◈ Episode 43. The Knight’s Resurrection
While his colleagues waited outside, Jin Mu-rip met with Jang Yong alone.
Jang Yong’s hands, which were steeping the tea, showed slight tremors.
‘Looks like you’re in love.’
Jinmu-rip, who was sitting leisurely, wet his throat with the tea he handed him.
“It seems that His Majesty is very unwell.”
“It seems the rumor has spread through the village. Fortunately, he woke up two days ago, but he needs to rest, so I came here in his place.”
Jinmu Rip spoke first.
“As you might have guessed, I came here after hearing the story of the Bukcheon Domun while I was solving the Jeonggajang matter. What is the current situation within the clan?”
Normally, it would not have been easy for Jang Yong to tell stories within the temple to an outsider, but this time, things were different.
Because I wasn’t in a position to be picky.
“I’ll be honest with you because you must have experienced the same thing in the past. We are in a situation where we have to pull out the foundations because of the three million won in silver that the evil spirit took.”
Jang Yong honestly revealed the financial situation of Bukcheon Domun without any reservations.
Pay off every last bit of your debt.
If your opponent acts like this, you don’t have to deliberately create a dramatic situation.
Jinmu Rip took out a voucher from his bosom.
“Take it.”
Jang Yong’s eyes grew wide as if they were going to tear apart.
“What is this?”
“The evil spirit that had been harassing the Bukcheon Domun was in league with the evil spirit that had appeared in the market. Luckily, I was able to deal with him and search through his belongings, and I found this money. I will return it to you.”
“Uh, uh······.”
There are two million dollar bills in front of me.
Jang Yong, whose mouth was wide open, couldn’t speak for a while as if he was wondering if this was a dream.
‘The total amount of money owed is 2.3 million silver coins. So, let’s spend it big here.’
I have no intention of returning the remaining million silver coins.
It’s not like I went through all that trouble to do good for others.
But if you do show them some kind of grace here, the gratitude they feel will be difficult to express in words.
Jinmu-rip, who had been quietly watching him, took out from his bosom the additional 400,000 silver coins he had obtained from the Mukhyeolbang.
Jinmu-rip said with an apologetic look on his face.
“Unfortunately, all I got out of that bastard’s arms was two hundred million silver coins. This money was given to me by the head of the Rim family to help the Bukcheon Do-mun, who were in trouble. Now, I will be going now.”
Now it’s time to turn around and cool off.
Jinmu-rip, who had put down the money, got up with a foolish face.
“Ah, no······.”
Jang Yong finally came to his senses and sat up, but his leg got caught on the chair and he fell down comically.
Jang Yong reached out his hand urgently while lying down.
“Please wait a moment!”
Jin Mu-rip turned around and quietly took Jang Yong’s hand and helped him up.
Jang Yong asked with wide eyes, forgetting his own shame.
“Oh, my lord. Are you really going to just give us this money?”
A world where the sky is covered with clouds of justice and agreement.
I couldn’t believe it when they said they would give me a bonus on top of the money I would have swallowed.
Jinmu-rip smiled as he dusted off Jang Yong’s clothes.
“This is the Bukcheon Domun, a famous school in Sacheon that has been a role model for many for a long time. Rimju, who had always admired the reputation of the great swordsman, felt sorry for the misfortune of the Gwimun and said that he would feel relieved if he could be of even a little help. Now that I have finished my business, I will go now.”
“That won’t do!”
Jang Yong stood in front of the door in a hurry.
“Wow, I was so shocked that I couldn’t even say hello to you.”
Jang Yong calmly took the lottery ticket and bowed his head deeply.
“I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the general director of the Bukcheon Domun, Jang Yong, and the great hero and Madorim for their kindness.”
Jinmu Ripdo also had an example.
“The ground becomes firmer after the rain. I have no doubt that a warm wind will soon blow through the dusty gate that the storm has swept through.”
It may be an illusion, but it seemed as if a faint halo was shining behind Jinmu Rip.
It’s natural since my back is to the window, but in this situation, even that seems mysterious.
Jang Yong was secretly impressed.
‘Madorim has truly obtained a dragon.’
It is different from other reviewers of Sacheon who only talk.
The young prince of Madorim who appeared like a comet.
If a young warrior had achieved such great feats, he might have been somewhat arrogant, but his impeccable manners showed no such signs.
“Your Majesty, I will personally deliver this good news to the Lord, so please wait a moment.”
Jang Yong’s new model, who had kicked open the door, disappeared like the wind.
Lee Jeong-myeong, lying in bed, raised his upper body with the support of his son.
The mental anguish was so severe that his face looked pale as if he would suffocate at any moment and the area under his eyes was dark and dead.
“What’s going on this morning?”
Jang Yong shouted with a face full of emotion.
“The little prince of Madorim has arrived!”
“The little prince of Madorim?”
Jang Yong took out a bundle of vouchers from his bosom without even having time to control his rapid breathing.
“He brought back the money we had stolen from the thieves!”
“······.”
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An awkward silence falls, to the point where the person who shouted feels embarrassed.
The rumor spread, Lee Hwan rubbed his eyes and muttered.
“Is this a dream?”
After hearing the whole story from Jang Yong, Lee Jeong-myeong got up as if he had never been sick before.
When Lee Jeong-myeong left the room and ran off somewhere, the servants’ hearts sank.
“Seo, surely not the Lord Moon.”
Lee Jeong-myeong is always neat and polite.
I was suddenly scared when I saw someone who was always neatly dressed even when going to bed, running around like a madman with disheveled hair and no shoes on.
“Oh my. What should I do? Oh my······.”
The old servant sat on the floor with a look of despair on his face.
Lee Jeong-myeong barely managed to put on his shoes and get his hair done because of Jang Yong who arrived late.
Lee Jeong-myeong, who politely invited Jin Mu-rip and his party to Daejeon, came out to the door and waited for them.
“Father, it looks like it’s them.”
At the tip of Yi Hwan’s finger were Jang Yong and Jin Mu-rip.
I could tell the moment I saw it, even without my son saying anything.
Lee Jeong-myeong, who had encountered Choi Rin in the past, recognized Jin Mu-rip, who resembled her, at a glance.
Lee Jeong-myeong ran in one breath and grabbed Jin Mu-rip’s hand without even having time to say hello.
“Thank you. Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
The opponent is the benefactor who saved Bukcheon Domun from hanging on the edge of a cliff.
I had no intention of caring about the dignity of my elders.
When Lee Jeong-myeong shed tears and repeatedly thanked him, Jin Mu-rip smiled awkwardly.
“Your example is excessive. Everything is the Lord Rim’s will, not mine.”
“I know. But I heard that the one who caught the evil spirit was the little prince. The little prince is the one who saved us from despair. I am truly, truly grateful.”
The money Jinmu Rip gave was a whopping 2.4 million silver coins.
The money borrowed from Sacheonmaeng and his acquaintances was 2.3 million won, so not only was the debt repaid in one go, but it was also enough to cover the sect’s operating expenses for the time being.
Jinmu Rip said it was a courtesy, but he felt like bowing.
Lee Hwan approached and politely took the lottery ticket.
“I, Hwan Lee, the head of the Bukcheon Domun, greet you, Your Majesty. Rather than talking here, please come inside.”
Lee Jeong-myeong, who came to his senses at his son’s words, wiped away his tears and smiled.
“I have been too busy to keep the honorifics standing for too long. Please come inside. The general should spread the word to the disciples. Hwan-ah, you bring out some tea.”
“Understood, Your Majesty.”
“Yes, Father.”
Lee Jeong-myeong, who entered Daejeon, personally guided Jin Mu-rip and his party to their seats.
Lee Jeong-myeong, who had been expressing his gratitude over and over again, finally regained peace of mind after drinking the tea his son had brought him.
“I heard you eliminated that vicious Bloodthirsty Beast. You have truly done a great deed.”
“That was really lucky.”
“Now that a talented person like Sogongja has appeared, it seems like it won’t be long before Madorim regains its former fame.”
“You are too kind. I still have a long way to go.”
Lee Jeong-myeong could not hide his satisfaction at Jin Mu-rip’s humility.
‘What a truly humble young man.’
Jinmu-rip smiled brightly.
“There are many who consider you a strong pillar of the Sacheon martial arts world. I hope you recover quickly and see you again in good health.”
“Okay. As soon as I recover my health, I will come to Chongqing.”
“Are you saying you would like to visit this rim?”
“If I do not personally pay my respects to the kindness that has been bestowed on me, how can I live with my head held high in shame?”
Jinmu-rip said with a smile.
“If you could help me find the original rim, I’m sure the Lord would be pleased.”
Lee Hwan, who was watching the conversation between his father and Jin Mu-rip, couldn’t help but feel regretful.
‘If only there was someone like this in the Sacheon Alliance······.’
If a capable and upright person like Jin Mu-rip were to join Sacheonmaeng, I thought it would bring about a change different from the current situation where the distinction between the large and small factions is clear.
At that moment, the door opened and the executives of the Bukcheon Domun came in and began to bow respectfully to Jin Mu-rip.
Their words were sincere, their eyes were clear, and their expressions were honest.
Jin Mu-rip and his party, who were watching them, could see why people held Lee Jeong-myeong in such high regard.
The next ones to come in were Lee Jeong-myeong’s family and the grandchildren who had been kidnapped.
“I have heard from the General. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you.”
As the two women and their husbands bowed at length and showed their respect, the children also bowed their heads awkwardly.
The girl turned her head and met Yongchu’s eyes, smiling brightly.
“Thank you.”
Yongchu, who was smiling brightly, opened his mouth as he recalled the conversation they had at the inn last night.
“What a truly brave-looking child.”
“······.”
At that moment, Jinmu-rip and others looked at him with shocked faces, and the child’s expression gradually changed, and eventually he started to cry as if he felt wronged.
“Are you brave?”
I clearly heard it was a compliment yesterday, but my child’s reaction is strange.
Yongchu tilted his head and spoke again.
“Yeah. Your face is brave······.”
He covered Yongchu’s mouth before the child sitting next to him could burst into tears.
“Ha, hahaha. Looks like you’re still hungover from last night.”
Only then did Yongchu realize the situation and glance at Yu Daeha.
‘That wasn’t a compliment. You son of a bitch.’
Jinmu-rip couldn’t bear to look and covered his eyes with his hands.
***
Jin Mu-rip and his party were able to leave Bukcheon Do-mun after staying for three more days at Lee Jeong-myeong’s request.
While all the disciples of the Bukcheon Domun came out to see them off, Jin Mu-rip and his party boarded the carriage given to them by Lee Jeong-myeong.
“Thank you so much for providing me with this carriage.”
Lee Jeong-myeong’s complexion was brighter than three days ago, as if he were a different person.
“Thanks to the little prince, I was able to get the carriage back that I had sold.”
Lee Jeong-myeong spoke again with a bright smile.
“We at Bukcheon Domun will never forget the favor we received today. If Madorim needs us, we will rush to you at any time.”
This is what Jinmu-rip wanted to hear.
Following Geumjeongmumun, Bukcheondomun also developed a good relationship with Madorim.
Now, the foundation has been laid to enter the Sacheon Alliance and to unfold Madorim’s dream there.
Jinmu-rip, sitting next to the door, said.
“Thank you very much for your kind words. I will convey Your Majesty’s wishes to Chongqing by letter.”
“I hope you have a comfortable journey to the castle.”
Lee Jeong-myeong, who had closed the door, said while looking at the horse’s back.
“Hwan-ah. You must take good care of her.”
The person sitting on the horse’s back was none other than Somunju Lee Hwan.
Since I had to return to the city where the Four Heavenly Alliance was anyway, I volunteered to sit on the horse’s seat.
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Let’s go.”
“Father, please stay healthy until I get back.”
Lee Jeong-myeong smiled happily and nodded.
“Go ahead.”
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The carriage that had climbed onto the well-paved road raced along without stopping.
It takes two weeks to travel from Nanghunghyeon to Seongdo.
I can’t leave that long journey to Lee Hwan, who isn’t even a coachman.
He pushed Hwan, who was stubbornly refusing, into the carriage and climbed onto the coachman’s seat.
As I started running again, the wind blowing against the stables felt colder and colder.
‘Is it winter?’
Looking at the sky filled with dark clouds, it looks like it will snow or rain or something.
As Yudae-ha began to increase the carriage’s speed, Jinmu-rip and Lee Hwan were talking inside the carriage.
“You said you were going to establish a branch in Seongdo?”
“Rather than establishing a branch, I would say we are re-running a branch that has been neglected for a long time.”
“Can you tell me where it is?”
Jinmu Rip took out the old document that Chomu Kang had given him.
Lee Hwan, who was recalling the place written in the document, suddenly looked embarrassed.
Danryehwa tilted her head and asked.
“Why are you doing that?”
“That······.”
Lee Hwan, whose words were vague, looked over the document several times.
Jinmu Lip said.
“If you have any concerns, speak frankly.”
After hesitating for a moment, Hwan Lee returned the document and said.
“If my memory serves me right······this is the branch of openness.”
