"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 298 - There is hope
Everyone only saw the face of Namgung-yeon.
In fact, Musangdo was the only person who could trust and follow her now that her chief, Moo-deok, had suddenly disappeared.
“First of all, let's scatter to all directions to find Jang Daehyeop. I think it would be better for the two of us to move together just in case. Let’s just investigate about 10 li (about 4 kilometers) and come back.”
At Namgungyeon's words, Kunlun Samseon and Shimtong, and Gwiyeongjagun and Hyukmuchun paired up.
I was with Namgoong-yeon, who has a romantic relationship.
Since all the spying experts were experts, the investigation was over before an hour (2 hours).
Within ten li, there was nothing.
“Sojeo Namgung, did Jang Dae-hyeop go to Mt. Fungji?”
Namgoongyeon gave her a slight nod at the question of her Taeeul Seonin.
“I think so for now. I don’t know why you went to Mt. Poongji alone.”
After thinking about something for a while, Namgungyeon looked at the sage Taeryeong.
“Didn't Taeryeong talk about her Eonryeong at lunch yesterday? Why did you do that?”
“Daehyeop Jang has often been seen absentmindedly in the past few days. Yesterday was particularly bad. His expression wasn't better than the other day, so he quietly spoke to me. Then he said he was thinking about what the religious leader said.”
"ah! So, the story came out?”
"That's right. Jang Dae-hyeop said as if he had mixed up his words for a moment. In fact, isn't that what magic is? The more lethal it is, the more the opponent doesn’t know about it.”
Tae-eul, who was listening quietly, asked.
“Does the priest think that Jang Dae-hyeop fell under the command of the religious leader at Mt. Fungji?”
“I didn’t tell Jang Dae-hyeop, but originally, Eon-lyeong is well taken in a state of high emotional ups and downs. And the smart ones too... … .”
At the end of her words, Taeryeong Seonin glanced at Namgungyeon.
She didn't say it, but she meant 'Beware of the words'.
Ghost Youngja-kun, who was just watching, couldn't stand it and intervened.
"If it's true, did Jang Moo-deok really fall under the sorcery called Unryeong?"
“From what Bindo watched from the sidelines, it is highly likely that. I am not the kind of person who will come all the way to Diocese and return silently.”
At Taeryeong’s point, Youngja-kun nodded his head.
It doesn't make sense that he came to Gyogu-hyeon and ran away as he said.
If he had, he would not have volunteered for the spying team.
The discussion on countermeasures continued until the end of the celebration (3:00 a.m.).
However, a solution that satisfies everyone was rarely found.
Namgoong-yeon, who was worse off, stopped the meeting.
“It looks like I will keep saying the same thing until the next day. Don't you know if you're going back here? If you want to go to Mt. Fengji, you need to get enough rest. It would be nice to end the meeting now.”
“I think that would be good.”
“It is.”
“It’s easy.”
Tired of repeating the same sound, Kunlun Samseon agreed with her.
Kunlun Samseon, Gwiyeongjagun, and Hyukmuchun went back to bed.
As the people scattered one by one, Yeon Jeok-ha stuck closely to Namgung-yeon.
"Sister."
"Huh?"
“Do you really think that Jang Dae-hyeop fell under the spell?”
"If it's not impossible, you have to believe it even if it's hard to believe."
Gucheonno also had a heartache.
“I mean, I believe.”
Before Namgungyeon could answer anything, Yeonjeokha spoke.
“Old Shim, go to sleep. An old man should think of his body.”
“Originally, when you get old, you don’t sleep at dawn.”
“Isn’t it dawn yet?”
“Wu-deok Zhang disappeared with Mt. Fengji close by, how could I… … .”
“I’ll take care of all your unnecessary worries, so just sleep.”
“Grunt! All right. By the way, it's hot, so why don't you sit a little farther away?"
"Oh really!"
Yeonjeokha narrowed her eyes.
Only then did old sim slowly return to its original position and lay his body down.
Today, I miss Wolah and Geumah in Chiliha Village.
He forced himself to sleep while humming a tune that Geum-a used to play well.
“Sister, why did the teacher cast a spell on Jang Dae-hyeop?”
He secretly held Namgoong-yeon's hand as they were dating with a question.
This time, Namgung-yeon did not let go of her hand either.
“I think I will know that only when I meet Jang Dae-hyeop.”
Namgung-yeon did not make a hasty decision because the matter was so big.
She is the reason that spying Joe and Jang Moo-deok may be harmed by wrong prejudice.
He no longer spoke of Zhang Wu-de.
He was curious, but it was obvious that the words he had already said would be repeated.
Jang Mu-deok, who disappeared, did not return even in the morning.
A sigh flowed from the mouths of the people who had finished breakfast.
The ghosts who had packed their belongings sneaked up to me and said.
“General Patrol, it seems that Zhang Mu-deok has also escaped, so should we continue spying?”
"What are you talking about? Who ran away?”
“Isn’t it more of a problem if you don’t run away? There is no way that a master like Jang Moo-deok was kidnapped, and he went to Mt. Fungji on his own feet first. That betrays the Cheonji League... … .”
“You sound like a betrayal. Don't throw a knife at you or suddenly. Even when I’m sleeping, when I think about what happened that day, it’s just, really!”
When Yeonjeokha shot at him, Gwi Youngja hurriedly lowered his head.
“Forgive me.”
"Okay, I'll decide whether or not to spy on you, so don't tell me."
"yes!"
The Ghost Army retreated without saying a word.
This time, a old sim struck.
“Gongja-nim, you are not completely wrong with Mr. Ghost. If Jang Moo-deok went to the religious leader on his own... … . Information about the spying may have already been passed on.”
“So you want to quit?”
“Oops! It can't be. I just wanted to ask you to think again.”
“There is nothing to do but think. If my sister wants to go, I will go, and if she doesn't, I won't go.”
“Ah, yes. You will.”
Seeing her old sim face, Yeon Jeok-ha spoke as if explaining.
“Old Sim, do you know what to do when something so complicated that you don’t know what it is?”
“How can I do it?”
"mind. Just do what your heart tells you to do.”
Yeon Jeok-ha patted his chest ‘pang-pang’.
“Did your heart tell you to go to Mt. Fungji?”
“No, are you telling me to just follow you?”
"So you're saying that you're going to clear your head and follow Namgung Sojeo?"
“Are you laughing at me now?”
“Am I? Could it be? If I had a woman like her, I would follow her without words. She's beautiful, she's smart, she holds her hand well... … .”
“Are you holding a gosa to be killed? Okay, let's see the end today.”
When Yeonjeokha jumped up and down, Shimtong stepped backwards toward Kunlun Three Lines.
“Oops! Why? ‘The scent of cinnamon from my sister’s hand… … .’ Ugh!”
Shen Tong rolled on the ground as the sword flew into his face.
The sword rose above old sim head and then fell vertically again.
Shen Tong jumped on all fours and hid behind Kunlun Samseon.
When Yeonjeokha turned the blade, the sword circled around the Kunlun three lines.
“Me and this old man! Eavesdropping on other people's stories like a rat! I know that today is the day of ancestral rites!”
“Sorry, I didn’t overhear it, I just overheard it! My ear canal is pierced, how can I not hear!”
“So die without hearing anything!”
Wheein-.
The sword turned quickly as Yeonjeokha was excited.
In the wind, he was trapped in the sword wind created by the sword of the sword.
Since Kunlun Samseon had never seen such an incomparable Iggy sword, he could not close his open mouth.
Originally, the sword is to control the sword with Ki.
However, depending on the depth and understanding of air power, the operation was very different.
Even so, making them circle around you so closely?
Even to the point where a black wind occurs?
Even in the midst of embarrassment, Seonin Taemu sent a telegram to Seonin Taeeul.
―Sahyung, have you ever seen a sword like this?
-does not exist.
―Are you really trying to kill Gucheonnodo?
―Do you really have to do that?
However, Taemu Seonin knew that the death penalty was dubious.
The atmosphere created by Yeonjeokha was so vicious.
Then Namgoongyeon said.
“You’re having a lot of fun. The three good people will be surprised.”
At the same time as Namgungyeon said, the sword that had been hovering around Kunlun Samseon disappeared.
When Yeon Jeok-ha entered the shrine with Namgung-yeon, the old sim slowly came out.
His face was carefree, and he didn't look like the person who had been in danger until a moment ago.
Taemu Sage sneaked up to me and asked.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“Why do you ask about that?”
“Compared to the precarious situation, his expression looks comfortable.”
“Dangerous bitch, you say that because you don’t know our Confucius’ inaction.”
"I've seen Confucius Yeon's terrifying sword."
Then, the old sim laughed.
“Confucius Yeon is the one who catches even fish thirty feet (about 90 meters) away with his sword. Also in the Yellow River. If that kind of person decides, can't you just take one of me? Do you think that behind you is better than the muddy waters of the Yellow River?”
Taemu, who scooped up the muddy water of the Yellow River, shook his head.
If old sim words were true, then the sword from earlier - like Namgung-yeon said - must be a joke.
Only then did I understand why the old sim went about with a nonchalant face.
Taeeul Seonin, who was watching their conversation, muttered with a stunned face.
“What a great prank indeed.”
Hyukmu-chun, who was standing in a corner with his backpack on his back, spoke.
"Her! I didn't know that the general patrol's inaction was to that extent. What are you going to do now?”
“What do you mean?”
He fired coldly at him, but the miasma in Ghost's eyes was gone.
It was because he was fed up with the high-speed spinning sword that even caused a sword wind.
How many people can handle a sword with such precision and strength?
It would be difficult to pick it up with one hand.
Wasn't it enough to surprise such a person, were you aiming for the next opportunity?
His hair stood up on end.
The ghost-kun shook his head to shake off even the last bit of regret.
Hyukmu-chun, who was looking around, answered with a whole tone.
―You mean you decided to turn him over to a famous church.
-It's better to watch quietly.
―If that’s the case, shouldn’t I tell the head of the household anymore?
―There is no need to save your mouth.
Hyuk Mu-chun nodded his head with a meaningful face.
That is to say, the operation to hand over the general patrol to the famed school should continue.
“Is your sister still going?”
"huh. I have to go at least to find out what happened to Jang Dae-hyeop. If we go back like this, only infighting will happen.”
Mu-deok Jang, a free apprentice, is a master who represents the political faction.
Since he disappeared near Mt. Pungji, it was obvious that there would be many speculations.
“Me?”
“Because the Musketeer will not let this opportunity pass. That person would make not only Jang Da-hyeop, but even spying, suspicious? With the exception of Kunlun Samseon, everyone has been with him, so it’s a good opportunity.”
"Yes."
“If the musketeer bites the spy, the already weak Cheonjimaeng will be torn to pieces.”
“Do you think there is hope for Cheonji-Meng, sister?”
“If even one person does not give up hope, there is hope.”
“Then should we go to Mt. Pungji?”
"What do you think?"
“You know. My hope is that you are my sister.”
"fool."
Namgungyeon tapped Yeonjeokha on the head.
For a moment, the hazy rival tugged at her arm without realizing it.
Namgoong-yeon, who lost her balance, fell into the arms of her younger brother.
It was when I was intoxicated by the scent of cinnamon from her body.
“What are you doing when you don’t come out… … . omg! I didn't see it!”
The two people, startled by the intrusion of old sim, fell.
The old sim that had been coming in with an eight-legged gait burst out loudly like a wild boar hit by an arrow.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 298 - There is hope
Everyone only saw the face of Namgung-yeon.
In fact, Musangdo was the only person who could trust and follow her now that her chief, Moo-deok, had suddenly disappeared.
“First of all, let's scatter to all directions to find Jang Daehyeop. I think it would be better for the two of us to move together just in case. Let’s just investigate about 10 li (about 4 kilometers) and come back.”
At Namgungyeon's words, Kunlun Samseon and Shimtong, and Gwiyeongjagun and Hyukmuchun paired up.
I was with Namgoong-yeon, who has a romantic relationship.
Since all the spying experts were experts, the investigation was over before an hour (2 hours).
Within ten li, there was nothing.
“Sojeo Namgung, did Jang Dae-hyeop go to Mt. Fungji?”
Namgoongyeon gave her a slight nod at the question of her Taeeul Seonin.
“I think so for now. I don’t know why you went to Mt. Poongji alone.”
After thinking about something for a while, Namgungyeon looked at the sage Taeryeong.
“Didn't Taeryeong talk about her Eonryeong at lunch yesterday? Why did you do that?”
“Daehyeop Jang has often been seen absentmindedly in the past few days. Yesterday was particularly bad. His expression wasn't better than the other day, so he quietly spoke to me. Then he said he was thinking about what the religious leader said.”
"ah! So, the story came out?”
"That's right. Jang Dae-hyeop said as if he had mixed up his words for a moment. In fact, isn't that what magic is? The more lethal it is, the more the opponent doesn’t know about it.”
Tae-eul, who was listening quietly, asked.
“Does the priest think that Jang Dae-hyeop fell under the command of the religious leader at Mt. Fungji?”
“I didn’t tell Jang Dae-hyeop, but originally, Eon-lyeong is well taken in a state of high emotional ups and downs. And the smart ones too... … .”
At the end of her words, Taeryeong Seonin glanced at Namgungyeon.
She didn't say it, but she meant 'Beware of the words'.
Ghost Youngja-kun, who was just watching, couldn't stand it and intervened.
"If it's true, did Jang Moo-deok really fall under the sorcery called Unryeong?"
“From what Bindo watched from the sidelines, it is highly likely that. I am not the kind of person who will come all the way to Diocese and return silently.”
At Taeryeong’s point, Youngja-kun nodded his head.
It doesn't make sense that he came to Gyogu-hyeon and ran away as he said.
If he had, he would not have volunteered for the spying team.
The discussion on countermeasures continued until the end of the celebration (3:00 a.m.).
However, a solution that satisfies everyone was rarely found.
Namgoong-yeon, who was worse off, stopped the meeting.
“It looks like I will keep saying the same thing until the next day. Don't you know if you're going back here? If you want to go to Mt. Fengji, you need to get enough rest. It would be nice to end the meeting now.”
“I think that would be good.”
“It is.”
“It’s easy.”
Tired of repeating the same sound, Kunlun Samseon agreed with her.
Kunlun Samseon, Gwiyeongjagun, and Hyukmuchun went back to bed.
As the people scattered one by one, Yeon Jeok-ha stuck closely to Namgung-yeon.
"Sister."
"Huh?"
“Do you really think that Jang Dae-hyeop fell under the spell?”
"If it's not impossible, you have to believe it even if it's hard to believe."
Gucheonno also had a heartache.
“I mean, I believe.”
Before Namgungyeon could answer anything, Yeonjeokha spoke.
“Old Shim, go to sleep. An old man should think of his body.”
“Originally, when you get old, you don’t sleep at dawn.”
“Isn’t it dawn yet?”
“Wu-deok Zhang disappeared with Mt. Fengji close by, how could I… … .”
“I’ll take care of all your unnecessary worries, so just sleep.”
“Grunt! All right. By the way, it's hot, so why don't you sit a little farther away?"
"Oh really!"
Yeonjeokha narrowed her eyes.
Only then did old sim slowly return to its original position and lay his body down.
Today, I miss Wolah and Geumah in Chiliha Village.
He forced himself to sleep while humming a tune that Geum-a used to play well.
“Sister, why did the teacher cast a spell on Jang Dae-hyeop?”
He secretly held Namgoong-yeon's hand as they were dating with a question.
This time, Namgung-yeon did not let go of her hand either.
“I think I will know that only when I meet Jang Dae-hyeop.”
Namgung-yeon did not make a hasty decision because the matter was so big.
She is the reason that spying Joe and Jang Moo-deok may be harmed by wrong prejudice.
He no longer spoke of Zhang Wu-de.
He was curious, but it was obvious that the words he had already said would be repeated.
Jang Mu-deok, who disappeared, did not return even in the morning.
A sigh flowed from the mouths of the people who had finished breakfast.
The ghosts who had packed their belongings sneaked up to me and said.
“General Patrol, it seems that Zhang Mu-deok has also escaped, so should we continue spying?”
"What are you talking about? Who ran away?”
“Isn’t it more of a problem if you don’t run away? There is no way that a master like Jang Moo-deok was kidnapped, and he went to Mt. Fungji on his own feet first. That betrays the Cheonji League... … .”
“You sound like a betrayal. Don't throw a knife at you or suddenly. Even when I’m sleeping, when I think about what happened that day, it’s just, really!”
When Yeonjeokha shot at him, Gwi Youngja hurriedly lowered his head.
“Forgive me.”
"Okay, I'll decide whether or not to spy on you, so don't tell me."
"yes!"
The Ghost Army retreated without saying a word.
This time, a old sim struck.
“Gongja-nim, you are not completely wrong with Mr. Ghost. If Jang Moo-deok went to the religious leader on his own... … . Information about the spying may have already been passed on.”
“So you want to quit?”
“Oops! It can't be. I just wanted to ask you to think again.”
“There is nothing to do but think. If my sister wants to go, I will go, and if she doesn't, I won't go.”
“Ah, yes. You will.”
Seeing her old sim face, Yeon Jeok-ha spoke as if explaining.
“Old Sim, do you know what to do when something so complicated that you don’t know what it is?”
“How can I do it?”
"mind. Just do what your heart tells you to do.”
Yeon Jeok-ha patted his chest ‘pang-pang’.
“Did your heart tell you to go to Mt. Fungji?”
“No, are you telling me to just follow you?”
"So you're saying that you're going to clear your head and follow Namgung Sojeo?"
“Are you laughing at me now?”
“Am I? Could it be? If I had a woman like her, I would follow her without words. She's beautiful, she's smart, she holds her hand well... … .”
“Are you holding a gosa to be killed? Okay, let's see the end today.”
When Yeonjeokha jumped up and down, Shimtong stepped backwards toward Kunlun Three Lines.
“Oops! Why? ‘The scent of cinnamon from my sister’s hand… … .’ Ugh!”
Shen Tong rolled on the ground as the sword flew into his face.
The sword rose above old sim head and then fell vertically again.
Shen Tong jumped on all fours and hid behind Kunlun Samseon.
When Yeonjeokha turned the blade, the sword circled around the Kunlun three lines.
“Me and this old man! Eavesdropping on other people's stories like a rat! I know that today is the day of ancestral rites!”
“Sorry, I didn’t overhear it, I just overheard it! My ear canal is pierced, how can I not hear!”
“So die without hearing anything!”
Wheein-.
The sword turned quickly as Yeonjeokha was excited.
In the wind, he was trapped in the sword wind created by the sword of the sword.
Since Kunlun Samseon had never seen such an incomparable Iggy sword, he could not close his open mouth.
Originally, the sword is to control the sword with Ki.
However, depending on the depth and understanding of air power, the operation was very different.
Even so, making them circle around you so closely?
Even to the point where a black wind occurs?
Even in the midst of embarrassment, Seonin Taemu sent a telegram to Seonin Taeeul.
―Sahyung, have you ever seen a sword like this?
-does not exist.
―Are you really trying to kill Gucheonnodo?
―Do you really have to do that?
However, Taemu Seonin knew that the death penalty was dubious.
The atmosphere created by Yeonjeokha was so vicious.
Then Namgoongyeon said.
“You’re having a lot of fun. The three good people will be surprised.”
At the same time as Namgungyeon said, the sword that had been hovering around Kunlun Samseon disappeared.
When Yeon Jeok-ha entered the shrine with Namgung-yeon, the old sim slowly came out.
His face was carefree, and he didn't look like the person who had been in danger until a moment ago.
Taemu Sage sneaked up to me and asked.
“Sir, are you okay?”
“Why do you ask about that?”
“Compared to the precarious situation, his expression looks comfortable.”
“Dangerous bitch, you say that because you don’t know our Confucius’ inaction.”
"I've seen Confucius Yeon's terrifying sword."
Then, the old sim laughed.
“Confucius Yeon is the one who catches even fish thirty feet (about 90 meters) away with his sword. Also in the Yellow River. If that kind of person decides, can't you just take one of me? Do you think that behind you is better than the muddy waters of the Yellow River?”
Taemu, who scooped up the muddy water of the Yellow River, shook his head.
If old sim words were true, then the sword from earlier - like Namgung-yeon said - must be a joke.
Only then did I understand why the old sim went about with a nonchalant face.
Taeeul Seonin, who was watching their conversation, muttered with a stunned face.
“What a great prank indeed.”
Hyukmu-chun, who was standing in a corner with his backpack on his back, spoke.
"Her! I didn't know that the general patrol's inaction was to that extent. What are you going to do now?”
“What do you mean?”
He fired coldly at him, but the miasma in Ghost's eyes was gone.
It was because he was fed up with the high-speed spinning sword that even caused a sword wind.
How many people can handle a sword with such precision and strength?
It would be difficult to pick it up with one hand.
Wasn't it enough to surprise such a person, were you aiming for the next opportunity?
His hair stood up on end.
The ghost-kun shook his head to shake off even the last bit of regret.
Hyukmu-chun, who was looking around, answered with a whole tone.
―You mean you decided to turn him over to a famous church.
-It's better to watch quietly.
―If that’s the case, shouldn’t I tell the head of the household anymore?
―There is no need to save your mouth.
Hyuk Mu-chun nodded his head with a meaningful face.
That is to say, the operation to hand over the general patrol to the famed school should continue.
“Is your sister still going?”
"huh. I have to go at least to find out what happened to Jang Dae-hyeop. If we go back like this, only infighting will happen.”
Mu-deok Jang, a free apprentice, is a master who represents the political faction.
Since he disappeared near Mt. Pungji, it was obvious that there would be many speculations.
“Me?”
“Because the Musketeer will not let this opportunity pass. That person would make not only Jang Da-hyeop, but even spying, suspicious? With the exception of Kunlun Samseon, everyone has been with him, so it’s a good opportunity.”
"Yes."
“If the musketeer bites the spy, the already weak Cheonjimaeng will be torn to pieces.”
“Do you think there is hope for Cheonji-Meng, sister?”
“If even one person does not give up hope, there is hope.”
“Then should we go to Mt. Pungji?”
"What do you think?"
“You know. My hope is that you are my sister.”
"fool."
Namgungyeon tapped Yeonjeokha on the head.
For a moment, the hazy rival tugged at her arm without realizing it.
Namgoong-yeon, who lost her balance, fell into the arms of her younger brother.
It was when I was intoxicated by the scent of cinnamon from her body.
“What are you doing when you don’t come out… … . omg! I didn't see it!”
The two people, startled by the intrusion of old sim, fell.
The old sim that had been coming in with an eight-legged gait burst out loudly like a wild boar hit by an arrow.
