"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 122- Human butcher
In the end, Kucheonno also had a heartache.
“Confucius, the reason why Jeongui-maeng gave up the same family member, Samjang, and sent those three children along, must be because of the expectations we placed on Confucius. Politicians never do anything for free.”
“Whoops! What do we do for free? All human life is similar. Don’t look at it with too many sunglasses on.”
“Yeah, but it is. In any case, others will think that Confucius was spearheading the fight against the famous religion. Even a famous school would think that way.”
"are you okay. Brother Tak did that. Greening is not caring about other people's eyes. It would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”
“Then what do you plan to do, Confucius?”
“What do you do? Just clean up four more wild vegetables and you're done. you know?”
“If Confucius does a good job, Green Forest or the Justice alliance may not want to let go of Confucius.”
Heartache was the worry.
Even if he is the governor or the leader of the justice, he will do it.
“What are you worried about that hasn’t come yet? You can go and think about the troublesome things then.”
"yes? You need to prepare in advance... … .”
I was very worried about putting off my heartache until the next day under the brother.
“I don’t know. I will sleep.”
After saying that, I really closed my eyes.
The heartache that had been half awake also forced me to lie down.
'This is a dream!'
He knew that he was dreaming.
If it's not a dream to see people from a famous church who died by their own hands running at you with red eyes, it's something.
He knew it was a dream, but he had to fight against them.
In reality, I won with the Gucheonseibeop and the Gucheongu sword, but it was not easy in my dream.
With blood all over his face, they always slipped an inch from his sword.
Whenever an attack failed, they would come up with a hook and scream in unison.
“Why are you doing this to me!”
“I am the son of the true moon swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong! That's why!”
Then they sneaked back, then came back and shouted again.
“I don't know who he is. Why are you doing this to me?”
"I am… … .”
He tried to answer, but his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't say anything.
‘I am the son of Yeonmu-ryong! I'm not on good terms with famous schools! So no more stupid questions!'
But the words didn't come out of my mouth.
This time, the four people suddenly turned into black monsters.
The monsters came running, breathing fire with their hands and mouths.
In that case, I could use the Gucheongu Sword, but I can't see the sword.
It started to run away without any help.
Monsters blocked the front of Yeonjeokha, which ran like crazy between Obongsan Mountain and the familiar inn, Juru, and Giru.
Then, he stretched out his two hands and tried to grab him.
'Ugh!'
As I struggled to get out of the hands of the shadows, I raised my upper body.
"omg! omg! omg!"
He shrugged his shoulders and let out a rough breath.
He felt lukewarm sweat dripping down his head and down his chin.
He tossed and turned over his body and spoke in a sleepy voice.
“Princess, why aren’t you sleeping… … .”
“Oh, I had a dream. keep sleeping.”
"yes… … .”
I looked out the window as dark as pitch black.
No matter how bad the opponent is, there is no way you can feel comfortable killing the same person.
The aftermath of the murder came without warning in the name of a nightmare.
In fact, he is a person who is far from cooperation and greatness. That's why they don't have a sense of mission to hit and kill the famous church like the members of the Justice alliance.
However, it is not that I personally have a strong grudge against famous religions.
I don't know if his relationship with his father was unusually strong.
What kind of money do you mean when you don't have any good memories of your father?
If there is something, it is still a family, and the discomfort that subtly builds up is all. That alone lacked justification for murder.
Before Samadan, the famous cultists he killed were people who happened to be entangled.
For example, they met while hawking, or they came to kill them and fought unavoidably.
My heart is heavy even though I killed someone to save my life, much less Samadan went after him and killed him. Just because he's a celebrity.
So, it is only natural that he would be disgusted with the words, “I took the lead in the war against famous religions.” Because it kept telling me that I had to kill someone.
Somehow, he got the title of Green Forest General Patrol, but he was still a tender-hearted 20-year-old kid.
***
the next morning.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong leisurely went down to the inn restaurant.
Namgungcheon siblings and Seol Chasu's party were eating for a while.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong had to find an empty seat and sit separately.
Breakfast at inn restaurants is mostly the same. Especially if it is in the same area. Stir-fried pork, cheongchaedeul, rice, and fish soup are mainly served, and sometimes chicken or duck meat is added.
The people who eat it are similar.
Unlike lunch or dinner, breakfast is a bit quieter. Most of the time, it's because I just woke up and I'm in a good mood.
It was a relationship, but the heartache was not different.
I asked as if I had suddenly remembered the heartache of mixing the stir-fried pork and rice with chopsticks and pushing them into my mouth.
“Confucius, was your bed uncomfortable yesterday?”
"why not?"
“It seems like he wakes up a few times while sleeping. Who else messed up the dream this time? Brothers Pung and Tak said the same thing last time.”
“Old Sim, do you remember the faces of the people you’ve killed?”
"no. I only remember the opponents in fights where I could have died.”
“It is also selfish. If you have a conscience, shouldn't you remember the people you killed?”
“It’s because I have a bad head.”
Heartache smiled bitterly as if he had no face.
Having killed so many people, my memory was so jumbled that I forgot all but the really terrible fights.
Yeon Jeok-ha, realizing the meaning behind the words belatedly, shook his head excitedly.
“Did you kill that many?”
“Because I lived among people who were proud of that.”
"What would you do if you met in your dreams the people you've killed so far?"
I stopped eating for a while and thought about it, and the heartache answered.
“I will kill you again.”
“Kill again?”
“Yes, I will kill you two or three times. Maybe that's my karma. Even if it’s terrible, I have to deal with it.”
"I don't know if it's great or if it's like Madou."
“Hehe. However, it has never appeared in my dreams, perhaps because I knew I was prepared for it anyway. Did Confucius ever have such a dream?”
I looked at Yeonjeokha with strange eyes of heartache.
Looking back on what happened last night, I feel like that's the case for some reason.
Yeonjeokha asked with a sad face.
“What do you think?”
"I do not know. But if that ever happens... … .”
“What if?”
"Think that it's because you're short of energy, and make at least one potion and take it."
“Why don’t you tell me to kill you?”
“If you had such a reading mind, you wouldn’t even have such a dream. I hope that such a mind will not change for a long time.”
“Actually, are you laughing at me for being corrupt?”
“Oops! Absolutely not. Regardless of the orthodox faction, masters keep coming to wield swords. Isn't it said that a tree with lush branches never has a windy day? He kept cutting people because of face, loyalty, and affection. It is only natural that emotions become blunted as much as the number of people cut down. That's why the Sapa people are more afraid of famous grand battles. They cut people without any burden. Also, it makes the tip of the sword sharper.”
“After all, to become a master, you have to be a human butcher, right?”
“If you remove all the side branches, yes.”
“You have to become a human butcher to feel comfortable, right?”
“Yes, from my point of view it is.”
Since it was such a quiet breakfast, the voices of Yeonjeokha and Heartache spread quite far.
However, they had no hesitation as they were people who were romantically involved or heartbroken and didn't care about other people's attention.
Namgungcheon and Namgungyeon laughed and listened with one ear.
Since Seol Cha-su and his party are excellent masters of both Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong, they passed it on, thinking there was a profound meaning in it.
However, not all guests understood it that way.
A cynicism flowed from the corner.
"joy! To call the faction's knights human butchers? There is no such thing as a human being.”
Heartache turned his head to the back.
Two old men and two young men are sitting facing each other, and all four are wearing swords.
While I was thinking about what to do, I heard a voice from Yeonjeokha.
“Yes, that was old Sim’s fault. What is a human butcher to a person?”
“That Confucius, I didn’t say the term human butcher.”
“Oh, did you? Could it be that you didn't call me a human being? It won't be.”
Yeon Jeok-ha comforted himself and took the food, but the old man spoke again.
“Jacheong-ah, if you kill one wicked person, it is as good as saving ten people. So, if you come across a yellowish human horse, cut it down without mercy. Do you understand?”
Baekjeolgeom Lee Shin-woong, the elder of Baekjeommun in Jinan, said to Wonjacheong, his disciple.
Yu Jacheong, a young man sitting in front of him, nodded vigorously.
"All right. Master.”
Not wanting to stir up a fight, Lee Shin-woong's brother-in-law, So Mu-jin, a baekhwa-gum, said a word lightly.
"Priests. Don't get excited in the morning and have a meal. The person who goes to fix things should do that.”
So Moo-jin and Lee Shin-woong, the elders of Baekgeommun, were on their way to Hahyeopjeomchon with their disciples.
Hahyeopjeomchon is also the hometown of Ha Seon-dong, the owner of Baekgeommun Gate. Recently, Hahyeopjeomchon was plundered by bandits from Guseonsan Mountain, so Baekgeommun sent four people.
“Sahyung, if you think about it, isn’t it related to those people? Maybe it has something to do with the thieves of Mt. Guseon.”
At those words, So Mu-jin glanced at the old man and the young man.
In Jayojin, Hehyeop Village is only an hour away.
This is because it is possible because it is a distance of 2 hours.
Somujin immediately shook his head.
Looking at his eyes or the weapons he possessed, he did not look like the thieves of Mt. Guseon.
There was no way the thieves of Mt. Guseon, who had not even entered the green forest, would carry such luxurious swords.
"It doesn't look like that to my eyes, so I'd like it to be that way."
“When do thieves wear that word on their faces? Seeing that they demean the knights as human butchers, they are obviously not good people.”
Lee Shin-woong did not break his stubbornness.
In fact, he was offended by the word human butcher. It's just like what he said about himself.
Even if it wasn't so, there were many Sapa people in Shandong who called Baekjeolgeom Baekjeonggeom.
“Just because they aren’t good people, isn’t there a law that says the opponent is Madura of Safa?”
In that regard, Lee Shin-woong could not refute either.
It was around the time that the atmosphere, which had been boiling for a moment, subsided calmly again.
Yeonjeokha suddenly asked.
“No, do you have to become a human butcher to become a master? Any other way?”
“It seems that Confucius misunderstood my words. It was not that human butchers became masters, but that there was no one who was not a human butcher among those who listened to the sound of drummers.”
Lee Shin-woong, who took the constant ‘human butcher’ sound as a tease for himself, kicked out of his seat and stood up.
“My foolish ones!”
Coudantang.
The chair was thrown back, and the calm restaurant was filled with tension for an instant.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 122- Human butcher
In the end, Kucheonno also had a heartache.
“Confucius, the reason why Jeongui-maeng gave up the same family member, Samjang, and sent those three children along, must be because of the expectations we placed on Confucius. Politicians never do anything for free.”
“Whoops! What do we do for free? All human life is similar. Don’t look at it with too many sunglasses on.”
“Yeah, but it is. In any case, others will think that Confucius was spearheading the fight against the famous religion. Even a famous school would think that way.”
"are you okay. Brother Tak did that. Greening is not caring about other people's eyes. It would have happened if it wasn’t for me.”
“Then what do you plan to do, Confucius?”
“What do you do? Just clean up four more wild vegetables and you're done. you know?”
“If Confucius does a good job, Green Forest or the Justice alliance may not want to let go of Confucius.”
Heartache was the worry.
Even if he is the governor or the leader of the justice, he will do it.
“What are you worried about that hasn’t come yet? You can go and think about the troublesome things then.”
"yes? You need to prepare in advance... … .”
I was very worried about putting off my heartache until the next day under the brother.
“I don’t know. I will sleep.”
After saying that, I really closed my eyes.
The heartache that had been half awake also forced me to lie down.
'This is a dream!'
He knew that he was dreaming.
If it's not a dream to see people from a famous church who died by their own hands running at you with red eyes, it's something.
He knew it was a dream, but he had to fight against them.
In reality, I won with the Gucheonseibeop and the Gucheongu sword, but it was not easy in my dream.
With blood all over his face, they always slipped an inch from his sword.
Whenever an attack failed, they would come up with a hook and scream in unison.
“Why are you doing this to me!”
“I am the son of the true moon swordsman Yeon Mu-ryong! That's why!”
Then they sneaked back, then came back and shouted again.
“I don't know who he is. Why are you doing this to me?”
"I am… … .”
He tried to answer, but his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't say anything.
‘I am the son of Yeonmu-ryong! I'm not on good terms with famous schools! So no more stupid questions!'
But the words didn't come out of my mouth.
This time, the four people suddenly turned into black monsters.
The monsters came running, breathing fire with their hands and mouths.
In that case, I could use the Gucheongu Sword, but I can't see the sword.
It started to run away without any help.
Monsters blocked the front of Yeonjeokha, which ran like crazy between Obongsan Mountain and the familiar inn, Juru, and Giru.
Then, he stretched out his two hands and tried to grab him.
'Ugh!'
As I struggled to get out of the hands of the shadows, I raised my upper body.
"omg! omg! omg!"
He shrugged his shoulders and let out a rough breath.
He felt lukewarm sweat dripping down his head and down his chin.
He tossed and turned over his body and spoke in a sleepy voice.
“Princess, why aren’t you sleeping… … .”
“Oh, I had a dream. keep sleeping.”
"yes… … .”
I looked out the window as dark as pitch black.
No matter how bad the opponent is, there is no way you can feel comfortable killing the same person.
The aftermath of the murder came without warning in the name of a nightmare.
In fact, he is a person who is far from cooperation and greatness. That's why they don't have a sense of mission to hit and kill the famous church like the members of the Justice alliance.
However, it is not that I personally have a strong grudge against famous religions.
I don't know if his relationship with his father was unusually strong.
What kind of money do you mean when you don't have any good memories of your father?
If there is something, it is still a family, and the discomfort that subtly builds up is all. That alone lacked justification for murder.
Before Samadan, the famous cultists he killed were people who happened to be entangled.
For example, they met while hawking, or they came to kill them and fought unavoidably.
My heart is heavy even though I killed someone to save my life, much less Samadan went after him and killed him. Just because he's a celebrity.
So, it is only natural that he would be disgusted with the words, “I took the lead in the war against famous religions.” Because it kept telling me that I had to kill someone.
Somehow, he got the title of Green Forest General Patrol, but he was still a tender-hearted 20-year-old kid.
***
the next morning.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong leisurely went down to the inn restaurant.
Namgungcheon siblings and Seol Chasu's party were eating for a while.
Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong had to find an empty seat and sit separately.
Breakfast at inn restaurants is mostly the same. Especially if it is in the same area. Stir-fried pork, cheongchaedeul, rice, and fish soup are mainly served, and sometimes chicken or duck meat is added.
The people who eat it are similar.
Unlike lunch or dinner, breakfast is a bit quieter. Most of the time, it's because I just woke up and I'm in a good mood.
It was a relationship, but the heartache was not different.
I asked as if I had suddenly remembered the heartache of mixing the stir-fried pork and rice with chopsticks and pushing them into my mouth.
“Confucius, was your bed uncomfortable yesterday?”
"why not?"
“It seems like he wakes up a few times while sleeping. Who else messed up the dream this time? Brothers Pung and Tak said the same thing last time.”
“Old Sim, do you remember the faces of the people you’ve killed?”
"no. I only remember the opponents in fights where I could have died.”
“It is also selfish. If you have a conscience, shouldn't you remember the people you killed?”
“It’s because I have a bad head.”
Heartache smiled bitterly as if he had no face.
Having killed so many people, my memory was so jumbled that I forgot all but the really terrible fights.
Yeon Jeok-ha, realizing the meaning behind the words belatedly, shook his head excitedly.
“Did you kill that many?”
“Because I lived among people who were proud of that.”
"What would you do if you met in your dreams the people you've killed so far?"
I stopped eating for a while and thought about it, and the heartache answered.
“I will kill you again.”
“Kill again?”
“Yes, I will kill you two or three times. Maybe that's my karma. Even if it’s terrible, I have to deal with it.”
"I don't know if it's great or if it's like Madou."
“Hehe. However, it has never appeared in my dreams, perhaps because I knew I was prepared for it anyway. Did Confucius ever have such a dream?”
I looked at Yeonjeokha with strange eyes of heartache.
Looking back on what happened last night, I feel like that's the case for some reason.
Yeonjeokha asked with a sad face.
“What do you think?”
"I do not know. But if that ever happens... … .”
“What if?”
"Think that it's because you're short of energy, and make at least one potion and take it."
“Why don’t you tell me to kill you?”
“If you had such a reading mind, you wouldn’t even have such a dream. I hope that such a mind will not change for a long time.”
“Actually, are you laughing at me for being corrupt?”
“Oops! Absolutely not. Regardless of the orthodox faction, masters keep coming to wield swords. Isn't it said that a tree with lush branches never has a windy day? He kept cutting people because of face, loyalty, and affection. It is only natural that emotions become blunted as much as the number of people cut down. That's why the Sapa people are more afraid of famous grand battles. They cut people without any burden. Also, it makes the tip of the sword sharper.”
“After all, to become a master, you have to be a human butcher, right?”
“If you remove all the side branches, yes.”
“You have to become a human butcher to feel comfortable, right?”
“Yes, from my point of view it is.”
Since it was such a quiet breakfast, the voices of Yeonjeokha and Heartache spread quite far.
However, they had no hesitation as they were people who were romantically involved or heartbroken and didn't care about other people's attention.
Namgungcheon and Namgungyeon laughed and listened with one ear.
Since Seol Cha-su and his party are excellent masters of both Yeon Jeok-ha and Sim-tong, they passed it on, thinking there was a profound meaning in it.
However, not all guests understood it that way.
A cynicism flowed from the corner.
"joy! To call the faction's knights human butchers? There is no such thing as a human being.”
Heartache turned his head to the back.
Two old men and two young men are sitting facing each other, and all four are wearing swords.
While I was thinking about what to do, I heard a voice from Yeonjeokha.
“Yes, that was old Sim’s fault. What is a human butcher to a person?”
“That Confucius, I didn’t say the term human butcher.”
“Oh, did you? Could it be that you didn't call me a human being? It won't be.”
Yeon Jeok-ha comforted himself and took the food, but the old man spoke again.
“Jacheong-ah, if you kill one wicked person, it is as good as saving ten people. So, if you come across a yellowish human horse, cut it down without mercy. Do you understand?”
Baekjeolgeom Lee Shin-woong, the elder of Baekjeommun in Jinan, said to Wonjacheong, his disciple.
Yu Jacheong, a young man sitting in front of him, nodded vigorously.
"All right. Master.”
Not wanting to stir up a fight, Lee Shin-woong's brother-in-law, So Mu-jin, a baekhwa-gum, said a word lightly.
"Priests. Don't get excited in the morning and have a meal. The person who goes to fix things should do that.”
So Moo-jin and Lee Shin-woong, the elders of Baekgeommun, were on their way to Hahyeopjeomchon with their disciples.
Hahyeopjeomchon is also the hometown of Ha Seon-dong, the owner of Baekgeommun Gate. Recently, Hahyeopjeomchon was plundered by bandits from Guseonsan Mountain, so Baekgeommun sent four people.
“Sahyung, if you think about it, isn’t it related to those people? Maybe it has something to do with the thieves of Mt. Guseon.”
At those words, So Mu-jin glanced at the old man and the young man.
In Jayojin, Hehyeop Village is only an hour away.
This is because it is possible because it is a distance of 2 hours.
Somujin immediately shook his head.
Looking at his eyes or the weapons he possessed, he did not look like the thieves of Mt. Guseon.
There was no way the thieves of Mt. Guseon, who had not even entered the green forest, would carry such luxurious swords.
"It doesn't look like that to my eyes, so I'd like it to be that way."
“When do thieves wear that word on their faces? Seeing that they demean the knights as human butchers, they are obviously not good people.”
Lee Shin-woong did not break his stubbornness.
In fact, he was offended by the word human butcher. It's just like what he said about himself.
Even if it wasn't so, there were many Sapa people in Shandong who called Baekjeolgeom Baekjeonggeom.
“Just because they aren’t good people, isn’t there a law that says the opponent is Madura of Safa?”
In that regard, Lee Shin-woong could not refute either.
It was around the time that the atmosphere, which had been boiling for a moment, subsided calmly again.
Yeonjeokha suddenly asked.
“No, do you have to become a human butcher to become a master? Any other way?”
“It seems that Confucius misunderstood my words. It was not that human butchers became masters, but that there was no one who was not a human butcher among those who listened to the sound of drummers.”
Lee Shin-woong, who took the constant ‘human butcher’ sound as a tease for himself, kicked out of his seat and stood up.
“My foolish ones!”
Coudantang.
The chair was thrown back, and the calm restaurant was filled with tension for an instant.
