Chapter 62

Bu Eunseol’s fingers tightened around the searchlight.
It’s unbelievable.
The Gong Siblings have been practicing martial artists for decades. And yet they were spies for the Martial Alliance?
“If you say no.”
The masked man’s eyes, which had been smiling at Bu Eunseol’s words, turned cold.
“Are you saying you’d turn down an armor mission?”
“Because it’s annoying.”
In response to Bu Eunseol’s answer, the masked man said sarcastically.
“An armor mission is effectively an order. If you refuse, you’re refusing to obey the orders of your master.”
“Hmm.”
“You worked as a lifeguard, so you know…… the damage isn’t just to yourself.”
Swollen Snow squinted her eyes.
Refusal to do so is punishable by high treason. Of course, I’m not afraid of being locked up in a brain cell.
The problem is that Bu Eun-sul is one of the ten horsemen of Nangyagak.
“If I say no, it hurts my cabinet.
Dan Qing even went out of his way to help Bu Eun-sul become a member of the Guards.
But what if he refused to fulfill his duty and went into protest? The repercussions would surely extend to Nangyagak, and then to Dan Cheng.
“Are you going to deny it?”
The masked man’s voice was playful, but there was a hint of doubt in it.
Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through her mind.
“Do you doubt me before.
There are many masters in the game.
Even if the Gong Siblings are faction spies, there are plenty of masters to deal with them.
But to designate himself with a protective order? That doesn’t really explain it, unless he’s under suspicion.
“I can’t help it.”
The masked man’s pupils immediately curved into half-moons as Bu Eun-sul accepted the inspection.
“It’s a smart move.”
The next day.
Waking up early in the morning, Bu Eun-sul packed her outfit for the journey.
Dealing with the Gong Siblings must be done carefully. They are not only powerful martial artists, but they are also the leaders of the Yue Yang Branch.
What if someone used the advanced information to create a distraction? What if the masked man was not a demonic figure, but rather a mole for the Martial Clan?
‘Probably not, but…….’
If nothing else, the Gusaldean pattern is hard to imitate.
The paint used to make it is a special paint that was created in-house at Mazen.
“I’ll have to check it out.
After a fierce battle, Bu Eun-sul headed for Gyerim.
That’s the place where Gongsi Sengma beat the spy to death. If so, then the Gusal Dae Gyerim Branch must contain the truth about what happened that day.
After traveling day and night without rest, Bu Eun-sul finally arrived in Gyeryeong.
“We need to find a chapter leader.
Bueunseol, who can freely view the information of the Aegyang branch with the suggestion of a higher amount.
He knew better than anyone how the chapter handled and stored information.
Gusaldae Gyorim Branch.
This is where the more partisan intelligence organizations are stronger than the Mado.
As a result, the intelligence organizations of the past were forced to operate in the shadows.
A shabby back alley a little off the beaten path.
The old manor house located here was Gusaldae Gyerim Branch.
Self.
Bu Eun-sul, who has been practicing extreme speed, sneaks into the manor with ghostly movements.
Disguised as an ordinary manor house, there were quite a few people bustling around inside. But no one seemed to notice Bu Eun-sul’s movements.
‘There’s a claustrophobia here, too.
He walked into an ante-chamber labeled “Philanthropy” and his eyes lit up when he saw the shelves stacked high with books.
Cluck, cluck, cluck.
The books on the shelves were moved around to reveal a secret passage with a clanking sound.
“Is it Kihyun?”
As I walked through the lighted passageway, I heard a low male voice.
Inside, a middle-aged man with a house of his own was drinking tea with a table piled high with books.
He was Jin Jin, the branch leader of the Guilin branch.
“Who are you?”
Jin quickly reached for the organ under the table as the young man he’d never seen before glared at him.
“There’s no point in pressing it.”
Tak.
Buunsul slammed a long piece of iron down on the table.
“Because they broke all the organs that sounded the alarm when they came in.”
After a moment of silence, the vibration made me squint.
“What do you want?”
“Four years ago. All the information we have on the Gong clan’s pair of horses in Guilin.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Gong?”
Jin looked at Bu Eunseol with a puzzled expression.
“Why are they going after information that’s not going to do anything?”
“Come on in. I mean no harm to this branch.”
Tatatak.
The snowflakes rolled lightly on the floor a few times.
It was the signal he used to identify himself as a member of the Salvation Army when the inevitable happened.
“Which branch are you from?”
“I don’t need to know, I don’t have time, just give me the information.”
“Why should I provide information?”
There is no back and forth between members and branches, as members must always keep their identities hidden.
In short, you don’t even have to follow orders except those directly from the top.
“You’ll have to provide it.”
Bu Eunseol drew her longsword like lightning and sheathed it again.
Ironclad.
As soon as he released the sword, the teacup in front of him shattered into eight pieces.
“If you refuse, your head will also be cut into eight pieces.”
“You’re going to kill a chapter leader from another chapter, even if he’s a dick?”
Qin Lie smirked, and then said.
“Do you think you and your sect will be safe if you are duly reported to me before the majesty?”
Even though they may be working alone and undercover, they’re not without organization.
Killing a fellow Mage or disrupting the organization can result in severe sanctions, not only for the individual, but also for the faction.
Jin Deng, who is well aware of that fact, said in a relaxed voice.
“I don’t know what clique you’re from, but if you step down now, you’ll be…….
“It’s the floating theory of Nanyagak.”
“Nang…… nangyagak?”
A glint of blood flashed in Bu Eunseol’s eyes as she looked down at Qin Lie.
“If I kill a few of your kind, I won’t be punished. Do you understand?”
“Wait, what if the swollen tongue is…… ten horsepower?”
Jin’s face, which had always been a laid-back smile, quickly hardened.
He is also the head of the information organization.
Bu Eun-sul is the most promising newcomer among the Ten Demon Warriors, and we’ve been informed that he’s been eyeing the Senate.
Just because he killed one of the branch chiefs of Guilin, doesn’t mean he won’t be punished.
“You may claim to be a master of the Magisterium, but…… information handled by the Magisterium can only be obtained by members of the Magisterium.”
“You have a bad head. You forgot you proved you’re a gook earlier.”
Bu Eun-sul said in a cold voice.
“I am the Eighteenth Lord of the Evil One.”
For a moment, Qin Lie’s mouth dropped open.
For the past year, the legendary Goosekeepers have been appearing in the badlands, completing impossible missions.
The saga of the Eighteenth was spreading relentlessly through the intelligence community.
But the eighteenth issue was Boeunsul…….
“You are eighteen…….”
Qin Lie’s mouth twitches,
“Even if it’s a hassle, I’ll just kill it and take it.”
Without hesitation, Bu Eun-sul drew his sword.
Then, a chilling foreboding spread through the room, and Qin Lie felt a chill around his neck.
“Wait, wait, wait, I was so surprised I was dazed for a moment!”
Wiping away a cold sweat, Qin Lie quickly stood up and pointed to one of the bookshelves.
“I’ll be right back, just give me a minute.”
“Hmm.”
With a low snort, Bu Eun-sul sheathed her sword again, and the momentum that had been building from all sides dissipated.
Qin Lie said as he involuntarily strangled himself.
“The information stored in the branch is all blank (secret language: password), and it cannot be retrieved from…”…
“I got it. I just need to escort you to a private room.”
Buunsul has already become an expert at manipulating information.
You’ve learned how to sort through the pure, high-level information that comes into the Yuyang Branch and how to interpret the language used by the Mazen.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you were to enter Nangyagak’s fengyun zone right away.
“You can check it out here.”
The lantern that opened the door to the chamber pointed to a shelf.
She quickly began to read through the stack of pamphlets.
“This is…….”
His eyes widened as he sifted through the information that was being passed around at the time.
He finally saw the truth with his own eyes.
-Every branch of the Order specializes in training Sejak. Not to mention alliances such as the Magi and the Martial Alliance.
Suddenly, the words Dan Qing had spoken to me before I entered the pit echoed in my ears.
-If it’s between individuals, it’s about who can deploy their swords faster, but if it’s between factions or factions, it’s about who has the best espionage organization.
“It was.”
Closing the book, Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
Still, the Murimen and the Magi…… were engaged in a silent war.
* * *
After returning from Gyerim, Bu Eunseol rested in her hiding place for a day.
Toward evening, he bought three bottles of specialty yellow liquor and grilled chicken with plenty of ginger from Jingharu. He then sent his boy, Jumshoi, to deliver a letter of inquiry to the Hohyeon Bookstore.
-Tonight, let’s have a drink in the bamboo grove on the west gate side.
Before I knew it, the grubs were losing.
In the bamboo grove outside the west gate was a small pavilion.
This pavilion was once built by liquor barons to drink while gazing at the scenery.
But with all the good juru and sutdos in the Near East, no one came here anymore.
Chirp.
Sitting in the old pavilion, Shangliang and Maun scooped up a large bowl of stretched yellow liquor with their large spatulas.
Gulp.
As the huang liquor slid down his throat, a strong, fragrant aroma washed over his stomach.
“Kaaaah. That’s really good.”
Bamboo leaves fluttered in the breeze with a swoosh.
Sangliang muttered as he gazed up at the moon rising through the bamboo.
“Live long and see what happens, by the way.”
Taking a small sip from his glass, he looked at the swollen eyes and said.
“I never thought Confucius would be the first to ask for a drink.”
“That’s right.”
Maun, who was sitting next to me, smirked.
“I never thought I would be served by Confucius in my lifetime.”
“…….”
Bu Eun-sul, as usual, just sips his drink in silence instead of answering.
“You know what?”
At that moment, Maun smiled and spoke to Bu Eun-sul.
“You know, you and I often imitate Confucius’ way of drinking.”
Bu Eun-sul’s drinking behavior has always been consistent.
Not in one gulp, but in small sips, like drinking tea. It was a very steady sip.
I may seem like a slow drinker, but I drink non-stop, so I tend to drink a lot more than I would if I were to empty my glass in one sitting.
“That’s the thing. It’s kind of cool at first, but then you see it over and over again…… and you start to copy it.”
Sangliang’s low muttered words made Maun smile.
“You know how they say that when you like someone, you take on their habits?”
But Bu Eun-sul was still drinking and not talking.
In less than an hour, all three jugs were cleaned out.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever had a more refreshing drink in my life.”
Sangliang gasped, and Maun nodded.
“That’s right.”
For a moment, there was silence in the bamboo forest.
With a dry smile, Shangliang looked at Bu Eunsun and nodded.
“Okay, you’re done drinking, so if you have something to say, say it.”
The two already knew.
I realize that when Boo Eun Seol asked me to sit down with you today, it was to say something difficult.
“Do you think I have something to say?”
Sangliang smirked at Buunseol’s question.
“It’s been almost a year since I’ve known you.”
Usually, Shangliang was respectful to Bu Eunseol.
But now, for some reason, he’s keeping his voice low and relaxed.
“A year is not a short time.”
“Then you know very well that I don’t say much.”
“Yes, you are reticent, but you don’t drink as fast as you did today.”
Shangliang said bluntly.
“When anybody wants to say something they don’t want to say, they’ll borrow the strength of alcohol.”
“I see. I didn’t know that.”
“If you have something to say, say it.”
“Good.”
Bu Eun-sul said in a low, sullen voice.
“Are you really a spy for a political party?”