Myst, Might, Mayhem Chapter 218

< Episode 61: Craftsman (2) >

-His two eyes were blind.

-what? Inside the wall?

Wall eye.

Although it refers to blue eyes, it also means people from the West.

Westerners are people who live in the western part of the central plains.

Although there was a distance between the main gate and the back pavilion from the stall in the square, Mok Gyeong-un, who was a master of flower scenery and had more developed five senses than ordinary people, noticed blue eyes shining through the gaps in the mask.

-Are you sure?

-The eyes of the mask were protruding, so it was dark inside so it was hard to see, but I could see them.

-Hmm. That’s so strange. This may not be Seojang or Xinjiang, but a person from the West region is an official of the imperial palace.

This was not uncommon.

Although it has interacted with the martial arts people in recent years and has become more open in many ways, the imperial palace can still be said to be more closed and conservative than any other group.

As expected, this country boasted that only the Han people were the center of the Central Plains.

Even Baehwagyo, a religion that came from the West, was said to be abusing the world and the people, so they arrested all those associated with it and destroyed the Sajok.

It could be said that it was very unusual for the imperial palace of such a country to hire a Westerner as an official rather than a slave.

-There must be some reason.

-That’s a carefree answer. However, it seems necessary to be careful just because a Westerner who has learned martial arts is a member of the Imperial Palace Geumuiwi. Don’t get involved for no reason.

-That’s right.

Anyway, there was only one purpose here.

The goal was to seize the Seonghwa Spirit Pillar that was locked in the gold prison under the imperial palace.

Whether he was upset or what purpose he had, it had nothing to do with him.

As we followed the hairy man guiding us, a pig barn filled with the strong smell of livestock waste appeared.

The screeching noise was enough to sting my ears.

The hairy man led them into the barn without stopping.

Then the apostate Monk Jaejeong frowned and muttered.

“Did you really come to catch a pig?”

Meng Muyak shook his head and said to him.

“If you don’t know anything, just follow along.”

“Are you telling me not to say anything with my open mouth? joy.”

“Tsk tsk.”

He clicked his tongue as if he didn’t like Mongmu Yak.

The hairy man who was walking through the barn stopped in an empty space among us.

Then, he used a rake to push the straw piled up there to the side.

Then there was an entrance made of wood.

The hairy man grabbed the rusty iron shackles at the entrance and pulled them up.

-Kkeeeeeek!

The door opened and a staircase leading into the basement appeared.

Seeing this, Nie Chun said as if it was quite good.

“You did a great job creating this place.”

Who would imagine that such a secret underground is hidden in a pig pen barracks filled with the smell of feces?

The hairy man grinned and pointed toward the basement with his thumb.

“Please follow me.”

So they went down the stairs.

As we descended to a depth of about two stories, a cavity about a dozen pieces long appeared.

The lantern-lit cavity contained various tools and work spaces.

The hairy man said, pointing to a reception chair on one side of the studio.

“My father-in-law will be here soon, so just wait…..”

-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!

That was before the words were even finished.

Someone hurriedly came down the stairs and ran towards the hairy man.

Judging by the fact that he was wearing a leather stand with blood on the front, he seemed to be a worker at a slaughterhouse.

“Brother Song. “Please talk to me for a moment.”

Hearing his words, the hairy man asked Mok Gyeong-un and his companions for understanding.

“Please wait a moment.”

Ganyang nodded, telling him not to worry about this.

Then the worker and the furry man walked away from them and talked in whispers.

It was a whispering voice, but as his level of martial arts increased, Mok Gyeong-un’s hearing developed more and more, and this was heard accurately.

“I’m in trouble.”

“What’s troubling?”

“It seems that the person who requested the production last time was a military attaché.”

“what?”

“So I think we’ll have to put them on hold for a while.”

Hearing their whispers, Mok Kyung-un’s eyes narrowed.

It seemed like something was wrong with them.

Then, a hairy man came up to them and bowed his head in apology.

“I’m sorry about this, but could you wait here for a moment? “I think my father-in-law will be a little late due to an urgent delivery.”

“How difficult would that be? “If you do, I will be waiting.”

Ganyang said it was okay.

Since I was there to make a request anyway, I couldn’t help it.

After asking for their understanding, the slaughterhouse people went outside, and Ganyang looked at Mok Gyeong-un and Hubaldae and said,

“It won’t take long.”

The apostate Monk Jaejeongjeong took issue with him.

“well. Is that really the case?”

“yes?”

“I listened to what they were talking about earlier, and what the military officer said, didn’t you hear it?”

Jaejaejeong also seemed to have overheard their conversation.

Ganyang questioned this.

“Officers?”

“okay. “The owner said earlier that he saw the golden ones, didn’t he mean those guys?”

Ganyang stroked his chin as if he was troubled by his words.

The Gold Guards would have simply come to inspect and pick up the meat to be delivered to the imperial palace.

But I couldn’t figure out what this meant.

Seopchun said to him.

“If something happens to your father-in-law, won’t your mission be disrupted?”

“that……”

“Didn’t you say that this is the only craftsman who can make bast masks in a timely manner?”

“…….you’re right.”

The purpose of their visit here was to request the production of human skin masks.

A human skin mask is a leather mask that is made using human skin or pig skin and is indistinguishable from a real human face.

The owner of Hongbongyuk here was a slaughterer in sunny areas, but had a reputation for making very elaborate bast noodles in shaded areas.

Of course, there were not many people in Moorim who knew this.

“But even so, if the military attachés are members of the Geumwiwi, as Master Bokma said, there would be no benefit for us to intervene in the middle of the matter.”

“What does this mean that the coming day is market day? “I want it!”

It was truly extraordinary.

Since I was in a position to infiltrate the Geumwiui, there was no benefit in immediately causing friction with them.

This was because if they worked for no reason and were influenced by the demonstration department’s disregard, everything would go to waste.

“Let’s wait for now. “It’s not like there is a second best solution.”

Everyone nodded at Mo Gyeong-un’s words.

That was around the time when all these years had passed.

At that time, someone came down from above with the sound of a secret underground door opening.

I wondered if my father-in-law had come, but no.

The person who came down was the hairy man who guided them.

However, unlike before, the hairy man’s facial complexion and expression were not that good.

Ganyang said this.

“Is your father-in-law there yet?”

“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, but I think I need to apologize even more to the guests.”

“What do you mean?”

“The craftsman is currently unable to accept requests.”

“You mean you can’t take requests?”

In response, Ganyang raised his voice.

Then the hairy man lowered his head and spoke in a hushed voice.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot reveal the circumstances. “I hope that our guests will return.”

“no. “Did you tell me to go back now?”

Ganyang jumped up from his seat, frowning as if he was shocked.

Perhaps frightened by this, the hairy man flinched and took a half step back.

Ganyang urged him.

“Are you breaking the rule of granting a request to the person who brought the card? And even though you came first, didn’t you wait here to take care of their situation?”

“Oh, I know. However, I really can’t accept any requests right now. Even if guests threaten my life…”

At that time, Mok Kyung-un opened his mouth.

“I smell blood.”

‘!?’

Everyone looked at him in confusion at his words.

Mok Gyeong-un then pointed his index finger at the hairy man’s hand and said.

“That hand.”

The hairy man frowned at these words.

How could he smell blood when he was ten paces away, unless he was a dog?

At this, the hairy man waved his hand and said.

“The job is slaughter, so of course the smell of blood….”

“no. “It smells like human blood, not cow or pig blood.”

“Well, what is that…..”

“Nothing. “It looks like he was in a hurry to stop the bleeding, as his hands smelled like dried red pepper and amaranth, in addition to the scent of blood.”

The hairy man’s eyes widened at these words.

Of course, I had thought about it when he mentioned the smell of blood, but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when he talked about wild pheasant and the pheasant’s amaranth.

Both herbs were hemostatic herbs used in slaughterhouses.

Cuts often occur during slaughter, and these were the herbs used in those cases.

But it must have been mixed with the smell of blood, so you smelled this?

The surprised hairy man opened his mouth in a trembling voice.

“…….How on earth do you do that?”

“iced coffee. “I studied a little about medicinal herbs.”

‘little?’

Everyone looked at Mo Qingyun in surprise at these words.

Is this possible just by studying a little herbal medicine?

The smell of leather and metal was so mixed in the basement here that it was almost impossible to smell anything else.

However, it was amazing that Mok Gyeong-un was able to distinguish between the smell of blood and the smell of herbs from the hairy man’s hand.

Then, a hairy man suddenly approached Mok Gyeong-un, knelt down and spoke.

“Ho, do you even know medicine?”

“Medicine?”

In front of Mok Gyeong-un, who was questioning him, a hairy man with his head down spoke in a pleading voice.

“Please help!”

* * *

A building located between the pig barn and the cow barn.

“Off.”

In one room of the building, a man in his fifties, wearing leather clothes and a bushy beard, was suffering with a pale face.

As expected, both of Jangnyeonin’s wrists were cut off.

The butchers nearby tied cloth tightly around his upper wrists to stop the bleeding, but it seemed like the bleeding wouldn’t stop easily.

A butcher said to the distressed man:

“Jangju, please be patient. “The congressman will arrive soon.”

“Haa…haa…More than that, Song-ah….”

“Mrs. Mo chased after her right away, so we will bring her back.”

“Quickly, starting with Song-a…..Keuuu.”

“Calm down. “If this continues, big trouble will occur.”

Although he was suffering from the severed wrist, the butchers tried to get up and tried to stop him.

At that moment, the door opened and six men, led by a hairy man, came rushing into the room.

They were members of Mokgyeongun’s group.

One of the butchers jumped up and shouted.

“no. Brother Song. What are you doing? “Why did you invite the guests here?”

At those words, the hairy man pointed to Mok Gyeong-un and pointed to an older man called Jang Ju.

“Mr. Zhang’s cut wrist is not stopping the bleeding. He’s calling his councillors, but it may be four months before then. Please help me.”

“no. “What on earth is going on?”

Seeing this, Ganyang was dumbfounded.

What on earth happened to cut off Jang Ju’s arm like that?

Seeing this, Nie Chun and Meng Wuyue simultaneously looked at Mu Qingyun.

I don’t know what happened, but Mo Kyung-un had previously reattached Meng Wuyak’s severed arm using magic.

That’s why I looked at it just in case.

-Jump, jump, jump!

At that time, Mok Gyeong-un approached Jang Ju.

As a result, the butchers next to him tried to block his path with wary eyes.

A hairy man called Brother Song urged them.

“I’m here to help you, so don’t disturb me!”

The butchers who had stopped at these words soon stepped aside.

Mo Kyung-un then approached the distressed Zhou and quickly grabbed the acupuncture points on both of his arms.

-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!

When I pressed the hemostasis point, the bleeding from the cut area that had been wrapped with a cloth noticeably stopped.

Jangju, who was distressed by this, looked at Mok Gyeong-un with strange eyes.

“Ha…ha…who is the guest?”

“You can talk about that later. “Where are the severed hands?”

Mok Kyung-un looked around and asked.

That was because his severed hands were not visible.

At this, the butcher next to him, not the owner, slammed the table in an angry voice and said,

-bang!

“Those damned bastards wrapped Master Jang’s severed hands in leather and took them away.”

“You took my severed hand?”

Hearing these words, Mok Gyeong-un looked embarrassed.

However, after the bleeding was stopped, Jangju said with difficulty that he was able to hold on for a little while.

“Dog, I don’t know who you are, but please go back. “Right now, I’m in a position where I can receive requests from someone or help someone…”

“Who are those who took the two severed hands?”

“How can you ask that?….”

“If you want to save both hands, it would be better to talk.”

The butchers, including Jangju, looked like they couldn’t understand Mok Gyeong-un’s words.

How can you save a wrist that has already been cut off?

While he was puzzled, the hairy man called Brother Song spoke to Mok Gyeong-un as if he were embarrassed.

“The person who cut off Lord Zhang’s hand and took it away is Geumuiwi. “I’m sorry, but even if the guests follow us, we won’t be able to get it back.”

“Damn it!”

In response to the hairy man’s words, Seopchun spat out harsh words.

I thought it was impossible, but it was the Gold Justice Committee.

If Geumuiwi, ​​a warrior in the imperial palace, had cut off the hands of Jangju, or rather the craftsman who would make the bast face masks, there was no way to do anything right away.

Then Mok Gyeong-un took a step back.

“Master?”

Meng Muyak called him out, looking puzzled.

Then Mok Gyeong-un shook his head and said.

“I can’t help it. “I will be here soon, so please wait here.”

“yes? Yes, Lord….”

-Sureuk!

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Kyung-un’s new form dispersed like smoke before his eyes and disappeared.

The eyes of the butchers, including Jangju, widened at the sight.

* * *

Hongbongyuk, a slaughterhouse, is said to be large in scale, but due to the nature of the slaughter, it was located in the southwestern outskirts of the city.

The road on the outskirts was surrounded by forests, so there were few people around.

-Roar!

There was a procession of carts loaded with meat, and at the back was a wagon and four Gold Guards wearing dark blue beer uniforms riding horses side by side as if escorting it.

Among them, Geumuiwi, ​​with drooping eyebrows, who was driving a horse on the right, clicked his tongue and said.

“What a brazen girl.”

In response, the bearded Geumuiwi, ​​who was riding a horse next to him, said:

“That’s right. “No matter how much it is my father’s hand, he is so fearless in chasing after me and causing trouble.”

“You’re not thinking.”

“Understand. “Who wouldn’t turn their attention to their parents’ work?”

“Well, that’s true.”

“But anyway, what will Heavenly Father do with that woman? “The great man told me to bring him the hand he cut off, but I don’t think I’ll give it back.”

With those words, the bearded Jin Yiwi looked at the carriage.

In that carriage were Cheonho and that woman.

It was at that time.

A carriage moving forward along a line of carriages suddenly stopped.

“huh?”

Curious to see what was going on, the Gold Guards drove their horses to the side and looked at the front of the cart procession.

There, someone with his face covered by a black cloth was standing with his back to me.

Geumuiwi, ​​whose eyebrows were drooping, was dumbfounded by this, rode his horse, approached the front of the cart procession, drew his sword, and shouted.

-Sreung!

“Who dares to block the front of the procession?”

At his shout, the person with his face covered chuckled and said,

“You’re stupid.”

“What?”

“Why would you cover your face if you were going to tell me?”

“How dare this guy!”

-Pot!

Jin Yiwi, with angry, drooping eyebrows, immediately jumped off his horse and swung his sword with fierce force towards the person who covered his face.

however,

-Chaang!

The blade of his sword was blocked by the index finger of the person hiding his face.

When the blade was blocked with just one finger, Geumuiwi, ​​with drooping eyebrows, was so surprised that he could not hide his embarrassment.

‘Go, you’re a master!’

< Episode 61: Craftsman (2) > End

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