Volcanic Spirit

"It worked.”

The young man, who was shoulder to shoulder with the man's horse, raised his lip. A garden and a small pond were located below the three-story pavilion where they were located. And there was a fight in the pavilion by the pond. Rather than a fight, one person beat him up unilaterally.

"People couldn't see the true face of Lee Hwon because they were so concerned about the nickname 'All Hwan Gumje.'

"Soju's insight must be great."

Namgung Sega called the direct lineage "soju," while Banggye "gongja." Such titles were naturally replaced when they were given a nickname or assumed a family position. After all, soju was a tag attached to those who had not yet joined the strong team.

Among the immediate family members, the Namgoong Emperor had a great influence.

He had the Oe Won-ju, who oversees the Jegumbaek family, as his father, and was one of the few direct lineups who could call the Danggeum Ga-ju the uncle. Therefore, pride in the world and thirst for fame were unrivaled. For him, Lee Hwon was the object of envy and jealousy.

"We concluded after several days of back-tracking by Sega's scholars. He said it was hasty to see, and he didn't seem to look back, but it was actually insidious. You get a cause by stabbing the opponent's weakness, and then you act your way. But the academics conclude that even that unruly behavior is after thorough profit-and-loss calculations."

"So did you foretell that you would surely try to cause trouble?"

"It's not what I thought. The academics did."

"Let's say yes. So what are you going to do now?"

Namgoong Emperor bowed down to a middle-aged man.

"Now my uncle will help me."

The middle-aged man was born in Banggye and led the former prosecutor's office in Oewon. He is a servant of the eternity, and his blood ties with the Southern Palace species are Chilchon. Therefore, he also claimed to be an aide to Emperor Namgoong.

"You mean go and blame them, and apologize to Lee Hwon."

"And say you're sorry by cutting off your arm."

The eyes of Namgoong Jejong were strangely shiny.

The swordsman let out a slumber.

"Do you have to cut off those children's arms?”

The Emperor Namgoong nodded.

"I'm sure Lee Hwon thinks it's going his way. That's when you give me a choice. If you ask him to cut off his arm, he'll let the world know his hideousness, and if he dissuades you, he'll lose his strength. It's not a job to beat a once-in-a-lifetime loser."

The swordsman breathed a breath.

"That's not the problem. Why should I cut off their arms and do that?"

Namgoong Emperor smiled and shrugged.

"It's all right. I've already finished talking. They owe me something. I decided to make it seem like it never happened, and to give wealth and some lessons as well. I'm not as bad as you think I am."

The swordsman could not continue to speak to his twisted nephew. Eventually, he glanced out of the window without further advice and then went down the pavilion.

"Okay."

The big guy had already rolled around in blood.

Two handsome guys rushed in, but there was a beating that could not be called a fight. The women who used to shed the church from the pavilion are just one body to each other with a federal scream.

Yang Ho, who was a handsome guard, tried to run in with his men, but his inner workings came first.

"Detective!"

Dozens of fighters flocked near the winter gate, the entrance to the garden. At the forefront was Danhak, the Chuhon Geomje, with a group of uninhabited men who seemed to be standing on the border from the detached house to here.

Danhak said embarrassedly.

"What is this about?"

At that time, the whole sword was naturally mixed in.

"That's what I want to ask. What the hell is all this fuss about?”

As he appeared, the fighters and guards standing guard lowered their heads. He peeped at the injured and airlifted them to Lee Hwon.

"Not a full check?"

Lee Hwon did not lose his smile despite the sudden appearance of a master.

"Who is this?"

"It's besides Namgung Chaegung, who is in charge of the Outer Party of the Exchequer."

It was the appearance of a fairly high man.

According to Dahnhak, the private prosecutor's office said that although Waewon was composed of Jegumbaekga, the shrine was the place to support them. Namgung Chaegung was one of the ten most powerful shrines in the country.

"Oh! I'm Lee Hwon.

"Can you explain what happened?"

He did not take sides even though there was a quarrel as if to show the level of the Namgoong Sega. Hana Lee Hwon lightly ignored Namgoong Chaegoong's consideration.

"The answer is from over there."

I meant to ask the ones who got hit.

Namgoong Chaegoong opened his eyes slightly.

Lee Hwon's words and actions seemed to look down on people, making him feel uncomfortable. As Emperor Namgoong said, isn't it typical of a man who tries to gain by provoking his opponent?

"Don't leave out a single thing and report it!"

He asked the guard, not the one who was beaten.

Yang-ho was already half-moved by the fact that his opponent was a full-time sword. In addition to the world, the bayonet was famous in Jegumbaekga. Most of all, it was widely said that he came to the world after being invited by a family member.

"I thought he was the master of the volcano, but how did I know that he would be like a mule of municipal government? If I knew this would happen, I shouldn't have accepted the deal.’

I regret it belatedly, but there is no way.

I just hope that after being honest, I won't be harmed by the matter.

"It's here to see if it's lost. But after a little argument, ···."·."."."."

The eyes of the bayonet party soared in reverse.

"What? You did such disrespect to the noble guest of the Southern Palace? If you have a mouth, at least make an excuse!"

The beaten ones couldn't even raise their heads.

"The guard who touched the body of the nobleman, give up his exploits, and you men cut off your wrists!”

He must have been afraid to think of getting his hands cut even if he had promised in advance. They were white as a sheet, and they were fed up with only poking their lips.

The former prosecutor general offered his oath to Lee Hwon and apologized.

"I'll cut off their wrists and rule them with a fine line, so please relax your hearts go."

"Yes. Sure."

Lee Hwon's remark was followed by his words.

"The tax laws are strict, thorough, and strict. What? What did he say?”

The owner of the prosecutor's office took it as a matter of course that Lee Hwon would try to stop him. Isn't Lee Hwon in the current situation of the Namgoong tax? He thought that he would be generous to owe the Namgoong tax. So even after the unknowingly reply, I was perplexed.

"You want me to cut it.

The guards and guards were angry at the word of the bayonet.

A foreigner was behaving at the heart of Sega, so he could not bear a good heart.

One Lee Hwon had no qualms.

Rather, he rushed to those who were beaten.

"What are you doing? You're not cutting? You want me to cut it for you?”

Then suddenly, Yang Ho-ha picked up the sword he had dropped.

"Stretch out your wrists. I'll cut it clean."

"Laughing! You little brute! Yeah, cut it. Do you think you'll be safe after touching Namgoong Sega? "You are..."

Puck!

Lee Hwon has practiced so many times, and in the midst of this, he kicked the man's jaw, who was clearly cursed.

"You're not a Namgoong tax. And if you're going to blame me, you have to blame the guy who made you do it. Don't you?"

The faces of the hit men turned white in a different sense.

And the former prosecutor, who was asked, 'Isn't it?' couldn't manage his expression for a moment.

"What do you mean?"

"These guys aren't roommates. Someone out there somewhere trivial, even on the streets of the white streets."

“······.”

Lee Hwon smiled at the stiff-faced bayonet.

"Someone wanted to predict my behavior and set me up. It's clumsy. It's so clumsy that I'm ashamed to be on this board."

The former prosecutor general coughed in vain in a situation that was not in the script.

"Chem."

"If you wanted to imitate a ruse, you should've taken the one who did the right thing. He's obviously a spear-wielding guy. Oh! Was there any Changshui in the Southern Palace Sega?"

It can't be.

Namgoongse was a place where martial arts, including Taoism and Changshui, were treated as miscellaneous arts in order to become the prosecutor's office.

"And what are those women? Don't you think there's too little to laugh and talk about in the Namgoong Sega? You said Namgoong Sega is the best, the best, the best. If the men who were abandoned in the black and white houses tried to play tricks on me, I should thank them for their wrists. Ah! You were there too."

As soon as Lee Hwon pulled his foot back, Yang Ho collapsed with groaning. After Lee Hwon hit his lower abdomen, he grabbed his head and threw it.

"If you're so strict in the Southern Palace tax code, then you're guilty of calling him Confucius, if not treacherous, right?”

The swordsman gently closed his eyes.

The academic judgment was not wrong, and Yi Hwon acted as expected. However, the mistakes of Emperor Namgoong are smarter and stronger than Yi Hwon has figured out.

'It didn't make sense for the bell to touch a guest invited by the owner in the first place.’

In other words, Namgoong Jejong's desire to make a name in Kangho or Namgoongse has aroused anger.

Lee Hwon squatted down in front of the beaten men, not the leader of the bayonet.

"At this point, the plan has failed."

He took the big guy by the hand. After placing the sword on the wrist, the corners of the mouth were raised.

"Come on! So the guy who ordered you to do this will keep the promise he made you? Don't you think I'll keep it?”

"Whew!"

When Lee Hwon's eyes glistened red, the big guy got sick of him and grabbed his arm.

"It's a man. If the situation is urgent and difficult, you can do bad things. But it's your life, so you should have been more careful. Do you think this will work? Is this enough? You should have made sure to do it!"

Yi Hwon held a sword and aimed dozens of pavilions.

And the moment he threw the sword, the red glow flashed.

Quasik!

The sword shakes while being stuck in the third floor of the pavilion.

In the meantime, Lee Hwon's words burst out.

"Wouldn't you come out like this? You must be a coward if you see a sloppy little bastard making a poor plan. How long are you going to hide under the high roof?”

No response has returned from the Hana pavilion.

"Ha! This is more of a moron than I thought.”

Lee Hwon shifted his steps.

The Lord of the Exchequer stopped him.

"Detective. Everything's on me. So if you want to hold me responsible, ·····."."

He opened his eyes wide.

Lee Hwon, who was in front of him, is scattered like a vision.

"On the wall!"

"Stop it!"

Dozens of people followed Lee Hwon's cry for war-goldness.

Hana and Lee Hwon's new model moved five pages, flashing as if they were flashing as soon as they unfolded. And as soon as he recognized the beating of the pavilion's eaves, he opened the window and disappeared.

Bang!

Then a moment later, the Namgung bell bounced out of the window. It is more unrealistic to fly in a line at the height of the third floor.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

"Take it! Soju!"

cried the Lord of the Swords.

You'll fall into the pond, but if you fall defenselessly, your limbs won't work.

However, someone rose from beyond the fence and showed a splendid light attack. Stepping on the roof of the pavilion, he jumped and snatched the bell of Namgung. When I shook my wrist, the rope popped out and wrapped the pillar of the pavilion. At the moment of Namgoong Sega's performance of Cheonpungsin, the two men lightly descended in front of the pavilion.

Quaqam!

Lee Hwon dashed up the pavilion.

It was lowered like a lightning bolt, but there was no sound when it was lowered.

"Oh! See you again."

Changnyong Dangju Namgung Chaehwang still had his head raised with a grave face.

Lee Hwon smiled and waved his fingers.

"Give it to me."

"The offense of disrespect to the sword is unacceptable. We'll deal with it strictly according to our family's assumptions."

"No."

When Yi Hwon reached out, Namgung Chae Hwang snatched his wrist.

"This is the Namgoong tax."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly.

"My teacher told me. The place where the warrior stands is the Gangho. Each of them has his own story. This isn't Namgung Sega."

Namgoong Chaehwang narrowed Lee Hwon's forehead as the corners of his mouth went up.

At that moment, a lot of pressure weighed down the Namgoongchaehwang.

As soon as he breathed out his breath, Lee Hwon's hands wrapped around Namgoong Chae Hwang's wrists.

Quad Deuk!

Yi Hwon broke Namgung Chaehwang's wrist and recited it.

"Where I stand is my river."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun