How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Episode 72
Chapter 17 Sacheondangga (4)
“Okay, everyone’s here. It’s Dangga-chang.”
Tang song.
In terms of metallurgy, it is one of the top five places in Gangho.
“It’s big.”
There is also a blacksmith shop in Nokrim Road Alliance (Cheolhwabang).
Even Margin Gwang has his own personal blacksmith shop.
But while the blacksmith shop of Cheolhwabang had a somewhat free atmosphere, Dangga Chang felt systematic and organized.
“You subdivided the work, and appointed specialized craftsmen and assistants to assist those craftsmen. It seems like you’ve shortened the process and maximized efficiency through division of labor. Rather than just accepting my request, I think you’ll review its feasibility and then proceed.”
“… … Hey, shut up. Listen to me, unnie.”
“I already heard.”
Dang Cheong-ah, who had suddenly lost her appetite, frowned.
“Could it be that Hwaryeong told you that?”
“Yes? Isn’t this something you can understand without being taught?”
Of course, that’s not wrong.
Anyone who takes a quick look at a smithy will realize that it operates on a system that is different from that of other smithies.
‘But is it normal to have figured out that structure right away when I had never even guessed at it before?’
Dang Cheong-ah felt a chill without realizing it.
At least, I had an intuition that the fame that Jegal Xuanmong had built up was not just empty fame.
“There aren’t many people like that, so don’t show off. If you say you want to live quietly, why are you acting the opposite way?”
“Aren’t you acting normal?”
“Hey, are you saying that you treat everyone else like fools?”
“Do I look like such a rude person to you?”
Jegal Xuanmong thought of himself as a humble person.
If he were truly an arrogant person, and was acting like he really had no qualms about it, he would have used the nickname of “Muhou Jaerim” without hesitation.
‘My father would do it, but I don’t.’
Jegal Hyunmong nodded and said.
“Anyway, where are we going then?”
“Well, first of all, class B… … .”
“I’ve already called up the A class. Just go there.”
“Sister?”
Dang Hwa-ryeong narrowed his eyes.
Dang Cheong-ah said at those eyes.
“If you’re going to go anyway, wouldn’t it be better for you to go to Grade A instead of Grade B?”
“It must be good. But your intentions are impure. You can tell just by looking at it. The people there are known to be picky and will nag you if you don’t like them even a little. Aren’t you trying to embarrass Jegal by taking him there? Are you that kind of person, Unnie?”
“Was that the person?”
“Well, Confucius, keep your mouth shut!”
Dang Cheong-ah blurted out those words without realizing it.
Zhuge Xuanmong said with a slightly depressed look.
“You had such intentions… …! I’m fine, but Lady Dang Hwa-ryeong will be very sad.”
“I told you, that’s not what I meant. There’s nothing to be sad about!”
“Then, if someone tries to laugh at me, you can just stop them, Lady Dangcheong.”
“… … .”
Dang Cheong-ah tightly closed her eyes.
‘Is this it?’
I had heard that Tang Hua Ling was fooled by Zhuge Xuan Mong’s three-inch tongue, but when I actually experienced it, I became confused.
And in the midst of all that, a strange feeling of sadness arose and made Dang Cheong-ah clench her fists.
“Then go.”
“Yes, that’s right. But Zhuge Liang. What do you want me to make for you?”
To be honest, Dang Cheong-ah wasn’t confident.
The Tangga Chang’s Gapjo were people brimming with pride. If Jegal Hyunmong had asked them to make something truly strange, even Tang Qing’er would not have the confidence to cover it up.
“It’s annoying to explain it twice, so I’ll go and explain it to you.”
“okay.”
Dang Cheong-ah guided Jegal Hyunmong to one of the conference rooms in Dangga Chang with a slight sense of anxiety.
When we entered, guided by the servant, the conference room was already full of people singing.
They were masters of each field of Tangga.
“Welcome. Are you the Muhou Jaerim who has recently become famous in the martial arts world?”
“My name is Jegal Hyeonmong.”
“Wow. It’s not like I haven’t seen Mr. Jegal a few times. He really does look like Jegal.”
‘It strangely sounds like a curse.’
The one leading the conversation at the dance hall was a middle-aged man with a somewhat fierce air.
He was none other than the Tang Hwa-gun, the founder of the Tang Dynasty.
He looks like he would have been quite a cheerful man when he was young.
He smiled like a ferocious lion facing a predator, exuding the air of confidence that is characteristic of a confident person.
“I heard that you and the Iron Ark have a special relationship.”
“How could a mere slacker like me be so close to the lord of Ma? We just have a bit of a connection.”
Zhuge Liang denied it reflexively.
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As a result of our long interactions, Margin Kwang has never been a person who is good at forming positive relationships with anyone.
First of all, there was no benefit to being friendly with Margin Kwang.
‘Does that guy bully people so brazenly?’
Tang Hwa-ryeong clicked his tongue inwardly at Jegal Hyeon-mong’s shameless appearance, but he did not say anything.
Once we finished greeting each other, Danghwa-gun’s eyes filled with interest.
“I heard that you were going to make something at Dangga Chang on behalf of Hwaryeong’s rights. Do you know where this place is?”
“Isn’t that a Tang song?”
“Yes. It’s a Dangga Chang. It’s a place where they make weapons and various weapons. I heard that you’re a scholar, but this is the first time a scholar has come here and said he wanted to make something.”
The Tang army laughed, revealing its teeth.
“Yes, you. What are you trying to make?”
Dang Cheong-ah swallowed hard.
Although he had deliberately summoned Gapjo to tease Jegal Hyunmong, he had to meet a precondition since he had unintentionally decided to protect Jegal Hyunmong from embarrassment.
Even Zhuge Liang should not say such absurd things… … !
For the first time, Dang Cheong-ah expected the false reputation of Jegal Hyeonmong.
‘At least give me something plausible.’
Something like a self-defense armor that can protect the body, or a device that can be easily used by someone who doesn’t know martial arts.
I hoped to answer something that would pique Gapjo’s interest.
Soon, Zhuge Liang’s mouth opened.
“Can you make me a folding fan?”
“… … This is Dangga-chang.”
“I think that’s what you said earlier.”
“I was wondering if you didn’t hear me earlier.”
A smile still appeared on Danghwagun’s lips.
But that laugh was qualitatively different from the one he had just had.
It was filled with contempt beyond disappointment.
“Now, you’ve come to the world’s best dance studio and all you’re asking for is a folding fan?”
“Yes. I asked the owner and he said he would make anything you want.”
‘That’s when you ask me to make something decent!’
“Is it really just a folding fan? Or is there something like a folding fan that can hide secrets and be used in an emergency?”
“No, it’s not like that, but I have drawn up the design.”
As he spoke, Jegal Hyunmong unfolded the robe he had kept in his bosom.
When Tang Hwa-gun saw the design, he let out a sigh of admiration.
‘It’s beautiful.’
I only saw the design, but it was quite beautiful.
First of all, the shape of the folding fan was very detailed and balanced. It almost seemed like it was done by a professional painter.
Moreover, each material was clearly stated… … .
“Hmm. You. Is there something strange about you?”
“What is it?”
“That, that’s the paper that makes up the fan. It’s not paper, it’s made by weaving threads together. Black iron silk? Is that the one I know?”
“I recently learned about a bug called Heukcheoljam. I heard that it eats ore and creates threads thinner than a human hair. If you weave that thread well, you can use it as a substitute for paper for fans, and it seems very efficient, so I wrote about it.”
A burst of laughter followed Jegal Hyunmong’s words.
“What nonsense are you talking about! Do you know how precious black iron silk is? Even in the Tang family, black iron silk is extremely precious. Are you using it to make folding fans?”
“Actually, I have a black iron sleep.”
“……what?”
Jegal Hyunmong took out the box containing the black iron quilt from his bosom.
They subdued Galsa Ryang and took what was in his residence.
At first, Tang Huajun thought that Zhuge Xuanmong was joking. Then he thought that he was making fun of him.
But I was speechless when the hibernating Black Iron Sleep actually jumped out of the box.
‘Why is that here?’
Isn’t that Heukcheoljam, who disappeared since the Mandokmun was destroyed?
“Why, why do you have that?!”
“It’s a long story… … Anyway, if it doesn’t work out, then there’s nothing I can do. I thought that if it’s the best Dangga-chang in the world, there would be a way to wake up this sleeping Black Iron Sleep and use its thread to create a fan. However, it seems that it’s impossible.”
As Jegal Hyunmong spoke, he tried to close the box containing the black iron beads.
Dang Hwa-jun grabbed Jegal Hyeon-mong’s hand without knowing it.
“It seems possible!”
“Oh, so you’re going to make it for me?”
‘Oops.’
Danghwagun clicked his tongue inwardly without realizing it.
I was so desperate that I blurted out the words.
but…….
‘Even if there is a black iron sleep.’
But isn’t it a bit too much to ask for a folding fan in Dangga-chang?
“Don’t make fun of Dangga Chang. It is possible to make it. However, no matter how much authority I have, I have no intention of making a worthless folding fan.”
“It’s not just a simple folding fan.”
‘I had a hard time drawing the pattern on the fan ribs.’
It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now.
Ever since I realized that the magic wand was in bad condition, I started to think about how to make the next magic wand.
There were several ideas, and the final idea was this folding fan.
The material for the fan ribs is ebony, which is said to be the hardest wood, as I heard from Jo Gwol.
Although it is not easy to process, it is a very strong material and, above all, it is a material that accepts magic well.
Instead of using ordinary paper, they use black iron thread to weave cloth and use it to make a fan.
Not only is it light and strong, but it also has excellent magical power transmission, so if it is deployed, it can be used to construct countless magical techniques.
At first glance, it may look like a simple folding fan, but in fact, each and every pattern and picture drawn on it was magically given meaning.
Since Jegal Hyunmong had been agonizing over the idea for several days, I felt a little sad.
‘I put a lot of thought into making it, but it doesn’t seem to catch everyone’s eye.’
I want to make it the best it can be.
However, no matter how good the skills are, if the person making it is not motivated, how can the best product be produced?
Jegal Hyunmong rolled up the rolled-up robe and put it in his bosom and asked.
“Now that you mention it, I’m curious. Could you give me some criteria for what would be plausible?”
The Tang army laughed.
‘It’s a good opportunity.’
This time, I will tell you exactly what kind of place Dangga-chang is.
The intention was to seize the initiative for sure.
‘A treasure that is too excellent for someone who is not qualified to have it becomes poison.’
I will trick Jegal Hyunmong well and receive the Black Iron Sleep.
The Tang army snapped its fingers, calmly thinking of such a daring thought.
“Take out what you’re studying.”
