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Chapter 320 - Sick leave and law
Chiliha Village was overturned.
It is only natural that the musketeer, Shinki Investigator Jegal Seung-woon, who was on his way to negotiations, returned after being stabbed by a knife.
In half a day, there was no one who did not know that the green forest patrol was a serial enemy.
The exact details have not been revealed as the Chilpamun and the four major generations have been silent.
No one dared to ask why it happened.
This is because the opponent is the total patrol of the green forest.
Negotiations with famous schools were delayed for three days, and the turmoil subsided.
Of course, that's what it looks like.
Internally, the Chilpamun quarreled over the level of punishment under the age of the enemy.
“You should have killed him.”
After having dinner at the restaurant, Gu Chun-no also let out a heartache.
At his words, the surroundings became quiet.
Everyone seemed to be listening to Yeon Jeok-ha's next words.
"Know."
“Then why did you let him live?”
“I didn’t think I was going to die.”
“Are you going to kill him if he puts a knife to Confucius’ throat?”
"No way. I'll kill you even if you show the slightest sign of it. I don't like it when someone goes after me.”
“That bastard will aim for the back of Gongja’s head.”
“Then you have to kill me.”
“Kill me before that.”
"You're not aiming yet."
“I don’t know. Originally, that kind of thing doesn’t make a mark.”
Then, Yeonjeokha frowned.
It's because I don't like the words of old sim.
"You're saying I have to kill people just by guessing?"
“If he puts a knife to Confucius’ neck, it will be too late. Why did someone you know do that?”
He looked at Yeonjeokha with eyes full of sadness and displeasure.
In Nokrim, he thinks of future troubles and kills them early.
I couldn't understand why anyone who knew that would let the musketeer live.
"Old Sim, I'm not stupid either. If the musketeer wanted revenge or something, I would have killed him. But he just looked at me with eyes asking for help. How does he kill such a person?”
"still… … .”
“You kill people because you feel bad in front of your sister? I heard that because I was green, but how can I do the same thing as other green trees?”
At those words, old sim scratched his head.
Come to think of it, that statement made sense.
“But didn’t you say that Namgung Sojeo should have been killed as well? A wise person like Sojeo Namgung would have understood.”
“What my sister understands and what I don't want to do in front of her are different. It's because old man Shim doesn't know about the relationship between men and women yet. Absolutely not."
“Why did someone like that tear the musketeer to pieces like that?”
“I think my dislike for him was a little big. I was just trying to embarrass you. My sword spirit reacted more to the death penalty that I did not know.”
“It’s because you have a soft heart. You should have paid more there. If that was the case, I would have felt refreshed after suffering from the faction for a while.”
"I know. that i am good I told the musketeer to know that I was kind enough to think it was over.”
“Good job. If he were Confucius now, he would urinate even in his sleep.”
“You’re nice, but why are you peeing?”
“I know that being nice is that much, so it’s cheap enough.”
I looked at Yeonjeokha with a heartache.
Now, the reaction the musketeer will show is one of two things.
Either hold a grudge against the yeon jeokha, or avoid it altogether.
‘Hehe, Jegal Seung-un. Which one will you choose?'
He would know that the remaining lifespan is determined by the choices he makes.
"Why are you laughing?"
“There are always interesting things happening around Gongja-nim. It tastes like taking it with you.”
“Is it fun?”
“Isn’t watching fights the most fun thing in the world?”
“Tsk! Anyway, Madou are not allowed to do this.”
“Hehe, modou. Do you know that Confucius has more notoriety these days?"
"That's what people misunderstand."
“Yes, they say there are no tombs without excuses for that. Even if a virgin gives birth to her child, she has something to say.”
“The grave is a word suitable for an old man who will soon be entering. I am a man, so I will never have children.”
I did not give up and accepted it.
Old sim looked at the yeon jeokha who stubbornly denied it with pitiful eyes.
In fact, Jegal Seung-woon touched Yeon Jeok-ha's most sensitive part.
As his relationship with Namgungyeon deepened, he became conscious of the people around him.
He was worried that Namgung-Yeon would hear strange noises because of him.
Then she heard the word cow dung, so she had no choice but to explode.
To be honest, it could be said that it was luck that the musketeer ended up with such an injury.
***
Cheonjimaeng has a sense of consciousness.
Hundreds of unmanned people reside there, so getting injured is a common occurrence, so he created a clinic.
Footnotes of Uigak Shim Ki-won carefully opened his mouth after applying golden spears to the musketeer's face.
“Sir, may I cover my face with a clean cloth?”
The body is already tightly wrapped.
Only the face is the problem.
Cover with a cloth to avoid contact with outsiders.
If there is something to meet with a customer, it would be difficult, so I asked to confirm.
“Will you get better sooner if you do that?”
“Today the oozing is so bad, so it would be better to close it. If the scab settles down by tomorrow, you should be fine.”
“Then please close it. We have to continue negotiations as soon as possible.”
"yes."
Shim Ki-won wrapped Jegal Seung-un's face in a cloth.
Immediately, the ointment and the gold powder congealed and leaked out onto the cloth in a yellow color.
'Tsk! It's like cruel green forest. To make someone who works hard for the safety of the world like this... … .’
I've been working in the Chunji League for a long time, but I've never seen a Madou that made people this way.
'ha!'
When I thought of the musketeer who would live with the checkerboard-like scars on his face for the rest of his life, I let out a sigh.
When Shim Ki-won returned, Jegal Seung-un walked in front of Dong-gyeong.
Looking at his face, he looked like a living mummy.
“Quickly… … .”
The head of the Zhuge family and the commander of the Cheonji-Meng, this is what he looks like!
The more I think about it, the more I get angry and the trembling won't stop.
“that bastard… … .”
However, the moment he remembered Yeon Jeok-ha, Jegal Seung-woon's complexion turned pale.
Just thinking about him caught his breath.
A face like a savagery running towards him and that terrible swordsmanship.
In an instant, Jegal Seung-un unknowingly bent his waist and gasped for breath.
"omg! omg… … .”
The tip of his nose smelled the scent of his own blood.
Then, his skin cracked open, and the area was filled with the thick smell of blood.
Jegal Seungwoon, trembling, raised his hands in front of his eyes.
The blood was really shining through the rag.
I was alone with my skin torn apart by the terrifying memories of him.
My body and mind were torn to pieces by the black air.
' I, I... … .’
Jegal Seung-un couldn't help but despair at his own weakness.
My body and mind are torn apart just by thinking about him. What kind of revenge is this?
A gentle voice came to his ears as he stood stunned.
“Musketeer, are you there?”
He was a martial artist, the leader of the Cheonjimaeng.
Jegal Seung-un hurriedly calmed down his disturbed mind and brought him inside.
The Mugeuk Merchant was speechless for a while at the sight of Jegal Seung-un, who had turned into mummy.
In the end, Jegal Seung-woon got lucky first.
“I’m sorry for making you look ugly.”
“Hey, no. Rather, it is my fault for neglecting it until this happens. I didn’t know that the discipline of the Cheonjimaeng fell to the ground like this.”
However, Mugeuk Merchant did not say that he would ‘set the discipline right’.
Cheonjimaeng was a sinking ship.
Everyone knew that the Cheonjimaeng would be disbanded.
Criticism could be poured out on the enemy, but no further action was possible.
"ha! Since I provided an excuse, I have no intention of blaming anyone. It was too much, but it was enough to make the practitioner angry. But I swear I had no intention of mocking anyone.”
"I understand."
The martial artist nodded his head.
He was grateful that Jegal Seung-un did not demand punishment for his younger brother.
If he did, he would have only embarrassed himself.
"and… … I plan to leave Gangho once this negotiation ends.”
His eyes widened at the unexpected remark.
“That word can’t be… … .”
“Yes, if the musketeer said that it was gold dust, it would seem excessive, and I would like to retire.”
“Jegal Daehyeop. The Cheonjimaeng-Eun, no, the political faction needs a great deal of management. don't you know? Now, if the Cheonji League is disbanded, the whole world will fall into chaos. Retirement at such a critical time? That's not to say.”
“Thank you for looking up to me. However, even if it is not me, there are many talented people who will devote themselves to the political faction.”
“Hey, who do you think can replace Daehyeop?”
“There is nothing far to look at. Isn't there a head of the Gongsun family in the negotiating team? If he is, he will serve the lord better than I can.”
The Mugeuk Merchant hesitated.
Gongson Illang and Gongson Ki were once the equipment that trembled the whole world together with the new knight Jegal Seung-un.
In the meantime, the family of Gongson did not come to the fore for the family of Zhuge.
If the Zhuge family is the military family, the Gongsun family is the legal family.
Just as much as the Zhuge family's mercenary skill, the Gongson family's chisetsu is as useful as it is.
“Jegal Daehyeop, please think again. The Gongsun family is also great, but now is the time of great upheaval. Only the enemies will like it if the Zhuge family takes their hands off management.”
At the words of the leader, Jegal Seung-un shook his head.
Even in the event of a cataclysmic war, what can the coalition of political factions do?
The famous religion has been trying to ban the Chilpamun and the four generations for a hundred years.
Even if it is possible to avoid the prohibition, it is not easy to overcome the famous school.
It is impossible for a political faction to deal with a famous religion that could not be stopped even by a political faction alliance.
Now we have no choice but to wait for the famous bridge to collapse on its own.
Such a vague wait could be said to be suitable for a Gongsun family.
“Lord, when the leader of the original cult is defeated, he disappears without a trace. It is only because there is a rare witch named Eighthwangsinmo who is famous.”
“You have to lead her sect union under the rule of that witch.”
“I don't want to admit it, but the Eighthwangsinmo is the best person in the world, on a different level from the top 10 masters in the world. no maybe she is she It may be the best person of all time.”
The Merchant's complexion darkened.
Even after hearing such absurd words, he could not refute them.
Ever since Hyeonmu-dae was massacred by Mu-sang-doje, Eight Hwangsin-mo has been regarded as such a being.
“Who can kill that witch? Absolutely not.”
“Huh… … .”
“But as long as the witch is also human, she cannot escape her birth, old age and sickness. Have you already passed the age of two (120 years)? From now on, it is a race against time.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“If something goes wrong with her witch, the famous church will collapse from within. Waiting for the famous church to collapse and cracking down on factional alliances, it's more legal than sick leave. Make Gongsun Yilang your musketeer. Even the six generations and the four generations will not oppose it.”
A bitter smile appeared on the Merchant's face.
In fact, Gongson-gi was the only person in the political faction with the level of competence and experience of Jegal Seung-un.
“Jegal Daehyeop, I would like you to ponder the matter a little more carefully. Talk to you again after the war with the famous cult is over. Isn't it urgent?”
“However, my opinion will not change.”
“Grunt!”
A sound of pain escaped from the Merchant's mouth.
Jegal Seung-woon's eyes, revealed through the cloth, were deeply sunken. At best he was calm, at worst he seemed half-dead.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
paypal.me/Agustusfang
Chapter 320 - Sick leave and law
Chiliha Village was overturned.
It is only natural that the musketeer, Shinki Investigator Jegal Seung-woon, who was on his way to negotiations, returned after being stabbed by a knife.
In half a day, there was no one who did not know that the green forest patrol was a serial enemy.
The exact details have not been revealed as the Chilpamun and the four major generations have been silent.
No one dared to ask why it happened.
This is because the opponent is the total patrol of the green forest.
Negotiations with famous schools were delayed for three days, and the turmoil subsided.
Of course, that's what it looks like.
Internally, the Chilpamun quarreled over the level of punishment under the age of the enemy.
“You should have killed him.”
After having dinner at the restaurant, Gu Chun-no also let out a heartache.
At his words, the surroundings became quiet.
Everyone seemed to be listening to Yeon Jeok-ha's next words.
"Know."
“Then why did you let him live?”
“I didn’t think I was going to die.”
“Are you going to kill him if he puts a knife to Confucius’ throat?”
"No way. I'll kill you even if you show the slightest sign of it. I don't like it when someone goes after me.”
“That bastard will aim for the back of Gongja’s head.”
“Then you have to kill me.”
“Kill me before that.”
"You're not aiming yet."
“I don’t know. Originally, that kind of thing doesn’t make a mark.”
Then, Yeonjeokha frowned.
It's because I don't like the words of old sim.
"You're saying I have to kill people just by guessing?"
“If he puts a knife to Confucius’ neck, it will be too late. Why did someone you know do that?”
He looked at Yeonjeokha with eyes full of sadness and displeasure.
In Nokrim, he thinks of future troubles and kills them early.
I couldn't understand why anyone who knew that would let the musketeer live.
"Old Sim, I'm not stupid either. If the musketeer wanted revenge or something, I would have killed him. But he just looked at me with eyes asking for help. How does he kill such a person?”
"still… … .”
“You kill people because you feel bad in front of your sister? I heard that because I was green, but how can I do the same thing as other green trees?”
At those words, old sim scratched his head.
Come to think of it, that statement made sense.
“But didn’t you say that Namgung Sojeo should have been killed as well? A wise person like Sojeo Namgung would have understood.”
“What my sister understands and what I don't want to do in front of her are different. It's because old man Shim doesn't know about the relationship between men and women yet. Absolutely not."
“Why did someone like that tear the musketeer to pieces like that?”
“I think my dislike for him was a little big. I was just trying to embarrass you. My sword spirit reacted more to the death penalty that I did not know.”
“It’s because you have a soft heart. You should have paid more there. If that was the case, I would have felt refreshed after suffering from the faction for a while.”
"I know. that i am good I told the musketeer to know that I was kind enough to think it was over.”
“Good job. If he were Confucius now, he would urinate even in his sleep.”
“You’re nice, but why are you peeing?”
“I know that being nice is that much, so it’s cheap enough.”
I looked at Yeonjeokha with a heartache.
Now, the reaction the musketeer will show is one of two things.
Either hold a grudge against the yeon jeokha, or avoid it altogether.
‘Hehe, Jegal Seung-un. Which one will you choose?'
He would know that the remaining lifespan is determined by the choices he makes.
"Why are you laughing?"
“There are always interesting things happening around Gongja-nim. It tastes like taking it with you.”
“Is it fun?”
“Isn’t watching fights the most fun thing in the world?”
“Tsk! Anyway, Madou are not allowed to do this.”
“Hehe, modou. Do you know that Confucius has more notoriety these days?"
"That's what people misunderstand."
“Yes, they say there are no tombs without excuses for that. Even if a virgin gives birth to her child, she has something to say.”
“The grave is a word suitable for an old man who will soon be entering. I am a man, so I will never have children.”
I did not give up and accepted it.
Old sim looked at the yeon jeokha who stubbornly denied it with pitiful eyes.
In fact, Jegal Seung-woon touched Yeon Jeok-ha's most sensitive part.
As his relationship with Namgungyeon deepened, he became conscious of the people around him.
He was worried that Namgung-Yeon would hear strange noises because of him.
Then she heard the word cow dung, so she had no choice but to explode.
To be honest, it could be said that it was luck that the musketeer ended up with such an injury.
***
Cheonjimaeng has a sense of consciousness.
Hundreds of unmanned people reside there, so getting injured is a common occurrence, so he created a clinic.
Footnotes of Uigak Shim Ki-won carefully opened his mouth after applying golden spears to the musketeer's face.
“Sir, may I cover my face with a clean cloth?”
The body is already tightly wrapped.
Only the face is the problem.
Cover with a cloth to avoid contact with outsiders.
If there is something to meet with a customer, it would be difficult, so I asked to confirm.
“Will you get better sooner if you do that?”
“Today the oozing is so bad, so it would be better to close it. If the scab settles down by tomorrow, you should be fine.”
“Then please close it. We have to continue negotiations as soon as possible.”
"yes."
Shim Ki-won wrapped Jegal Seung-un's face in a cloth.
Immediately, the ointment and the gold powder congealed and leaked out onto the cloth in a yellow color.
'Tsk! It's like cruel green forest. To make someone who works hard for the safety of the world like this... … .’
I've been working in the Chunji League for a long time, but I've never seen a Madou that made people this way.
'ha!'
When I thought of the musketeer who would live with the checkerboard-like scars on his face for the rest of his life, I let out a sigh.
When Shim Ki-won returned, Jegal Seung-un walked in front of Dong-gyeong.
Looking at his face, he looked like a living mummy.
“Quickly… … .”
The head of the Zhuge family and the commander of the Cheonji-Meng, this is what he looks like!
The more I think about it, the more I get angry and the trembling won't stop.
“that bastard… … .”
However, the moment he remembered Yeon Jeok-ha, Jegal Seung-woon's complexion turned pale.
Just thinking about him caught his breath.
A face like a savagery running towards him and that terrible swordsmanship.
In an instant, Jegal Seung-un unknowingly bent his waist and gasped for breath.
"omg! omg… … .”
The tip of his nose smelled the scent of his own blood.
Then, his skin cracked open, and the area was filled with the thick smell of blood.
Jegal Seungwoon, trembling, raised his hands in front of his eyes.
The blood was really shining through the rag.
I was alone with my skin torn apart by the terrifying memories of him.
My body and mind were torn to pieces by the black air.
' I, I... … .’
Jegal Seung-un couldn't help but despair at his own weakness.
My body and mind are torn apart just by thinking about him. What kind of revenge is this?
A gentle voice came to his ears as he stood stunned.
“Musketeer, are you there?”
He was a martial artist, the leader of the Cheonjimaeng.
Jegal Seung-un hurriedly calmed down his disturbed mind and brought him inside.
The Mugeuk Merchant was speechless for a while at the sight of Jegal Seung-un, who had turned into mummy.
In the end, Jegal Seung-woon got lucky first.
“I’m sorry for making you look ugly.”
“Hey, no. Rather, it is my fault for neglecting it until this happens. I didn’t know that the discipline of the Cheonjimaeng fell to the ground like this.”
However, Mugeuk Merchant did not say that he would ‘set the discipline right’.
Cheonjimaeng was a sinking ship.
Everyone knew that the Cheonjimaeng would be disbanded.
Criticism could be poured out on the enemy, but no further action was possible.
"ha! Since I provided an excuse, I have no intention of blaming anyone. It was too much, but it was enough to make the practitioner angry. But I swear I had no intention of mocking anyone.”
"I understand."
The martial artist nodded his head.
He was grateful that Jegal Seung-un did not demand punishment for his younger brother.
If he did, he would have only embarrassed himself.
"and… … I plan to leave Gangho once this negotiation ends.”
His eyes widened at the unexpected remark.
“That word can’t be… … .”
“Yes, if the musketeer said that it was gold dust, it would seem excessive, and I would like to retire.”
“Jegal Daehyeop. The Cheonjimaeng-Eun, no, the political faction needs a great deal of management. don't you know? Now, if the Cheonji League is disbanded, the whole world will fall into chaos. Retirement at such a critical time? That's not to say.”
“Thank you for looking up to me. However, even if it is not me, there are many talented people who will devote themselves to the political faction.”
“Hey, who do you think can replace Daehyeop?”
“There is nothing far to look at. Isn't there a head of the Gongsun family in the negotiating team? If he is, he will serve the lord better than I can.”
The Mugeuk Merchant hesitated.
Gongson Illang and Gongson Ki were once the equipment that trembled the whole world together with the new knight Jegal Seung-un.
In the meantime, the family of Gongson did not come to the fore for the family of Zhuge.
If the Zhuge family is the military family, the Gongsun family is the legal family.
Just as much as the Zhuge family's mercenary skill, the Gongson family's chisetsu is as useful as it is.
“Jegal Daehyeop, please think again. The Gongsun family is also great, but now is the time of great upheaval. Only the enemies will like it if the Zhuge family takes their hands off management.”
At the words of the leader, Jegal Seung-un shook his head.
Even in the event of a cataclysmic war, what can the coalition of political factions do?
The famous religion has been trying to ban the Chilpamun and the four generations for a hundred years.
Even if it is possible to avoid the prohibition, it is not easy to overcome the famous school.
It is impossible for a political faction to deal with a famous religion that could not be stopped even by a political faction alliance.
Now we have no choice but to wait for the famous bridge to collapse on its own.
Such a vague wait could be said to be suitable for a Gongsun family.
“Lord, when the leader of the original cult is defeated, he disappears without a trace. It is only because there is a rare witch named Eighthwangsinmo who is famous.”
“You have to lead her sect union under the rule of that witch.”
“I don't want to admit it, but the Eighthwangsinmo is the best person in the world, on a different level from the top 10 masters in the world. no maybe she is she It may be the best person of all time.”
The Merchant's complexion darkened.
Even after hearing such absurd words, he could not refute them.
Ever since Hyeonmu-dae was massacred by Mu-sang-doje, Eight Hwangsin-mo has been regarded as such a being.
“Who can kill that witch? Absolutely not.”
“Huh… … .”
“But as long as the witch is also human, she cannot escape her birth, old age and sickness. Have you already passed the age of two (120 years)? From now on, it is a race against time.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“If something goes wrong with her witch, the famous church will collapse from within. Waiting for the famous church to collapse and cracking down on factional alliances, it's more legal than sick leave. Make Gongsun Yilang your musketeer. Even the six generations and the four generations will not oppose it.”
A bitter smile appeared on the Merchant's face.
In fact, Gongson-gi was the only person in the political faction with the level of competence and experience of Jegal Seung-un.
“Jegal Daehyeop, I would like you to ponder the matter a little more carefully. Talk to you again after the war with the famous cult is over. Isn't it urgent?”
“However, my opinion will not change.”
“Grunt!”
A sound of pain escaped from the Merchant's mouth.
Jegal Seung-woon's eyes, revealed through the cloth, were deeply sunken. At best he was calm, at worst he seemed half-dead.
