Episode 129: What kind of dreams do you have when you’re drunk?
The next day, we arrived at Hwangcheon Pavilion.
The investigators and enforcers warmly welcomed me back after a long time. Especially, the capture of Daechuima’s subordinates caused the Hwangcheon-gak fraud to skyrocket once again.
My office was just as neat and tidy as when I left, and I could tell that Seo Dae-ryong had been taking good care of his office, just as the flowers in the pots on the windowsill were growing well.
“Bring me all the pending work.”
“I knew you would do that, so I brought it. These are things that you need to handle yourself, Your Majesty.”
I thought there would be a lot of work piling up, but when I looked at the documents Seo Dae-ryong handed me, there wasn’t as much as I thought.
When I looked into it, I saw that he had meticulously finished everything except for the things that I absolutely had to do. I confirmed once again that he was better than me at Hwangcheon Pavilion. He was also learning martial arts from Hyeoncheon Doma, so there was no need to worry.
‘You’re growing up well, our next Emperor of the Yellow River.’
Seo Dae-ryong probably doesn’t even realize that I’m thinking like this.
Then another investigator came in carrying a box.
“This is an item that has come to you, my lord.”
“Who sent it?”
“This was sent by the Master of Magic.”
When I captured the subordinate of the drunkard, he sent something? I asked the demons about the drunkard, and he moved before I did.
The investigator put the box down and left.
As I was about to open the box, Seodaeryong suddenly shouted.
“Be careful!”
“Surprise! Why?”
“I was going to say, ‘What if the smoke explodes?’ But I guess not. I wouldn’t kill you just because of someone who killed someone while driving a carriage after getting drunk.”
“Of course. I was so surprised I almost died because of you.”
When I opened the box, there was a bottle of alcohol inside.
“They sent me some alcohol.”
The moment I picked up the bottle, I was startled.
“They sent me a bottle of alcohol instead of alcohol.”
The bottle was empty.
“Is this by any chance a precious piece of porcelain?”
“It’s just a common bottle of liquor that the author sells?”
“Why did you send me a cheap bottle of liquor? Isn’t this a call for a fight?”
It was obvious that this would be the reaction. Why did you send an empty bottle?
“This is a warning from the drunkard. Release your man.”
“If that were the case, I would have sent a broken bottle. Or a knife.”
“Then why did you send it?”
“Is there any need to worry?”
I jumped up from my seat.
“What are you going to do?”
“What can I do with a horse?”
I left the office holding a bottle of alcohol.
“I should have a drink.”
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I entered the Daechurim where the drunkards reside, holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand. Since I had announced my intention to visit in advance, there was a guide waiting to guide me.
We entered Daechurim Forest under the guidance of an unmanned guide.
There were houses built all over the place, from huts to large manors. There were all kinds of houses built, and they were beautiful and gave off a free-spirited feeling.
In particular, there were large and small breweries making alcohol all over Daechurim, and drunkards were sitting on the floor drinking, or even lying down drunk. If you look at it positively, it was free, but if you look at it negatively, it looked like a mess.
But I know. This place is a place where, although there aren’t many of them compared to the other Mazones’ subordinates, they are relatively skilled. That’s why the eyes of those who seem drunk are not ordinary.
There was a lake in the middle of the Daechurim Forest.
There was a small island in the middle of the lake, and there was a pavilion built there where the horse lived.
We headed there in a small boat.
The drone that brought me left me on the island and went back.
I walked slowly toward the pavilion. At the entrance, a woman welcomed me with the door open.
“Welcome, Confucius. My name is Lü Bin.”
She, with her elegant impression, was a master who belonged to the Three Great Drunkards, just like Gu Ma-yeong, who we met last time.
“The Amazon is waiting. Come this way.”
I went inside slowly.
The place she guided us to was a pavilion named Chuimongru (醉夢樓).
When we went up to the pavilion, there was a horse there.
He was fast asleep, leaning back in his plush, fur-covered chair.
The place was a mess, reeking of alcohol. Dozens of bottles were strewn everywhere. Some were lying on the ground, others standing up.
But I could feel it. These bottles weren’t just bottles lying around. I could instinctively feel that if a fight broke out here, these would all be his weapons. They could be activated in formation. It was a mess, but it wasn’t a mess.
He was said to be a bit sloppy by Ilhwageomjon, and he was said to be unpleasant by Geukaksoma. He was showing me a new side of himself now. He was sleeping drunk.
Drunk, what kind of dreams are you having when you’re drunk?
I stood for a moment, looking out over the lake, the sunlight shining through the window, then sat down about ten paces away from him. I placed the bottle of liquor I had brought down in front of me.
Then, at the sound of people, Chwima slowly opened his eyes.
Song Sa-hyeok, the great scholar.
He was young and handsome. He was one of the most handsome men in our school, and he looked much younger than his age. It looked like he hadn’t shaved for a few days, but he looked more manly than unkempt because he was handsome.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he drank the drink in front of him and asked me.
“Would you like a drink?”
The last image of him I had seen before his return was superimposed over his face. He was an emaciated man, reduced to nothing but bones.
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When I returned to the school to get the materials for the Great Law of Return, Qu Ma was alive. However, he was only alive, not a living being.
He was in bed. He had been sick for a very long time, he said. At the time, the doctor diagnosed that it was caused by drinking too much alcohol.
A drunkard dies from alcoholism?
This shocked everyone and made him a laughing stock for those who hated him.
-Would you like a drink?
Those were the first words he said to me while I was lying in bed. Then and now, those are the first words he said to me.
As those words echoed in his mind, the image of the current drunken horse, now full of life, overlapped his sick face.
“Is this the kind of drink you like?”
“it’s okay.”
He drank the alcohol he was holding alone, as if he was not going to force himself to drink it.
“Why did you come now? Am I that unpopular among the Palmazones?”
“The main character usually appears at the end.”
“Am I the main character in your story?”
“I am the main character of my story. You, Mr. Chwima, will either be an assistant or an opponent. What about in your story? What role do I play? Am I your assistant? Or am I your opponent?”
The horse stared at me intently and asked me a question instead of answering.
“Do you like alcohol?”
“There was a time when I liked it.”
“now?”
“Let’s drink enough to suit the drinking mood.”
“You’re still so young and innocent, but you speak as if you have a story to tell.”
I confidently asked back at his ridiculous reaction.
“Isn’t the story of youth a story?”
The horse laughed. The first thought that came to mind was that the handsome man must have made women cry when he laughed.
“What kind of alcohol do you like?”
“I haven’t had enough alcohol to develop a taste yet. I prefer easy-drinking drinks over hard liquor.”
He was probing me with questions about alcohol.
His gaze turned to the bottle of alcohol in front of me.
“What kind of alcohol did you bring?”
“Why do you assume it’s alcohol? It might be water, or it might be poison.”
He smiled at my answer and poured a drink into my glass. He didn’t ask me to pour it for him, and I didn’t say I would.
“Why do you think I sent you an empty bottle of liquor?”
“I don’t know. I think they sent me to ask that.”
“How did you feel when you received it? Be honest.”
“Honestly? You must be upset.”
“It’s okay.”
“Okay. You’ll definitely be angry.”
“I promise I won’t get angry. If I do, I can just drink. Don’t we have alcohol? Come on, do it.”
“I thought to myself, what is this kid trying to do now?”
For a moment, Chuma flinched, then quickly drank the alcohol placed in front of him.
“Feel so good!”
He had a cheerful expression on his face when he put the bottle down.
“This is why I like alcohol. When I drink, I forget everything and feel good.”
He spoke as if he had drunk a whole bottle while drinking a glass.
“If you were so annoyed, why did you come?”
“Because it’s a chance to find out what kind of person you are. Is this someone I can accept or not? Is this someone I can work with to achieve great things? Or is this just a drunkard?”
The magic energy of the drunken man that was secretly flowing out was something I had never felt before. As if our cycles were mixed, the moment his magic energy enveloped my body, I felt dizzy as if I was drunk.
I activated the Cheonmahoshinkong. The dizzy energy disappeared and I found peace of mind.
As my gaze remained unwavering, surprise crossed Chwima’s face.
“Do you like alcohol, sir?”
As he withstood his momentum and even asked questions, Chwima withdrew his magic.
“Do you like alcohol? Is that like asking for water to a drunkard?”
“Isn’t that something you should ask, since you are a master?”
“What does it mean?”
“You should ask the martial artist if he likes martial arts, the musician if he likes music, the painter if he likes painting, and the bar owner if he likes selling alcohol. But isn’t this a question you should ask them at least once? Well, let me ask again. Do you like alcohol?”
“!”
Chwima openly showed his emotions by saying, “Look at this guy.”
“You really are not like the rumors say. I admit it. Of all the people I’ve met, you are the one who is the furthest from the rumors.”
“I hear that too often. Whoever is spreading rumors about me needs to be caught and given a good scolding. If you’re going to spread rumors about me, do it properly.”
“I have to drink to deal with Janelle. It’ll be hard when I’m sober.”
“Isn’t that something you should say in your heart?”
“What’s so great about drinking alcohol?”
He drank alcohol one after another.
“What kind of alcohol is that? It must be hard to find outside.”
“That’s one of the stereotypes about me. I can drink just about anything.”
As if to prove it, he threw his glass at me.
A glass of wine slowly flew through the air and floated in front of my face.
I smelled alcohol.
“Oh, this alcohol?”
“That’s right. It’s the alcohol I got from the bar you often go to.”
It meant that he was watching me.
“I will let go of my preconceptions.”
It was he who retrieved the glass. The glass that had been returned tilted in the air, and he opened his mouth and drank from below.
The empty glass fell to the table with a thud. It moved so smoothly that no sound could be heard.
Just by looking at the way he uses the empty sub, you can guess his skills. It’s a move so clean that you wonder how a drunk person can do it.
“You’re amazing. You can tell it’s a bar’s liquor just by the smell.”
“It’s because you only drink alcohol from that house these days. Don’t you, Mr. Chuma, know the taste of all the alcohol in the world just by smelling it?”
“How can I know all the alcohol in the world?”
Contrary to his humble words, Chwima was famous for being able to identify alcohol by smell.
Drunkard drank again. The more he drank, the more his face flushed. I thought that when you’re drunk, you wouldn’t change your expression even if you drank alcohol, but his face was so red that it was obvious.
“Drinking alcohol makes you feel good. Don’t you?”
“It depends on who you drink with.”
“Alcohol tastes best when you drink it alone.”
“I don’t know much about that world yet.”
“Oh my! You don’t know this blissful fun!”
It was a lie. When I was living as a ronin, I drank a lot alone. At that time, alcohol was my friend, my refuge, my comfort. And it was the devil that tempted me to destruction.
“You should have taught me how to drink! From this drunkard.”
“That’s right. My father taught me how to drink wrong. I’ll tell you when I see you tomorrow.”
Chwima laughed and drank his alcohol because he knew it was a joke.
The more he drank, the more his body tilted. He acted like a normal person who was drunk. He even spilled his drink while drinking. It was hard to tell how much was real and how much was acting.
He was the very definition of careless, but I don’t think he’s careless. On the contrary, this is probably the most dangerous moment to fight. If you want to fight him, you have to sober up first.
“I see. I guess that’s true. It was a prejudice that drunkards would drink a lot of alcohol without limit.”
“Since he’s drunk, he’ll drink moderately. Only people who don’t know how to drink will pass out.”
“That is correct.”
“Lee Gong-ja, have you ever fought while drinking?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“Try it. It’s really great. It relaxes you, and you’re less scared. It hurts less when you get hit. It’ll increase your power by three-tenths. I think all the masters in the history of martial arts fought while drinking.”
He looked at the drink in front of me.
“So drink. The wine will give you strength. The wine will soothe you.”
I finally picked up the bottle of alcohol I had brought. Then I slowly opened the cork.
“I don’t think so.”
The moment the scent of alcohol spreads!
The drunkard who had been sitting as if he was lying down suddenly sat up. It was a drink he knew.
I didn’t drink the alcohol, but put it back down in front of me and said indifferently.
“I know very well what it’s like to be in the mind of someone who is drunk.”
