Episode 1736. Can you hold on? (One)
Reading people’s minds is difficult.
That’s what Hu Ga-myeong thought. Even if you don’t say anything about the ten-gil underwater.
Among them, the person standing in front of him now was someone whose true intentions were particularly difficult to fathom. Maybe it was the red bandage covering his face, or maybe it was the red eyes that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about.
However, I thought that the biggest reason why I couldn’t guess their meaning was their ‘origin’.
Blood Palace.
They are heterogeneous. Very much.
Although they are non-sectarians, they do not follow the rules of non-sects, and although they are outsiders, they live lives that are completely different from other outsiders’ sects. The most frustrating thing about household names was that I couldn’t figure out what they were aiming for in life.
As far as he knows, Blood Palace is a religion. Isn’t it said that in the past, it was called Hyeolgyo (血敎) rather than Hyeolgung?
So it was more difficult to understand.
Most religions that exist in the world have two common goals. One is to follow and understand the will of the one they serve, and the other is to spread that very will.
This was the part where Hu Jiaming did not understand the blood palace. They wear the mask of religion, but they do not evangelize. They simply live by following their own doctrines in places where no one can travel.
That’s why I don’t know. What on earth does the head of a religion that does not evangelize live for? Where on earth does everything he breathes, walks, and thinks lead to?
One might think that there is nothing strange about this, that such a religion could exist. But then, a new question was bound to arise.
The question was, ‘Then why did they step into the world again?’
However, there is no way to solve that question. There was no room for communication from the blood palace lord, who was standing like a withered and twisted old tree.
‘Can we find out?’
Even if Jang Il-so were his master, would he be able to guess the author’s true intentions?
When Ho Ji-myeong was asking such questions, Jang Il-so opened his mouth. With its unique nasal sound.
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so looks at the blood palace lord. There was deep interest in his eyes.
“What do you think?”
“… … .”
“Do you think the world you see after coming out of the dark and dirty cave is infinitely more enjoyable?”
At those words, the bandage covering the blood palace lord’s face twitches slightly.
“Maybe so. but… … . If so, isn’t that something you should know? “You could go back to that dirty hole at any time.”
A faint blood leaked out from the eyes of the blood palace lord as he looked at Jang Il-so. However, Jang Il-so’s words continued without stopping.
“You know.”
Jang Il-so laughs.
“There is no other way anyway. “Now even that dirty cave has become unsafe for you.”
“Know. “As you said.”
At that moment, a voice as if scraping metal came from the blood palace lord. The voice was a little deeper and heavier than before.
“There is no other way.”
The blood palace lord’s eyes, emitting a red glow, stare at Jang Il-so, who is smiling as if having fun.
“I admit we haven’t been of any help so far.”
“It’s neat.”
“It will be different from now on.”
“… … .”
Jang Il-so looked at the blood palace lord without saying a word.
Jang Il-so, who had not taken his eyes off the blood palace lord for a long time, soon nodded.
“Trust me.”
“… … .”
“You can go.”
The blood palace lord turns around. And without a single hesitation, he left the tent.
“… … .”
Then Ho Ga-myeong looks at Jang Il-so with a slightly embarrassed face.
“Rye, Lord Ryeon.”
Wasn’t it clear that he had called to find out the intentions of the blood palace lord? But what did you find out from this short question and answer?
“Hmm.”
Before Ho Ji-myeong can express his embarrassment, Jang Il-so slumps back in his chair.
“That’s interesting.”
“Ryeonju, what on earth… … .”
“huh?”
Jang Ilsoo tilts his head back and looks at Hu Jiaming. His unusually red lips were strangely curved.
“Why? “It’s an alias.”
“Weren’t you trying to understand the author’s intention?”
“yes.”
“But why… … .”
“Tsk tsk. A pseudonym, a pseudonym. “Why are you saying such obvious things?”
Jang Il-so lifted his head again and lightly grabbed the glass in front of him.
“Words have no meaning. “Because anything that can be made up is bound to be mixed with lies.”
Jang Il-so quietly looks at the clinking glass of alcohol. There was a strong, poisonous scent in the air.
“But there are some things you can never hide. “Even though the alcohol appears to be as clear as water on the outside, the scent it gives off cannot be hidden.”
“… … “What did you see?”
“It disappeared.”
“What if I say it disappeared?”
Jang Il-so chuckles and laughs. This was difficult to explain in words.
“well. Should I call it fear or discomfort? It’s impossible to convey everything with such shallow words, but there was something like the despair shown by a person immersed in a swamp. “For them.”
“… … .”
“But then it disappeared.”
“Are you saying their problem has been solved?”
“well.”
A mysterious light appeared in Jang Il-so’s eyes. It was as if he was mocking the whole world.
“When do you know that a person who is suffering from fear gets rid of that fear?”
“… … I do not know.”
“Two things. One is when the source of the fear disappears.”
“… … .”
“The other one… … . “It’s time to no longer be afraid.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes darkened.
“There’s nothing to worry about. It doesn’t seem like he had any other thoughts. no… … . To be precise, I would say that what they are trying to do doesn’t seem to be at all in line with what we are trying to do.”
Hu Jiaming’s face hardened slightly.
To interpret it, it is clear that the author had other thoughts, but it means that we should just cover it up for now. But I knew the nickname. Things that were covered up like this were bound to fester.
“You know, don’t you?”
“… … .”
“Someday, that festering wound may become a large noose that can strangle you.”
“I know.”
Jang Il-so slowly drank the alcohol in his glass.
“very well.”
A strong scent fills my mouth. It was hot and dizzy, as if I had swallowed poison.
“rather… … .”
“You know, pseudonym.”
“… … .”
“Even if you have a poisoned arrow stuck in your arm, there is no time to leisurely pull it out and kill it if there is an enemy in front of you. “Even if it means cutting off that arm later, you have to fight first.”
“Is there any way to cut it off in advance?”
“Then the enemy will kill me. An idiot with one arm missing would be an easy opponent.”
A short sigh escaped from Hu Jiaming’s mouth.
As Jang Il-so said, he knew.
It’s a mess.
Hao Wen, Sun Sign, and Blood Sign, everyone has different thoughts. Although they are bound together in the name of a link, this loose connection may be broken at any time.
But I also knew the family name.
This is what war is about in the first place. As the wins and losses pile up, the antipathy towards each other grows. The war had no choice but to move forward, devouring everything.
but… … .
“Aren’t you glad you have alcohol?”
“… … Lord Ryeonju.”
Ho Jiamyeong tried to comfort Jang Ilso. Although he seemed more relaxed and relaxed than anyone else, Hu Jiaming knew that the burden he was carrying in this situation was definitely not light.
However, the words that came out of Jang Il-so’s mouth at that moment were a little different from Hu Jiaming’s expectations.
“It covers up the disgusting smell of the swarming pigs a little bit.”
“… … .”
Hu Jiaming looked at Jang Ilso with a blank face.
There is no change.
This man, even in this situation… … . She felt weak for a moment, to the point where she felt ashamed of herself.
“But it’s an alias.”
“… … “Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“Are you familiar with it?”
Jang Il-so smiles softly and looks at Hu Jia-myeong.
“… … .”
Ho Ji-myeong looked at those eyes for a long time and started laughing without realizing it.
“… … “That is correct.”
okay. be used to.
The sight of lowly ghosts going to great lengths for a small profit. There is also the scene of people waiting for an opportunity to plunge a sword into the back of a comrade who is fighting with them. And how to fight with a smile among all those enemies.
It was not a particularly unfamiliar experience for them as they climbed up from the deepest bottom of Sapa. It’s just funny that things like this still happen.
But again, I can understand.
I don’t know why, but it has been like that in the past. As the war becomes more intense, people become more base.
“It’s nothing new. “If you try to shake up the world, you are the owner of a power, so you are just a big pig anyway.”
“… … .”
“If you don’t let go of the leash… … . “We will not reveal this until the moment the war ends.”
That is correct.
However, Hu Ga-myeong did not know the other side of those words. How much it gnaws away at people to hold them by their leash, control them, and fight a war like this.
The rare shade visible at first glance on Jang Il-so’s white face proved that fact.
But you have to endure. Because war is about swallowing filth and moving forward. The one who cannot endure until the end loses. Jang Il-so and his family name knew that fact.
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
“yes?”
Before he knew it, Jang Il-so was looking at him with a grin.
“Of course, I’m not in a position to bluff. “Because you never know when and where a knife might get stuck in your throat.”
Jang Il-so drank the alcohol he had filled in his glass in one go.
Several poisoned blades are already stuck on his back. If he shows even the slightest slack, those daggers will undoubtedly pierce his back.
But it can’t be removed. The moment he pushes away those daggers, the things he wants will never be in his hands.
moving forward.
Moving forward as if the daggers aiming at him from behind did not exist was the natural path for those who wanted to become the losers of the world.
“but… … “It’s nothing to worry about.”
“… … .”
“War is simple. It doesn’t necessarily have to be perfect. Just being a little better than your enemy is enough.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes sank gloomily.
“The swamp of war is fair to everyone.”
They are mired in a swamp of reality and desire. No matter how hard I struggle, I sink deeper into the mud.
But what about them?
They too will be in the mud now. It is not the mud that Jang Il-so fell into, but the mud that is Lee Sang.
“Do you think they will collapse on their own?”
“well.”
Jang Il-so smiled.
“It can’t be that easy.”
“… … .”
“But know this. It’s not like a real sword that destroys things like that. They can die smiling even if a knife is stuck in my throat. but… … .”
Jang Il-so’s eyes shine eerily.
“When I found out that the ideals I had believed in were nothing… … “It breaks down strangely easily.”
“… … .”
“Even with the smallest of triggers.”
Jang Il-so’s eyes contained deep emptiness and heat at the same time.
“Can I escape? The contradiction they created for themselves? Can you hold on? “The symbol of that contradiction collapses?”
Jang Il-so chuckles and laughs.
“It’s a shame. “It would be more fun if we sat across from each other and had a drink.”
Jang Il-so raised his drink. Then she slowly passes the drink. The excitement of meeting the Hwasan Sword Association was contained in that drink.
* * *
And that time.
Vanity and heat. A man with eyes that were eerily similar to those in Jang Il-so’s eyes looked at the people sitting in front of him.
Baekcheon.
His mouth opened slowly.
“Hwasan Great Disciple Baekcheon.”
“… … .”
“I meet Taesang Jang, a writer.”
A suffocating tension settled in the vast battle.
