Side story 229. The Magical Scripture and the Magical Realm (4)

Watching the two people returning, Lee Cheon-sang called Seo-pil.

“Isn’t it strange?”

“It’s strange.”

Seo-pil’s eyes narrowed.

“Lord Baek Won-ju is not the type of person to show such a disheveled appearance even to a blood relative. It seems like his state of mind has changed greatly.”

“I think so too.”

“What did you talk about?”

Lee Cheon-sang briefly summarized the conversation he had with Baek So-dam.

“… … .”

Seo-pil, who was deep in thought, carefully opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty, did it really seem like Lord Baek Won-ju was trying to fight someone?”

“I don’t know if you’re going to fight or to die.”

“hmm.”

“Even if we fight, I don’t think we have a good chance of winning. At least, that’s what I think.”

Seo-pil, who was thinking again, sighed deeply.

“There is no reason to bring a wish-giving drink with you when you come to see your lord.”

“… … .”

“If Baek Won-ju is going to fight someone and the odds of winning are not high… … Today’s drinking party could be interpreted as the last time I share a drink with my lord, and also as an introduction to the next Won-ju.”

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes lit up brightly.

“I see.”

“You guessed it.”

“The owner’s reaction was unusual. He couldn’t raise his face the whole time, as if he had lost a parent or sibling.”

Seo-pil’s face stiffened.

“There are only two opponents who can make the Lord nervous to that extent and literally make him imagine his end.”

“The leader and the general.”

“Yes.”

Of course, the Teenage Demon King also has the ability to take Baek So-dam’s life.

But that was when they were forced to join by force. Currently, none of the Ten Demon Kings are trying to cause conflict with the Hwanheewonju. Since the demons they raised are now part of an organization called Jongmahoe, there was no reason for them to fight with Baek Sodam.

It was entirely a question of politics.

When the political strife reaches its climax, only then will a situation arise where force will be used.

“It’s not very likely that it’s the cult leader. In other words, if there was a problem with the cult leader, I wouldn’t have had the luxury of coming here to drink.”

“I think so too.”

“In other words, the opponent is most likely General Heo Seong-gwan. They have clashed with each other several times in the first place, and their relationship is not very good.”

“What I want to know is why the fight between two people who didn’t get along well had to escalate into a full-blown fight.”

He definitely has a different eye and brain.

Seo-pil said, greatly impressed by his lord’s quick wit.

“The fact that they are not on good terms means that it is not strange for them to fight at any time. However, considering the positions of the two people, they would not think of risking their lives to fight unless there was a clear reason.”

“I guess so.”

“It must have started with a general military operation.”

Lee Cheon-sang nodded.

There was no reason for Baek So-dam to be the first to pick a fight with the military commander, saying she was crazy. She had already fallen out of favor once because of the case of the head of the criminal law party. If she provoked the military commander here for no reason, she would be the one who would suffer.

“I’ll be honest with you. From the perspective of the military, there are many reasons to attack Lord Baek Won-ju. Of course, a thorough investigation should have been conducted first, but as the top leader of the military department where the information power of the new religion is gathered, he must have brought many weapons to pressure Lord Baek Won-ju.”

“Go on.”

“Master Baek Won-ju thinks of his lord as special. In my opinion, he seems to feel a different sense of value from his disciple, Lady Yeo So-hong.”

“… … .”

“There are many reasons for the general to give up his position and risk his life. However, there are not many reasons for Baek Won-ju to give up his position and risk his life.”

“… … .”

“One of them can be the lord. And… … .”

“… … .”

“It could be me.”

Seopil’s insight was amazing.

Lee Cheon-sang looked at him with a puzzled look.

“Even if I am like that, why the Western military?”

“The General is a cunning man. He may have many reasons to pressure Lord Baek Won-ju, but if it was simply to make him step down, he would have called a meeting of the leadership and tried to officially strip him of his position.”

Lee Cheon-sang also didn’t know anything about such internal affairs. It was the moment when Seo-pil’s knowledge and experience shone.

“The reaction of Lord Baek Won-ju and the fact that the military commanders did not officially take action must mean that he is trying to pressure Lord Baek Won-ju while at the same time gaining something.”

“Get it?”

“I’m going.”

Only then did Lee Cheon-sang understand what Seo-pil meant.

Seo-pil’s face became cautious.

“The General is a man who values ​​killing two birds with one stone. He was like that when he taught his soldiers, and his life was like that.”

“… … .”

“I will use this opportunity to pressure the thorn in my side, Lord Baek Won-ju, so that he cannot do anything foolish, and furthermore, I will ask others to handle the things I could not handle myself… … This is exactly the kind of thing that fits the nature of a general.”

“What are the possibilities?”

“It’s just a guess. To be honest, it’s possible that the opponent isn’t the Generalissimo.”

“Of course.”

“But I… … Even if he hadn’t specifically targeted me, I think Baek Won-ju’s opponent would be the general.”

General of the Military, Heo Seong-gwan.

Lee Cheon-sang closed his eyes.

– You probably already do, but you should definitely take care of Elder Baekgol even if you are busy. Even though you are an outstanding talent, you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the help of those around you. You should never forget that the person who played a decisive role among them was Elder Baekgol.

Words that ring in my ears.

Those words were advice from a senior, but at the same time, they were a concerned request directed at himself.

You will survive if you don’t let Baekgolshinma be upset. Baekgolshinma is the only one who can help you now. That was the meaning behind Baek Sodam’s words.

“Seo Gun-gi.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Can you tell me what happened to Baek Won-ju within three days?”

At this time, Seopil had no subordinates or power he could trust. Lee Cheon-sang’s words were no different from telling him to make silk clothes with his bare hands in the desert.

But Seopil smiled brightly.

“My lord, if you give me an order, I will not ask you to do anything.”

“I wonder if I can complete this task just by giving the order.”

“Give me the order anyway. I will only carry it out.”

“I see.”

“In other words, if Baek Won-ju lives, the creation of the Shinjangbu can proceed flexibly. Although there are Sowon-jus who have received her teachings, it would be difficult for them to match their master in terms of authority and experience.”

“Then I will give you an order. Find out within three days what happened to Baek Won-ju, who he is, and why he is acting so unreasonably.”

Seo-pil bowed his head.

“I follow your orders, my lord.”

“And one more thing.”

“Please speak.”

I was worried about Baek So-dam, but worrying alone wouldn’t solve the problem. Even if I went to help her, she wouldn’t accept it.

Then, until Seo-pil gets the information, Lee Cheon-sang should do what he has to do.

And it was clear what he had to do.

“Is there a place in our church where the sutras are collected?”

There was a look of doubt in Seo-pil’s eyes.

“When you say sutras, do you mean things like the Pasun Sutras?”

“Yes. It is said that a lot has changed, but since our church is fundamentally a religious organization, there must be a place where the scriptures are collected.”

“Of course. But may I ask what scriptures you are looking for? If there is anything you want, I will get it for you.”

“There is much to see. I don’t even know what scriptures there are. If I could just get in there, that would be enough.”

“hmm.”

At first glance, it might have seemed like a leisurely remark, but Seo-pil knew that his lord had his own thoughts.

“It’s close to here. I’ll show you around.”

* * *

The place Seopil guided us to was a building about five li away from Jamiru.

The building was large but old.

It seemed like it hadn’t been properly maintained. If it had been restored to its original appearance, it would have been majestic, but it had clearly seen the ravages of time and looked much more shabby than I had expected.

Lee Cheon-sang read the faint letters engraved on the signboard.

‘Magyeonggak (Magic Scripture Hall).’

Seopil said.

“In the past, this was where all the martial arts books of our school were managed together. However, the previous leader made a distinction and placed all the martial arts secrets in the secret vault.”

“I see.”

“If you do that, I’ll go back now.”

There were no people because it was dawn, but who knows. If Heo Seong-gwan was moving, he might have planted people all over the civil war.

“Can I just go in?”

“Yes. There is someone who manages the Magic Pavilion, but they don’t control entry. Anyone who is a civil war mine can enter.”

In other words, no one was interested in this place.

“See you in three days.”

“Let’s do that.”

Lee Cheon-sang, who had sent the letter like that, entered the Magyeonggak without hesitation.

Perhaps because it was early in the morning, the door to the Ma Kyung Gak was locked. Lee Cheon Sang knocked on the door without hesitation.

Silence fell.

There was no one inside the door. There was no sign of life.

Lee Cheon-sang knocked on the door again.

I knocked several times, but there was still no response or sound.

‘Because I said I could go in anytime anyway.’

hook!

Lee Cheon-sang, who had climbed over the high wall in two leaps, opened the door to the library without hesitation.

The open door of the storeroom was filled with darkness.

Lee Cheon-sang tilted his head.

‘More than I thought… … .’

There was a musty smell and dust was piled up everywhere, so I thought that just walking would make the dust fly up.

But his predictions were spectacularly wrong.

The inside of the library was well-maintained. There was little dust and no musty smell. Rather, there was a faint scent of ink, as if someone was writing there every day.

It was completely different from the exterior of the building. Lee Cheon-sang was satisfied and picked up the lantern placed on the side.

hook.

As soon as I lit the fire with the strong magic that burned like boiling water, the darkness disappeared.

‘It’s wide.’

The inside of the warehouse was much larger than I thought.

There were more than twenty bookshelves filled with sutras. Each bookshelf was taller than Yi Cheon-sang’s head, and its width from side to side was a full three jang.

It was a place where thousands of scriptures were sleeping. I knew there would be many scriptures for a religion with a history of nearly a thousand years, but there were far more and more of them than I had expected.

Without hesitation, Lee Cheon-sang took out the books from the first row of bookshelves in front of him. They were thick enough to rival the length of his fingers.

Writing down the scriptures was a difficult task, but creating a book of this thickness was no easy task.

Yi Cheon-sang’s eyes read the letters written in a single stroke on the surface of the sutra.

“The Sixth Heavenly Myths Sutra, Volume 1.”

He thought he was lucky.

In any case, for people who do not know much about religion, reading the truths and myths that represent the religion was the shortcut to becoming interested.

Lee Cheon-sang quickly turned the pages of the book.

Paralock.

The letters were neither large nor small, but they were written densely on each page.

Lee Cheon-sang looked like a noble scholar, flipping through the book with frightening concentration and mastering its contents.

How much time has passed like that?

Sarak.

The moment he was about to turn the last page, someone was caught by Lee Cheon-sang’s sense of smell.

Creak.

The door opened, and a clear voice rang out.

“Who are you?”