"for a moment!"
Aenghwa stopped at the woman's cry.
Chun Ha-jin cleared his ears.
"Your throat is also good."
The woman's face turned extremely cold.
"What is this?"
"what?"
"What are you doing!"
"You won't know what you did by looking at it, you robber bitch."
"Hey, Three Gongja!"
"Hey, and I'm asking because I really don't know."
Chun Ha-jin tilted his head.
"Are you going to be a disciple of the teacher like me?"
I was asking because I was genuinely curious, but from the person concerned, it only sounds sarcastic.
The woman's face turned red. I can't seem to control my facial expression.
"Isn't it? Yeah, it seemed like it. But don't they make threats and shout in your face?"
"Look at this."
"Are you of a higher status than me?"
Chun Ha-jin turned his head to Aeng-hwa.
"Aenghwa, is that woman older than me?"
"No, it is not."
"ah! yes. you might know Who are you, that woman?"
Aenghwa glanced at the warriors.
Chun Ha-jin widened his eyes.
"Honey, why are you looking at these rice cakes? Answer me quickly."
"Yes, yes!"
Aenghwa is short and simply explained.
The woman's name is Hong Yeo-rin .
She is currently working as a member of the Hwanhuiwon of the Shingyo civil war, and is the daughter of the Jeoksaga of the Seven Mados.
Although she is young, she is strong enough to be called the late Jisoo, and she is a heroine who is recognized as an equal of Madou Murim for her excellent work handling.
and decisively.
"Oh, yes? A sister of a disciple like me?"
"Yes, yes."
"I wondered why he was barking like that, but he had a reliable backing."
The face of the woman, Hong Yeo-rin, was distorted.
Do you have a reliable backseat? Now, the Three Gongja were insulting him even though he knew of the bloody relationship between himself and his brother.
Chun Ha-jin waved his hand. Truly, it was a hand gesture from which the annoyance and drowsiness lingered endlessly.
"It looks a bit strange, but I like it. Please understand that it is the blood and blood of the same disciple. I don't want things to get bigger either."
"… … ."
"get out. and don't come again okay?"
Even if you come back anyway, I won't be there.
Chun Ha-jin smiled wickedly. When he finally thought about escaping from this place, the nape of his neck felt warm.
'this… … !'
Hong Yeo-rin's cheeks trembled mercilessly. It's hard for her to bear the insults she's received so far, but now she even laughs openly.
"… … great."
Suddenly, the expression on her face disappeared.
When the anger reached its peak, a wind rose that filled the calm face.
"I think it would have worked out better since the Three Gongja came out like that."
"Oh, bye."
"Before you go, take care of this one thing."
"What else?"
She took out two luxurious sheets of paper from her bosom.
"It's a contract signed between the two of us."
contract?
"Remember? If you cancel the contract first, or if you create a situation where you have no choice but to break it, the penalty for that is tripled."
"hmm?"
"If you convert the elixir invested in the Three Gongja into funds, it is close to 1,000 nyang in gold.
In addition to that, if you add miscellaneous financial support, it is a little over 2,000 nyang, but considering the affection so far, we don't give up."
"… … ?!"
"Six thousand nyang in gold. Pay now. If it is difficult, write a memorandum saying that you will pay it back by when. Then I will quietly disappear."
Elixir? financial support?
No, while being a disciple of the religious leader, did you receive the elixir and money from the blood relatives of the same candidate? What kind of crazy bullshit is this?
'I've never heard of this before?'
Cheon Ha-jin looked at Aenghwa.
Aenghwa shook her head with a frozen face. It was a look of complete ignorance.
'her! six thousand? Six thousand nyaang?!'
Six thousand gold.
Converted to hermits, it is sixty thousand nyang. If it was 60,000 nyang of the hermit, it was an outrageous sum equivalent to the budget of a decent family for a year.
You want me to give you that kind of money right now? If that doesn't work, write a memorandum?
what the!
"So what? Let's write a memorandum."
"… … yes?"
"If you can't pay right now, you told me to write a memorandum? Aenghwa! Prepare some paper, pencil, and ink."
It was Hong Yeo-rin who was rather embarrassed when it came out as if it was nothing big.
"Wait, are you writing a memorandum? really?"
"Write it, bitch."
There was a lot of bluntness in his tone. Hong Yeorin felt like she was losing her mind.
'Will you write a memorandum?'
A memorandum should never be written carelessly. In particular, the higher the social status, the more cautious.
This is because whether or not the promise is fulfilled is not the issue, but the very fact that the memorandum was written can cause controversy.
Even if the rumor that Hong Yeo-rin wrote a memorandum of some kind with the three gongs, the public's attention is bound to be focused on the three gongs.
Public opinion is like a double-edged sword.
It doesn't matter if the gaze only contains curiosity, but the moment it develops into suspicion, the subject is trapped in an invisible bar.
Wouldn't the bars put a lot of pressure on a person with three balls?
'Are you serious?'
Xu Liang was not very smart, but he was a man who knew the situation and could read the flow.
Of course, I thought I wouldn't even write a memorandum. That's why Hong Yeo-rin was also put up as an option.
Because it's the best way to put pressure on your opponent and stand on top.
But it is written Even with a casual expression.
"Are you sure you want to use it?"
"Do you dig your ears?"
"You mean you really want to use it?"
"Can you dig instead?"
The bridge of his nose trembled uncontrollably.
Chun Ha-jin laughed inwardly.
'There's nothing I can't write.'
He has more than 30 years of strong experience. There was no way he was ignorant of this cute burglar girl's shallow tricks.
So what? whatever?
Anyway, if you get out of here, the memorandum and everything will be disintegrated. He was a thorough individualist, with no interest in fame or power.
Besides, the original owner of this body was unnecessarily cruel, and he often killed people under him. I don't care about the face of this guy.
"Confucius, I have prepared paper, pencil and ink."
"Oh, good job."
Chun Ha-jin asked while grinding his food.
"How can I just write that I will pay it back in three or four months?"
"… … ."
"Why no answer? too long? Still, it's 6,000 gold, but I wonder if giving that much time suits the morals."
How to not know how people will work. Three or four months was the minimum insurance in case of an unexpected situation.
Hong Yeo-rin's complexion changed several times.
But that's for a while.
"… … great. use it."
"Draw."
Chun Ha-jin hummed and played with the brush.
Hong Yeo-rin, who was looking down at the memorandum with a confused face, suddenly opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"You write a memorandum."
"… … ."
"Do not talk to me. busy."
Hong Yeorin was dumbfounded.
"You know that changing the handwriting doesn't have any effect, right?"
handwriting? ah!
'I see.'
There was no way that his own handwriting was the same as that of Xu Liang.
But what does that matter?
"I'm not going to shoot a fight anyway. Don't get caught up in trivial things."
"… … ."
"Let's see, since the Chinese New Year is just four months away, you write that you will pay by the end of this year? Is that okay?"
"no."
"Six months? So that's it."
"It doesn't matter if it's three months or four months later. That's not what's important."
"Damn it, if you have something you want to say, say it coolly. It's not like I'm going to go and watch it, what are you going to do, from earlier?"
Hong Yeo-rin took a deep breath at the annoyed tone that showed no consideration for the other person.
calm down. If you get angry here, you lose.
"I need to correct the amount."
"Could you make it cheaper? Thank you then."
"I should raise it to 10,000 nyang."
The pen stopped.
"Ten thousand?"
"Yes, ten thousand cats."
"Are you kidding me? Why did 6,000 nyang suddenly become 10,000 nyang?"
"Because I also need to receive compensation for mental damage."
Chen Ha-jin's eyes furrowed.
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"10,000 Nyang."
"what?"
"Complete destruction of the contract is when the collection of money is completed. Until then, you have to keep your dignity as a contractor."
"It's classy and nabal, and no matter how many words you say, you raise 5,000 nyang?"
"I have to put it up."
In Hong Yeo-rin's eyes, there was a clear intent to kill.
"An insult to me is an insult to the enemy.
The Three Gongja treated the daughter of the Jeoksaga, a sect of the Protestant religion, as robbers, and spat abusive language in their face.
What if that fact becomes known to the outside world?"
He turned the insult he received into an insult to his family.
In other words, by inflating it as a matter between forces rather than an individual, it meant drawing a knife into the secret contract between the two.
From now on, it is neither a matter of money nor a deal for a better future.
It became a battle of egos.
"How will it be? Well, I'm not sure?"
"There will be many things like this, but it is certain that the Three Gongja will have unnecessary worries in the future.
The smell of blood attracts hungry wild dogs."
"Has anyone seen the insult?"
"Yes. those two."
It means the ascetic warriors he brought with him.
Hong Yeo-rin took another drink.
"Or, everyone in the family could have seen it."
"I'm talking crazy and I fell asleep."
"I'll raise it to 10,000 Nyang. And you'd better not take my word for it.
It's not difficult to inflate rumors if the family decides to do so."
"Are you capable of making a lie true?"
"Exactly, to the extent that it empowers the truth. A little lie may be added, but that is our heart."
Hong Yeo-rin smiled.
There was a hint of life in his eyes, but there was a sense of freshness in his expression.
"If you don't like that, change it to 12,000 nyang and make a decision. I'll tell you in advance, but there are no more discounts."
"… … ."
"What are you doing? don't take a picture Didn't you say you had something to do? You look very busy."
Chun Ha-jin silently glared at Hong Yeo-rin.
Hong Yeo-rin's smile deepened.
'How dare a guy who is useless!'
In the first place, the reason why he was supported with the elixir and money was to turn the Three Gongja into a red horse.
She was pushed behind by her brother in terms of martial arts, rank, and age.
But her ambitions far exceeded her brother's.
With the inherent limitations of being a woman and lacking talent, you cannot become a religious leader.
At the very least, I wanted to rise to the position of being below one person and above all people.
In the past, there was an idea of a arranged marriage with the Three Gongs, but now they have all gone.
There is no need for a red horse that has lost even the minimum dignity and is unable to run because of the drunkenness.
Unfortunately, the investment has been multiplied several times, so I have no choice but to find another red horse.
Hong Yeo-rin, who was elated, and Cheon Ha-jin, who glared at him.
Hong Yeo-rin thought that Cheon Ha-jin was embarrassed, but he was obsessed with completely different thoughts.
'… … Yes, it was.'
Let's escape the hellish Demonic Cult. Let's build our own peaceful life.
That's what he thought.
But there was one thing I just realized. She remembered exactly what she had forgotten.
'Life is an equivalent exchange.'
Of course, getting out of the Demonic Cult was not an easy task.
But he saw it too easily. He knew that with a little effort, he could easily escape.
Wrong. It was just an optimistic view.
'That shouldn't have happened.'
Three or four months of insurance? it will work out somehow?
This is the headquarters of Murim, the Mado, which has a reputation for being the most bloody in Murim.
I looked at the situation too lightly even though I was infinitely nervous and careful.
'Definitely, I'm still living in Moorim.'
And Moorim is a town where you can never achieve what you want unless you risk your life.
Swish.
Chun Ha-jin corrected the amount written on the memorandum to 12,000 nyang.
Hong Yeorin smiled.
"please."
"I won't."
"… … I beg your pardon?"
Chun Ha-jin gently dried the paper.
Hong Yeorin frowned.
"Hey, Three Gongja."
"It's Aenghwa."
"yes! Confucius!"
"Go out and call the captain of the escort."
Aenghwa hurriedly left without answering or questioning. I was very nervous about this suffocating atmosphere.
After a while, the captain of the escort entered.
"Invincible Protestantism, Manma Angbok. Meet the Three Gongja. Did you find a small person for something?"
"Prepare a wagon. I have a place to go."
"Sam Gongja, this is a presumptuous statement, but the current body of Confucius… … ."
"I'm going to the gyojujeon."
"… … yes?!"
"Prepare the wagon, and put a message before the pontiff. Let the third know that he will see Master."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room turned cold.
"Calling mom and dad? Great. Since my parents aren't here, I'll even call the master. After all, it's the military department, isn't it?"
After three months, I was really tired of it.
Now I don't look at the liver anymore. This place, this Demonic Cult will go into the heart of hell and stake everything to build a deal.
I am no longer annoyed with Hong Yeorin.
Rather, I was grateful. Thanks to this robbery, I fully realized how bloody this place is.
I'll have to stake that much to find my freedom.
I will take back my rights in front of the most powerful person here.
"What are you doing? Put a flue on the Red Saga too. Let's see who has the loudest voice in the gyoju match."
Hong Yeo-rin's face turned extremely pale.