20demayo Chapter 236
Chapter 236
Episode 236
It was the next morning when Jinmu and Myung Se-chan returned to their party after finishing their secret conversation and breakfast.
Hwangsin, who had prepared the meal, quickly offered the bowl of soup in front of Jinmu.
However, the relationship between the two is strange.
Myung Se-chan stands upright until the shaman prosecutor sits down.
As if waiting for the owner to finish eating.
“You eat too. Soup cools down.”
“yes!”
A short answer that is extremely loyal.
Eunwidan could not understand the current situation. That kind of look was only seen by Cheonju in the past.
After a simple meal with wonder.
“Hmmmm.”
Myung Se-chan, who cleared his throat at everyone’s reaction, said coolly while sweeping his subordinates.
“Greetings. He is the former master of Mukryong and the one who will become the new Heavenly Father of Sapaecheon.”
“...yes?”
no wait Even if I acknowledged it as a former person, I can’t understand it because it’s so out of the blue.
“That Moonlord. No matter how you say it all of a sudden. Please explain... No matter how much ink dragons are used, they are shamans
.
“and! It throws up.”
Myung Sae-chan’s face distorts at Jinmu’s words as if he was laughing as he passed the tea served by Hwangshin.
why? what did you do wrong?
The moment he was puzzled, Myung Se-chan’s foot hit his face.
Fuck!
“Queuck!”
With a clunky hitting sound, the outer neck fell to the ground.
“You crazy bastard! If I am, so be it! Where do you throw your toe in front of the Lord? Now! uh!”
puck! puck! puck! puck!
No, I just asked
.
“It’s comfortable because you guys don’t get along very well, huh? Take these out! did you turn? Are you crazy?”
“...!”
Myung Sae-chan’s face turned into a demon with bloodshot eyes as he set up a double wick.
A long time.
almost three years? Or four years?
Due to the nature of intelligence organizations, the Silver Guard has always been beaten in the name of unconditional obedience to orders.
Of course, Myung Se-chan wasn’t like that from the beginning.
Who did you learn it from?
I learned everything from Hyeokryeonmoo-gang, the former Heavenly Master.
On the way to the map...
aka lowering beating... absurd... accumulated....
damn it. Even if they didn’t give him a lot of green sticks...
* * *
After a while, the captains of the Eunwidan, who had been beaten to the point that even their wet bodies were dusty, knelt beside Hwangshin with pale resin faces.
“Meet the new Heavenly Lord!”
Of course, the target they bowed down to was Jinmu.
I don’t understand the situation in which Hao Mun’s elite are polite to the Shaman District Prosecutor, but what can I do? Myung Se-chan is glaring at them with frost-like eyes.
I didn’t want to hit it any more.
If so, can you tell me what to do?
When the subordinates finished greeting Jinmu, Myung Se-chan took a deep breath and turned his gaze to the emperor.
“It’s been a while. I heard that you practiced God.”
The emperor only lowered his head without answering.
Looking at that figure, Jinmu remembered what he had been curious about and opened his mouth.
“Isn’t that guy really unable to talk?”
“yes? Oh no It made it impossible.”
“You didn’t let me?”
“yes. It was because of the martial arts he was learning, and I thought it would be better not to talk, so I didn’t let him.”
“...?”
I wonder
What was martial arts and what else prevented him from doing it?
“As you know since you came with me, this guy’s hearing is close to supersensible.”
“Ah, so you want to maximize that ability?”
“yes. Apparently, in order to deal with someone stronger than me, I think it would be better to focus on hearing rather than having him learn this and that.”
I understand what I hear.
“Just let them talk. It was frustrating.”
“...not doing it... it would probably be uncomfortable to hear...”
“Huh?”
“...”
It’s an expression of reluctance, not knowing what it is. Is it a sense of incongruity, like touching something that shouldn’t be touched?
“...is that so? Then maybe later.”
Jinmu couldn’t hide his doubts and looked at Hwangshin, but Myung Se-chan quickly changed the topic.
“God, where are you going now?”
The appearance of Myung Se-chan asking questions while rubbing his hands in a friendly tone showed a stark difference from when he was dealing with his subordinates.
“Well, I’d like to go to Cheonung’s room first.”
“I heard that Musketeers and Chundanju are coming this way with the Iron Swords.”
He does not hesitate to call an enemy he has never seen before as a musketeer. It was a natural reaction since he learned that Jinmu was the Hyeokryeon Mu Gang.
I looked at all the blood and even the veins to see if they were hiding, but I couldn’t find them.
Are you... you don’t have this bastard at all?
No self-determination dogma or solitude itself?
I’m going to live with the subject of feeding solitude to my subordinates and giving them the dogma to commit suicide?
What a worm like this...
I felt sorry for the subordinates who followed this bastard as their captain.
I couldn’t get angry, so I wanted to pull out my hair, but there was something I had to check.
“Hey, from now on, answer my questions well. That way you die less painfully.”
“...”
At Jinmu’s words, Muyoung shoots at him with poisonous air.
“Remove the gag.”
“yes!”
Seruk!
“What a dog...”
Chin!
As soon as he opened his mouth, Myung Se-chan stopped swearing by holding his chin with his hand.
“Just there.”
Myung Se-chan was roughly expecting the words that would come out of Moo-young’s mouth, and he knew that those words would be very disrespectful.
“Lord.”
Mu-young widens her eyes at the title calling Jin-mu.
thousand lords? Shameless sword?
If true, it’s really great information... but I found out too late.
“Do you want to do it yourself?”
“...What are you doing? Let’s see your skills after a long time.”
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, just figure out one thing instead. Where is the location of the Three Palaces?”
A conversation between Jinmu and Myung Sae-chan.
The location of the three palaces? Hey, let me know. It’s something to welcome with open arms if you’re going to walk into hell with your own feet.
But what do you mean by yourself?
While doubts and deep anxiety passed through Moo-young’s head, Myung Se-chan’s hand quickly took possession of his blood.
“Hey, tie it up.”
“...?”
and.
Moo Young-eun.
really.
I was right to the point of death.
Myung Se-chan’s brutal beating learned over Jinmu’s shoulder.
Originally, the way Seonmudang catches people. If Jinmu’s beating reached the level of art, Myung Se-chan’s beating was a little out of place somewhere, sometimes causing more pain.
“Uh, that’s not why I’m doing that.”
I feel like I’m going to run out of breath, but Jinmu pushes Myung Se-chan away with a disapproving expression.
“Look and learn. I mean, this isn’t easy. Even the slightest wrong hit will kill you.”
“...Because I’m still immature.”
immaturity? immaturity?? Don’t laugh, it hurts enough to die already!
Moo-young shook his head frantically with a cold expression.
“Now here it is.”
Fuck!
Moo-young’s eyes widen as if they would pop out at the exhilarating pain that pierces bloodletting.
Not even a moan comes out.
It hurts enough to want to beg for death.
“Ah... you skipped half an inch.”
“You also have a keen eye. This means that the location of blood is slightly different for each person. So you have to be very careful.”
“thank you.”
What are you teaching and what are you thankful for...
“Let’s try.”
“yes!”
What do you want me to do?
The question was quickly resolved by Myung Se-chan’s actions.
No, now even the master intervened and took turns beating the student. The more I get hit, the clearer my mind becomes, and the breathless pain pierces me without ceasing.
“Three degrees! It’s three degrees!”
“...”
When Moo-Young desperately calls out the location of Nameless Village, Jin-Moo looks at him blankly.
“A bastard named Captain... It’s too easy, isn’t it? Are you a lie? ”
“...what?”
“Sechan-ah, do it again.”
“...!”
Oh, these ruined babies would rather ...
Moo-young died while reciting the Samdo-pyeong Buddhist chanting until the end. I think I said something different at the end, but I think I heard it wrong.
“Was it really three degrees?”
Jinmu brushed his head around his chin and muttered before calling out to Myung Se-chan.
“Sechan.”
“yes?”
“Where is Samdo-pyeong?”
“well. Shall we find out?”
“okay. And find out where the soldiers of the Political Alliance are heading. As soon as possible.”
He might have lied about being the boss.
And if it really is the base of the palace, the Jeongmu-maeng should never arrive first.