Volcanic Spirit

At first glance, Namgoong Chae-rin seemed lost in thought.

One, he looked steadily at Lee Hwon, who was sitting opposite him with his eyes wide open. When I saw him in the mountain, I thought he was a child who was not afraid of the sky. Among the latter ranks, he was considered to be a manic tourniquet in front of the old masters of Gangho.

The evaluation has changed a lot.

I didn't know the nickname "gumje" would be so vain.’

He boasted enough prestige to keep up with when discussing it.

He was a swordsman, too.

Although Gangho had five swordsmen, it was not enough to lose its prestige. In other words, when he stepped forward, it was enough for the long writers and householders of the Gupao family to greet him.

'I can't believe I'm in this situation.’

He also maintained good relations with other swordsmen.

There were dozens of meetings with them, and there were many discussions throughout the night. But when I rubbed them, I wasn't as helpless as last time.

'I don't know if they'll do well.’

Namgoong Chae-rin sighed unconsciously as she looked at Lee Hwon.

This is because Lee Hwon rolled his feet in the carriage like a child in a flock.

"Ah! It's not funny. It's not funny. I'm bored out of my mind."

His forehead was distorted by the way he grumbled like a child of a rich family.

Then the carriage stopped.

Lee Hwon's face was contorted like a scoundrel.

"Again!"

The coroner opened the door and gestured at Lee Hwon.

"Yes, again. I can't trust you, so I have to fix it! Come out right now."

Namgoong Chae-rin glanced away.

I didn't want to be nagged at because I was tied up with Lee Hwon.

"Let's have a drink."

"There's someone else to drink. Come out."

The postmortem was firm.

Eventually, Lee Hwon took a deep breath and jumped out of the carriage. I couldn't help it now that a manga lover asked me to take good care of her.

"It happened when I was twenty-two."

"Did martial arts exist in those days?”

The medical examiner added the words, dropping Lee Hwon's joke behind his ears.

"I saw a crying child passing through Hwajeonmin Village. My father was taken away by the bandits. Hana I was on the verge of getting a start. I had to find a safe place at any time and settle my realization. What do you think I would have done then?"

"Why don't you find him after you've learned as quickly as possible?”

"The world doesn't go back to the checkout counter that much!"

Lee Hwon breathed a breath without knowing it.

It's like this every day.

BoA wanted to improve Lee Hwon's words and behavior. As the center of the Volcano Federation, it was considered a matter of course since it was located in the volcano. Above all, Lee Hwon was worried about who would become the reputation of a manga lover. The result was a nagging that he should be a counselor every day.

'Yong-ho's been a long time, and those who said they were going to take the initiative can't make eye contact with him.'

Even Namgoong Chaerin refused to intervene in postmortem affairs.

'I have to do it.’

If there was a hair loss, I would have delayed it somehow.

Without him, Lee Hwon had to take care of himself.

"Let's make a bet."

"Giving?"

"You don't think I'll change overnight anyway. So I don't know if I'll really be a sponsor if I lose, but at least I'll make sure I don't. How is it?"

The doctor raised the corners of his mouth.

"Okay!"

"You don't listen to the terms of your death?”

"I don't care, if it's not alcohol!"

She was confident.

I've never lost to someone in a hundred years. Moreover, considering Lee's age, his knowledge and experience must have been limited.

However, I made the first remark because I was drunk.

But isn't Lee Hwon willing to accept it?

"Okay. Hey! I know you're looking this way, so please come out and watch the referee."

Namgoong Chaerin crept out of the carriage. As a result of the device, Yongho Gwanju also showed curiosity and settled in one corner.

"Ssangjun! Bring it."

The medical examiner must have thought he was bringing something great.

"You've been knocking since morning, and you made it?”

Pungbaekjeon Hall and Bokujeon Hall brought chairs made of wooden pieces. Bok Woo-jeon had developed his dexterity while serving as a commissioned officer. He smiled a smile of remorse at the stool of Pungbaekjeon, which was weaker than he was.

"Sit down."

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

"Look at that tree."

Ahead of the fork, two trees stood tall and shaded the area.

"Pick one tree at a time and wait for half an hour."

"That's not the end, is it?"

"Yes. This place is thickly wooded and has a lot of mules. We're betting on who gets a lot of birds on the trees they pick."

The examination has narrowed the span of the eye.

After getting off the boat last night, Lee Hwon's hunch never disappeared. So it was a bet that anyone could see left to chance. I burst out laughing when I thought that far.

'It would be a good thing for you to call it a fifty-fifty match.’

She readily accepted the bet.

Above all, I didn't think of losing because the betting process was omitted.

"May I have a drink, then?"”

"Click, do as you please. It won't make any difference if your life's debauchery increases half the time."

"The Namgoong tax would be full of observers."

"Let's do it."

The party remained silent.

Didn't you watch Lee Hwon suffer from the autopsy for a few days? Neither of them was normal when they saw it. Whoever it was, it was clear that he would catch the pods and make them the main culprit of defeat.

That's how it went.

"Hmm."

The postmortem drooped with an expression of apprehension.

It was hard to endure the boring time because he didn't have much life left. Again, the facial expression of the postmortem was distorted.

"Hmm, did you just want to take a break?"

"Maybe."

At Lee Hwon's reply, the black man frowned.

Time passed again and the end of the bet came.

Fortunately, a bird appeared within the time limit.

"You're coming."

"Even if you come, there's no guarantee you're headed for the tree we've taken."

However, the bird that was flying might be flapping its wings on the tree that Lee Hwon took. Yi Hwon was relaxed, and the sword drooped nervously.

'It could be the last time.’

The medical examiner gathered his breath and fired a wave of air.

As soon as the energy of the place where the bird was heading was shaking, he turned his head to the other side and sat down on the tree that Geomhu had chosen.

"You wrote my work.”

Lee Hwon's remark gave the black man a snort.

"Hoot, have you seen it? This is the strong one. It doesn't flow to the right direction, and no one knows when and what happens. That's why you have to live solidly with the right thing as a belief."

"I see."

Namgoong Chae-rin slipped in, perhaps bored.

"The process is important for anything. If you wanted to make a bet, you should have looked at the process and discussed the pros and cons. If you have a big one, you have to think a lot about small things. It's not wrong that the M.E. did it because there were no restrictions on the use of internal organs."

The postmortem shrugged.

"He's not much of a fan, but he is."

Lee Hwon grinned.

"So is he. But we still have time."

The postmortem narrowed his forehead by looking at the mysterious look of Lee Hwon.

If a bird flies in again, its ability to coordinate the flag will determine the winner or loser or not.

You're not going to compete with me?’

No matter how great Lee Hwon is, it can't be impossible. That was the difference between a warrior who had his foot on the absolute horizon and a warrior who had not.

And like a miracle, a bird flew in.

The coroner's office fired a wave this time, too.

The bird fluttered and changed its direction because of its blatant airflow.

'That's it.

Then Lee Hwon sprang to his feet and swung his hands.

The moment he poured his blood into his veins, the redness overflowed, and the bird bounced off with its wings bent. Then, he hit the tree that Lee Hwon took and flew away.

"You!"

The postmortem opened its eyes.

"What are you doing?"

I thought that it would not be done by a person with a sound mind.

Therefore, the postmortem was full of anger.

"Isn't it the postmortem that you first used the internal organs?"

"You! Are you degrading me now?"

Hana Lee Hwon added words without changing her expression.

"The bet was to reach the tree in the first place."

"There was no talk of getting up like you and putting all your energy into it."

Namgoong Chaerin opened her eyes wide.

"Oh! Come to think of it, I just told the medical examiner to sit down. There was no law against getting up. And he said, "You don't have to sit on a tree, you just have to touch it."”

He was astonished as he spoke.

If it's a postmortem, isn't he the most grown-up in the political circle He had even climbed a volcano and celebrated his birthday after decades of seclusion. He was surprised that he had a wicked mind for such a person.

'You can't judge him as you see him.’

Lee Hwon looked down at the postmortem and said,

"I treat everything like a drink. No matter how cheap it is, I try my best to get a drink. The same goes for Gang-ho. If something happens, I'll find a way. If that's the way for my people, I don't mind bad ways."

"Is it okay to be ostracized because it's Samaritan?"

"I like volcanoes, plum blossoms, and alcohol. The best combination of these three is the catering office."

“······.”

"I have never revealed my political affiliation, and I have not been helped to become the party'

"Did you say that to him?"

Lee Hwon said with a grin.

"That's why I became a drinking buddy."

The postmortem breathed a breath.

"Huuu. Tomorrow in the political wave is like fog."

"Even if you're in the fog, you'll get lost and you won't get hurt or die."

"You can call the mouth a heavenly horse."

Lee Hwon smiled instead of answering.

The postmortem also gave a false laugh.

What she was worried about was the repercussions of Lee Hwon's flirtime. However, it was impossible to treat him as a junior as long as he made his own beliefs and acted.

"Okay. I admit that, too. Then it would be a draw."

The postmortem smiled, hinting at the appearance of a great man.

Hana Lee Hwon shrugged and stepped backward.

"You?"

Then, he turned his back to the doctor's office when he called him, and suddenly, he spread his arms in a dramatic way. For a moment, he reached a fork and climbed a tree. Then he took the dead bird out of his arms and put it up and said,

"It's not half-time yet."

Pungbaekjeon and Bokwoojeon, which were sitting idly watching, looked at each other.

'You're mean!

"You're cowardly!"

Then there was a curious cry from Lee Hwon.

"Referee! Acknowledged?"

Namgoong Chae-rin was the only member of the party who did not enjoy the situation.

The moment the insidiousness was added to the insanity, the spine gave me goose bumps.

"Hoo, I'll admit it."

Lee Hwon stared into the air with a smile.

"It's not half-time yet."

If the postmortem had caught a bird, the game would be back to square one. One she laughed a lot and shook her hand.

"That's enough. It's funny running around at this age to catch birds. I lost this bet. What was your wish?"

"I'll tell you later."

Yi Hwon jumped down the tree and stood in front of Namgung Chaerin.

"Looking at your expression, you seem to have changed your mind.”

"I don't know what you mean."

"If you don't call me, I'll call you.”

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

The redness spread like fog around Lee Hwon.

He shouted for the crossroad.

"Stop peeping and get out!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun