◈ Episode 94. The Will of Comrades
Half an hour after Kang Yu-wol left, Dang Moon-kyung came to Han Cheon-wol’s office.
“Meet the leader.”
“Welcome. The footnotes seem to be moving busily.”
“You must be feeling anxious because I didn’t tell you about my plans. It seems like you’re trying to do something.”
“Until the general meeting is held, it is best not to let word out.”
The more important a plan is, the fewer people who know about it the better.
“Of course.”
“I heard you’re meeting with the reviewers. What are you preparing?”
“Before the meeting of the lords, the prime minister came to see me. He told me that if I wanted to do something, I should just include the later indices so that they wouldn’t conflict with my plans.”
Han Cheon-wol said, rubbing his chin.
“If Bigak interferes with their meeting, Yugi will not be happy with that child’s personality.”
“Of course I don’t know that it was my order.”
Han Cheon-wol said with a hearty laugh.
“Well done. He’s my son-in-law, but he’s not that eccentric.”
Tang Moon-kyung also smiled brightly in response.
Han Cheon-wol said.
“Oh, I’ve kept you up too long. Have a seat.”
“yes.”
Han Cheon-wol, who had been given the seat, called the servant and ordered him to bring out the tea.
As soon as the instructions were given, another waiter outside brought out a table with refreshments as if he had been waiting for them.
The faint scent of tea soon filled the office.
Tang Mun-gyeong took a sip of tea and spoke cautiously.
“I heard that Master Kang No-sa came by a little while ago.”
“He threatened me not to persecute Gwangmu Daeju.”
Tang Moon-kyung said, seeming somewhat surprised.
“Are you talking about threats?”
It was because I didn’t know that Kang Yu-wol, who was always neat and well-mannered, could do something like that.
Han Cheon-wol said, waving his hands.
“The government officials won’t be participating in the meeting anyway. I’ll take care of that, so don’t worry about it.”
“yes.”
When the conversation came to a close, Dang Moon-kyung handed over the report he had reviewed.
Hancheonwol asked.
“Have you finished checking already?”
“Yes. The content of the report submitted by Gwangmu Daeju and the report submitted by Cheonmu Daeju are almost identical. It seems that most of the rumors spread in the world are true.”
Hancheonwol nodded nonchalantly.
“I’ve decided to stop underestimating him. We should think of him as an enemy who might swallow us up if we’re not careful, and do our best to crush him.”
Unlike Han Cheon-wol, Tang Mun-gyeong never underestimated Jin Mu-rip’s abilities.
Everything was reviewed based on the information obtained.
However, the guy was just more outstanding than expected.
A bitter smile spread across Tang Moon-kyung’s lips.
“I also think the same as you, my lord.”
“There are only three days left until the midterm meeting. When do you plan on spreading the rumor?”
The relationship between the Madorim and the Blood Clan, which branched off from the same root.
What the two planned was to spread rumors that Jinmu Rip was in collusion with the Blood Cult and use that to tarnish his reputation.
The truth is not important.
It is sufficient to raise the suspicion that there was collusion with the enemy.
“On the morning of the meeting, I plan to spread the word to Meng and the saints. Immediately after, I will move the court to have him and Yunryong Gakju locked up in the prison. Then, it will be impossible for him to participate in the meeting.”
“This incident will not allow Madorim to leave the alliance. The Blood Cult’s real-married members are more powerful than you think. If war breaks out, Madorim should be the one shedding blood on the front lines.”
Tang Moon-kyung’s eyes curved like a crescent moon.
“If they don’t want to make rumors into reality, they won’t leave the alliance. If they leave the alliance because of this incident, the world will think that Jinmu-rip and the Blood Cult’s collusion is true.”
Hancheonwol nodded.
“Okay. There’s some distance between us and Chongqing, so we can hold him back for a while and then let him go. Let’s proceed as is.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“If the war against the Blood Cult goes according to plan, we will be able to achieve the grand dream we have been waiting for for so many years. Just endure it a little longer.”
“I will do my best.”
A deep smile spread across the lips of the two people facing each other.
After leaving Jungmokwon, Dangmun-gyeong returned straight to the pavilion.
There was still a lot of work to be done to finish the job thoroughly.
The moment he arrived at the office and closed the door, the Dark Lord Gongyaegwol appeared and knelt on one knee.
“Your Majesty.”
“What’s going on?”
“The two men who had been following Jinmu-rip returned dead.”
Tang Moon-kyung’s eyes narrowed.
“You came back… as a corpse?”
“I found it inside the main gate of the pavilion. It seems that even the guards who were right next to me didn’t find it until it was time to change shifts.”
The water gate guards of the pavilion are different from those of other Buddhas.
As this is a place that deals with information, they are people with high martial arts skills and keen senses.
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“What is the condition of the body?”
“Both were found with their foreheads pierced by something like an awl. Judging by the fact that not a single drop of blood was flowing out, these were not ordinary deaths.”
Tang Moon-kyung’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Night market. Can you do it?”
Gung-Ye-Gwol is the best assassin in the Sacheon Alliance and is a master who can infiltrate even the highest level of Jungmokwon if he wants to.
After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth.
“To be honest, whoever did this is either as skilled as I am or more than half as skilled as I am.”
Tang Mun-gyeong, who was sitting in her seat, bit her lips tightly.
‘Is that the woman named Yu-hwa? Or were there other assassins like her in Madorim?’
It doesn’t make sense to see it as Madorim’s assassination.
If they had assassins who surpassed the Gungye Palace, they would have assassinated the chieftain before going to war with the Grand Inspectorate.
A deep smile escaped from between Tang Moon-kyung’s lips as he was lost in thought.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Whoever the villain is, in the end, it is Jinmu-rip.
This is a warning to yourself.
A warning not to act rashly, as your neck could be cut off at any time.
Tang Moon-kyung’s eyes shone coldly.
“That’s interesting. Jinmu-rip.”
* * *
Ambitious vision.
A group of unmanned personnel came to Ugasan’s office.
Starting with Jang Hwan, a middle-aged man with gray hair who leads the Socheon Party, everyone bowed in unison.
“Greetings to the Lord of Unryonggak.”
All of those who came together were leaders dispatched from small and medium-sized fire departments and held minor positions in the league.
These were also the people with whom Woogasan became particularly close during his time on the West Coast.
Woogasan hurriedly got up from his seat.
“Welcome. Let’s sit down and talk.”
“yes.”
A dozen or so drones sitting around a round table.
Ugasan, who had served them tea, asked softly.
“What are you doing at this late hour?”
Jang Hwan, the head of the Socheon Church, said.
“I am sure that you are aware of the ominous atmosphere that has been brewing in the past few days.”
“Are you saying that other footnotes meet the later indices?”
“Yes.”
The middle-aged man with a long sword tattoo on his left cheek, the head of the Geumhwadang clan, Gwak Dam, opened his mouth.
“The Jungmokhoe, where the award ceremony for Seo Jang-haeng’s merits will be held, is three days away. Judging from their actions, it is clear that they are trying to belittle the achievements of Gwangmu Daeju.”
Jang Hwan continued his words.
“Your Majesty, we in the Small and Medium Fire Department will never sit idly by if Gwangmu Daeju and Madorim are treated unfairly.”
Everyone nodded with determined eyes.
It has only been a few months since Madorim joined the Sacheon Alliance.
However, the actions of Gwangmu Daeju Jinmu Rip up to that point did not disappoint their expectations.
He broke down the invisible wall between the four major factions and the small and medium factions and united them as one through his mission.
It was a huge change to see people who had never even been polite before get together, drink, and talk freely.
The decision to make Madorim the center of the small and medium-sized fire department felt like a stroke of genius to them.
The pleased smile on Ugasan’s lips quickly disappeared.
‘The plan of the little prince to restore the former glory of Madorim centered around the small and medium-sized fire department is going in the right direction.’
Jinmu Rip has never met them in person or had a conversation with them.
They decided to believe in and follow Madorim based on Jinmu-rip’s actions and the results they saw with their own eyes.
Woogasan stood up from his seat and bowed respectfully.
“Thank you very much. We at Madorim will never forget the determination you showed us today.”
* * *
When Jin Mu-rip returned to his quarters after washing up, Eun Mu-daeju Seo Jin-hwan and Eun Su-ryeon prostrated themselves before him.
Eun Su-ryeon, who had the example, opened her mouth.
“I left the body in the pavilion.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Jin Mu-rip, who had lightly complimented her, turned his gaze to Seo Jin-hwan.
“Have you found out anything from the person in charge of the footnotes?”
“I’m sorry. It’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
It is not easy to fool the eyes of the audience while preparing something.
“hmm.”
There are three days left until the midterm meeting.
‘Could it be that the footnotes don’t know anything about the plan?’
There are two possibilities.
It’s either a plan that you really don’t know anything about, or it’s a plan that requires so much secrecy that you don’t even tell your closest associates.
I know there are intentions to harm me.
But since there was no other information at all, I couldn’t be sure what method he would come up with unless he used mind-reading magic.
‘Then lay the groundwork and drag him in.’
Jinmu Rip took out a brush and paper and began to write something.
Jin Mu-rip filled up three sheets of pure white paper and handed them over to Seo Jin-hwan.
“Make this known to everyone on the silver stage and pass it on to Red Mogae.”
Seo Jin-hwan opened his eyes wide as he read the contents of the paper.
“This is… … .”
Eun Su-ryeon, unable to contain her curiosity, approached him.
I could tell what it was about at a glance without having to read it for long.
She looked at Jinmu-rip as if he were crazy.
“Oh, my God?”
Jinmu-rip smiled brightly.
“Are you asking if I’m in my right mind?”
She knelt down urgently.
“No. How could you have such an impertinent thought… .”
Seo Jin-hwan, who had checked all three pieces of paper, tried to speak calmly.
“Everyone is aware of it. I will relay the information to the unit commander and his men.”
“Tell the enemy commander and have them stand by so they can move at any time.”
“I obey your orders.”
Seo Jin-hwan, who was polite and courteous, grabbed Eun Su-ryeon and disappeared as if he was going to disappear.
As soon as the two people disappeared, footsteps were heard in the hallway and someone knocked on the door.
“lender.”
The owner of the voice was none other than Dang Soso.
“Come in.”
The door opened and the men who had joined the march came rushing in.
Behind Dang So-so is Jo Young-seong, followed by Kwak Do-jin and Boyin and Gook Cheol-yeong.
Outside the door, the leaders of the Gwangmu and Geumho groups, who had been unable to enter the small room, were lined up.
They all have dark expressions, as if they are looking at criminals who have come to seek punishment.
Tang Soso opened her mouth carefully.
“Daejoo. We are the footnotes… … .”
Jinmu-rip, who saw Bo-in’s face turn pale for a moment, immediately raised his hand.
“Wait a minute. Let me ask you one thing first.”
“… … Please speak.”
“Have you come to help me?”
“that’s right.”
A solemn determination appeared in her eyes and in the eyes of her other colleagues, and Jinmu-rip did not miss it.
‘When Dang So-so mentioned the footnote, Bo-in’s face turned pale. Judging from the determined look in his eyes, he must have been asked or threatened not to help me.’
It was clear that if they disobeyed the orders of the monks, they would suffer some kind of disadvantage from the monks.
They came here with great difficulty, prepared for it.
Jinmu-rip took each of their faces in his eyes, one by one.
“Your kind words will be greatly appreciated. I am fine, so go back.”
Jo Young-seong said, shaking his head.
“Your Majesty. Up there now… … .”
“Don’t say anything.”
“Isn’t it right to help your fellow man when he is in trouble? That’s what I learned from my grandfather.”
“Who dares to put me in trouble?”
Jinmu Rip proudly puffed out his chest.
“Thank you for your concern, but I’m not that weak.”
Kwak Do-jin asked cautiously.
“Are you really saying you don’t need our help?”
“okay.”
Jinmu-rip passed them and went out the door.
His colleagues lined up in the narrow hallway made way for him and followed Jinmu-rip with their eyes.
Jinmu-rip glanced back and smiled.
“Something fun is about to happen, so go back and just watch quietly.”
