Chapter 57

What if Bu Eun-sul refuses a direct assignment from the top?
Right now, they could be demoted. Or, at worst, they could be imprisoned in the dungeons again.
“Hey, over there…….”
Sangliang and Maun, their complexions pale, bowed their heads as if they were about to fall to their knees and grabbed the sleeve of Bu Eunseol’s robe.
“This is going to get us in trouble.”
“Well, yes, and in the worst case scenario, we might lose a bad branch.”
Snowflake mumbled, swollen with their ejaculations.
“Well, I guess I’ll just go to another branch.”
The firing squad has no affiliation.
You can leave and take on a different assignment whenever you want, and you can quit at any time, as long as you fulfill your one-year commitment.
Sangliang’s eyes turned white at the muttering of the swollen snow.
“No, no, no!
This will undo all of your hard work.
Biting his lip, Shangliang clasped his hands together.
“Please take this job, I’m begging you.”
With his hands clasped together, Shangliang bent at the waist as if he were about to bow down.
“If this goes wrong, it could cost us our heads.”
“That’s a big deal.”
Sangliang’s stretched cheeks quivered at Bu Eunseol’s curt reply.
I was tempted to reach into my back pocket and stab myself in the back.
But his opponent is not the pillar of the Yueyang Branch and the greatest Goosekeeper of all time, Eighteen!
“That’s right.”
Sangliang, who was clenching his teeth tightly, forced a smile and said.
“If you’ll take this job, I’ll give you all the information that comes in, not just the equipment in the branch.”
The corners of his eyes drooped for a moment, then rose again.
I like the equipment.
However, being able to provide all the information that comes into the branch is a very attractive proposition.
It was like getting your own personal information organization.
“What’s the due date?”
“Who cares about deadlines, you and I are in the same boat.”
Shangliang rubbed his hands together with a twinkle in his eye.
It was the friendliest he’d been to anyone since he came out of the powerhouse.
“Good.”
Nodding, Buunsul slowly turned around.
“Just this once, I won’t do it again.”
Kuung.
As the door to the chamber closed behind them, they walked out, and Maun turned to Shangliang with an incredulous look.
“Are you crazy, you’re giving me all the information that comes into the branch?”
“What do you do with a guy who hates money? The only thing he cares about is the information coming into the branch.”
“No matter how you slice it, doesn’t that make our chapter his personal information organization?”
“It’s okay, once this is over…… maybe we’ll be able to get back to the fight.”
“Really, do you have any other good news?”
Maun’s face lit up, and Shangliang smirked.
“That’s not happening. But that good news will come when we’re done with this.”
“What does that mean?”
“If he gets this one right, it’s like he’s looking good for the guy who’s going to bail us out.”
“Wait a minute. Was the escort really that big?”
Maun asked in a shaky voice, and Shangliang narrowed his eyes.
“Yes.”
* * *
Cheapest.
It was a manor house that housed the surnamed Daejeon and his extended family.
But now, the interior of the great manor was empty, with only a few servants standing at attention.
“Hmm.”
Bu Eun-sul gazed at the beautiful garden of vaporizing flowers and sighed.
According to the investigation, the escort was visiting Yueyang on a cruise ship. But buying an entire manor to stay for a short time?
“That must be a huge rejection.
Tingling.
Then, with the sound of hooves, an ornate carriage drew to a halt in front of the main gate.
Duck.
The coachman opened the door of the carriage and a stout, middle-aged man slowly stepped out.
He was followed by a ghostly woman dressed in yellow silk and transparent cotton threads.
The middle-aged man was as sharp as the tip of a weapon’s blade, and the ghostly woman was as mysterious as a trembling flower.
“Who art thou?”
The middle-aged man’s question was answered with a grunt.
“I’m from the badlands.”
“I asked him who you are.”
“I’m a member of the Gutsal of the Yuyang Branch, and I’m here on escort duty.”
The voice is like a rock talking, with no highs or lows.
As the middle-aged man’s eyebrows rose at the blunt answer, the woman in the cotton yarn stepped forward.
“You’re the samurai escorting me this time.”
Her tone and demeanor were more graceful than the beautiful dragon’s head through the cotton threads.
“So what should I call you, Mr. Musa?”
“Call me eighteen.”
“Eighteen……?”
“The executioner has no name.”
Then the middle-aged man standing next to me said irritably.
“No need to use subscripts here.”
Buun-sul was about to reply, but the woman in the cotton yarn laughed.
“Oh, come to think of it, …… is a fake face.”
Ichae’s eyes lit up.
This young woman has discovered an immune osteotomy that no one else has discovered until now?
“Don’t be surprised, I’m just a little more observant than most.”
When you speak, the muscles around your mouth and the muscles around your eyes move together.
However, if you fix your face with a reverse osteotomy, the facial muscles will move a little awkwardly.
Bu Eun-sul, who was well versed in human musculature, knew the benefits, but no one else had seen them.
But the woman in the cotton yarn was the first to notice.
“Even if we saw your face, no one would recognize you, so feel free to show your face.”
“No thanks.”
“Why?”
“Whatever you do, you must always keep your true colors hidden. I can’t make exceptions for anyone.”
The middle-aged man’s eyes glowed with anger as the swollen snow cut him off.
“Did your…… liver swell up and burst from earlier?”
“What are you talking about?”
“In the future, don’t throw up on anything she says and do as she says.”
“I signed up for escort duty, I didn’t sign up to be a maid who does what she’s told.”
“What?”
At that moment, an aura like a thunderstorm emanated from the middle-aged man’s body.
His momentum was like a mountain, making the air in the manor as heavy as iron.
“Uncle.”
The woman in the cotton yarn shook her head.
“This samurai is just doing his job, please be understanding.”
“But he’s been there since…….”
“Please.”
At her pleading, the middle-aged man seemed to have no choice.
“How about a name?”
The woman in the cotton yarn smirked as she looked at the swelling.
“But Sensei Ten, Sensei Eight, and Sensei Eight are a little weird, so…… then I’ll call you Sensei Ho.”
“Do what you’re comfortable with.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and said, “I’m sorry.
“What shall I call thee?”
The middle-aged man snorted and sneered.
“Hmph, what are you asking for?”
“Okay. If something dangerous happens, or if I need to call her urgently, I’ll just make an ‘evil’ sound.”
The middle-aged man’s face flushed red as Bu Eun-sul bluntly replied.
The cotton woman folded her eyes back into half-moons as if to stifle a laugh.
“My name is…… and I’m Sook.”
When Bu Eun-sul glared at her, the cotton girl dropped her gaze slightly and blushed.
“I think you can call me Ms. Ho, or whatever you’re comfortable with…….”
“Then I’ll call you a wastrel.”
Nodding, Bu Eun-sul glared at the middle-aged man again.
The middle-aged man, who had guessed the meaning, snorted.
“Nobu is called Wu Wenhuang.”
Bu Eun-sul looked a little surprised.
He had the appearance of a middle-aged man and referred to himself as Nobu, and I had never heard of such a name before.
‘The master of the squadron.
In the booklet he gave me, he listed all the names of masters who had made a name for themselves in the last thirty years or so.
If he doesn’t have a name, he must have been a master of his craft.
“Sounds like you’re a pretty big deal, and I don’t think you’ll need my escort.”
The cotton woman smiled faintly at Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“Not only is my uncle’s allocation high, but he stopped playing a long time ago, and that’s what the main hall is concerned about.”
“Don’t worry, they’re just worrying for nothing. You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with this uncle.”
Wu Wenhuang grumbled, but Bu Eunsul quickly realized what she meant.
Being away from the river for so long means that your sense of danger has been dulled considerably. This is a significant limitation for escorting in unfamiliar territory.
“I see what I need to do.”
The Hunan region is a complex and diverse place where many different forces collide.
And since Bu Eun-sul knows the place so well, she’s the perfect person to fill in for Wu Wen-huang.
“There’s not much you can do about it.”
Wu Wenhuang raised the corner of his mouth and said.
“Nobu will take care of everything, you just need to stay out of Jade’s way.”
He pointed to her old clothes.
“Return here tonight, and come back here again tomorrow morning, and pretend to be a nobleman who has traveled with Jade.”
Wu Wenhuang seemed to think of the pavilion as a useless folding screen.
But Bu Eun-sul just nodded dumbly.
“Okay.”
* * *
Buunsul, dressed in a silk robe tailored for her by Nangya Gak, has returned to the Danjang.
Already there, a chariot was waiting for them, with Suo Jia and Wu Wenhuang inside.
“You’re just in time.”
She was dressed in a white robe, white as snow, with golden embroidery.
Even though it was made of cotton thread, its beauty and nobility was like seeing a crane in the clouds.
-Where are you going?
A normal person would have asked for a destination.
But Bu Eun-sul climbed into the carriage without a word. She was to follow Wu Wenhuang wherever he went and escort her.
Our first stop was a boat ride.
“Li Bai, the poet saint, loved alcohol and the moon all his life.”
On board the ship, Xiao’En said excitedly.
“Lee Baek’s death also, after drinking at Dongjeong Lake, he drowned while boating to catch the moon reflected in the water…….”
Our next stop was Akyanglu.
“Dongting Lake is the best water in the world, and Yueyang Tower is the best pavilion in the world. Dongting Lake is the best water in the world, and Yueyang Tower is the best pavilion in the world…“
As we traveled, So-ok never stopped telling tourists about the origins and history of the scenic spots.
“I can’t believe he talks so much and doesn’t get hoarse.
Bu Eun-sul listened to her story in silence.
Luckily, the voice was very clear and high-pitched, so it wasn’t too bad to hear. Otherwise, I would have covered my ears and stayed away.
All the while, her travels continued.
Enter Gunsan Island and visit Sangbisa Temple and its surrounding bamboo and tea gardens.
Then we got back on the boat and climbed up to the Jinseong Building at the eastern end of the island.
“Bring out all the dishes you’re proud of in this house.”
Seated at a window seat with a view, Xiao’En ordered enough food to feed ten generals.
Soon, the table was filled with dishes that were hard to put down.
“Enjoy!”
When Jumsoi set the bowl down, So-ok took off her cotton robe and began to eat carefully.
Eating has never been a big deal in Buunsul.
Eating was simply the act of putting food in your mouth that would preserve your health and life. It meant nothing more and nothing less.
But people of high status were also spending a lot of money on their meals.
“That’s unusual.
Sitting at the opposite table, watching Suo Jia and Wu Wenhuang eat, Bu Eunsul’s expression became subtle.