"Hmm."
Hyun Jong sighed softly as he looked at the sunlight coming through the window.
For some, that sunshine may be a pleasant start to the day. However, for those who have a hard time living the next day, there is nothing more to blame than that sunshine.
It's morning again.'
Eventually the day started again.
It's already been two days. Until the date the princess said, all that remains is oil.
Oil. Just oil.
Hyun Jong closed his eyes.
"Oil."
Failing to raise a hundred thousand in that short time, Hawasan will be deprived of all warlords and put out on the streets.
There are three things that make people live.
righteousness, and expression, and finally state.
To lose one's place to live means to live no longer.
Of course those who belonged to Hawasan will somehow find another life. But Hawasan will no longer be able to retain the name Hawasan.
Those who have a will and will may remain to carry on the name of Hawasan, but it's just a name. For many years, Hawasan, a prestigious man, was sentenced to death.
If the huge civilization, which had thousands of disciples, is reduced to about a dozen, and if it continues in the form of a home appliance warrior, can we say that it has not been extinct?
Those who have lost their residence have no choice but to disperse. There will be people who follow him for a while, but when they are at a loss for life, they will all find their own way.
That's how....
'No.'
Hyun Jong shook his head violently.
This is not the time to think weakly.'
There is still oil left. If you somehow raise money in it, you can protect Hawasan.
He is a long storyteller of the Grand Hwasan. Never give up until the day Hawasan disappears. Everyone else is entitled to give up, even if they can.
Hyun Jong raised his hand and rubbed his face.
Everyone who had a nail-sized relationship with Hawasan reached out. A book of Hawasan's circumstances is being distributed to the world. Among them, there may be one person who can help Hawasan.
If someone helps one person...….
Hyun Jong laughed unconsciously.
'Helping.'
If I had any intention of helping, I would have already helped. Even when there was nothing left to receive from Hawasan, there was no help.
But who even lends a fortune of 100,000 dollars to the now ruined Hawasan?
It's heavy.
You can't avoid it and you can't ignore it. However, Hyun Jong was overwhelmed by this weight that weighed on him day by day.
The burden of Hawasan's losing touch with his generation was unbearable in his sober mind. I prayed and prayed that tomorrow morning would not come in the ensuing sleepless night.
It was then.
"Long man!"
Hyun Jong hurriedly rearranged the chair.
No matter what his stomach is, he should not show this to his disciples. Even if Hwasan goes under tomorrow, he has to be remembered only for his noble self as a long-time writer.
"What's going on?"
"Well, I think you need to come out for a minute."
"Hmm?"
Hyun Jong tilted his head.
But I'll think for a while. Hyun Jong got up from his seat and went outside. Outside the door, the sword stood with a slightly frozen face."Fortune?"
Hyun Jong narrowed his forehead.
It's not a cloud rock, it's a cloud sword. Isn't Ungum in charge of the White House now? If Unam came, it means something happened in Hwasan, and if Unam came, it means that there was a problem with the white plum.
But what happens at the White Plum that a long-time writer has to hear in personally.
Is that in the early morning like now?
"What happened?"
"Now, the long-winded man."
The face of the sword is strange. He seemed to be very surprised, very sick of it.
What the hell is going on?
It was very heart-consuming to teach children who did not understand words properly and who were not yet grown up. Being chosen as the right person for such a job tells how calm Ungum is.
But even such a fortune-teller is not keeping his composure at the momentarily.
"I'll go and tell you the details. Jang Moon In! You have to go in person."
"...Get ahead of yourself."
Hyun Jong followed the fortune-teller without saying a.kabuta.
It is not difficult to ask the circumstances. But it's not too late to go and listen to it.
"Yes, long-time man!"
The Ungold sword spread the light and advanced. Hyun Jong followed suit without delay.
Where are we going?'
Hyun Jong slightly frowned. It is not the White House where the Ungum is headed. It was Yeonhwabong Peak, which connects to the back of the White Plum Hall.
What about Yeonhwabong?
However, the fortune-teller climbed Yeonhwabong with all his might if he did not intend to answer his questions.
We'll find out when we get there.'
As I climbed Yeonhwabong halfway along Ungum, I saw the three great disciples sitting here and there on the side of the road.
'Huh?'
What are those kids doing over there? And why do all the kids look like...…?
Hyun Jong opened his eyes wide.
Children were lying on the left and right sides of Thoreau climbing to Yeonhwabong Peak. Even though a long writer came, he couldn't even raise his head and gasped.
"What is this?"
The fortune-teller was furious.
"Guys, can't we have an example right now when the long man is here?"
"Let it go."
"One, the long man."
"More than that, what happened to the children?"
"That's...."
The sword turned its head away while reading the countenance.
"Chung-Myung! Where is Chung-Myung?"
Chung-Myung? Why does that name come from here?
Hyun Jong looked at the Ungold sword with a face that he couldn't understand at all. I think Chung-Myung is referring to a new kid who just came into Hawaii, why would he call him?
"Here you are."
The answer came before the question was answered.
Hyun Jong's eyes opened when he turned his head to the side where he heard the answer instinctively.
"You, you, why, huh?
From behind the tree walked Chung-Myung, a grotesque skeleton.
His face was whiter than a blank sheet, and his lips turned bluish. The black shade under the eyes is almost down to the chin.
In short, it is not the appearance of a man.
There seemed nothing strange about falling down and dying right away.
"What the hell happened?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've over-trained...…."
What the hell are you talking about?
If a man looks like that just because he trained, not a single person would have survived. You have to say something that makes sense.
Then the Woongeom hurriedly opened his mouth.
"That's not the point right now."
Hyun Jong glared at the moment.
Doesn't it matter?
"What are you talking about?"
I can't believe you're talking about this shit!The White House is the future of Hawasan. The three great disciples at the White House are not the only ones who will lead Hawasan in the future. But no one else said that...….
"You have to come here. Chung-Myung found something strange."
"Strange thing?"
"Oh, come on!"
The attitude of the fortune-teller is so urgent.
'No...…'
If someone else had shown this attitude, he would have yelled right away, but the person who is fretting in front of Hyun Jong is none other than Ungum. The calmest rhyme in Hawasan runs wild like a foal on its tail.
Hyun-jong eventually followed Chung-Myung and Ungum into the bushes as if possessed.
"What the hell is...."
Hyun Jong's words didn't last much longer.
The ground dug into his sight and the old box beneath it came in. The entrance to the box was half open.
Hyunjong's eyes are getting bigger.
can see
Something golden was shining inside the half-open box. There is only one metal in the world that emits that golden light.
But it wasn't just gold that caught Hyun Jong's eye. The book lying next to the gold.
The title of the book was even sucking Hyun Jong's soul.
대Hwasan Pahwahwahwahyeon Business Department 『
A d*mn long title and the number attached to it.
"This, this, this...…?"
Hyun Jong couldn't get his act together.
Why do you mean this is coming from here? Why do you even mean it comes with that gold?
It is scary to approach the unbelievable reality. He is afraid that those things will disappear like a mirage if he reaches out for nothing.
"Yi, how did you find this?"
"That kid found it."
"That kid?"
Hyun Jong's head is turning. Chung-Myung looks like a walking corpse.
"Yi, how did you find this?"
Chung-Myung opened his mouth with a half-dead face.
"New, Dawn...I'm going to the early morning training...…."
"What?"
Listening to a mosquito-like voice, Hyun Jong tilts his head. Then the fortune-teller gave me a sneak interpretation.
"I think it means that I climbed Yeonhwabong for training at dawn."
"When did you start doing that at dawn?"
"It's been a while since we started. Since that kid came."
"Huh?"
Ever since that kid came.
How long has that kid been here?
'Oh, no. This isn't what's important right now.'
You can weigh the details later.
"So you were climbing Yeonhwabong for early morning training when you found this?"
"To be exact, I was so tired that I was going to rest inside the bushes, but the seat was strangely hard, so I looked at the floor and something was sticking out. So I dug it just in case...…."
"Oh, my dear.
"By the way... ..the stuff inside is so...… it's unusual, so I'd rather inform the superiors of the private sector than check it myself.I think it's right to do it."
"Tur, take your time. What kind of training are you doing to make a letter of return?"
"Training is... the root of no man…"…."
"Well, I get it. You're in love with her for a while! I'll check it myself."
Hyun Jong swallowed his dry saliva and approached the chest. Then he put his trembling hand into the chest. His hands touched not the brilliant gold that caught everyone's attention, but the books next to it.
"Hwasan Pahon Pahon Business Department."
Taking out each book, Hyun Jong murmurs as if he is out of his mind. A trembling hand told me how turbulent his mind was now.I didn't even think about opening a book. If you open a book clumsily and this old book crumbles, you won't be able to close your eyes even if you die.
"The Great Hawaiian Parcelor."
This was clear from the history of Hawasan. It may not play a substantial role as a book, but it is a book that might be more important for the Hawasan writer.
Hyun Jong's eyes, where he carefully put down the books he took out, came to the title of the book, which was laid down lightly.
"Chi, chi, chi...…."
His eyes twitch.
"Chi, Chilmae, the black book?"
My whole body is shaking.
"This is where...…. This is...."
"Come on, Long Writers!"
"Growl."
Hyun Jong's body, whose consciousness flew white, fell back.
"Long man!"
"Get a hold of yourself! Long story!"
Listening to shouts coming from all over the place, Hyun Jong grinned brightly until the moment he lost his mind.
What comes out of this ark is not just wealth and bookkeeping.
It was hope.