◈ Episode 49. You have to pack what you need to pack properly.
Come to Sacheonmaeng.
There was a hint of earnestness in the eyes of both of them.
Jinmu-rip took a sip of tea.
“What happened?”
Hwan Lee looked around again and spoke very cautiously.
“The situation in the Western world of martial arts is not normal.”
This is what I heard from Baek Chae-ryun.
Jinmu-rip asked without showing his expression.
“Seojang Murim?”
“Yes. There is a rumor that the Blood Cult and Podalrap Palace, which divide the Western martial arts world, are preparing for war. It is top secret information, so no one knows about it yet.”
“Who told you that?”
The answer came from Shinpyeong.
“I heard this from an acquaintance who works at the pavilion.”
“It wouldn’t have been easy to get information from the pavilion.”
As Jinmu Rip said, the entire Sacheonmaeng clan was comprised of people from the four major factions: Dangga, Cheongseong, Ami, and Jeomchang.
“It is said that the Four Great Factions tend to look down on the Small and Medium Factions, but not all of them are like that. According to him, the higher-ups already consider war a done deal.”
Then, Lee Hwan added.
“The West and Sacheon are blocked by the Daeseol Mountains, so there isn’t much travel between them. However, it is true that if they were to target the Central Plains, they would have to pass through Sacheon.”
“Based on their behavior so far, if war breaks out, they will definitely use us as expendable items. Please help us.”
Jinmu Rip’s head turned quickly.
‘If war breaks out, the first ones to die will be these small firefighters.’
If he were in a position where he had to sacrifice the Sacheon Alliance and reduce the damage to the large faction, he would definitely sacrifice the small and medium factions first.
Although Madorim has not regained its former status, it is now the most powerful faction outside of the Four Great Sects after absorbing the Great Swordsmanship.
They want Madorim to join the Sacheon Alliance and represent their position.
And he guessed why they had come to him at this point.
‘I can’t imagine that information would be leaked so easily from a group of four great factions. This is a ploy to drag Madorim into the upcoming war.’
Among the four great factions that hold power in Sacheon, there is no force friendly to Madorim.
From the moment he brought in Geumjeongmumun and Bukcheondomun, he must have known that he was trying to win the hearts of the small and medium-sized factions.
He sent them because he knew that Madorim would not be able to refuse their offer.
‘There’s a guy with quite a bit of brain power here.’
From the moment I heard the news of the chief from Baek Chae-ryun, I had expected that the Sacheon Alliance would want Madorim.
The reason I sent a letter to Chongqing through Dongchogae was because I was certain that they would contact me soon.
I was waiting to see how you would approach me, so I’m actually glad that you came out like this.
‘If you want us this badly, you’ll have to raise the price.’
Jinmu-rip smiled brightly.
“Go back.”
Their expressions hardened.
“Your Majesty. This will certainly not be easy. But this will be an opportunity for Madorim as well.”
“Yes. Although their individual strengths are not as great as those of the Four Great Factions, when the Small and Medium Factions come together, they are a force that even they cannot easily see. If you allow us to do this, we will support Madorim in every way, materially and spiritually, until it regains its former status.”
“Is it everyone’s opinion that Madorim is the center of the small and medium-sized fire department? Or is it the opinion of two people?”
After a brief silence, Yi Hwan opened his mouth heavily.
“Right now, this is just our opinion. But I think the other factions will think the same.”
“If there are people who think it is unpleasant, it will cause conflict among the small and medium-sized firefighters who should be united.”
If opinions differ in a situation where even pooling our strength is not enough, it will only have the opposite effect.
Jinmu-rip put down his teacup and stood up from his seat.
“Other factions might think differently, right? Change that to “Other factions all have the same opinion.” Then I’ll think about it again.”
When Jinmu-rip left the restaurant, Lee Hwan and Shin Pyeong couldn’t hide their look of defeat.
“It seems we were too hasty.”
“If you think about it carefully, the little prince’s words are not wrong. It seems that the order of events was wrong.”
“I need to go back and talk to everyone.”
“That sounds good. Let’s go.”
Jinmu-rip, who came out first, stared at the backs of the two people leaving from afar.
From the perspective of the Sacheon Alliance, it was an unexpected war in the Western martial arts world.
If you’re taking war with them for granted, you’ll want to make at least one more sturdy arrow cannon.
To reduce the damage from the Four Great Waves.
That’s not all.
If the Sacheon martial arts world is caught up in war and only Madorim preserves its power, other problems will arise later.
That is why, even if he is rejected once, Sacheonmaeng never gives up on Madorim.
‘Even if you fall into a trap, you have to pack what you need properly.’
If they don’t want to die as meaningless consumables, they will definitely come back with a new purpose.
At this point, we will completely take control of the small and medium-sized fire departments.
‘The Dongchogae must have arrived in Chungking by now. If they come out like this, I’ll have to adjust my plans a little.’
The entire process of entering the Sacheon Alliance was vividly depicted in Jinmu Rip’s mind.
***
“Is this Madorim?”
Twenty days since leaving the city.
Dongchogae, who had finally arrived at the northern forest of Chungkyung after running without rest, had Madorim’s gun corps right in front of him.
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‘I took a bath on the way here, and my clothes are clean enough.’
Dongchogae, who had been examining his clothes and caressing the letter in his arms, walked towards the main gate.
The black-robed knight asked politely.
“Where are you from?”
“Ahem. I am the opening of the Saints… No. I am Dongchogae from the Madorim Saints Branch. I brought you a letter from the little prince.”
The monk, who was looking up and down at the dongchogae, narrowed his eyes.
No matter how you look at it, it’s not just Gwangryongdae, it’s not someone who stayed by the little prince’s side.
“It’s my first time seeing your face.”
Dongchogae spoke confidently.
“This is my first time seeing you too.”
“······.”
As the Wisas looked at him as if he found it absurd, Dongchogae came to his senses and took out a letter from Jinmurip that had the seal of the Gwangryongdaeju on it.
“The little prince said that if I show him this, I can meet Lord Rim.”
The officer, who had checked the seal several times, opened the main gate.
“Follow me.”
Cho Moo-gang, who came face to face with Dong Cho-gae, read Jin Mu-rip’s letter and burst into laughter.
“Even when you go to the castle, you’re still a weird guy.”
Dongchogae nodded heavily.
“I agree with you too.”
“Hahaha. Looks like you’ve been through a lot. Wait a minute.”
Cho Moo-gang, who had asked for understanding, immediately summoned Moon Kang-yu, the head of the non-standing faction.
“Have you found it?”
“Do you know about the Sichuan Alliance’s new plan to enter Chongqing?”
“Of course.”
“Starting today, we will block all the satellite broadcasts they send.”
“yes.”
Immediately, the well-prepared Moon Gang-yu went out.
“The little brothers are the three pillars of openness?”
“yes.”
“You must have had a hard time coming this far. I’ll go first, so get some rest.”
The dongchogae’s eyes widened.
“Are you going?”
Cho Moo-gang smiled and got up from his seat.
“I will go to the saints. Now.”
***
An indoor space that feels warm even in the cold winter wind.
A middle-aged man and a white-haired old man sat across from each other, holding teacups as the fire from the brazier spread softly.
“It is said that a child named Madorim’s little prince established a branch in Seongdo.”
The middle-aged man with a gentle impression who spoke was Tang Wenjing, the leader of the Sacheon Alliance and famous in the martial arts world as the Heavenly Poison Flyer.
“There’s a rumor going around that he caught the Bloodthirsty Sura.”
The sharp-faced old man sitting across from me was the leader of the Sacheon Alliance and the best swordsman in Cheongseong, the Heavenly Sword Breaker Han Cheon-wol.
Tang Moon-kyung said.
“It’s not a rumor.”
Han Cheon-wol’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you saying you really caught the Bloodthirsty Sura?”
“Of course, that kid didn’t do it alone. But it seems like he’s quite capable.”
“Then what about the rumors?”
Han Cheon-wol guessed the whole story from Dang Moon-kyung’s silent smile.
“Haha. You too.”
“There is no need to elevate Madorim’s status.”
“I see.”
The two people who understood each other smiled brightly.
Han Cheon-wol, who had the best martial arts skills in Cheongseong, was pushed out of Jang Moon-in’s lineage, and Tang Moon-gyeong, who had outstanding talent but was unable to enter the center of the Tang family because he was a collateral line.
It was a stroke of luck for two people with similar backgrounds to meet here.
Because here at Sacheonmaeng, I could have and have what I couldn’t get and have from the monks.
“It’s Madorim.”
Han Cheon-wol, who was muttering softly, felt the wound on his back that was hidden by his clothes start to hurt.
It was known that he had never lost a single battle until he entered the world of martial arts and gained the fame of Pacheon Sword, but the reality was different.
Forty years ago, there was a person who gave him his first defeat when he was growing without fear: the Taesangrimju of Madorim, Chopyeongcheon.
A wound on the back to a person without a weapon is a disgrace in itself.
Han Cheon-wol, recalling that day, hid his feelings behind a faint smile.
‘They say he became an old man in the back room, but he turns out he has quite an interesting kid.’
Tang Mun-gyeong took a sip of tea.
“The two children of the Iron Swords have been very busy lately. It seems that the small and medium-sized firefighters are trying to rely on Madorim.”
“Has information about the Blood Cult leaked out?”
When Tang Moon-kyung smiled brightly, Han Cheon-wol understood her true meaning and smiled bitterly.
“You spilled it. You seem like a bad person.”
“The war will end in victory for the Blood Cult. Once the Western Front is pacified, they will never be satisfied with that desolate land.”
“He will definitely come to Sacheon.”
“Yes. The power of the Blood Cult is by no means insignificant. We need to reduce our losses in the coming war and clip the wings of the Madorim that are trying to rise again.”
The best of Sacheon, Madorim.
This is a name that anyone who remembers thirty years ago would know.
The four great factions, with centuries of history, could not repeat the cycle of being oppressed by the power of Madorim.
“If Madorim doesn’t join, the hegemony of Sacheon could fall back to them after the war ends.”
“Yes. Furthermore, if we exhaust the power of the small and medium-sized factions, the hegemony of the Four Great Factions will be further solidified. We must definitely involve Madorim in this war.”
Han Cheon-wol nodded slightly and asked.
“What if the war is just a whim?”
If a war does not break out, and the small and medium-sized factions raise their voices in a peaceful environment centered around Madorim, the firm position of the Four Great Factions could be shaken.
Although the two people were more attached to the Sacheon Alliance than to the Samun, it was difficult because the alliance was based on the Four Great Factions.
“We are the ones who hold the cards and the ones who can move. At that time······.”
Dang Moon-kyung smiled broadly and lowered his voice.
“All we have to do is start a war. Aren’t there plenty of targets to fight around Sacheon?”
“You really······.”
Han Cheon-wol shook his head and burst into laughter.
“What if Madorim refuses the offer of membership?”
“It seems that the two children have already been rejected and returned.”
“Is that so?”
Tang Moon-kyung smiled brightly.
“Since we made the first move, it seems they are trying to raise the ransom. Please send someone formally to hear the conditions.”
Hancheonwol nodded.
“Then let us send an appropriate person to convey our intentions.”
***
Jinmu Rip and his party moved to the branch office under construction.
Of the two completed pavilions, one was for Jinmu-rip and his party to stay, and the other was for Gae-bi.
Jin Mu-rip and others, who were gradually starting to adjust to their new home, quietly waited for their time and focused on their training.
Three days later, two respectable old men came to the tightly closed main gate.
“I guess this is a branch of Madorim.”
Ha Jong-bo, a Taoist monk with the Dot Changpa sword and the Dot Chang Shin Geom (點蒼神劍), looked up at the signboard and said.
The Taoist priest of Cheongseongpa who came with him was Kang Yu-wol, who was called Talhon Ilseom (脫魂一閃) in Sacheon.
Kang Yu-wol looked around and let out a hollow laugh.
“Haha. The wall is higher than the fence of the fortress.”
The wall, which rose as high as a jang, resembled a cliff.
“Madorim, it’s been a long time since we last met.”
Ha Jong-bo smiled broadly as he recalled old memories for a moment.
Kang Yu-wol said, brushing his gray beard away.
“I couldn’t refuse the request for execution, so I came here, but honestly, I’m not sure if this frequency is a good thing. It’s shameless to come here and look for them again······.”
Originally, Sacheonmaeng had no intention of accepting Madorim’s request.
The fact that these people, upon seeing that the situation in Seojang Murim was not normal, tried to receive Madorim felt somehow vulgar.
“Now that we’ve come this far, let’s talk.”
Ha Jong-bo swallowed a bitter smile and knocked on the front door.
