Chapter 61

The so-called “Danxiaooc Sniper Incident” caused quite a stir in the Murim.
The Hunan region is home to a warring faction of Mado and political masters.
To have the lord of the house sniped at, and nowhere else? This caused quite a stir in the Murim.
-Get it!
The landlord was furious.
He not only ordered that those responsible for this be hunted down, but also that all schools of thought that were enemies of the good and evil be wiped out.
-The culprit was the Black Dragon Ark!
It is said that the Black Dragon Ark, whose arm was cut off by the house master in the past, took revenge and unleashed the beasts of the Blood Slaughter Gate.
Of course, the landlord didn’t believe him.
No amount of money would convince a Salmun to turn an entire housekeeper against you.
But when the evidence became clear, the landlord gave a short order.
-destroy.
The Black Dragon Sect and the Bloodslaughter Gate have disappeared from the Martial Realm. They forbade even mentioning the names of the two sects.
It erased the fact that there were even two waves.
* * *
Bu Eun-sul handled Gusal-dae’s mission as before.
He always chose dangerous and difficult missions that required him to risk his life, and he completed them without a single failure.
He continued to combine the profound knowledge he gained in battle with his swordplay. Soon, he was able to skillfully utilize the sword poleaxe, the split-second technique, and even the heavy sword.
And so another six months passed.
When the sun is slowly setting, Hoehyeon Bookstore.
Squeak.
Dressed as Xuesheng, Bu Eun-Seol opened the door to the antiquarian bookstore, and Sang-Liang and Maun rushed in, eyebrows raised.
“Confucius, you’re here!”
“Thank you for coming.”
Since that day, a lot has changed.
First, Sang-liang and Maun gave Bu Eun-sul a nice treat.
Bu Eunseol has earned the trust of her superiors by protecting the Dansojok from mysterious assailants.
In the remaining six months of his life, he accomplished a series of impossible tasks.
As a result, Sangliang and Maun, who were in charge of the branch, were recognized for their merits and were ordered to return to Mazen ten days later.
“Confucius, how are you? Are you having a drink today?”
Second, the relationship between the amount and the mound has changed.
Shangliang and Maun. The two of them were familiar with Juru, who sold good liquor, and occasionally brought it to Buunsul.
What began as a friendship soon turned into a frequent drinking buddy.
“Drinking again?”
At Bu Eunseol’s words, Shangliang rubbed his hands together.
“Even Confucius would not leave this place in ten days, so let’s have a drink here and there to pass the time.”
Maun, who was standing next to him, jumped to his feet.
“I’ll have the cooks at Hongluogak prepare the dish as soon as possible.”
But Bu Eun-sul shook her head.
“I’ll save the drinking for another time.”
“Why?”
“As the saying goes, there are only ten days left, so I must quickly organize my lair.”
After a year of living in Yueyang, life in Bu Eunseol’s lair had grown quite a bit.
I had to get rid of it quickly because I had camouflage outfits, various weapons, memorization, etc.
“Isn’t that what I’m good at?”
But Moun was up her sleeve.
“I’ll take care of that for you, Confucius, and you can rest easy for these ten days.”
Maun smirked.
“While Confucius was out traveling, my brother-in-law brought me three jars of bunju soaked by a master in Chang’an.”
“I am…….”
“I tried it the other day, and it’s so good, it sticks in your mouth. Confucius would never regret trying it.”
“Mmm.”
The swollen tongue made a low sound.
During his time in Yuyang, he became a man who could enjoy a drink.
When I had a particularly complicated thought, I would climb up to Jinghualu and enjoy a glass of Huangju.
For when strong drink is poured into the stomach, all the fires of the mind are extinguished.
“Come on, let’s not do this, let’s go.”
When Shangliang reached out, Bu Eunseol loosened her grip on his sleeve as if she had no choice.
A bright moonlit night.
Three shadows sat on the roof of an antiquarian bookstore.
It was Boo-eun-sul and Mr. Gong.
“No, I’m not going to give up my good seats and jump off the roof to…….”
Shangliang grumbled in a low voice.
Originally, Shangliang had booked a special room on the third floor of Honglugak. However, Bu Eun-sul suddenly arrived with grilled chicken and suggested they go up to the roof.
“Brother.”
Just then, a maul poked him in the side.
“I hear you like Confucius, Confucius.”
Bu Eunseul looked at Sangliang, whose lips were half a foot out, and said, “I’m sorry.
“Try a cup of Ye Xiu. If you don’t like it by the time you’re done, I’ll go to Honglu Gak.”
“Nope.”
As if he had no choice, Sangliang also climbed onto the roof.
“Let’s put it first.”
Maun picked up one of the roasted chicken legs and munched on it greedily, not knowing who would steal it.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Licking it to the bone, he gulped down the full glass of brew.
“Big.”
I shudder as the strong drink washes away the grease.
He sends his alcoholic breath up into the sky, and a pale moonlight pours down on the distant sky.
On a quiet night, the whispering moonlight falls, leaving the viewer with a strange feeling.
“This, this mood…….”
Maun nodded, as if realizing something.
“That’s quite a drink!”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
Shangliang rolled his eyes, and Maun held out a chicken leg and a cup of wine.
“Brother, have a drink. I’ll know when you do.”
Sangliang reluctantly accepted the chicken leg and gulped down the brew.
“Big.”
Shangliang has been drinking for over forty years.
But I never realized that drinking on the roof could be so sweet and wonderful.
“Indeed!”
Staring at the full moon, Shangliang slapped his knees as if he had just realized something.
“Confucius always seems to be in the mood for a good time. He’s learned to drink on the roof, hahaha.”
Looking at Sang-liang, who smirked in embarrassment, Bu-eun-sul replied dumbly.
“I just didn’t like the hustle and bustle.”
There was a deep, indescribable solitude in that short answer.
As Bu Eunsun looked up at the sky with a blank stare, Shangliang and Maun looked at each other and inwardly sighed.
-What’s the story with the young man who’s just past his contract?
In their eyes, she was not a normal person.
He’s joined the ranks of the dead that others shun, and he pursues martial arts by choosing life-or-death missions that he doesn’t have to.
Moreover, my mind was frozen in time, and my eyes were not on anything.
“Confucius.”
Sang Liang looked at the cold, still eyes of Feng Shui and sighed.
“The world is meant to be busy.”
He took a long gulp of his brew and spoke again.
“This rubella world. There’s not a place in it that isn’t wind and dirt.”
As if recalling the past, Shangliang looked at Bu Eunsun with a deepening gaze.
“If Confucius knew that, he would find the world a little more interesting.”
Sang-Liang’s voice seems to have a story to tell.
“…….”
When Bu Eun-sul looked at him with a strange gaze, Shangliang scratched his head with a frown.
“You’re breaking the mood. Come on, let’s drink.”
Shangliang laughed and held out his drink.
“If Confucius is not drunk today, I will make him drunk by raiding the liquor stores of the Honglu Gak!”
Then Maun grinned broadly.
“That’s great, let’s squeeze it and drink it first! Hahahaha!”
The deepening dawn.
From the roof, Shangliang and Maun’s voices filled the night sky.
Bu Eun-sul drank in silence, listening to their chatter the whole time.
He hadn’t realized it, but a thin smile had been tugging at the corners of his mouth the entire time he’d been drinking.
* * *
“Big.”
Buun-sul staggered out of the antiquarian bookstore.
His lair is a good distance from town, where his cover is that of a ragtag student.
So when I’d come back from a night of drinking, I’d purposely walk around with a big drunken streak.
“Threadbare.
Bu Eun-sul let out a low snort as she suddenly remembered the face of the Gong Siblings.
Profit-conscious and flattering, but laid-back and optimistic branch manager Shangliang.
A fiery, arrogant, but surprisingly simple and quirky informant, Mawn.
For two people who were too innocent to be called powerhouses, Bu Eun-sul felt a subtle connection.
“Off, drunk.”
Entering the hideout, Bu Eunseol reached out to open the door.
Squeak.
The old door creaked open, sending tiny tremors in all directions.
“There’s an intruder.
For the briefest of moments, his eyes flashed in the darkness.
Usually the maids and handymen sprinkle fine hair or glass powder on the door.
However, Bu Eun-sul, who has mastered the Beast Sword, does not need a device to detect intruders. He can detect the presence of enemies through the vibrations of the air alone.
“Hmm.”
She staggered to her feet and lay sprawled on the bed as if she hadn’t felt anything.
I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes to sleep for a while.
How much time has passed?
The shadow of a human form slowly began to form in the blackness.
“…….”
The shadow reflected in the moonlight was a cloaked figure in a black spray suit.
He silently drew the sword strapped to his back and pressed it against the swollen neck of the quilt.
“This is disappointing.”
The masked man clicked his tongue.
“I never knew the legendary goons of the Yueyang Branch could be so weak…….”
The masked man’s voice stopped.
Ironclad.
Before I knew it, hundreds of mnemonic devices were sticking out of the bare walls behind the masked man’s back.
“You pretended to be asleep and lured him to where you set up the mnemonic device?”
Turning his head slightly to look at the mnemonic device, the masked man nodded in satisfaction.
“If you stabbed me with a sword without knowing what you were doing, I’d already be dead as a porcupine.”
“Reveal your identity.”
A chill poured from the eyes of the swollen snow as she pulled the covers away.
The masked man, realizing that he would not hesitate to use his hands if there was the slightest hint of foolishness, quickly replied.
“I’m from Mazen.”
“Mazen?”
“Yes.”
Stepping back, the masked man sheathed his sword and sat down at the table across from the bed.
“Can I turn on the lights?”
When Bu Eun-sul nodded, the masked man touched his finger to the lantern on the table.
With a hiss, the darkened interior brightened slightly, and the masked figure’s eyes were clearly visible.
“A young man.
In the light of the lanterns, the hooded figure’s eyes revealed a very young man.
His sharply slanted eyes gave off an eerie aura.
“What do you want?”
“I’ve missed you so much. Eighteen, the legendary beast of Yue Yang.”
“If you say something stupid again, I’ll shoot you in the memorization.”
“Yeah, I was hoping we could talk a little bit.”
The Masked Man pulled a tattered envelope from his bosom.
“It was sent to you from Mazen.”
Ping!
With a sharp gust of wind, the tattered envelope in the cloaked man’s hand vanished.
At the same time, something sharp dug into Buunsul’s brow. A light, thin paper bag shot out with the memorization of a kung-fu punch.
Pods.
At that moment, a tear-stained envelope was stuck between the pharynx and the stop.
“Ho-ho.”
The masked man rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Wow, that’s really impressive, taking what I shot at you with my breaststroke lightly.”
Bu Eun-sul opened the envelope without replying.
On the outside of the yellow paper bag, the word “Gukho” was stamped with a red spider symbolizing Gusalbandae.
“Shield?”
The cloaked figure folded his eyes at the repetition.
“Yes, sir. It’s an armored mission that only goes to the best agents of the Gusalts.”
Armor missions.
These are assignments given to members of the Guthals, who are secretly scattered throughout the land. Because it comes directly from the warlord, it’s more of an order.
“There have been twelve armor assignments in the Mazen so far, and the recipients of those assignments have been some of the greatest masters in the history of the Gusalband.”
The masked man’s eyes folded into half-moons again.
“But no one has ever been given an armored mission at such a young age, how I envy you!”
Giggle at what’s funny.
Bu Eun-sul felt a sense of foreboding in his eyes and opened the envelope.
And as I began to read through the scrolls, I realized that the ominousness was real.
-The Fourth Prince. To the Eighteenth Prince of Yueyang.
Deal with the mole Gong Sibling, a member of the Martial Alliance.
The deadline is four days later, by the end of the handover.