Chapter 105

Bu Eun-sul looked intrigued.
“Nangin registration?”
“That’s right. If you give the job to just anybody, they might leak information or screw things up.”
“Wanderers hide their identities anyway.”
“Yeah, actually, it’s not a big deal to register, you just have to show that you’re good, and then you get four different jobs: junior, intermediate, senior, and express.”
“Registration and testing.”
Bu Eun-sul was convinced.
If you can determine the skill level of the writer and give them work accordingly, you will definitely reduce the chances of failure.
If too many people fail, the credibility of the organization will suffer.
“You’re doing it right.”
“Instead, they take a cut of every job they get in the form of a referral fee. It starts at a third of the price for the lowest level, and as much as a full job for the highest level or first class.”
“I see.”
“Let me ask you how to register first.”
Black Mark walked into one of the lined windows of the water sutra and was greeted by a very well-dressed woman who smiled at him.
“Welcome.”
“I’m trying to register for a romance.”
“Oh, you must be new to us.”
Black Mark nodded, and the woman held out the paper.
“First of all, could you fill out the guestbook?”
“Mr. Confucius.”
When Black Pyo held out the guest book, Bu Eunseol thought for a moment.
Then I wrote “snow removal”.
The woman nodded, though she meant to disappear like snow.
“You must be Xu Xiaohao. What about you?”
At her question, Black Mark shook his head.
“I am a squire of Confucius …….”
“Oh, I see, but if you’re still coming along, you’ll need to register.”
He looked at the guestbook and wrote “white tiger” in small letters next to the snowman.
“Here you go.”
Blackie held out the guest book, and the woman pointed to the front of the room across from the waterfall.
“Go to the Hollowing Department on the other side of the room, and you can grade it there.”
The woman flashed a friendly smile.
“Once you’re rated, you can either get a job on the freelance market accordingly, or you can come here and get a job that fits your skill set.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Black Panther led Bu Eunseol out of the Water Pavilion and into the entrance of the Hwakgong Pavilion on the other side.
Passing through the gates, we entered and saw a large smokehouse with a small armory of eighteen and a half weapons.
“Are you here to grade?”
The balding man standing in front of the armory looked up and down the swollen snow and black markings.
“It is our Confucius who will be tested.”
“Confucius? Pooh.”
The bald man smirked as he looked at Bu Eunseol’s dragon form, which had been transformed into a normal face.
“Some of the descendants of the Wraiths have taken their squires to do romantic things.”
The bald man seemed to think that Bu Eun-sul was the offspring of a mangyun who had taken his servant to live a life of seclusion.
“Let’s move quickly.”
The bald man laughed and pointed a finger at Buunsul, who said he was bored.
“The test is simple. Just put your footprints there.”
Where the man pointed, there was a cypheron bluestone.
The marquee was graded by the depth of the footprints carved into the bluestone.
“Is the test just a test of tolerance?”
The man chuckled as Buunsul frowned.
“Of course, if your skill is judged to be above the first rank, you can take the advanced danseur’s test, but that doesn’t happen to novice danseurs.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to take the advanced romance exam.”
The bald man made a face at Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
He pointed to the bluestone tablet with an expression.
“First a footprint is carved in the bluestone, and only when the workmanship is judged to be more than a fraction of a millimeter does the…….”
He was speechless.
Suddenly, two footprints were clearly visible on the flat bluestone slab.
“When did this…….”
Sascha swallowed hard.
The footprints are even carved all the way into the bluestone floor. Bu Eunseol had used his superspeed mu ying to carve the footprints like lightning.
“You’re suddenly way beyond your skill set, right?
The man coughed, realizing that Boo Eun Seol was more than he could handle.
“Hmmm, follow me.”
Following the bald man through the smokehouse, they came to a rickety passageway.
After walking along the path for a while, we came to a large flower garden and a small stone house.
The bald man stood in front of the stone house, bowed his head, and said respectfully.
“Sir. Postmarked.”
Instead of an answer, a low coughing sound, “kolok kolok kolok,” came from inside the stone house.
“A man with more than a thousand skills comes to me and says he wants to take the advanced mage test.”
“High ranking romantic?”
Profit.
The door of the stone house opened and a very tall man walked slowly out.
For a moment, Bu Eun-sul looked surprised.
I expected an old man to come out, but it was a young man who couldn’t have been more than thirty at best.
“Kolokolok.”
Just then, the man coughed again.
Even with his head bowed slightly, he towers over half a dozen ships, and the longsword at his waist ripples with each cough.
“I’m a senior romantic…….”
When the coughing finally stopped, the man pointed to the swollen tongue.
“Give me a hand.”
“What?”
“You can give it to me.”
The tall man coughed again and turned away.
Suddenly, Buunsul nodded and said.
“You’re strong. It’s worth coming here after all.”
Smiling with a hint of white teeth, Buunsul blocked the man’s path as he turned to leave.
“You’re the vice lord of this place?”
“Right.”
“I see.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled thinly and spoke in a cold voice.
“Well, then, draw your sword.”
He looked blank for a moment.
A dashing young man who comes to you for a rating asks you to draw a greatsword?
But he soon realized what Buunseol meant and laughed.
“As you can see, I’m not well. I have a lung disease.”
“I don’t care.”
“You mean you’re going to fight with the patient?”
“Patient.”
The man smirked bitterly at Bu Eunseol’s smirk.
“Do you think I’m lying?”
“Your body may be weak, but your hands are very strong.”
The body is weak, but the hands are strong.
It was a strange statement that made no sense. But Bu Eun-sul’s eyes didn’t change.
The man’s body may have been sickly, but he realized that the power of the prayer that emanated from his right hand could part a river.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
Smiling low, he stared at Bu Eun-sul and nodded.
“So, you’re going to fight me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m afraid not.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t fight with just anyone.”
Sascha smiled a sweet, thin smile.
“I’ve given you a superior seal, come back to me in the future with a superior seal, Sushil, and I’ll think about it.”
With those words, he walked back into the temple without hesitation.
After a moment’s silence, the bald man standing behind him, Jikgak, panted and said, “I’m sorry.
“Are you crazy?”
He walked over to Bu Eun-sul and frowned at her arrogance.
“Did you even know who he was before you challenged him to a fight?”
“I don’t know.”
When Bu Eun-sul replied with a blunt answer, Xiang Gak opened his mouth in disbelief.
“You asked me to fight you without even knowing who you were?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re strong.”
“Huh. You’re a real stickler.”
Jingak slapped himself on the forehead and sighed.
“Wash your ears and listen carefully. That’s Master Zheng Tian, the third disciple of the Chu Sword Rang.”
“Super black?”
Snowflake’s eyes narrowed.
Chu Black. He was a martial arts master who belonged to the ten legendary martial artists of the previous generation, the Ten Masters of the Dao.
And that skinny guy is the third disciple of the Black Dragon?
“So you said you’re an old man.”
If you’re a disciple of Chu Black Rang, who made a name for himself more than sixty years ago, you’re almost the same age as the current masters of Gu Pilebang.
“If you understand, I challenge you, don’t do it. If it’s not worth your life.”
At his words, Bu Eun-sul smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
“So. What’s an express romantic to do?”
“What have you been listening to me for? If your life is worthless…….”
He didn’t continue.
A sense of irresistible majesty radiated from her smiling body.
“Hmmm.”
Xim Gak swallowed hard and coughed harshly.
“I’ll just have to take care of the twenty or so jobs for the higher-ups on the freelance list.”
“That’s too much.”
If you’re working on twenty jobs, you’re going to be overwhelmed.
He coughed as Bu Eunseol made an impression.
“Or you can take on the three designated contractor jobs that the department assigns you, but…….”
He continued.
“To be honest, you might want to rethink that.”
Said Xiang Gak, staring at Bu Eun Seol.
“Being a prime contractor means you’re dealing with a difficult task that can’t be solved by a freelancer, and it’s a losing proposition to try to deal with it by being an express wizard.”
Bu Eun-sul looked puzzled.
Because the bald man’s advice is for the benefit of the snowflakes, not the red tent.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“There are not many romantics so young and so skilled as you.”
Jingak sighed and said.
“In the Nangyin market, I’ve seen young people overconfident in their abilities and then crash and burn, and it’s a shame.”
I found him to be more blunt and honest than I expected.
“I see.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, seemingly pleased with the proof.
“Thanks for the advice.”
“Do you recognize it?”
Impressed, Symeon stole his nose, and Buunsul shook his head vigorously.
“I’ll just do it as a prime contractor.”
The Hydroponics Third Floor Oval Office.
This is the home of the Water Priestess, who distributes all the labor that comes into the camp.
Sigak, walking in front of me, said in front of the Oval Office.
“It’s a transverse pore increment.”
“Come in.”
A young woman’s voice came from inside, and Xiang Gak turned to Bu Eunseol.
“I’ve told her everything that’s going on, and we’ll just have to talk to her.”
Nodding, Bu Eun-sul opened the door without hesitation.
Then, amidst the stacks of books and tables, a woman in a blue robe sat down.
She was just about the right age, but she had a grace and elegance that younger women lacked.
“Soo Kyung Jeon, Dam Yoo Yeon”.
“No way.”
She glanced at the black marker behind the fluffy snow and nodded.
“I’ve heard all the stories, and I want to be the department’s first-class romantic.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to fight the big boys.”
“I don’t understand, so why don’t you just wander around and challenge the powerful?”
Buunsul said bluntly.
“There’s not enough time to be a wandering, non-stop traveler; they don’t always stay in one place, and some of them aren’t as good as their reputation suggests.”
Bu Eun-sul said as she scanned the interior of the office.
“But the jobs that come in for the Nangmen contain accurate information, and since they don’t belong to any faction, they’re likely to be dealing with powerful people.”
“To play the strong, you play the weak…….”
Dam Yoo-yeon’s eyes deepened as if she was recalling a faint memory.
“In the past, you said that the reason you became a romantic was to compete with the powerful.”
She glared at her swollen eyes.
“You said it’s complicated when you’re in any faction or group, even one fight.”
“I see.”
“Let me ask you a question.”
Dam Yoo-yeon’s gaze locked on Bu Eun-sul’s deformed, slender eyes.
“Isn’t it true that the reason why Mr. Xiao Hao wants to become an express romantic is to compete with the Heng Gongfu Lord?”
“Yes.”
“Is it because he’s strong?”
“Yes.”
Suddenly, a red, dark color of emotion flashed from Dam Yoo-yeon’s eyes.
It was anger and hostility.
But the glow of emotion quickly faded, and he returned to his soft, kind eyes.
“Good.”
She glanced at Bu Eun-sul’s guestbook on the table and nodded.
“If they’re willing to take care of some of the specialty work that the department has been struggling with, why not?”
He pulled a tattered envelope from the side of the table.
“It’s your first job, and you’ll probably like what you see.”
Opening the envelope, Buunsul’s eyes lit up.
The letter demanded the elimination of the mysterious dynasty that had recently taken control of the Fire Mountain region, and the forces under its control.
“Wang Zheng…….”
Looking down at the envelope, Buunsul shook her head.
“I’ve never heard of you.”
Dam Yoo-yeon said in a low voice.
“He’s a centuries-old master hidden in the Fire Mountain, a master who has attained the rank of Blood Sword.”