< Episode 61: Craftsman (3) >
All of the butchers were puzzled by the sudden disappearance of Mok Gyeong-un.
Of course, Mok Gyeong-un’s companions, the advance team and the second team, were surprised in a different way because they knew that he had performed extremely fast light techniques.
Then, Gan Yang, who was the leader of the advance team, looked at Meng Wuyak and Nie Chun of the second team in an embarrassed tone and spoke softly.
“Shouldn’t you have stopped the woodworker?”
“How can you stop me?”
It disappeared before I could say anything.
How can you stop it?
“If friction with the Geumui Commission arises when the production of cotton balls is already wrong, the plan may go even further awry.”
Ganyang thought that since Jangju’s arm was cut off anyway, the production of bast cotton was over.
In such a situation, if the situation escalated by clashing with the Geumuiwi, it could become difficult to infiltrate the imperial palace.
Hearing his words, Seopchun told him not to worry.
“Just stay for now. My lord, you are not a thoughtless person. And the production of cotton balls…”
Nie Chun hesitated about what to say.
The lord, Mo Gyeong-un, tried to tell them that if only they could find Jang Ju’s severed hands, he could use a mysterious magic to heal them, but I wondered if they would easily believe it.
It’s hard to believe that a severed arm could be attached in the first place.
Then, suddenly, someone came running into the room, panting.
“Gasp! “Wow, it’s a big deal.”
“model!”
The hairy man recognized him and called him Brother Mo.
Then the man called Brother Mo cried and spoke as if he was sorry to the butchers.
“So, Miss Song-ah was arrested by the Geumui Commission for interfering with the execution of official duties.”
“What? Obstruction of official duties?”
“no. Mr. Mo, you were just watching that?”
The butchers were embarrassed and indignant at the sudden news.
at that time,
“You damn things!”
-Park!
The hairy man pulled out a butcher knife hanging on the wall of the room with an angry look on his face.
The hairy man seemed ready to run out at any moment.
At that time, someone urged him.
“Stop!”
The hairy man who was about to run outside stopped with a frown.
The person who stopped him was none other than Jangju.
Jangju stood up with difficulty and said.
“haha······. “What can you do if you come forward?”
“But Song-Ah…”
“Are you planning to make things bigger!”
Jangju, who urged him, then looked at Seopchun and his companions and said,
“haha······. “You are all martial people, right?”
To his words, Ganyang, the leader of the advance team, nodded and answered.
“That’s right. But Jangju… “The bleeding is severe, so don’t overexert yourself and sit down…”
-thud!
Before he could finish his words, Jangju knelt on the floor.
“Come on, Jangju!”
“How could that be…”
His attitude made the butchers restless.
Nevertheless, Jangju did not pay any attention to them and said what he had to say.
“Haa…haa…I’m fine. “Rather, I would like to make a request to you.”
“What do you mean Cheong?”
“Please help me.”
Ganyang was troubled by his request.
If Mok Gyeong-un was already in trouble because he was acting on his own terms, and they were to come into conflict with the Geumwiwi, their mission could have been disrupted.
“Jangju… “I understand the desire to find a woman, but…”
“haha······. The child…cough cluck… “She is not my wife.”
“what?”
Didn’t all the butchers call you a lady?
Then it must be Jangju’s wife. What does this mean?
Then, suddenly, the hairy man holding the hilt of the butcher knife knelt on the floor like a pole.
“Please help me.”
“Brother Song!”
The butchers were taken aback by his sudden attitude and tried to dissuade him.
At that time, Jae-jeong Jae-jeong, an apostate monk, looked alternately at Jang Ju and the hairy man called Brother Song, and then burst into laughter.
“Hahahahahaha. “I understand now.”
* * *
-Chaaaang!
Geumuiwi, with drooping eyebrows, could not hide his embarrassment.
‘this guy······. ‘He’s a master!’
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Geumuiwi, with drooping eyebrows, was a Baekho of the 6th rank and was an expert at the beginning of the climax.
If only he could block a sword loaded with his 7-star power with just one finger. This meant that the inaction of the unknown expert who covered his face far exceeded his own.
‘If we are this expert, the four of us should join forces or Heavenly Father should step forward.’
-Pot!
Realizing that he could not deal with them alone, the drooping-browed Geumwiwi hurriedly widened the distance, put one hand behind his back, and opened his mouth while sending a hand signal asking for help from the other Geumuiwiwis.
“Who are you to interfere with the work of our Geumui Committee?”
He deliberately emphasized their status as a member of the Geumuiwiwi.
Among the people of Central Plains, there was no one who did not know that Jinyiwi was a royal guard under the direct control of the emperor.
This was to raise awareness among the opponents.
Even if you are a martial arts expert, how dangerous it is to touch yourself.
At his words, the person with his face covered, or rather, Mok Gyeong-un, whose face was covered with a black cloth, smiled and said.
“Hoo. Were you on the Gold Council?”
Geumuiwi frowned at Mok Gyeong-un’s tone of voice, which was as if he didn’t know.
Are you doing this on purpose?
It didn’t make sense that they didn’t know they were members of the Gold Guard even after seeing their golden belts and beer uniforms.
In response, the Gold Council said:
“If you really don’t know, stop right here and step away. In that case, we will not ask you about the circumstances or your sin…”
It was before he finished speaking.
-Sureuk!
Mo Kyung-un immediately narrowed the distance in front of him.
“omg!”
In a panic, he swung his sword backwards and tried to throw the new type backwards, but Mok Kyung-un caught the blood of Geumuiwi with drooping eyebrows at lightning speed.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
Geumuiwi, who had received the bloodshot, soon closed his eyes and fainted.
-thud!
Seeing this, the other Geumuiwis, who got off their horses to help the Geumuiwi with drooping eyebrows and were sneaking up on him without any trace, could not hide their embarrassment.
At this, one of them hurriedly tried to shout at the carriage.
“cloth······”
-Park!
Then, Mo Kyung-un grabbed the neck of the drooping eyebrows of the Geumuiwiwi as if he was going to break it, and flicked the index finger of his other hand left and right towards the Geumwiwiwis.
This meant that if anyone shouted, he would break his colleague’s neck.
‘This bastard hostage?’
The members of the Gold Council who had taken their colleagues hostage soon stopped shouting and hesitated as to what to do.
At that moment, Mo Qingyun’s new form dispersed like smoke.
-Sureuk!
‘Hey, Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi?’
Lee Hyeong-hwan-wi (移形換位).
This is a phenomenon in which the new model moves so fast that it looks like an afterimage.
Surprised, they immediately turned their backs on each other and tried to stand guard.
However, before they could turn their backs, one of them, the bearded Geumuiwi, was struck in the chin.
-puck!
“100 million!”
His head shot up, but then his eyes rolled over and he fell to the floor.
-thud!
‘Oh my!’
In an instant, their colleague was attacked again, and the remaining two members of the Gold Guard, embarrassed by this, pressed their backs and became extremely nervous, rolling their eyes in all directions like crazy.
However, not even the shadow of Mok Gyeong-un entered their field of vision.
Their complexions gradually darkened due to the tightening tension.
* * *
The name of the freckle-faced woman with dark eyebrows was Song-ah.
She was the wife of Hong Bong-yuk, the head of the household, and was also the head of the household in charge of the slaughterhouse housekeeping.
Song-Ah, whose mouth was gagged with a thick cloth, glared fearfully at the masked Geumwiwi, who was crossing his arms across from her.
She, who had been running after the Geumwiwi members to give up Jangju’s severed hand, was trapped like this and locked in the carriage.
The masked Geumwiwi spoke to her like this.
“Have you calmed down a bit?”
It was a heavy, low-pitched voice.
When I hear your voice, it feels like I can’t even speak.
Song-ah glanced at the masked Geumwiwi and then nodded.
In response, the masked Geumuiwi pulled out the cloth from her mouth.
“Puha…haa…haa…”
She was breathing heavily as if she was feeling stuffy.
After catching her breath like that, she glared at the masked Geumuiwi again and said.
“It’s not enough for the great man of the world to take my father’s hand, so now he’s kidnapping me too?”
“······.”
“Where on earth are you taking me?”
Any other woman would have been frightened because she had been arrested by the Geumuiwi, but she boldly confronted her.
The masked Geumuiwi, who was staring at her, opened his mouth.
“Say it right away. “You are the one who followed the procession and caused a disturbance.”
“Is that a riot? “Is it not enough to cut off the hand of your father who accepted your noble nobleman’s request, and is it a riot to stop him from taking it as if it were some kind of trophy?”
“It’s noisy, so lower your voice.”
“You can’t lower it!”
“It looks like you want to gag your mouth again.”
“Try to bite it. I’m going to keep causing trouble until you give me my father’s hand! Kyaaaaaaa…”
-Ta-ta-tak!
When Song-Ah tried to scream, the mask’s gold upper body took possession of her asshole.
Then he sighed and shook his head.
Beyond being bold, it was downright outrageous.
“Eup!”
Even though I’m in pain, I’m trying my best to make a sound.
The masked Geumuiwi, who was looking at her, said.
“You’re trying.”
“Eup!”
“But do it in moderation.”
“Eup!”
“You came to receive your father’s severed hand? “I understand that you are trying to show utmost filial piety, but this is too much.”
“······.”
Song-Ah, who was trying to make noise at his words, soon stopped and glared at the masked Geumwiwi.
The masked Geumwiwi lifted up the leather pouch from the floor towards her.
Then he held it out to Song-ah and said.
“It would have seemed plausible if we had made a moderate fuss, but why did they make such a fuss to get this?”
“······.”
“Strictly speaking, this isn’t even Zhuang Ju’s hand, is it?”
Song-Ah’s eyes trembled slightly at those words.
Seeing her somewhat subdued attitude, the Geumuiwi of the mask immediately drew blood and released the blocked blood.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
Then the masked Geumuiwi spoke to Songah.
“The inside of this place was surrounded by true energy, so the sound from outside and inside the carriage was blocked. “There is no point in shouting any more, so tell me the truth.”
Hearing his words, Song-ah kept her mouth shut.
Then the masked Geumwiwi shook his head and said.
“okay. If I reveal the truth here, I’ll be in trouble. “One has already been caught.”
“······What do you mean you caught me?”
The masked Geumwiwi responded to her words by placing a leather pouch on the floor.
“Isn’t this really Zhuang Ju’s hand?”
“What are you talking about? “You cut off your father’s hand and it’s not really Jangju’s hand…”
“For the hands of someone who makes bast masks, the calloused areas are consistent.”
“What is that?”
“As far as I know, the work of making bast masks is more difficult than expected, and I heard that it is difficult to keep the craftsman’s hands clean with glue and various chemicals. But the hands of the owner of these hands are no different from those of a person who has been butchering all his life.”
“······.”
Song-Ah’s expression became even harder at these words.
The masked Geumuiwi, who was even more convinced by this appearance, continued what he had said.
“Perhaps the jangju with the severed hand is fake. “I didn’t think it would be easy to expose the true craftsman to others.”
Song-Ah, who had been keeping her mouth shut, perhaps speechless at the guess that hit the nail on the head with this mask, swallowed dry saliva and spoke.
“no. He really…”
“If I were to turn the wagon around right now and go back to Hongjeongyuk and overthrow it, would you tell me the truth?”
“······.”
-closely!
She bit her lip at his threat, which was not a threat.
He was someone I couldn’t deceive even if I wanted to.
In the end, she told the truth.
“······that’s right. “He is not the real Lord Jang.”
“Now it makes sense.”
At those words, Song-Ah snorted and said with a chuckle.
“Then, of course, you figured out that I was also a fake woman…”
“Of course it’s not his girlfriend, but it’s not fake either.”
“yes?”
“That hand.”
The masked Geumuiwi nodded with her hand.
The skin on her palms was peeling off and calluses were forming here and there, making it difficult to find any healthy areas.
Because of this, the Master of the Mask was convinced that she was the true father-in-law’s wife.
‘Tch.’
Realizing that she could no longer deceive, Song-Ah could do nothing but bite her lip and glare at him.
“So what are you going to do with me? Are you going to take me hostage to find the real thing?”
“Do you hope so?”
“Then I will bite my tongue and die right here.”
“I will give up my life for my father…”
The masked Geumuiwi, who was thinking about her words, chuckled and said.
“If I was really going to take you hostage, do you think there would be any reason for us to be talking like this?”
“······What do you mean?”
she asked, confused.
In response, the masked Geumwiwi carefully lowered his voice and said that he had blocked out the sounds inside and outside the carriage.
“I had no choice but to cut off the fake craftsman’s wrist because of the name, but I wouldn’t have done that if it were real.”
“yes?”
“I’m saying that I had no intention of fighting with your father, who is my real father-in-law.”
She frowned at these words from the Masked Master.
Is this person perhaps testing himself?
I couldn’t get used to the sudden change in attitude.
“Do you think I will believe you?”
“Of course you won’t believe it. However, there are circumstances in which I have no choice but to obey someone’s orders. Of course, I won’t ask you to understand this.”
“······Even if such circumstances exist, I cannot believe it.”
“know. “If it was a lie, didn’t you say that talking like this would be meaningless?”
Song-ah became increasingly confused by these words.
Is this man’s true intentions the way they are now?
The masked Geumwiwi spoke to her who could not escape her doubts.
“I will soon let you go.”
“yes? “You’re letting me go?”
“okay.”
“why?”
“Didn’t you say you weren’t trying to get into trouble with you or your father-in-law?”
“······.”
“I won’t force you to trust me. If I let you go, take your real father with you and leave Gaebong within four days. It may not be right away, but if you have a sharp eye, you will eventually notice this hand. “But I will buy time for four days.”
“Why…why are you trying to help me?”
Song-ah asked if she didn’t understand his attitude of trying to show favor.
To this, the masked Geumwiwi responded in a low voice.
“Not just. “Because I also need help.”
“Help?”
“okay.”
“If it’s help, no way…”
“Make me a bast face mask.”
“What if it’s bast?”
“okay.”
“What on earth…”
“Simple. All you have to do is make the same bast face that you requested.”
Song-ah asked, puzzled by his request.
“Why are you asking me to make a bast face mask again?”
“I have no obligation to tell you that much. Since this is a mutually beneficial condition, all you have to do is make the same bast cloth. “You can do it…”
-Startle!
At that time, the masked Geumuiwi stopped what he was saying.
“Why are you doing this?”
“······The carriage is stopped.”
The sound from inside and outside the carriage was blocked by the instrument, so I couldn’t hear anything outside.
However, it wasn’t like he couldn’t feel the vibration of the carriage.
I didn’t pay any attention to the conversation, but the carriage seemed to have stopped for quite a long time.
Therefore,
-Sigh!
The masked Geumuiwi, who was very excited, opened the carriage door and went out.
however,
‘!?’
All the government servants and the four gold ministers outside were collapsed.
‘when?’
Even though the sound was blocked, it wasn’t for that long.
This happened in such a short period of time?
Judging that the situation was unusual, the masked Geumuiwi, without hesitation, tried to press the sheep acupoint below his ears with both thumbs.
But then a voice came from behind him.
“I guess I was bored waiting. how. Is the secret conversation over?”
‘master······.’
Even though he was blocking the air gate, the fact that he was behind him without any sign meant that he was at least at the peak.
The masked Geumuiwi, who was placing his thumb on the sheep blood, opened his mouth without losing his composure.
“Who are you?”
In response to his question, a completely different answer came from behind.
“Which would be better?”
“what?”
“Would it be better to imagine that Cheonho of the Geumuiwi killed all of his subordinates and government servants and ran away? Or would it be better to peel off the skin of your face and use it as a painting?”
‘!!!!!!!’
< Episode 61: Craftsman (3) > End
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