Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 417



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417. Crows Fly and Pears Fall (4)

In a way, it was fate that Hanbin’s steps stopped at the entrance of Hubei.

Hanbin muttered to himself without realizing it.

“You’re so lucky.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin took out the hat worn by scholars from his bosom and put it on.

Now, anyone can see that he is not a man but a scholar.

Hanbin, who had entered the Man-geum battlefield, covered his mouth and coughed softly.

“hmm.”

At that sound, the clerk came running quickly.

The clerk was wearing a neat white outfit with a white hood.

It’s hard to tell if this is a hospital or a battlefield.

There, the faint scent of tea wafts around.

It seemed to show why the Man-Geum battlefield was the best battlefield in the Central Plains.

The clerk who stopped in front of Hanbin bowed his head slightly.

“Come on in. How may I help you?”

“I came to collect the money I left on the battlefield.”

“If it’s money… … .”

The clerk looked at Hanbin, trailing off.

Judging from the clothes he wore, he seemed like a scholar, so he didn’t seem to have much money.

but…….

The clerk opened his eyes wide.

The guilt that was slowly rising from his face could not be hidden.

The clerk quickly calculated in his head.

He was a mid-level clerk at the Man-geum Battlefield here.

He had been through a lot to become a mid-level clerk.

If I just hold out for two years, I’ll become a senior clerk. After that, it’s just a matter of time before I’m promoted to branch manager.

Because of this, the clerks were very careful and cautious when dealing with customers.

The clerk looked at Hanbin again.

The dignity that emanated from his appearance told me not to treat him lightly.

The clerk continued, rubbing his hands together.

“If you came to get money, please come this way. Do you have the receipt?”

“It’s a receipt… … .”

As Hanbin trailed off, the clerk narrowed his eyes as if he was anxious.

“Have you come to the battlefield to collect money without a receipt?”

A slightly rising intonation.

Hanbin continued speaking nonchalantly.

“The money I’m looking for doesn’t require a receipt. Just take me to the person in charge here.”

“Would you like to meet our branch manager?”

The clerk looked at Hanbin with suspicion.

At that sight, Hanbin nonchalantly raised his hand and placed it on his chest.

Then he made a strange shape with his index finger, middle finger, and thumb.

The clerk’s eyes widened at the sight.

That sign was the signal given to the distinguished guests by the Man-geum Battlefield Hubei Branch.

That is also a sign of the highest honor.

The clerk’s heart suddenly pounded.

It was the first time I had seen the most distinguished guest up close.

A single word from a VIP could mean the opportunity to become a senior clerk.

The clerk quickly collected his expression and smiled awkwardly.

“Please meet your distinguished guest. Please take him this way.”

“hmm.”

As Hanbin followed him, coughing again, the clerk glanced back.

Hanbin smiled brightly at that sight and said.

“Is this your first time seeing Inpimyeongu?”

“Oh, no. Sorry.”

The clerk quickly bowed his head.

No matter how I looked at it, it was definitely a face mask.

I heard from senior staff that the most distinguished guests never show their bare faces.

A scholar who looks to be under twenty with that white skin?

Isn’t it impossible for a scholar like that to have the air of nobility typical of noblemen?

That was when.

Hanbin’s voice rang in the clerk’s ears.

“What are you doing? Please take me to the darkroom.”

“Oh, I understand, sir.”

The clerk bowed politely.

Hanbin nodded at the clerk’s change in speech.

The highest ranking guest in the Man-Geum Battlefield can either anonymously deposit money or anonymously withdraw money.

There was a reason for leaving it anonymously and searching for it.

So, there was no need to reveal the secret word of the VIP while showing one’s bare face.

* * *

The place the clerk guided me to was a room surrounded entirely by black.

There was a black table in the middle of the room, and on it were neatly arranged writing brushes and ink.

The clerk who guided us there bowed his head slightly and left the place.

As the clerk left, Hanbin crossed his arms and looked at it.

Why on earth did Hanbin come here?

Of course, it was to find money.

Hanbin lifted the brush slightly.

Hanbin concentrated and picked up the brush.

Suss-ssuk.

Hanbin’s brush moved across the paper.

[Nine.]

[One.]

[… … ]

[Four.]

Hanbin, who had written sixteen numbers, put down his brush.

Bam.

Then he took the paper and walked towards the black wall.

Hanbin checked the paper with the numbers written on it again.

Sixteen numbers made up one letter.

Big.

This was a sign that the Man-geum Battlefield had promised to its most distinguished guests.

The place where Hanbin was now was a space called a darkroom.

All anonymous transactions within the Mangeum Battlefield take place here.

Hanbin waited for a moment, holding the paper.

Suddenly, a hand appears from the black wall.

It was hard to notice because the black wall was covered with black cloth.

Most first-time visitors are surprised.

But Hanbin handed over the paper without any hesitation.

The hand holding the paper disappeared between the black cloth.

The sound of pages turning could be heard beyond the black wall.

Ssuk.

Ssuk.

The sound of turning pages stopped and an emotionless voice came from the other side of the wall.

“How much should I give you?”

“entire.”

Hanbin said briefly.

Suddenly, a cough was heard from the other side.

“hmm.”

“Is it impossible?”

“Oh, no. I’ll give it to you. The sky is high… … .”

A sudden voice came out from the other side of the wall.

But Hanbin answered without being flustered.

“The sword will follow there.”

As Hanbin finished speaking, a hand suddenly popped out from the black wall again.

Instead of the paper that Hanbin had handed over, a bundle of vouchers with the seal of the Man Geum Battlefield came out.

Hanbin came out of the dark room holding the slip without any problem.

As Hanbin left the dark room, a sigh escaped from behind the black wall.

“phew.”

He was Park Jeong-han, the head of the Man-geum Battlefield Hubei Branch.

He let out a long sigh, looked into the empty dark room, and swallowed dryly.

After a while, he quickly wrote a letter.

The letter was a report that had to be submitted to the headquarters when a certain amount of money was lost in the battlefield.

The person in charge, Park Jeong-han, wrote down the amount there last.

Three thousand nyang of gold.

In fact, it was an absurd amount.

No one has entrusted this to him all at once, but no one has sought it out all at once like this.

If you are looking for this amount of money, there is one reason.

It means the war between the martial artists.

This wasn’t a guess.

It was a conviction that came from Park Jeong-han’s long experience in the battlefield industry.

Whenever this amount of money was lost, it always caused a stir in the martial arts world.

* * *

Hanbin followed the clerk’s instructions and left the Man-geum Battlefield Hubei branch without any problems.

Hanbin smacked his lips when he saw the thick bill.

“Ugh.”

This was an amount that even Hanbin could not have expected.

The place where Hanbin entrusted the legacy of the dark forces was the Seoan branch, the headquarters of the Man Geum battlefield.

It was impossible to retrieve the property left at the Xi’an branch here.

Because most of the Amje’s legacy was treasures, not money.

In order to calculate the value of a treasure and convert it into money, it had to be in real form.

But the treasure that Hanbin had left behind was not there.

So where did the money Hanbin was holding come from?

The money Hanbin was holding was the secret funds of the Wi family.

The voucher for the Man-geum battlefield that I received in the cave before returning was the symbol that allowed me to find the money.

Well, even if it weren’t for the sign given back then, I should be able to get rid of some of it since I frequented this place a lot in my past life.

“Three thousand nyang of gold… … .”

For three thousand nyang of gold, one could forgive a penny of the sin that had struck one in the back of the head in a previous life.

However, it was not much different in that the sin of saving up a few pennies remained.

Actually, money wasn’t the issue.

This was a move that could cut off the enemy’s supply line.

Hanbin was certain that the head of the Wei clan was behind this plot.

Hanbin quickly disappeared with the receipt in his bosom.

Now that I had the money, it was time to find the supplies I needed.

Hanbin looked at the Yongrin Sword Technique floating in the air.

As time passed, the attributes of the skill side began to recover little by little.

Now that I had gathered the necessary air power, I could use the Knight Revival.

After writing the article on revival, I had to head to Fenglin County, which borders Hubei and Hanam, to get the items I needed.

At that time, it happened to be where the Wi family was located.

Hanbin quickly spread out his begging skills.

A cool breeze blew past where Hanbin was.

There were only fallen leaves rolling around in that place.

Hanbin took the necessary supplies and headed to Haomen in the Hubei branch.

The location of the Haomen of the Hubei branch was about fifty li away from Zhumen County, where the Wanjin battlefield of the Hubei branch was located.

Hanbin entered the village without anyone knowing and disappeared without a sound, but the impact he left behind was greater than expected.

* * *

That evening.

The entrance to Jumunhyeon was controlled by soldiers coming out of the coffin.

The merchants stopped at the entrance to the village and looked at each other.

Among them, the most embarrassed was Yeong-ho, Wi Sang-ho’s right-hand man.

At the center of the order to kill given by Wi Sang-ho was Ha-buk-pang-ga.

But if I had only planned to kill Habukpangga and end it, I wouldn’t have even started this.

That was the idea of ​​the head of the household, Wi Sang-ho, and his right-hand man, Yeong-ho, was faithfully carrying out that order.

What Gaju wants is chaos in Habuk.

The resulting food shortage.

Everything was as Gaju Phase Ho had expected.

Now it was time to strangle the last one.

To strangle that neck, funds entrusted to the Man-geum Battlefield Hubei Branch were needed.

But now, the passage leading to the Man-Geum battlefield was closed.

The soldiers blockaded the village without even asking why.

Youngho roughly assessed the situation.

In this case, the traitor may have hidden in the village.

It only happened when a major accident occurred within the village.

Youngho chewed his lips.

They say the next day is a market day, so all you have to do is go into the Mangum battlefield and get your money back, but that simple task was blocked from the start.

Youngho, who was looking around, approached the soldier guarding the entrance.

Then he secretly inserted a pouch into his waistband.

The soldier who received the sling wiggled his eyebrows and gestured.

At that gesture, Youngho leaned his upper body forward with hope.

“Can you let me in, sir?”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t work.”

The soldier waved his hand.

Youngho narrowed his eyes at the sight.

I found it annoying that he took the money and then pretended not to care.

If he hadn’t been wearing a face mask, his expression would have been revealed.

Youngho quickly pulled himself together and asked again.

“If you’re not going to let me in, why are you giving me money… … .”

“Shh. When did I get the money? Instead, I’ll tell you something.”

“If it’s information… … .”

“Shh, lower your voice. Do you know why you’re controlling this place right now?”

“… … .”

“There is an epidemic going on in Jumunhyeon right now.”

“A plague, that’s… … .”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but it seems like someone is trying to spread a plague artificially in the village. I’ll take this as payment for the information.”

After speaking, the soldier put the pouch into his bosom.

That was when.

Someone shouted sadly behind Youngho.

“Haha. How do I do this!”

At that voice, Youngho quickly turned his head.

There stood a man dressed as a scholar.