Episode 27
Is that right?
I answered with a grin.
“It’s a sword.”
“No, that’s right! This is a fan, how can it become a sword!”
“I told you so.”
“This crazy guy!”
“Then, I will call it a sword fan.”
“…What kind of a bastard is this?”
Dangchuk-yong looked at me up and down with an expression that said he was looking at a strange guy, then looked at the drawing carefully again.
Then, soon, he narrowed his eyes.
“No. Judging by its purpose… is it a sword?”
“Isn’t it true that a sword only needs to be able to cut and stab properly?”
On the surface, it seems like a simple debt.
That too, an iron fan made of iron.
It was also a weapon favored by warriors who occasionally enjoyed using mortar weapons.
However, the wire I designed had a different track from that of a typical wire.
First of all, the center of gravity was different.
The weight is placed on the handle, and the leather is wrapped tightly to prevent it from slipping out of your hand. This allows it to fit snugly in your hand even when swinging hard in battle.
The same goes for the part that becomes the skeleton of the fan ribs.
The wire must be folded to function as a sword, so it was designed to be very strong when the blade and the pole are bitten together.
The length of the fan ribs is slightly longer than that of a regular fan, so it can be said to be of the same level as a sword, and thus sufficiently function as a sword.
“Besides, since it’s made of the black sword of the Iron Horse Shop, you can use it as a magical tool by infusing it with magical power.”
“If you supplement the sharp energy that is lacking as a sword with sorcery… surely, a sword that only the Young Master can use in this world will be born.”
Dangchuk-yong let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the detailed blueprint drawn next to the drawing.
“If I open the fan, can various hidden powers be released?”
“Originally, I wanted to install something like a Yeonmipyo or Dokjilryeo, but it would be too heavy and I didn’t think there would be much storage space, so I changed it to a Ihwajeong or Pobukchim.”
Ihwajeong is a small nail-shaped device.
The rain needle was a needle-shaped weapon that was much thinner than that.
“I guess I’ll have to make it really small and sturdy.”
“I thought that if we could secure some space inside the building, we might be able to build it in.”
“It’s possible, definitely. But what if you use a sword? If you’re going to put these in, you’ll also need to install a gunpowder device. Is there any chance that you’ll die while fighting?”
“So, the size of the Ihwajeong and Pobukchim were reduced to the size of a three-pun or smaller, and the gunpowder device was designed so that when the barrel is bitten, the trigger mechanism falls back-”
I was worried that the gentleman Danggon introduced might not understand what I was saying, but fortunately it didn’t seem to be that bad.
I had a long discussion about Tang Chuk-yong and the wire.
It was mainly a method where Dangchuk-Ryong would ask questions about parts of the drawing that he did not understand, and I would answer with what I had envisioned.
“… I, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“It is said that before the young sect leader began to study sorcery and sect methods in earnest, he was interested in organs and devices.”
Occasionally, the night watchmen would cautiously approach to ask about the next step of the process, but soon they had to retreat after being scolded by Dangchuk-yong, who told them to get out of the way and stop bothering them.
“-But the durability problem will follow! Even if you remove the trigger, what if you meet a strong master who can break the fan? I’m telling you not to underestimate gunpowder, kid!”
“I heard you are very skilled.”
“But I tell you, it’s still hard!”
“You should take care of that. You’re Noban and Chukyung, right?”
“This kid!?”
I guess I unconsciously spoke to Dang-gon in a sharp tone.
Dangchuk-yong looked at me with a bewildered expression, but I went out as shamelessly as I could.
But in reality, the durability issue was a limitation that was bound to occur even if it was reinforced with materials with excellent melting point, unless it used things like Mannyeonhancheol or Gonohcheol.
Because the bones and joints that make up the fan have to be made very thin.
So I was thinking of solving this in a drinking way.
Anyway, if I was going to make it into a magic tool, there were parts that I had to do myself.
However, I can’t tell you this fact, so I just glossed over it.
It seemed that for Dangchuk-yong, it had become a matter of pride.
“Good. I’ll make it really strong. When you see it for yourself, you’ll bow down before me and call me old man!”
I think people still call me old man, but I guess there’s no need to point that out, right?
“Oh, my lord… but right now you have a lot of pending requests-”
“Is that a simple request the problem!? This old man’s pride is at stake!!”
The night watchmen who tried to stop him ended up being turned into fools again.
“It seems like this night market is also full of the leader’s fishing hooks.”
I smiled kindly.
Smile!
“Thank you for your consideration. Then, when should I come and pick you up?”
“I have to get the materials and stuff, so it’ll take at least a month-”
“But since you are a nobleman and a Confucian scholar, you must be feeling better before the Lord comes.”
“Uh, huh?”
“Oh, if you’re having a hard time-”
“Let alone a month, two weeks is enough. If not, we can mass-produce dozens and still have some left over! Come get them before the event!!”
“As expected, the old man is different. I am amazed. I respect him! Please accept my bow, sir!!”
“Hmm! Hmm! Now that you know the greatness of this body!”
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He bows deeply and even coughs lightly.
The corners of his lips were twitching, indicating that he was in a good mood.
On the other hand, the surrounding night shift workers’ expressions turned pale at the fact that there was a lot more work to do overtime.
“Indeed, the young cult leader-“
“A person with such an evil heart that even the devil in hell would cry-“
Ehhhhh!
Are you saying that the more meticulous gentlemen are easier to deal with?
* * *
Okay, that solves the weapons problem.
As we were leisurely walking to our next destination, one of the ghosts suddenly started making a fuss.
“Ah! Where on earth have I seen that face before! I remembered it! Seriously, I didn’t know that gentleman would be here… No, I didn’t know he was alive!”
It was a ghost that had been staring at Dangchuk-yong’s face since the time he was in Nobangyabang.
‘Who? Dangchukryong?’
“That’s right!”
‘You said you were a night watchman for the Gwangpungdae?’
“No! It’s a much bigger thing than that!”
‘A beggar? Who are you?’
If he’s that kind of person, how could I not know him?
however.
“Mad Laughing Demon! It’s definitely a mad laughing demon!!”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
“Wow, a mad explosion!?”
“That guy was that guy?! “
“Why is that damned name suddenly here-“
‘What? That guy is that crazy?’
Like the terrified ghosts, I too was perplexed.
Because the name Gwangso Bokma was one I knew very well.
How many people, even though they are politically correct, would use the words ‘mad’ and ‘devil’ together?
As you can tell just by looking at his nickname, he was a widely known, if not feared, bomb demon in Sapa and Madou.
How many mines have been blown up with explosives and grenades over the years?
The problem is that every time, he would go crazy and say things like, “Explosions are art!!” or “What doesn’t explode has no value!” right?
In particular, the incident of blowing up three peaks of the Kunlun Mountains during the Qinghai conflict and burying alive 300 members of the Sword and Horse Corps shocked the Shingyo.
Even my master, who usually had little emotional ups and downs, was very angry at the time and ordered the assassination of Gwangso Bokma.
The problem was that he was always under the strict protection of the Sacheondangga and the Murim Alliance, so he was doomed to fail time and time again.
Moreover, his personal history and special details were kept strictly confidential, making it quite difficult to uncover his identity.
Fortunately, it was later reported that the special forces of Ma Young-dan were able to eliminate it.
But he wasn’t dead, he was alive?
That too, here in Guryong County?
‘How did you know it was a madman?’
“I had the opportunity to see it from afar during the Cheonghae conflict. However, from what I remember, it was different from now, and at the time, he was wearing a deep hat, and I remember he had lost one arm, so I couldn’t imagine it. His face wasn’t burned either… I also thought he was dead all this time, so it took me a while to recognize him.”
‘So in the end, he faked his death and returned to Guryong County.’
I was curious as to how someone who had lost an arm could grow one back, but judging by the burns on his face, it seemed like it was indeed a mad explosion.
Ma Young-dan also reported that he was assassinated by exploding gunpowder due to a failed experiment.
Still, I thought it turned out well.
If they were enemies, it would have been a headache, but if they were allies, it would have been a completely different story.
It’s a weapon made by a madman like Gwangsobokma!
I’m already excited to see what kind of results will come out.
* * *
There was an eight-wheeled chariot running quickly over the highway.
The flag on the roof waved loudly, revealing the emblem painted in a brave manner.
―Tang.
sugar.
A word referring to a clan called by various names such as Dangmun, Sacheondangga, and Danggata.
Even having this word or being able to use it had such enormous weight that no one in Sacheon, no, in the Western martial arts world, could do anything with it.
however.
“I’m bored, I’m bored! I’m so bored! When on earth will I get there! If I had known this would happen, I would have just sent you away! You said you would protect me, protect me… Those who are much weaker than me-”
A scolding that did not fit in with the situation flowed out from inside the carriage.
…in a very dignified and gruff old man’s voice.
“… … Are you still doing that?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The woman riding alongside the carriage, who was on horseback, nodded awkwardly at the question from the guard.
“Haa! You really are not a piece of gold.”
The more this happened, the deeper the furrow appeared on Dang Ye-won’s beautiful forehead.
It’s been nine days since I left Dangata.
Amzon was protesting with his granddaughter and the guards.
I’m so bored, I want you to come play with me.
The martial artists might say:
Since the disappearance of the Demon Lord, Shingeomcheonma, only the Dark Lord Seocheonhwawoo is the true sky of the martial arts world.
Only with him will the fame of the Tang clan spread endlessly, and eventually cover the entire Saewoo and Jungwon regions.
But Dang Ye-won knew very well.
What a ridiculous nonsense that is.
People of the world may evaluate Amjon as a great hero, but in reality, Amjon was a scoundrel who lived the way he wanted to live.
The power he possessed was so great that the martial artists would kneel before him, but in fact, Dark Lord had no ambition or desire to rule over the martial artists.
Rather, he treated the position of head of the family as an uncomfortable position and wanted to throw it away at any time.
If only Dang Ye-won and her father had kept him forcibly, the fight would have been a big one long ago.
This special forces event also suddenly exploded as an impromptu declaration, so the party officials were having a hard time cleaning up the mess.
‘… If only the false rumors about whether or not the Dark Lord would finally come out to conquer the world of martial arts hadn’t spread.’
By now, my father, who was probably the head of the household, would be completely preoccupied with dealing with envoys from Cheongseong, Ami, Gongdong, and Jeomchang, as well as Cheonryongsa Temple, Podalrap Palace, and Noeumsa Temple.
Since they were all coming to confirm whether or not the Dark Lord was truly willing to conquer the world of martial arts, a day or two wouldn’t be enough to appease him one way or another.
While comforting her father, whose eyes were darkened, Dang Ye-won glared at her grandfather, who was still throwing a tantrum in the carriage.
The reason she came along with him in the first place under the pretext of escorting him was for surveillance purposes.
‘Why do you really want to select the Special Forces? Even though you always cause trouble, you’ve never done anything thoughtless… … .’
No matter how many times I asked her why, she would just ignore it, and as the granddaughter who was supporting her, it was so frustrating that I was going crazy.
‘It won’t work.’
Dang Ye-won grabbed the carriage door handle, determined to finally uncover her grandfather’s true intentions this time.
We will soon arrive at our next destination, Kowloon Branch.
If you know something before that, you won’t be able to hide what you need to hide.
bang!
“Grandpa… right?”
But Dang Ye-won opened the carriage door with great enthusiasm and ended up being overcome with bewilderment.
Of course, it was because the dark zone that would be inside, whining with its back to the floor like a tantrum-making child, was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, the only thing left is a music box that he had recently obtained with difficulty from the West.
The mainspring was spinning hard, and somehow, instead of the music that was originally built in, the voice of the dark spirit was flowing out.
… the dark zone has run away!
“Ugh, I got fooled? Ugh, I got fooled? Ugh, I got fooled? Ugh-”
In addition, since a separate device had been installed, even the voice content changed at that time.
The content is so touching that it really scratches the granddaughter’s heart.
Bam!
At that moment, something in Dang Ye-won’s head snapped.
“Grandpa!!”
A new scream tore through the forest.
The reincarnation demon temple
