Volcanic Spirit

11, kidnapping is a crime. (3)

Giving rice cake to a hungry person solves hunger. Therefore, giving alcohol to old man who lost his alcohol would solve all problems. There could not be a comparable amount of alcohol with Yuk Tae-hwa Seobongju. Nevertheless, he did not abandon his optimism. Alcohol is not something you can make in a day. And only after it was completed would we know that it was a proper drink.

So how can there be such a good excuse to drag on time?

Lee Hwon went back to where he had fallen.

And sat quietly and waited for the old soldier's work to be finished.

"A drunkard is the only one who can beat logic with words."

One of them will be a hobby.

Before returning to Korea, they told them not to be entangled with alcohol when evaluating their tastes, to avoid drinking alcohol, and to leave a will if they are drunk. I'm going to start a fight that I can't lose on the honor of my hobby.

'Chewing.

Lee Hwon's eyes were filled with jars lined up in front of him. His goal is not simply to survive in the old army. The ultimate goal was to persuade him, to drink all the wine before him.

After a while, a chill came in.

"You're thinking about stealing another drink."

Unlike in the book, Lee Hwon did not avoid looking at the book.

There is no reason to be intimidated by mere hostile eyes.

Because I'm drunk.

"I drank Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju."

The old soldier's eyes grew as big as a tear.

"You, you bastard!"

“······.”

"I know what kind of liquor it is!"

Lee Hwon did not lose his composure even when he was grabbed by the collar. If Roh really decided to kill him anyway, there is no way for him to avoid even two sides of the sky.

"How can we not know the world's greatest master, Yuktae Cheonhwa Seobongju. Isn't it the legendary drink that you have to take care of your child every day for 30 years?"

"Do you steal it knowing that?"

"I just wasted the broken liquor and didn't steal it. As I said, Yuktae Cheonhwa Seobongju is a liquor made with sincerity and affection. So if he had an owner, he wouldn't have known the bottle was split. But the bottle's broken and I'm getting drunk, and I have to leave it alone? Of course, I thought the owner had passed away. I only drank on his behalf after bowing."

The old soldier shouted with anger as if he were shaking off the hardships of thirty years.

"I was on my way to fix it anyway. If only you didn't drink!"

"Why didn't you come sooner? Alcohol works only when it goes into your mouth. But if you didn't know until it had seeped into the ground and mixed into the stream!"

Yi Hwon cut off for a moment and then said firmly.

"You don't deserve the Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju."

"Why would you judge that!"

"When I drank water, the smell of mixed liquor was strong. This means that at least three days have passed. You didn't know, did you?"

"Shut up! I'll smash your head!"

The old soldier raised his hand.

He was only shaking and couldn't hit.

On the other hand, Lee Hwon's eyes are steady, and his breathing is rough as if angry. But inwardly, I was praying earnestly to heaven.

'Please ask. Bite me.'

The old man he saw was fiery, urgent.

So the reaction was a little slow.

If you give me one moment, I will never miss the flow of conversation.

As it is now.

"Wait! You've found Yuktae-Cheonhwa-Seobongju just by the scent mixed in the stream?"

I got caught. The fish took the bait.

Lee Hwon shouted as if he were right.

"If you're enjoying a real drink, you'll be able to gauge the wind mix."

"It can't be possible to doable?"

Lee Hwon glared at the old man's words.

"I am the successor to Ju Ryung-chun. It's possible."

Ju Ryung-cheon was nothing more than a drunken drunkard who compared himself to Kang Ho's prestigious political faction. The lie that I told to Buk Ri-hye, the owner of the palace of the Northern Sea Ice Palace, was also a logic that came to mind at Juryeongcheon Stream.

cloth infused with the spirit of alcohol

It was literally the name of a vain organization in which everything about alcohol was collectively passed down.

"Ha, every time he opens his mouth, it's a lie."

Lee Hwon is confident.

No matter who is in the world, even the best in the world, wouldn't it be a joke? It would have been true if Lee Hwon, who came back from the dead, came back alive.

"How old am I?"

"What?"

"If I were to tell you about the manufacture and utility of all the liquor here, would you believe me? Of course, I haven't learned all the secrets of Ju Ryung-cheon. Hana, you wouldn't know more than I do even if you've been drinking since you were born. Would you like to try it?"

The anger felt in the hand that holds the collar remains the same.

In other words, just because Lee Hwon is the successor of Ju Ryung-cheon does not mean that the disappeared alcohol will come back.

Now it was time to focus.

"I'll make you a more precious drink than Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju."

To deal with a transaction, return with a deal.

Sure enough, the old man asked, stealthily pulling his strength out of his hand.

"What?"

"You don't even have to wait 30 years like Yuktaehwa Seobongju. Not anymore. A year! Alcohol is complete in a year. If you're not going to kill me anyway, then putting another jar on the Sultan's table won't be a problem."

Yi Hwon was not afraid because he was with alcohol until the moment of his death. Therefore, there is no reason not to be confident in the reality with so many drinks.

"I don't believe you."

"A claim that you can't prove is nothing but empty talk."

"Okay. I'll try the test from now on."

Since then, the two have had questions and answers about alcohol all day long. There were some things that could not be answered or were wrong. However, Lee Hwon's knowledge and experience of drinking would have been so vast that even those who have studied it for decades could not follow. In the end, the old man did not get a suspicious look, but he had to say something out of his mouth unless he wanted to.

"Tell me the material."

Lee Hwon mentioned hundreds of ingredients as if he had waited.

Of course, they included the ingredients of the Cheongcheon Ice Sheet, which was made by melting the vinegar.

'Let's make my drink first.'

*

When Lee Hwon succeeded in persuading Roh, an unexpected situation was taking place near Jangseong.

Sulyong Dangju is still chasing after Buk Li-hye.

Her track record of fleeing under the cover of darkness was reported. She didn't know, but it's because one of the guards consistently left its mark. It took time to join because the siege was formed in the south, not in the north. Even the two versions went so far as well. So, on the third day, he was only near the village where Bukrihye stayed.

"That's strange. Time to get over the Wall if you do well. But I can't believe it stopped before the Wall.”

"Shall we get rid of them?"

The leader narrowed the gap while trying to send out a reconnaissance.

Someone showed up in the village.

"Isn't that a salve?"

The leader of the guard, who does not fall away from the side of Bukrihye, Sogungju, appeared first.

"O Kuk Pyo! I know it's nearby. If you have, show yourself."

"Party Pants, it could be a trap."

After a moment of thought, Sulyong Dangju appeared on the hill. In any case, there were only a dozen of Bukrihye's men, and the only one who could mix the sword was the owner of the guard.

"Long time no see."

"We're not in a relationship to say good-bye. The lady is calling. Do you have the courage to come and say hello?"

Saltworms have solved Sulyong Dangju's problem.

"Come, everybody. You'll have a drink."

The cup was empty.

Sulyong Dangju hardened his face after sitting opposite Buk Ri-hye. If it was a guesthouse near Jangseong, it should have been crowded with merchants and markers.

'Was he waiting for us?

Buk Li-hye drank without a word.

'Was the girl originally drunk?'

A moment later she poured a drink into the glass of Sulyong Dangju.

an unshakable calmness

If he had created what he used to be, he could now feel the freedom of a grown man.

"You've changed a lot in a hundred days. It's hard to see how young you used to be."

It was a mild provocation.

"Thanks to the week. Let's not blame each other for their superiors."

Sulyong Dangju couldn't release his expression.

Just as she followed a sick orabi, Sulyong Dangju followed Guryongjeonju. Guryongjeonju is the head of one of the two armed groups in the Ice Palace. However, judging from the atmosphere of Buk Ri-hye, she seemed to be trying to appease herself.

"I'm always suspected of loyalty because I don't have roots in the ice court, but I can't change the line. Since you offered me a drink, I'll serve you politely. Come with me."

Buk Li-hye raised the corners of her mouth.

"What if you had no choice but to change the rope?"

"What do you mean, ·."·········"

She held out a small box at the bewildered Sulyong Dangju.

"Gift. Open it."

Sulyong Dangju opened the ship and couldn't speak.

"Are you an ice pack?"

"You can eat here now. Anyone who has an ice court can tell. Whether this is true or not."

There were even six ice racks in the ship.

A medium-sized ice pack and five small ones.

"The number of chiefs has decreased. We'll have two left, so the owner will take care of it."

Sulyong Dangju could not take his eyes off the ice pack even though he listened to Buk Ri-hye's confident words. It was no different from the Great Whandan of Shaolin, or the Shindang's Jassodan, to the courtesans of the Ice Palace. Although the medicinal properties are incomparable, there was nothing like an ice pack to lift the ice ball.

"Why did this happen?"

"Do you think I've been chased for a hundred days?"

"Did you come to know how to handle ice wells?"

Instead of answering, Buk Li-hye smiled softly.

Sulyong Dangju gulped down his saliva.

There is no doubt about the energy felt in the ice age group.

In his head was a picture of the complete reversal of the power structure of the Ice Palace. If the restoration of the ice pack is known, the moderate will unconditionally change the line. Even in the opposition, there would have been many departures.

"What do you want from me?"

"Go back first. Four out of nine Tangjuks in Guryongjeon have no roots. Convince them. I will persuade the moderates to make the next princess."

Sulyong Dangju looked at the salts.

"Did you eat?"

The caterpillar smiled, showing its teeth.

"You may try it out. You've become strong enough to let 30 of you go at one o'clock a day."

The Sulyong Dangju raised himself after breathing heavily.

"I have something to do before I eat it."

As soon as Buk Li-hye tilted her head, Sulyong Dangju dashed out of the chair. Where he headed was the opposite side of Bukrihye, three guards aimed their swords at the sudden attack. Hana could not have been able to prevent the surprise attack of the party leader. The sword of the Lord struck the neck of the guard in the middle.

Argh!

Buk Li-hye laughed.

"Thank you. I was wondering how the owner was so good at following us, but the question was answered."

Sulyong Dangju took the ice pack only then.

A moment later, when he opened his eyes, there was a chill.

At least a couple of steps seemed to have gone up in the ice.

"It works well."

It's a joke that Buk Ri-hye said while drinking.

"You've really changed a lot."

"Well, is it because you opened your eyes to alcohol?"

The Sulyong Dangju knelt on one knee and shouted.

"Seolryong Dangju Oh Guk-pyo, I bet you the rest of your life."

Buk Li-hye smiled on her face, recalling the drunk thief.

'Now I'm really going! Stay alive until you see it again.’

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun