Volcanic Spirit

5. Occupy the political affairs officer of Chuma. (2)

*

Lee Hwon gave a dim look.

A softly curved body is full of fragrant insides.

She seemed to face her long-lost lover.

He was so sad that he couldn't reach out even though he was in front of his eyes. I was afraid that the moment I touched it, it would be foggy and scattered.

"Ah."

A strange exclamation oozes out into the temple.

Sima Chung frowned and pulled out the cork of the Horik bottle with a haughty touch.

"What, what are you doing? Sniff, how's the test?"

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead to a deeper fragrance.

"Eh-la-la-a-la-la-la-la-la-la

"Curse, don't curse!"

Yi Hwon accepted the liquor bottle with the grumbling of Sima Chung falling behind his ears. I couldn't believe it even though I caught the bottle of alcohol and inhaled the aroma deeply.

I asked for this bottle just in case.

Hana Sima-chung gave Po Dae-woong an earring, and a bottle of liquor appeared before his eyes a moment later. When I asked the source, he gave money to an old man who was carrying daily necessities.

The power of money was strong before and now.

Lee Hwon sniffed alcohol for a long time with his nostrils wide open. And without hesitation, I put the cap in deep again and packed the bottle in my arms.

"Ah! Says Po Dae-woong. You said you would prepare a priest for the poor and daily necessities."

After nodding his head, Sima-chung jagged, looking at the varnish.

"He too?"

Lee Hwon shook his head, leaving Yang Chil's sparkling eyes behind.

"No. Only mine. To the highest quality."

"Al, okay. So deal, 거래······."

Sima Chung asked to learn immediately if his body was sweet.

Lee Hwon attached one condition.

"There's something you have to do before that."

"What is it?"

I covered my mouth with my index finger.

"Huh?"

"Don't say it."

Sima Chung narrowed the forehead.

Lee Hwon thought he was still joking, even though he was so serious. Lee Hwon, however, added without Samachung complaining.

"The eyes are the windows of the mind, and the mouth is the outlet of the energy. It is basic to breakfast during the air-conditioning breakfast to control breathing by opening and closing your mouth with appropriate force in the right? But you stutter too much. Actually, your stuttering is too much of a drawback. Aside from looking ridiculous, it's hard to see the right effect even if you have a dry breakfast."

"No, no, no, no! Teaching me, uh! The Unmanned."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

"Hey! What do you want from a man who teaches for money?"

Yang Chil-e is even complaining that you are trying to teach under the influence of alcohol. But this time again, he carefully closed his mouth and listened.

"Listen! Won-hwi is never a master. The same goes for you. What about me? Me too. What's the difference between me and Won-hwi? It's about eye contact and breathing. If you close your mouth, does your breathing work? Not enough for that?"

Much of it is a lie, of course.

However, Lee Hwon's head was filled with the realization that he could have become a super-highly accomplished master and a few uplifting pitches. It was as easy as building internal organs with blood to make Samachung beat Won Ji-hwi.

'It's also an embarrassment to hear him stammer.

Sima Chung was quickly persuaded.

Clearly, it was not difficult to control the rich master who knew nothing about the world.

"Come on! Don't talk from now on."

Sima Chung pointed to the paintbrush as if he still had some regrets.

"He, he too! Uh, you know."

Lee Hwon clicked his tongue looking at the paintbrush that was closing his mouth.

"He's just being intimidated."

No wonder Yang-chil didn't stammer to Lee Hwon at some point. Since entering the initial angle, he has been ostracized, and he has become only retic.

"Yang Chil, try memorizing the martial arts."

As soon as Lee Hwon's words fell, Yang Chil memorized the martial art as if he were reading it with his eyes.

"Smart."

Yang Chil grinned at Lee Hwon's words.

"That's the least I can do."

The big smile was erased, and the crying face took the place.

"And he's not even going to fight Won-hwi. My deal is to give some advice. Don't expect any more."

After a while the two faced each other at a moderate distance.

"Just give it a try."

Yi Hwon said, stirring a palm-length piece of wood as if it were a recruit.

Sima Chung stretched the wooden sword and kicked it up for a moment. His movements were better than his pupils, but he wasn't even good enough to boast about in the first place.

"It's a hard sword, not to look good."

As Lee Hwon predicted, Sima Chung's inspection was honest. Instead, it was a sword that could exert its maximum power by using minimal force.

One of the pros and cons was clear.

It would be great if it was right, but it would be in vain if it wasn't right.

While avoiding lightly, he pressed the inner wrist of Samachung with a piece of wood.

"Uh!"

Sima Chung, missing the wooden sword, opened his eyes wide as if he could not believe it.

"It's like you or Won-hwi. I can see it."

"Originally, uh! Did you hide your original skills?"

"Don't tell me. I've just been watching you guys from a long time ago."

It's a lie.

Hana Sima Chung nodded as if she knew it would happen.

"Come on! That's it for today."

Sima Chung frowned at Lee Hwon's words.

"Son Wen-hui has to recuperate by spring anyway. Don't jump to conclusions. It's enough just now to have the capacity to defend your wrist from your herbivores. Who can stop your sword?"

This is also a lie.

Sima Chung blushed and couldn't hide his good mood.

"He, then, tomorrow! Uh, here?"

Lee Hwon shook his head.

"I've got to go clean up the back eight. Have lunch tomorrow."

"Okay."

Sima Chung hesitated for a moment and added a word.

"Go, thank you, ·····"

"We're in a deal. Then let's not put feelings into it."

You just have to give something to give and get what you get.

Lee Hwon plans to leave the capital city without looking back when the achievement of the perforated hematopoeia reaches the third castle. So I wanted to decline from the very beginning when the useless luggage was stuck.

Sima Chung suddenly screamed.

"I said I wouldn't thank you. It's a deal, so I tried to warn you not to brag!"

I was already tired of getting involved with a little boy.

Lee Hwon shook his head and turned to his quarters.

When I thought of waking up and enjoying the moment, my steps were light.

"Your name is Chohyangju from now on. It means that it's the first time we've been together. Please take good care of me."

That night Yi Hwon had a hot time with Cho Hyang-ju, and was able to sleep as well as yesterday.

*

Backpal system meant the steps of a hundred-eight dogs heading from the entrance of a volcano to the initial angle. Hana had a separate staircase to the volcanic wave, and Baekpalgye was built because of the initial angle.

Therefore, there were no regular commuters.

In fact, it was during the entrance ceremony of the initial angle that people used the back octave system. It probably existed abandoned until graduation or the next rider was admitted. Therefore, the current system of back palms was rough with thin ice, full of wet leaves, and uncontrolled.

"This is how the show works."

However, it was a better training place for Lee Hwon.

A stone of the right size was laid out, and the soil was filled in between. So the stairs were wide and big, and it was slippery because of the winter weather.

"Oh! That's hot."

Just going up and down the stairs made the blood circulate violently.

In this way, the more the blood vessels stimulate the blood and blood vessels, the more the inner cavity will build up, and the body will also improve itself.

That's how ten days passed.

Due to Yoo Geon-pyeong's order, Yi Hwon's cleaning time was prohibited from entering the Baekpal world. That's why Sima Chung came to visit every day without being aware of other people's eyes. The work of getting rid of his gaps and growing his eyes continued. Surely Sima Chung has become lighter since he cut back on his words.

"Let's stop here for today. I never lost my breath during the six herbivores. But when it's the fourth herbivore and the fifth, it shows a gap."

"I know."

He turned taciturn in the last few days.

He only said what he needed, and if he thought it would be too long, he could even write and convey his meaning.

Lee Hwon grinned at Samachung as he accepted today's chi drink.

"Nice to meet you. Your name is Tilhyangju."

Sima Chung talked to her for a long time while looking at the figure.

"I wish you, uh! would have said, let's all grow up together, considering the Medical Association or friendship. Yup, you wouldn't have believed it."

"What are you saying?"

"The world, sniff! Like that, uh! Because it's not beautiful."

Lee Hwon said with a snort.

"How many kids will graduate from the elementary school and become disciple of their home school? The political affairs officer is dead. I'm sure Jin Mu-gwan is similar. I'm sure there'll be a couple of introductions at the service center. It's a place called Gangho's Prestigious Geo-pa."

As if to recall the past, his voice was deeply embedded.

"They decide everything by their own standards just because it's non-human. It's not a place where hard work doesn't work. By nature,·····."."."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly, blurring the end of his words.

A strange coffin appeared in the middle of the Baekpal world.

Sima Chung also belatedly discovered the coffins and grabbed the handle of the wooden sword.

"Are you Lee Hwon?"

Yi Hwon laughed in vain at the signs carved on the sleeves of the coffins.

"Are you a real officer?"

said the three officials, slowly narrowing the distance.

"Oh, yeah. Won-hwi said hello."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun