Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 80

80 – The sum of the heads and tails of the dice is seven (3)

Jumper~ rattle~ rattle-!

The well-appointed and spacious interior of the wagon seems to have been separated from a luxurious room. Samabu slowly blinked and woke up.

‘… Even if he does, he dreams like that.’

It is a memory that should never be forgotten, but it is still a disgraceful past.

It is a secret, especially to the family. I’m embarrassed.

You can imagine Cheon-i sneaking back and forth with a depressed face and using his unique strange way of speaking.

“Crossing the Jungwon to the West Station? And you even confessed to some men?”

“Teeeng… Lehu hates Papa like this… De Su-ung, who changes the meditation of the gods of heaven and earth….”

A sweet and kind child who resembles his mother. I won’t, but I still hate it.

There was a reason, but he can never reveal that he went around dressed as a girl in his early teens.

Of course, the existence of Samahwa, the disguised identity used at that time, should not be revealed.

It is a secret that will be taken to the grave.

Anyway, while sorting out the paperwork, I must have fallen asleep because I was tired.

Samabu looked for a bundle of papers to finish what he was doing, but it was already after everything had been cleaned up.

Hwa-hwa’s beautiful red eyes twinkle as he gently puts the last document on the table.

“If you are tired, why don’t you sleep more?”

She can’t even take care of her health properly, so she sneers at the family head who fell asleep while working.

A sarcasm towards an opponent who accidentally showed an opening.

If it were the usual samabu, I would have responded or responded to this challenge without passing it.

Lightly~ Lightly~

The current Samabu was not in the mood for that. Silently, he glances over the organized paperwork.

There was nothing lacking. Ironically, learning martial arts from Samabu and spending more time together. She also learned how to do things.

“… Good job. Thanks.”

She spits out her thoughts and turns her head to look out the window.

“… Yes?”

Hwa-hwa, who was preparing for a verbal fight, expecting up to dozens of variables in response to that plain reaction, momentarily put on a blank expression.

“Uncharacteristically, he showed a gap in front of me. Thank you this time?”

Her eyes are slightly frowned and wary.

“You… What a plan… ?”

“I said I did well because I did well. It has no other meaning.”

I have nothing to say when I say that. A strange silence pervades the carriage.

And in this unexpected and awkward atmosphere, Hwa-hwa turned her head and looked out the window, tapping the cushion filled with soft cotton for no reason.

“In the first place, what are these needlessly large wagons, escorts, cooks, councilors, and servants? Are you moving? Is it a big move?”

“You are the symbol of the alliance between Samasegawa and the Overseas Chinese. If I get hurt or get kidnapped while wandering around, I’m the one who’s in trouble.”

Samabu’s gaze gently glares at the window and turns to Hwa-hwa.

If you look closely, you can see a girl who looks like a little bit of herself as a child in Samabu’s tawny eyes that look like sparks are shimmering.

“… And no matter what, you are nominally my adopted daughter.”

She spits out more tattered promises from her childhood that she couldn’t keep than she kept.

“As long as I have Samase as the head of the household, Mr. Sima should eat the best, wear the best, and be treated well. There are no exceptions.”

Did you say it yourself and laughed? A self-deprecating smile forms on the lips of the samabu.

“What… Now, let’s say you’re a proper Mr. Sama. With me, you, and Chen Yi, there are only three left.”

Is it because of the different atmosphere? Or is it because she accepted the request to go to the Moorim Meng to meet her older brother?

Hwahwa stopped sharpening her blade and quietly offered words of consolation as a saint of Baehwagyo.

“That… If my older brother and I work hard, it will be resolved naturally.”

“…… ?”

Even though she’s not like her father.

She took care of her nominally as an adopted daughter. She had the idea of filial piety by creating a big family for her brother and her beloved brother.

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However, in order to create her child, she needed to do that ‘deed’.

Hwa-hwa, who imagined the shape of her brother’s object heard from her maids, immediately turned the topic to her shame.

“Anyway! Do not worry! Than that-“

A face like a fine porcelain doll carries seriousness.

“Is your older brother okay now?”

“Since she arrived at the Murimmaeng once. She will be fine But she was somehow involved with Namgung Sega.”

“… Are you such a dangerous family?”

She did research beforehand, but she knows nothing about Namgung Sega.

After the ruthless murder of the former householder couple, Namgoong Rin, the younger sister of Namgoong Seon, ascended to the household, but she was divided internally due to suspicions that she had assassinated her real brother in order to become the householder.

And it was an incident that could not be understood from the point of view of Hwahwa, a faithful Zoroastrian believer.

She has a younger sister in her family, and even Namgung-seon, who married her outsider, couldn’t understand it, but she’s a younger sister who murders her older brother just because of her power.

‘… Midfielders are savage.’

Let’s think about this. Samabu frowned and told me what she knew.

“To be precise, the head of the Jeonjeondae, Namgungcheon. That guy is dangerous.”

The reason why the Murim people started putting a king or emperor in a separate house was the bloody struggle between the eight sama clans.

After the Rebellion of the Eight Kings.

It is from the time of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Ohho, when the five barbarians (Hsiongno, Seonbi, Gal, Jeo, and Qiang) invaded the Central Plain and began to establish a nation.

At that time, the name of the king was very light because it was a time when people were called kings when eating a region.

The Moorim people who watched it….

“Wow~ You really are a king. I want to be king Starting today, I am the Sword King!!”

“Then I use my fists well, Fist!”

… In this way, they began to put the king in the byeolho.

Still, when the chaotic period is over and a unified dynasty is established, the king is removed from the star house without notice, but the current Teng Dynasty government clearly opens its eyes.

There was a person who used the title of emperor with determination.

That is one of the ten greatest masters in the world, the Emperor of Thunder, Namgungcheon.

“A caesarean who passes the position of head of household to his children and plays the King of Kings behind the scenes.”

“… And he is a madman who commissioned the murder of his own son, Namgoongseon.”

As he sighed and looked at Samabu, who quietly chanted, he realized.

Why did he hate the relationship between Namgung family and Manchun?

There were times when Namgungcheon was a dangerous person….

This is because Samabu was involved in the murder of Namgungseon, the father of Namgungsoso, who was the former head of the family and who is currently accompanied by his older brother.

“Don’t get me wrong. Because i didn’t kill him I just introduced you to one person through a transaction.”

“I can buy… ?”

“… There is. If you had continued to work under me, you would have been able to eat well and live in peace.”

After being told that he would die, he calmly replied that he was going to die.

‘I’m sorry, death penalty. I promised to kill anyone.’

Does it make you angry just thinking about the face of the unknown who went to kill the crown prince after cutting off the priestly branch? The samabu’s eyes are furrowed.

“The guy who went crazy over chicken porridge and became a hero of Murim.”

‘Chicken porridge? Moorim feat?’

At the unintelligible words, Hwa-hwa didn’t mean it, but he just tilted his head cutely.

***

Hefei, Anhui Province, where the Nangung Family is located.

A cold-looking beauty with ultramarine blue hair mixed with brain energy.

Namgung Rin, the puppet head of the Namgung family, is the father of the family after a long absence and the true owner of the family.

According to Namgungcheon’s order, the traitors who colluded with the Ilwolsingyo were arrested and brought together.

“What are you doing-! b*tch! There is nothing to be seen that you are favored by your father!!”

Namgungcheon had several children.

“If my father knew, he wouldn’t stand still! Come on, release it!”

Chaek Namgung, who couldn’t grasp the current situation he was in and screamed uglyly, was one of them.

Namgoong Lin did not respond to her relatives’ pleas.

The reason is simple. Because she didn’t have the right to do that. So she just keeps her silence and waits.

… And now the time has come. The air in the room suddenly changes. The flesh-piercing brain pierces.

“Uh huh~ Book, don’t be so upset.”

Eyes full of self-confidence, black hair mixed with pure white white hair, well-groomed beard and hair, benevolent yet solemn face.

“I just have a question for this father. She made her place like this.”

A tall old man with a sense of dignity.

“Why did you collude with the Ilwol Gods?”

One of the 10 greatest masters in the world, the Emperor of Thunder, Namgungcheon, enters the room.

“Come on, tell me….”

“Oh, Father! I don’t know what that wicked b*tch said, but I feel unfair… Aagh!?”

Suddenly, the blade pulled from Namgungcheon’s waist flashes and cuts off one ear of Namgungcheon’s book.

“Who gave permission to cut me off?”

As if the benevolent face was a lie, the face of a ruthless tyrant is revealed.

“Who gave you permission to make excuses?”

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Overwhelming intangible energy smothers the room.

“You guys just have to answer my questions.”