Chapter 127

It didn't take long for question marks to become exclamation marks, and exclamation marks to bewilderment and anger.

The first to break the silence was Jin Moo-gyeong.

"you… … "Your face flushed red, the sound of your breathing. Your fist twitched as if you wanted to hit my muzzle right away.

'Well, I'm really pissed off.'

It's cold. A dagger flies into the chest and pierces it. But don't worry. Because I have a strong shield.

"Uh-huh, Mu-gyeong-ah."

Jimin's face twisted at the low voice.

"older brother!"

"Taekyung must have thought of everything.

Aren't you?"

I deliberately lowered my eyes.

"no. Soje's thoughts were brief."

"huh?"

"Stop being curious… … But after hearing the story of my older brother, I realized.

That it is something that should never be possessed or hidden."

I didn't forget the directing that made my fist tremble as if my teeth were shaking just thinking about it.

"The Demonic Cult! Just hearing the names of those vicious bastards makes my teeth tremble!"

This is sincere. I'm good at making things, but there's a serious flaw that makes me a murderer soaked in madness!

"Huh."

There was a lot of affection in Jin Wi-kyung's eyes as he looked at me.

"It reminds me of a cute little kid who said he would become a council governor when he grows up. You were six years old then. Do you remember?"

of course not

Even the work of the year before last was vague, so do you have any idea what the original owner of this body did when he was six years old? But I nodded my head sadly.

"I remember it well. It was my only dream."

The case of the governor of Gyeonggi-do, as of today, that is my hope for the future when I was six years old.

"Hehe, that little guy has grown up so wonderfully."

Qin Yuqing smiled happily, and this time turned to the other two.

"You were there too. Yupin, do you remember?"

Hupin answered without a breath.

"I don't know about that, and then I remember starting bitching just ten years later. When I asked what he would be when he grew up, he said he was the most elegant boy in the world."

"If you are a hero, you must know the arts."

"I don't even know martial arts, but what do I do if I only know arts? The hero you are talking about is the hero of the night, the hero of courtesans. What are you talking about?"

"Be quiet. Our youngest has been exceptionally talented since he was little."

"So, those sprouts… uh ok, that's it I shouldn't talk."

Beep beep.

Jin Wei-jing, who neatly ignored Wi-Pang pouring alcohol out of the bottle, turned to the next runner.

"Mugyeong-ah. Now that you know the youngest's true heart, take your anger out."

Jin Moo-kyung, who was wearing an arrogant costume, opened his mouth.

"Can't we just hit that bastard?"

'Gee heh.'

"Only one. I quickly lowered my head at the cold voice.

"Forgive this ugly younger brother, second older brother."

"The guy who used to speak half-squeaks until now is talking like an older brother."

"Yes? Me?"

"Stop it. This is my final warning."

"No. You'd rather hit me. I'll gladly endure it if my brother's anger is resolved."

"Hey, you bastard!"

Jin Moo-gyeong, who jumped up, sat down again with a groan.

Seeing that the bandage tied around his chest was wet with red, it seemed that the wound had opened.

"Oh my brother, are you okay!"

"This child again… … Whoops!"

"Councilor, Congressman!"

The drinking party quickly turned into chaos.

Hupin muttered as he silently picked up the second bottle.

"The family is going well… … How well it works, it is the best in Shanxi.

Eventually, the atmosphere calmed down only after the lawmakers left.

I turned away from Jin Moo-gyeong's gaze, which seemed to tear me apart, and took out the power unit from my bosom.

"This is it."

It was red all over as if blood had been condensed.

Qin Wei-gyeong and Wei-feng carefully looked at the latent forces.

"Wupin, what do you think?"

"It smells like blood just by looking at it. It is a heinous thing."

"Did it really be made by the Demonic Cult?"

"Well, then it should feel demonic… I'm not sure."

"yes? something different."

The expressions on the faces of the two were very serious.

I'm curious about where and who made the latent team, so I decided to throw a hint.

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"They say it's called the Sleep Force."

"The Sleep Team?"

"Yes, I heard it directly from Pungyang's mouth."

Jin Moo-gyeong suddenly intervened.

"Pungyang? whenever?"

"When you pass out."

"… … Hoo-wook. Woo-wook."

No matter what anyone says, I am the only witness. When Jin Moo-kyung, who had not even been able to find a match, was breathing to calm down his anger, the other two were only deepening the gap between their eyebrows.

"A latent team, Wipin?"

"I am hearing it for the first time. If it's an item of the Demonic Cult with this level of potency, it must have been used during the Great War… …

"Maybe it's not the Demonic Cult?"

Their eyes turned to me.

"Isn't it the Demonic Cult?"

"What do you think?"

"There is no need to conclude from the beginning."

In fact, it was a word that came from the hope that if it was not a single ring made by the Demonic Cult, I would be able to take it back.

Of course, I had other thoughts of my own.

'As the elder.'

The enemy that was revealed on the surface in the last war was definitely the Hangsan Checkpoint, but the real enemy was the general.

It is my opinion that we should always keep in mind the possibility that there may be a third force rather than dichotomous speculation.

"Well, it just suddenly occurred to me."

The expressions on the faces of the two who heard everything I said were unusual. And the next moment, a very small voice came from Wipin's mouth.

It was a word that came out unconsciously like a moan.

"Amcheon… … "

"Wuppin."

Jin Wei-kyung's sharp eyes blocked the words that followed.

"Oh, sorry. I made a mistake."

Wipin hurriedly evades. But it's already too late.

It was after the two letters Amcheon were deeply embedded in my brain.

'Amcheon? What is it?'

Then, something unexpected happened.

belt ring.

-I obtained weak information about [Amcheon].

-The item description for [Latency Team] will be changed.

Sudden system notifications. I reached out my hand to Wipin, who was holding the latent force.

"Can I check it out for a minute?"

"Ah, of course."

I muttered in my heart to check the item, and immediately information about the latent team came up.

Finding the changed information was easy.

Description: A single ring manufactured in [Amcheon].

Instead of drastically increasing the user's latent power for about an hour, the cost follows. Don't take it unless it's the worst case scenario.

[someone unknown] disappears

The unfamiliar word [Amcheon] filled the spot.

'Looking at the context, it's clear that it's some kind of organization… …

Well, since they're the ones who make things like the Sleep Force, even compared to the Demonic Cult, it's obvious that they're the same rice.

Acheon.'

The naming sense of who built it is amazing. Two letters tell us that they are dubious, so these bastards are obviously dishonest. 99 percent sure

'It seems that Qin Yuqing and Wei Peng know something.'

The problem is that, judging from the reactions the two showed before, they would be extremely reluctant to disclose information about Amcheon.

'Should I stab him once?'

But before I could even open my mouth, Jin Moo-gyeong quickly asked.

"Amcheon? What is it?"

"that is… … An embarrassing light flashed across Jin Wei-gyeong's face.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you yet."

These are the words that came out of his mouth as he thought horribly of his younger siblings.

Qin Wei-qing said this, but there was no need to ask Wei-Peng.

"I apologize to the two princes, but I cannot tell you until it is clearer."

It's a firm attitude I've never seen before. Both I and Jin Moo-kyung realized that we had to step back from this point today.

However, the more I did, the more my curiosity about Amcheon grew.

'This is a secret that must be hidden from us.'

Aside from the lineage of the direct lineage of the family, Jin Moo-gyeong and I are the core masters of Taewon Jinga. If Jin Wi-gyeong's right arm is Wi-paeng, each of them can play the role of a left arm and one leg.

'Then it's a top secret that only the two of us know even within the family.'

I can't help but wonder because I'm a human too. In addition, the fact that the system, which had been silent during the anti-acid inspection, reacted also played a role.

'A top secret that only Amcheon, Jamryokdan, Jinwigyeong and Wipaeng know.'

A few keywords flash through my head.

OK, I've decided.

'I have to stop caring and live.'

Excessive curiosity shortens the lifeline. It's not even been a few days since I went to Hengshan Checkpoint to deliver mail and passed the critical point of death.

An enigmatic organization with an ominous name? It's obvious that you won't get a good look if you get involved.

"Come on, shall we stop talking about this and have a drink?"

Jin Wei-kyung forcibly ventilates the atmosphere.

Wi Paeng, who has already finished two bottles by himself, and Jin Mu-gyeong, who was injured, fill their glasses, but can I take it out? I took the drink Jin Wei-gyeong poured out and drank it all the way.

Gulp, gulp.

Fire wine, which is notorious for its high alcohol content, ran down my throat with hot heat.

Hey, isn't this a joke?

I knew that the alcohol was high, but after drinking it myself, it was more than I thought. At this rate, it seems that soju and beer cannot even hold out business cards.

Unlike me, who trembled, the other three immediately filled their empty glasses.

"drink!"

"Pour it in!"

"Run until you die!"

It was only after staying up all night drinking that I realized that Shanxi Province belongs to the North China region, and that North China men all have a huge drinking party.

noon the next day. Hyuk Moo-jin looked at me like a monster as I climbed the horse in a refreshing mood.

"Are you okay inside?"

"Uh, are you okay?"

"You didn't drink alone yesterday, did you? Or maybe you fell asleep in the middle."

"Yes, the four of us continued to drink."

"… … All of that?"

The boy opened his mouth wide.

"Does that make sense? Are you a person?"

"Everyone went in."

"My God, how many bottles did you drink all night?"

Units are wrong. It's a 'bottle' not a 'bottle'.

I constantly emptied the huge barrel that I saw in pirate movies and then emptied it again.

"Well, I think I drank close to 20 cans. I don't know because I haven't counted after ten."

"Huh, that's really great."

Hyuk Moo-jin raised his thumb in admiration, but suddenly the door of the inn opened and three zombies, no, three top-notch masters appeared.

"Huh."

"Woo-wook."

"Heo-eok, hee-eok."

Pale complexion, parched lips and narrow eyes.

The soldiers of the escort opened their eyes wide as they shuffled and entered the wagon without a single exception.

"Why is the carriage suddenly… …

"You seem to be in a very bad condition?"

"No way. Have you guys never had a drink with our lord? The main god, Wi-Pang. I don't know?"

"Wasn't Dae-lord's nickname a demon?"

"I don't know, but in terms of alcohol consumption, even a martial god would win. It's probably just because of the accumulated fatigue."

At that time, when the warriors were whispering, the carriage door burst open and a person jumped out and bowed.

"Kwaeok, Kwuweeeek!"

charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Seeing Wipin's back as he staggered back to the carriage after pouring out only the pale liquid for a long time, the soldier who had been making a lot of noise muttered in a bewildered voice.

"… … It can't be like this."

"It can't be like this. Who sees that hangover? He didn't sleep and drank like that, so it's okay for him to do that."

"Then, why is Sam Gongja-nim so fine?"

The escort's gaze was fixed on me.

A foul smell of alcohol wafting through the body. But on the contrary, she has a refreshing face and comfortable breathing.

"no way?"

"The Three Gongjanim beat the Daejunim?

the one who gave it?"

bustling intestines.

Now Hyuk Moo-jin was showing respect beyond admiration.

"Ah, too! The level of the chief who used to drink with gisaengs on fictitious days!"

"I remember the commander-in-chief's words that if the captain had drank for three more years, the pillars of the main house would have been uprooted. This is why he always had to rob public money!"

"… … Hey man."

It's not like we're alone, and if I put it that way, what's my image?

Even so, my face is about to cry at the stares from all directions.

"Chemm. Cuckoo hum!"

I coughed and glanced around, but what was this? The eyes of the black men are shining brighter than the morning stars in the night sky.

"The true Lord, Lord Lord."

"You're famous in Taewon's red light district.

Haven't you heard of Yawang?"

"Yawang? I can tell just by hearing the nickname. Originally, you had a reputation for drinking well."

"Not that… … that. that."

"Huh. Really?"

"I don't know. I've never seen it."

"It turned out that he was a real man."

belt ring.

– Those gathered here admire your drinking capacity and your majesty!

– Reputation rises by 20!

– Reputation rises by 22!

– Reputation rises by 25!

– When certain rumors spread, you can get related titles.

No f*ck, what is the reputation going up all the way?

And related titles. it's okay, let it go Please make me satisfied with the Shanxi Jamrong.

'stop. You crazy people… … I turned my head with shame for no reason, and I was able to face Hyuk Moo-jin, who was staring at a specific part of me.

"… … What are you doing now?"

"Ah, I was measuring it with an eye test for a while."

It's embarrassing to answer so confidently. Moojin Hyuk smiled brightly and held out her forearm.

"Hey, that's great too. lol."

I threw up a fist in return for the forearm.

Puck!