Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 162



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Episode 162. Habukjeil (5)

Seol Mu-ik sighed and joined their conversation.

“Phew… … I can’t believe I’m working with guys like you! It’s really frustrating. You guys, if you’re open-minded, shouldn’t you have at least one knot tied around your waist? Does that guy have a knot?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t talk nonsense without even checking that. There was nothing knot-like anywhere on my waist.”

“ah.”

“He’s just a beggar. He’s a beggar among beggars. No, judging by his behavior, he’s clearly a beggar.”

“Have you checked the knot in the meantime, Your Highness?”

“I guess you guys need to get some education again. These guys are the ones who mistake beggars for the old school’s warriors.”

Seol Mu-ik, who had been admonishing his subordinates, shook his head.

Cheol-no, who was walking ahead and listening to the conversation between Seol Mu-ik and his group, tilted his head and muttered to himself.

“If it’s a volcanic eruption, it’s the Old Gate Sect… … .”

“Why the Gudaemun faction?”

When Jang Su-jeong tilted her head and asked, Cheol-no waved his hand.

“It’s nothing, little brother.”

“Yes, it’s fortunate that Brother Cheolno isn’t a martial artist.”

“You’re saying I’m not a martial artist? You saw me reveal to them that I am.”

“That was to save me. Honestly, I really hate people in the martial arts world. Iron Man Brother.”

“But why a martial artist?”

“My maternal grandfather was a martial artist. Well, I never saw him.”

“… … .”

“My mother ran away from her maternal home because her maternal grandfather opposed her marriage to my father, who was her uncle.”

“Oh, I see.”

Cheolno nodded reflexively.

Who in the world of martial arts doesn’t have a story?

To Cheol-no, Jang Su-jeong’s story was just another common one.

It was just as Cheolno was coming out of his thoughts.

Seol Mu-ik’s voice was heard from behind.

“How long do we have to walk? Don’t bother me and lead me quickly.”

“Yes, we’re almost there.”

After finishing speaking, Cheolno quickened his pace.

The place that Cheolno guided us to was as clean as if it had been newly built. It was also a fairly large building.

Cheolno, standing in front of the pavilion, said.

“Please rest here. I will let you know when your Majesty arrives.”

“You’re not running away, are you?”

“Where is the stupid person who runs away leaving his own home?”

“Well… … . But is this really your Confucius’ house?”

“You saw the villagers asking me about Confucius’s well-being when you came here earlier.”

“Oh, come to think of it… … .”

Seol Mu-ik looked back at the path he had taken, his voice trailing off.

At that sight, Cheolno spoke with a serious expression.

“So don’t worry. When our Confucius comes, he will solve everything.”

“If you break your promise, you and your Confucius will both die.”

“Yes, I understand.”

When Cheolno nodded, Seol Mu-ik said as if he remembered something.

“Oh, I’m bored. Bring me something to eat.”

“I’ll bring you some dumplings first.”

After finishing speaking, Cheol-no disappeared with Jang Su-jeong.

That night.

Seol Mu-ik and his men opened their eyes to a strange sound.

Huh. Huh. Hmph.

A sound like the crying of a ghost tickled their ears.

Seol Mu-ik and his party suddenly got up from their seats and looked at each other.

One of the men opened his eyes wide as if he remembered something and said.

“Maybe here, Prince Seol.”

“What is this? Tell me quickly.”

“Isn’t this place called Guigokjang before? It seems like the road was similar to the one I took when I came here earlier… … .”

“Just shut up and go to sleep. If this were a ghost town, would the villagers be lined up like that?”

“I suppose that’s true, Your Majesty.”

“Stop talking nonsense, I’m getting ready to uproot this place.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

* * *

A week later.

Seol Mu-ik and his party were truly going crazy.

Cheolno was waiting for the owner of Cheonsujang while eating the food he received, but after a week without any news, he was considering whether he should just leave.

However, Seol Mu-ik was someone who never missed a goal once he set his sights on it.

Is this the first or second time you’ve stolen other people’s property in this way?

To simply back down from here would be to leave a stain.

Then one of the subordinates spoke quietly.

“Confucius, may I leave the matter that came down from Baeksamun and stay here?”

“There are enough people around Habukpangga to keep watch.”

“That is true, Your Majesty.”

The subordinate nodded.

Seol Mu-ik, who had been tapping his temples and rolling his head for a moment, got up with his eyes shining.

“I guess it won’t work.”

“Why are you like that, Your Highness?”

“If you insist on not having money, shouldn’t you have decided in advance what you will take?”

“ah.”

“First, I need to make a list of my assets.”

“As expected, you are Confucius.”

They all got up and started looking for something worth of money in the cemetery.

But the more they looked around Cheonsujang, the more questions they had.

The subordinate who was following behind Seol Mu-ik asked cautiously.

“Confucius, is the owner of this place really rich?”

“Didn’t you see the villagers on your way here? They’re all holding out their hands.”

“No matter how rich you are, isn’t it obvious that you have a good life? No matter how you look at it, there is nothing of value in it, Confucius.”

“Please use your head, you idiot.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Think about it. Would a kind-hearted person who gives everything to the townspeople ever indulge in extravagance?”

“… … .”

“I didn’t take any of my own because I was busy giving it away. I was just saying that we should take some of the money since it’s going to be spent anyway.”

“Still, it’s a bit strange.”

“He really is a fool. Judging from the way he distributes it to the townspeople, he must have somewhere to make money.”

“But it still seems like a waste of effort. It would be better to just make the correction spots ours… … .”

“Have I ever taken a picture and failed?”

“Of course not, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, there isn’t. I need to at least get a written agreement.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to take something rather than documents?”

“Is there anything to salvage here? It seems that the owner of this place has left all his money on the battlefield. I should at least get a promise and slowly eat it up.”

“Excellent, Confucius.”

Suha raised his thumb.

* * *

After a while.

Seol Mu-ik sat down across from Cheol-no.

Seol Mu-ik had already conveyed his request to Cheol-no.

Cheolno scratched the back of his head and spoke with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry, but could you please wait until your Majesty arrives?”

“Do I look like an idle person to you? Hurry up and bring me the document for the contract.”

“This is something our Confucius was good at.”

“Are you talking about Confucius again?”

“I’m weak when it comes to documents.”

“Oh, you see me as water.”

After finishing speaking, Seol Mu-ik smiled bitterly and tapped the scabbard on his waist with his left hand.

An obvious threat to anyone who sees it.

Cheolno said, waving his hand.

“No, that’s not it. Then I’ll give you what Confucius wrote in advance.”

Seol Mu-ik revealed a look of greed in his eyes at Cheol-no’s words.

In Seol Mu-ik’s opinion, the Confucius that Cheol-no speaks of is someone who endlessly gives to others.

The document must have been written like a household register as well.

Seol Mu-ik barely managed to hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

“Okay, come and see.”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

After finishing speaking, Cheol-no quickly ran to where Han-bin had gathered the documents.

Cheolno stopped in one place as he looked at the bookshelf containing the scrolls.

There was a neat handwriting there.

-Basic contract.

Cheolno took out one of the scrolls without hesitation.

There was a reason for Cheolno’s actions.

This was because Hanbin had asked that the basic contract in this study be written in case he was absent.

In fact, Cheolno doesn’t know the contents of this contract well.

Although I am not blind, looking at this contract made my eyes feel dizzy as if I were in a labyrinth.

It was a contract that was confusing as to who benefited and who suffered.

But this is the basic contract!

Cheol-no didn’t understand, but he was convinced that he had to follow Han-bin’s words in order to clean up what he had done.

It was when Cheolno was looking at the contract.

A shadow appeared silently from behind.

As time passed to have a cup of tea, Seol Mu-ik narrowed his eyes.

He was suspicious that the iron horse had run away.

At that time, Cheol-no appeared with Jang Su-jeong holding the contract.

Cheolno spread out the contract in front of Seol Muik.

Chorus.

Cheolno gestured to Jang Su-jeong next to him.

Jang Su-jeong, who received the signal, opened the bundle she was carrying.

A brush, ink, and an inkstone were found there.

As Jang Su-jeong began to grind ink on the inkstone, Seol Mu-ik nodded his head with satisfaction.

Of course, Cheolno also laughed happily.

I felt good for some reason when I imitated Hanbin.

Seol Mu-ik glanced at the document while they were laughing together.

Then he turned his head completely and put his face close to the document.

It was writing, but strangely, I couldn’t understand the context.

“what?”

Seol Mu-ik muttered to himself without realizing it.

No matter how much I read it, I couldn’t get a feel for what it was saying.

Then Cheolno said.

“Just write the amount you want to receive here and sign.”

Cheolno handed a thin brush to Seol Muik.

Seol Mu-ik, who received the brush, tilted his head.

“Why are sentences so complicated?”

“I don’t know either. Just sign it.”

Cheolno pushed the inkstone with the rattling inkstone towards Seolmuik.

Sigh.

Seol Mu-ik reflexively dipped his brush into the inkstone and then took it out.

Seol Mu-ik’s hand shakes slightly.

He shook his head slightly.

For some reason, I felt uneasy about signing a document I didn’t know about.

As I was shaking my head like that, a man in red uniform caught my eye next to me.

Seol Mu-ik narrowed his eyes at the man who had been there for some time.

He was a tall, thin man with a white face, and he looked quite handsome.

An appearance similar to that of a rich young master.

The only thing that was a bit jarring was the red uniform.

Seol Mu-ik asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Who are you?”

“Hello, I am the owner of Cheonsujang.”

“Oh, you finally showed up.”

Seol Mu-ik raised the corners of his mouth.

In fact, it was normal for Seol Mu-ik to be surprised when Han-bin appeared next to him without any warning.

However, Hanbin’s appearance was simply welcome to him, who was wondering how to uproot the pillars of Cheonsujang.

Cheol-no’s eyes welled up with tears when he saw Han-bin.

“Oh, Your Majesty. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. From what I’ve heard from outside, it seems like all I have to do is compensate you. Right?”

“That’s why… … .”

Cheolno once again told the story that had happened so far.

After hearing everything, Hanbin turned his head to Seol Mu-ik without showing any sign of surprise.

“My subordinate’s mistake is my mistake. Why would I need a document like this? I will compensate for everything.”

“As I heard, the distribution is large. But this document seems a bit complicated. Could you please write it briefly?”

“Yes, I will do as you say.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin took out two notes from his bosom and placed them on the table.

widely!

Seol Mu-ik looked at the whale after reading the note.

“What is this?”

“Write down the amount you want there. Then sign it. Of course, my signature must be included.”

“hmm.”

Seol Mu-ik coughed in vain and placed the brush on the note.

Unlike the previous document, it was a blank sheet of paper with nothing on it.

This was like a so-called blank promissory note.

The number written here was the amount of debt that could be exercised against the other party.

When he was handed a blank sheet of paper, Seol Mu-ik’s mind was at a loss as to how much to write.

Hesitation is fleeting, greed is endless.

Seol Mu-ik filled the note with numbers.

Except for the space for Hanbin and Seol Muik to sign.

The amount of money he had was uncountable. It would be a situation where any family would be uprooted.

Cheolno screamed at the sight.

“Well, Confucius, the amount the author wrote is… …!”

“It’s okay, Cheolno.”

“Because of me, Confucius suffered such a huge loss… … .”

“It’s okay. Your safety is more important to me.”

When Hanbin spoke with a kind face, Cheolno burst into tears.

“As expected, Confucius’s heart is the best in Hebei.”

“No. The safety of my men comes first.”

Seol Mu-ik, who was looking at them, felt inwardly delighted as he signed the remaining space.

‘I thought it was the best in Habuk? It was the best in Habuk, a fool!’