Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 111



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Episode 111: A Minor Misunderstanding (5)

Sim Mi-ho raised the corners of her mouth as she looked at the spot where Jeong Hwi-ji had disappeared.

The mission that Jeong Hui-ji was given was simple.

The order was that no one was allowed into the residence of the head of the household except those who had been given permission by Jeong Hwi-ji.

He gave instructions that anyone other than those designated by Jeong Hui-ji, whether a member of the House of Representatives or a servant, should attempt to enter the residence of the household head and be immediately executed.

Sim Mi-ho was amazed that Han-bin had anticipated this whole situation.

‘Is the lord possessed?’

Sim Mi-ho, who was imagining something absurd, touched the sac in her arms.

Sim Mi-ho felt like she was going to fly today, having faithfully carried out her mission and even received gold from Jeong Hwi-ji.

So Dae-seop, who was standing next to him, also nodded.

Sim Mi-ho nodded as their eyes met.

It was a signal to stop teasing.

However, Joho and Jang Sam, who were standing next to them, could not hide their expressions.

The most memorable of these was the long robe.

This didn’t make sense.

Infiltrating Hanam Jeongga in this way?

This wasn’t infiltration, it was more like Hanam Jeongga had him taken away.

Jang Sam felt his heart beating.

Thud. Thud.

The moment I thought my life as a warrior was over, life began again.

Jang Sam raised his head and looked north.

That was the direction Hanbin was expected to come from.

“My lord!”

Jangsam shouted softly.

I never thought that at this age, I would find a master I could truly serve.

Jang Sam glanced around.

Not only himself, but everyone else was looking north.

Jang Sam-do turned his gaze north again.

* * *

At the same time, Gwanggae, who was tracking Hanbin’s traces, had to open his eyes wide.

This was because the Sapa warriors were lying injured on the slopes of Yeongdansan Mountain.

Fortunately, everyone survived, avoiding fatal injuries.

Gwanggae asked the fallen Sapa warrior.

“What on earth is going on?”

“Oh, it seems the Demonic Cult has reappeared.”

“Are you a demonic cult?”

“We are a search party looking for the Red Dragon.”

“If it’s the Red Dragon… … .”

“He is the hero of Sapa who saved us.”

“ah.”

“The only ones who could do this to us are the Demonic Cult.”

“The devil’s cult… … . Hmm.”

Gwanggae swallowed his sigh.

The word ‘demon cult’ kept coming up and it grated on my ears.

At that moment, a question arose in Gwanggae’s mind.

If it were a demonic cult, would these Sapa unmanned people have been able to breathe?

If you ask this question to the people of Gangho, a hundred out of a hundred would answer no.

The devil’s cult was very precise in forming and breaking ties.

So who attacked them?

Gwanggae, who had been chasing the traces, had to open his eyes wide after a while.

In the last trace, we found traces of the Eighteen Steps of Begging.

Then what about openness?

What on earth is going on?

“What the hell!”

The madman who let out a scream quickly spread out his eighteen begging steps.

Sasa Sak.

As the new form of Gwanggae disappeared from the spot, the fallen Sapa warriors let out soft screams.

“Hey, hey. Save us… … .”

But he couldn’t finish his speech.

The figure of Gwanggae had already disappeared from the warrior’s sight.

The place where Gwanggae had been was empty, as if the person had never existed before.

The fallen warrior spoke.

“Hey, you fucking beggar!”

Then the old warrior next to him shouted softly.

“What’s the use of calling a beggar a beggar?”

“What, a beggar?”

“What he has just shown is the begging of openness. So he is a beggar. He is definitely an open person.”

“Heh heh.”

The warriors laughed in vain, holding their wounds.

* * *

The next evening.

Seonhwa Guesthouse in Jeongbaek-hyeon, located about twenty li from Yeongdansan Mountain.

Jeongbaekhyeon was a village bustling with merchants, serving as a transportation hub connecting the ferry crossings of Hanam and Jangha.

Seonhwa Guesthouse was a guesthouse located in the center of Jeongbaek-hyeon, boasting over seventy guest rooms in a three-story building.

On the third floor, the top floor of the Seohwa Inn, the guest room at the very edge had its windows wide open despite the chilly weather.

The people in the room are blowing on their hands and looking at each other.

“Whew, it’s really cold outside. But do I have to leave the door open when I sleep?”

The man looked at the warrior standing by the window and asked.

Musa turned his head and answered.

“Rep. Jang, please bear with me for a moment. Didn’t the Lord tell you to mark it like this?”

“Oh, I understand. This escort.”

The two people who were talking were Imoo-myeong and Jang Ja-myeong.

Seol-hwa, who was standing next to them, looked at their conversation as if it was interesting and then took a bite of the candy.

Sulwha said this transport mission was quite fun.

As I changed from having to kill my opponents to having to survive, I felt like I understood my target’s psychological state well.

In some ways, it was an opportunity for me to grow to the next level as a salesperson.

But there was something she was more interested in than this.

It was Hanbin, the temporary owner.

She was amazed at how far Hanbin could see into the future.

Is this the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang?

Are you a great conman?

Seolhwa took another bite of the candy, anticipating what would happen next, but let out a sigh of regret.

“oh.”

However, the skewer that the candy was on was empty.

I’ve already eaten it all.

“Ugh, everything fell off. What should I do… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong said after seeing Seol-ho looking pitiful.

“Seolhwa, should I buy you another one?”

“It’s okay, sir.”

“Oh my, this kid has had a hard time. If you think about it, Sa Gongja is truly a heartless person. What on earth would he do if he brought a young child on such a dangerous mission… …”

“No, sir. I’m fine. It would be more dangerous to stay in the cemetery.”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you almost die on Yeongdansan Mountain a while ago?”

“Hey, even if you say it’s okay.”

“Yes, Seolhwa is brave. But, you’re good at climbing mountains. Are you from a slash-and-burn family?”

“Well, it’s similar, sir.”

Seolhwa nodded.

Imoo-myeong shook his head at that sight.

Who guided Imoo-myeong and himself down?

It was a fairy tale.

Seolhwa was able to come down the mountain comfortably because she had sensed the fighting in advance and avoided it.

Although Hanbin had caused confusion to the Sapa warriors, he thought that with his senses, he would not have been able to come down the mountain without clashing.

However, Jang Ja-myeong misunderstood that Seol-hwa was from a slash-and-burn family.

In addition, since it was a story about a three-year contract as a maid, it seemed like he was trying to empathize with her and take care of her.

I understand it to some extent, but I felt sorry for Jang Ja-myeong, who was taking care of Seol-hwa, who may be a better expert than him.

It was when Jang Ja-myeong continued to listen to Sul-hwa without paying attention to Imoo-myeong’s gaze.

Rattling.

The door to the guest room opened and someone poked his head out.

Swish.

A pair of eyes scanned the room.

Imoo-myeong, whose eyes met his, quickly grabbed the ticket and threw it away.

“My lord!”

Seolhwa arose as the owner of the eyes smiled and entered the room.

“Your Majesty, you are late.”

“I was late because I had something to do. Is everyone okay?”

Hanbin looked around at everyone with a bright smile.

“Yes, we are fine. We were just a little bored.”

When Seolhwa nodded, Hanbin turned his gaze and looked at Jang Ja-myeong.

“I guess Congressman Jang is unhappy with my coming?”

“… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong couldn’t say anything and just opened his mouth.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.

To be honest, I never thought I would come back alive.

The pressure I felt as I came down with Seolhwa was enormous.

It felt like the blades were coming out of a dense organ.

Will Hanbin be able to escape Yeongdansan safely?

I could bet my wrists that Jang Ja-myeong was absolutely not the answer to that question.

But I was speechless when he came out of it so safely.

Jang Ja-myeong was predicting that Han-bin might not return.

then?

He was to become a free man.

Jang Ja-myeong, who had been watching Han Bin for a while, realized his mistake and quickly got up from his seat.

“Ah, Lord Sa. I am surprised, I am surprised. But is Lord Sa also from a slash-and-burn family?”

“Slash-and-burn farmers? What do you mean? Slash-and-burn farmers… … .”

As Hanbin tilted his head and looked at the rest of the people, Seolhwa and Imoo-myeong covered their mouths at the same time.

“Keu-keu!”

“Phew.”

Jang Ja-myeong tilted his head at the sight of a smiling face that anyone could see.

For a moment, Jang Ja-myeong wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pointed to the window.

“Can we close it now, sir?”

“I think we’ll have one more guest. If it’s cold, Assemblyman Jang can bring a blanket… … .”

Hanbin trailed off.

Because Jang Ja-myeong had already covered himself with the blanket.

Hanbin, who had been looking at Jang Ja-myeong for a while, spoke as if he had made up his mind about something.

“As soon as we arrive at Cheonsujang, I think it would be good for Assemblyman Jang to join the training of the Tiger Corps. I think I should build up my physical strength first. Do you think it’s okay for me to be so tiring when I’m the representative assemblyman of Cheonsujang?”

Jang Ja-myeong quickly shook his head at Han Bin’s words.

He looks like a three-year-old child.

“Oh, no, sir. I am confident in my physical strength.”

Jang Ja-myeong quickly threw the quilt on the bed.

Then I turned my head and looked at the sun setting in the west.

Oddly enough, he felt like crying today.

It was Sa Gongja who tormented him for a week before departure, depriving him of sleep and forcing him to make fake Cheongmyeonghwan.

Besides, when the Four Princes came in a carriage, didn’t Imoo-myeong and himself ride on a rough mountain road?

He didn’t say anything, but the soles of his feet were covered in blisters.

Jang Ja-myeong recently realized that three years is such a long period of time.

That was when.

A black shadow appeared from behind.

Jang Ja-myeong’s eyes widened to their limit at the sight of a figure who had entered the room without him knowing when he had appeared.

But he had to tilt his head when he saw his opponent’s appearance.

At first glance, he was a beggar.

What should I say?

He could be said to be a beggar even among beggars.

Of course he was a beggar.

He who is staring intently at Jang Ja-myeong is the very person who is the light of openness.

While Jang Ja-myeong’s eyes were wide open with curiosity, Han-bin said nonchalantly.

“You’re late.”

“You knew I’d come…?”

“What, it’s rice cake.”

Hanbin smiled brightly.

The first place Hanbin told Gwanggae to come was Hanamjeongga.

But how did Hanbin know that he would follow?

That is because of the nature of Gwanggae that he had known since his previous life.

Gwanggae misses people, but not money.

Would the suspicious Gwanggae really go to Hanamjeongga and wait? There was a high probability that he would chase after Gu Hal.

Besides, didn’t he leave behind traces of the eighteen steps of begging in the middle?

This was also a trace left behind because he remembered what he wanted to do to Gwanggae.

Hanbin, who saw the surprised expression on Gwanggae’s face, said with a kind face.

“Are you hungry? Want something to eat?”

“Ji, is that the problem now? What on earth are you? Did you leave behind the Gukguksippalbodo?”

“Correct. But ask them one by one.”

“What the hell is going on? You monster!”

Gwanggae asked questions, spitting out spit.

At that sight, Hanbin quickly moved to the side.

“Speak calmly, because you’ll be spitting.”

“No, you punk. Are you really the Confucius of Habukpengga?”

Imoo-myeong, who was at the window, quickly chimed in on Gwanggae’s excited words.

“That’s right. He is the Fourth Prince of the Habuk Peng family. And he is also my temporary lord.”

“Who are you… … .”

The madman was left speechless.

Then he kept looking up and down at Imoo-myeong.

After observing for a while, Gwanggae turned his head and looked at Hanbin.

At that time, Imoo-myeong asked.

“Who the hell are you?”

Hanbin interjected into Imoo-myeong’s question.

“This guy is called the madman of openness!”

“What if it’s a mad dog?”

Imoo-myeong’s eyes trembled slightly.

Until recently, he was Lee Mu-myeong, who had been in Hanam Jeongga. It was natural for him to know the name of Gwanggae, the leader of the open Hanam Buntaju.

Imoo-myeong asked.

“Are you really the Gwanggae Buntaju? What is your relationship with your lord…?”

Imoo-myeong stopped asking questions.

This was because Gwanggae was silently moving his lips as if he had lost his mind.