Volcanic Spirit

Lee Hwon frowned as if he had drunk rotten liquor.

'That old man hasn't changed a bit.'

The opponent was more free-spirited than his hypocrisy.

And he is notorious for not letting go once he bites.

Of course, it was only for Samaritan.

But that doesn't mean the political factions liked it.

In particular, the latter players avoided their seats just by hearing that the old woman had risen. When I met a political faction's late leader, I tried to act like a slave, saying, "You are my son or I am my grandson."

They had to talk to each other, not to mention food, clothing, and shelter.

In addition, it was at the old woman's disposal when she would be released.

'Even if I stepped on the poop, I stepped on it properly.’

As soon as Lee Hwon recalled his anecdote with the old woman before his return, he felt bloated.

I was just visiting because there was a delicious drink.

It was a drink prepared for the anniversary of his ancestors, but the taste was far from understandable. took away; drank pleasantly. It was clear that it was a bad thing, but isn't it a small anecdote that can't even be remembered by a six-star monster?

The problem was afterwards.

The old woman was close to the ship's owner.

So she's been after Lee Hwon for years.

'Now you look like a political backstabber, but there's nothing good about getting tangled up.’

However, that does not mean we can turn back coldly. A while ago, Talma reported that the old woman was participating in the league's inaugural ceremony. If he pretended not to know now, he would have caused problems at the inauguration ceremony.

[Did you have a family?]]

Talma stuck out her lips as if to see a traitor.

[You can't be true!]

In the meantime, the wallpads spoke in an irritating tone.

"You were your grandmother? What if you let an old man walk around alone? What if you get hurt!"

You're such a sucker.

In the meantime, the old woman moved first.

She rose slowly and approached the wallpas.

"Lend me that.”

The owner changed so quickly that it was impossible to confirm whether the wallpae had given him a gourd or taken away. The latter was evident in the way the wallpads looked puzzled.

"You have a grandmother in your house?"

The old woman tapped the gourd with her fingers as she spoke.

Each time, Bakdo bounced away with a split. It was much more difficult than breaking or shattering the province. There is no doubt that they know Kang Ho's maxim.

Watch out for old people, women, and children.

"Be good to you. Sooner or later you'll be sad."

The chief of the wallpads knelt down, throwing out the gourd immediately.

"Yes, sir! The moment I first met you, I almost cried when I remembered my grandmother who was cooking porridge for me at home. Please show me mercy and I'll be quiet for a while without doing anything useless."

I felt it from the start, but it wasn't normal for a wallpaper.

If she was unlucky, she would have been cut short by a blind knife, but the old woman must have enjoyed the image of such a wallpaper.

"Oh no! It's my knee.”

The old woman called the merchant on the other side after putting the gourd on her lap, which was only half left. The merchant approached with a bright smile as if he had been revived.

"Give thanks to the Lord,은····.""

"Yi Hal."

The merchant blinked at the old woman's words.

"What? What do you mean, ······?"

"Leave the two halves of the goods behind you. From the looks of the goods, you won't lose any money. When you meet a bandit, you don't pay a full percentage of your goods as a toll tax. You've met them unluckily, but he's also something you have to go through as soon as you go up and down. Don't turn me down because this old man made fun of his short tongue and recommended it until his lips were dry."

Lee Hwon smiled in vain.

It looked like a soft atmosphere with a calm tone, but every time I tapped the gourd with my finger, holes were running everywhere.

"He, then, is it okay to work,."·."···."."

The old woman's forehead was wrinkled.

She stretched out her two fingers and said,

"There are two in the sea.”

"But here, 이곳은 이곳은·.".".""

"Where I am is the sea.”

The merchant could not stretch any further.

At first glance it seemed to be the women's association of political factions, but at the turn of events it looked like a half-crazy old man. Looking back, there was a fight, but it wasn't normal since he pretended to eat noodles.

In the end he accepted with a nod.

They handed out two halves of goods to the wallpads, and only after hugging each other and praying for a healthy victory were they able to get out of the cup.

"Oh, my back."

The old woman patted on the back, as if she had done so after the wallpads and merchants left.

"Stop acting.”

The old woman screamed at Lee Hwon's sullen remark.

"You bastard! Smoke! I'm already a hundred years old. When I'm my age, breathing can twist my organs! You guys know that?”

Yi Hwon turned around, beckoning the mask.

"Let's go."

Before I could take a few steps, I could hear the old woman's pain. She coughed in vain as if she were trying to cut her blood.

"Oh, my back hurts and I wish someone would give me a ride! Kang Ho's morals couldn't fall to the ground, so you dug into the underground rock."

Lee Hwon shrugged and said.

"If you need a carriage, go. You seem to have a hard time walking, but I can handle it.”

"You bastard! You should have someone to drive the carriage."

Talma couldn't understand the situation.

Above all, isn't this the first time Lee Hwon has been so troubled?

[Brother, who is it?] Do you know him?]

I was sick and tired of not knowing.

"It's a medical examination."

At Lee Hwon's words, Talma had a blatant look of disappointment.

It's not something you can't understand.

If you are called Jeongpa Jeil Women's Association and Female Middle School First Lady, you will always think of a more solemn and benevolent postmortem. However, when an old woman, who seems to have thick bones with a wall pad, was struggling, it was hard to think of a postmortem. However, if you touch such a test, you will not be able to overcome it safely.

'I pray for your repose.’

As soon as Lee Hwon opened his distance from his mask, the old woman's new model approached like the wind. Then he hit his own grandson in the buttocks of the horse as if he were scolding him.

Puck!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The mask was relegated to a kneeling position.

"You bastard! You should think of respect when you see an old man. Are you disappointed? Can you still call him Jung-Fain with a heart in his heart?"

The postmortem was pretty cool.

If only we had not been swarming before that.

'Woo! I'm a thief,.'··.'.'.'.'.'

However, no one could argue about the Great Wall in the face of the sword. So I hid my inner feelings, but I couldn't bear my anger.

"You said you had a backache. I heard breathing can twist your organs. You look the most normal person here."

The medical examiner knocked on his back, becoming a crooked old lady.

"Click, this is the wisdom of life. Save your energy for the moment you need it. I've been trying so hard because of you, and I think I'm having a hard time. Take responsibility!"

Lee Hwon closed his eyes for a moment.

This is how the examination always goes.

The postscripts that she was with have achieved growth to the point where it is no exaggeration to say that she is a parenthesis. She spared no lessons in life, even though the postmortem seemed to tease her.

One who lives an eccentric, but restrained life.

That was the assessment of the medical examiner of the time, the insanity.

"Drive the carriage."

The mask opened its eyes wide.

It must have been strange for a person who was reluctant a little while ago to ask for company. Hana Lee Hwon removed "Give it to me" as if he had already made up his mind, and opened the way for the postmortem.

He was a hard opponent to shake off anyway.

So it would have been better to coax him into helping the Volcano Federation. Above all, is there anyone who can replace the post-mortem care?

"What are you doing? Grab the reins."

Talma climbed onto the carriage with a smile of some uneasiness behind her. Yi Hwon tried to sit by the side of the mask, but the postmortem beckoned him to the side seat.

"Why me?"

At Lee Hwon's question, the black man looked at him with a curious look.

"It's been 30 years since I left the country. But you know me very well without knowing why."

This problem used to occur when it overlapped with pre-regression memories.

So Yi Hwon skillfully changed the subject.

"You should have listened to so many episodes of postmortem, who is a middle school girl.”

"You are not old enough to know the difference between what you see and hear. I won't pry into one thing. How can there be no one in a strong team? If it's going to be known anyway, it'll be known by itself."

"You haven't answered my question yet. Why me?"

"What are you talking about?"

The coroner asked back with a look of ignorance.

Roh Kang-ho's innocent expression, which had enough worms in his stomach, pulled his back.

"Since you left the Jusan Islands and came to Hobuk Infinite, wouldn't you have come to meet Ngdang Wudangpa and Jegal Sega? And the M.E. will have plenty of fathers to release their children. But why me?"

At Lee Hwon's question, Geom-hoo gave a broad smile.

"Huh, wouldn't you just pass by a 20-year-old junior whose top exhibition is open as soon as you set foot on land in decades?"

That's an unexpected answer.

The opening of the upper exhibition hall was not a kind of exhibition that could be seen with the eyes or felt with a hunch. If there was no mental vision among the abilities allowed only to the master of absolute geography, he would never notice. It is the master of absolute geography that, when one's heart is in a state of depression, one's inner workings explode on its own, presses the opponent and leads to death.

Therefore, the medical examiner also means that he has entered the absolute landscape.

'It would be a similar distribution to your teacher.'

The Manga Chug took Shinma's deep breath and set foot on the absolute horizon. However, the postmortem has been defeated by its own strength. The sense of instinct, which was accepted by the astronomer's deep learning, was constantly alarmed.

It seemed to warn that further dialogue was not good.

But Lee Hwon's question is not over yet.

Even if the opponent was a master of absolute geography, it was possible to distinguish him from his colleagues or enemies only if he knew.

"You thought I was the backstop of the political faction just by opening the top half?”

"Wasn't it?"

I couldn't find the right answer to the natural question after the examination.

So I asked the question that I wanted to calm down.

"I want to tell you a story."

"Yes, there's still a long way to the volcano."

"For example. There's a monster who loves to drink. There's nothing you can't do for alcohol. It's called Jeongsajigan, but it's no different from Sima Odo in terms of propensity. But what if he stole and drank alcohol left by an acquaintance of the M.E.'s?"

It was a pre-regression story, but the postmortem answered negligently.

"What's wrong with a drunkard?"

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

'You weren't that kind of person!’

change one's words a little by doing

"But if the M.E. had been chasing him for years, why?"

"I don't drive you away."

"What if they were after you?”

The mask shook the reins and turned around.

Ignoring his expression, 'What's wrong with him today?' he stared at the autopsy. The postmortem only opened his mouth after facing Lee Hwon's clear eyes.

"It must have been close.”

This is also an unexpected answer.

"What?"

Otherwise, he would not spend years on a mere piece of shit. I still live with gratitude every day. So I really wanted to raise it, and if it was such a waste, I would give up my life and pursue it. If you've lived as a pillar of the political faction, you'll have to build a new pillar to save face."

Lee Hwon was unable to speak.

For years before his return, he was chased by the coroner and poured out all kinds of curses. How many times have you miraculously escaped from her sex?

But the postmortem is still an absolute master.’

So in ten years, you'll be a stronger master.

'You let it go.'

I was lucky, smart, and miraculously alive.

But it was all postmortem care.

She had followed Yi Hwon around and poured out all kinds of admonitions and incomprehensible words. It was a nagging remark at the time, but it would have sounded different from what it is now.

"I've called her grandchild, but she's not the real grandmother. So there's nothing to look at with such affectionate eyes."

Lee Hwon had nothing to say, so he only coughed in vainly.

However, as I watched the mountains spread out like folding screens in the distance, I was exclamated.

"Oh! Talking about alcohol and acquaintances reminds me of that chi."

“······.”

"There was a guy who was so good at making liquor. He must be quite old now, too."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes wide.

It's there.

Before his return, it was clear that he had stolen alcohol.

I can't remember the name now, but the area was vaguely remembered.

"You spoiled brat! Let's go to the circle!"

"Where is it?”

Lee Hwon shouted unconsciously.

"Go over there towards the second peak, and there's a village on the left."

The postmortem stared at Lee Hwon once again with a curious look.

"Well, I saw it a few days ago while passing by.

"Click, do you like to drink?"

Lee Hwon nodded proudly.

"Yes, I love it."

"Then I'll let you drink to your heart's content. The raw material of the liquor ···."."."."."."."

Talma poked her lips at the sight of the two men who were distracted by the talk of alcohol.

"The apprentice eats meat, drinks alcohol, and the postmortem? It's a good world."

Puck!

He looked back with fierce eyes from the shock that hit the back of his head. But isn't it Lee Hwon who showed his anger, not the autopsy?

"Come on, brother."

"There's nothing I can't say to my grandmother!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun