Episode 3. A thunderstorm that is difficult to laugh at (2)
"I'm going to touch my body for a moment. Please forgive my rudeness."
"ah… … ."
"Do you have anything to say?"
"uh… … ."
"I listen carefully to what you say, Confucius."
"So that's… … ."
"… … ."
"… … "Do what you were doing."
"Yes, then."
The man caught Cheon Ha-jin's pulse as he lay down calmly like an obedient child.
flinch!
'cold.'
My fingers were as cold as ice, wondering where I got my body temperature. The chill even penetrated the calluses on my hands, giving me goosebumps.
Hell, even if a corpse were to touch it, it would be warmer than this.
The man closed her eyes.
Wooooow.
A weak energy rising with a strange resonance sound.
Cheon Ha-jin's pupils shook as if there had been an earthquake.
An evil energy pouring in through the veins.
'It's real magical energy!'
Magi.
It is not a magical energy that has been corrupted while learning some trivial martial arts.
It was a true magical energy that could only be unleashed by learning the so-called orthodox martial arts, which can be extracted from perfectly established martial arts.
I came to my senses.
'Rain, damn it! So this is really… … 'Woof!'
I suddenly felt nauseous. I haven't eaten anything, but I want to vomit.
I've been curious about this for a long time. Are you guys not smelly? If you contain this disgusting energy, won't you become depressed or vomit?
The man said, closing her eyes.
"The blood vessels were damaged, but the twisted brachial nerves have settled down to some extent. Fortunately, we have overcome the dangerous crisis."
I know.
"A lot of my muscles have degenerated, but my energy and vitality have returned well. This is why there is no discomfort in moving around."
I know, man.
"I wonder if the power supply has disappeared… … In fact, it may be a good thing. "It is as bad as not having a Danjeon that only creates turbidity."
Okay, so please get rid of this disgusting magic!
Her man took her hand away from her chest. Cheon Ha-jin let out a long sigh as if he could finally breathe.
After that, the man and the lawmaker talked in low voices. It was about how to proceed with subsequent treatment.
Cheon Ha-jin rolled his eyes.
'Pity! Rotten!'
It is an established fact that your body will get better. He was well-versed in medicine, and Muae-gong's magical skills were very magical.
The real problem is that this is a demonic religion.
'Aaaah! I'm going crazy, really!!'
Heavenly Demon God Religion.
The Heavenly Demon Church, the so-called Millennium Demon Cult, was the oldest and worst magic power of this era, created by the Murim Temple for thousands of years.
It is by far the strongest in terms of single force, and its very existence was like a symbol of chaos that made the entire martial arts group nervous.
In terms of simple numbers, the alliance of Uicheon Maeng and Sanghyeolseong was overwhelming, but Kangho called Uicheon, Sanghyeol, and Cheonma the Three Powers.
The danger level of the Heavenly Demon Church is already explained at the point where a single armed group stands shoulder to shoulder with the coalition.
Although there was a prestigious family called the Madochilga, they were also a branch of Shinism.
Demonic Cult, and Chilga.
The worst group of demons in history, treated as the equivalent of a plague by those who live in the powerful world.
in short… … .
'You have to jump out!'
Fish must live in water. The moment you go to land, you are bound to fall, regardless of the species of fish.
There would have been an uproar just because he was from the Seventh Family, but he is the Confucius of the Demonic Cult. I thought I was fucked moderately, but I was fucked properly.
No matter what happens, running away is the answer. This is not the time to argue about status or laziness.
If you don't bounce, you die!
"The speed of improvement is very fast.
However, I think it is time to take some time to rest.
"I will be taking herbal medicine and acupuncture in the morning and evening, so I think it would be best for you to lie down for a while."
The man's voice was blunt and even cracked. Does it feel like a rush of rocks? The tone and voice are quite annoying.
For the sake of the patient's safety, it would be better for you to keep your mouth shut.
"Representative Jang."
"Yes, Ark."
"Put up Jeongangtang (全康湯) in the future. The needle is a gold needle. "Change your meals to regular meals."
"Well, is that okay?"
"… … ."
"All right."
The man called Ark bowed his head towards Cheon Ha-jin.
"I will visit you every two days. Please take care of yourselves until we see you again."
With those words, the man left the room.
Her maid stood next to her, trembling, and Rep. Jang cleared his throat and took Cheon Ha-jin's pulse.
Cheon Ha-jin turned his head away from the two people. It was no time to worry about them.
'Dangerous. 'It's really dangerous.'
Since I knew that this was a demonic religion, I had to get myself together and give up the thought of leaving.
If possible, you should leave right now. No, even if it is impossible, we must make it possible.
The eyes of the former World's Best Killer, burning brightly with a firm sense of purpose... … .
He looked very anxious.
'Let's go out first and see you!'
* * *
To be honest, it was a dream that was realistically impossible.
I knew that this was a demonic cult, and I also knew that this person's status was very great.
So what should I do? Whether you go out secretly or openly, you have to have the skills and justification to go out.
There is no doubt that his skills are top-notch, but that was a long time ago. Justification? There is no more justification.
Would you send a patient who is physically exhausted to the suburbs because he is crazy?
In other words, there was absolutely no way for Cheon Ha-jin to escape from here.
How can I get out of here? Is there a way to escape without being noticed?
After pondering over and over again, Cheon Ha-jin decided to look at the liver first.
And he despaired.
"Compared to two days ago, I feel much more energetic. This is truly an encouraging achievement.
The reason is that vitality is similar to the accumulation of internal energy, so the more momentum it receives, the faster it accumulates."
"… … ."
"It will take time for the internal injuries to heal, but I believe that in just the next five days, Confucius' body will enter a period of stability. so… … ."
"… … ."
"I sincerely hope that you will focus on taking care of your body at home! "Please."
"… … "Thank you for the advice."
"I apologize."
Sorry, you bastard. Is that what the guy who grabbed you by the back of your head and threw you on the bed would say?
Cheon Ha-jin gritted his teeth.
He thought he would get caught. Still, what I did was to gain at least some information about the nearby terrain.
Why not take the first step by knowing where the opening is and where this road leads?
I was confident that I would not lose anywhere as far as my ability to understand geographical features was concerned.
King Salwang himself was the person who could even draw a map in his head by looking at just one path and just one corner.
But I couldn't do that.
While the maid was away for a moment, she opened the door and was about to go out into the front yard.
Her man appeared at just the right time to make her wonder if this was okay.
result… … It's as you see it.
"Can I take your pulse one more time?"
If you don't tell me, I won't point it out... … Oh, it's cold!
Cheon Ha-jin grumbled inwardly.
'Ask me or not.'
You cold bastard. What a rude bastard.
After a while, the man opened her eyes.
Although her expression was still stiff, there was a surprise that could not be hidden in her eyes.
"In that short period of time, the damaged blood vessels were further restored."
"… … ."
"It's not just blood vessels. The overall internal injuries are improving rapidly.
"It is said that medicinal herbs and acupuncture helped, but it is truly an amazing recovery."
The man stopped her words and looked at Cheon Ha-jin with her strange gaze.
What are those eyes?
When Cheon Ha-jin blatantly frowned at her, her man lowered his head as if he had missed it.
"Please forgive my rudeness. It seems that Soin was somewhat surprised by his outstanding recovery ability. Please consider it."
"… … ."
"I believe acupuncture is no longer necessary. Instead, I will recover with a nutritious meal and Jeongantang soup."
"I understand. ah! But I have one question."
"Please ask."
"What is Jeongantang? "I've never heard of it."
She was forced to learn medicine in order to survive.
He is not at a level where he can be called a famous doctor, and rather has a deeper knowledge of poisonous techniques, but he still has the skills to be a decent doctor.
In his memory, there was no herbal medicine called Jeongantang. Well, each medicine has its own name... … .
Her man immediately bowed his head to her.
'huh?'
Cheon Ha-jin's eyes sparkled.
Is it because I only saw his hard appearance until then? It felt like the other person was a little embarrassed.
"Jeongantang is a health decoction that is good at reviving vitality. "It is a medicine made by the school itself and given only to the highest-ranking leaders of the school."
"exactly?"
"yes."
Cheon Ha-jin tilted his head without realizing it.
'You're good at revitalizing your energy?'
Whether it's health or anything else, medicine is medicine. If I had felt my own medicinal power, I would have used that power to speed up my recovery, right?
'… … Well, it could be a problem with my senses.'
This is a situation where not only the five senses but also the sense of energy has been severely degraded. This is something you could miss if you weren't paying attention.
Yes, you can do that.
"I will come back in two days. "I hope you recover quickly."
His man disappeared at a brisk pace.
After some time had passed, her maid opened her mouth in an awkward voice.
"Confucius, the wind is cold. Close the window… … ."
"Oh my."
"yes yes?!"
"What is my name?"
"W-what do you mean… … ."
"What is my name and what is my identity? "Recite the details."
The maid inwardly tilted her head. Why is she suddenly asking that?
At that time, Cheon Ha-jin turned her head to her maid.
'… … !'
Her maid's face turned pale.
There was a serious face there that she had not seen in the past ten days.
Her unwavering eyes and mask-like expression gave off a colorless, transparent coldness.
An atmosphere that does not allow rebuttal.
"Confucius… … ."
"That's right, that's right. say it."
From the mouth of her maid, who bowed her head, brief information about this body of hers flowed.
Name: Seoliang (徐亮). He is twenty-three years old, and is the third of the seven disciples of the Demonic Cult.
As he was a disciple personally selected by the sect, his martial arts skills were outstanding and his senses were excellent.
Before his body got to this point, he was strong enough to compete for supremacy among his disciples.
He was evaluated as one of the disciples closest to the position of the next religious leader.
He was struck by a poison spell and lost all martial arts skills and was unconscious for half a year.
'The Three Princes of the Demonic Cult?'
Among his three strongmen, information about the Heavenly Demon God's Church was not particularly leaked to the strongholds.
Among them, information about the candidates had a particularly secret feel.
Unlike the two groups, the Uicheon League and the Iron and Blood Alliance, the Shingyo Party chose the route of thoroughly hiding its candidates.
The fear of unknown territory. It was an extension of Protestantism's reign of terror.
"What is your personality?"
"yes?"
"What was your personality like?"
I could infer to some extent that he was a disciple of the religious leader. How many people in the Demonic Cult can be called Confucius?
But what I was really curious about was the reputation of this guy named Seo-ryang.
This is because you need to know what kind of guy this guy is and what he has done so that he can naturally respond to unexpected situations.
"that… … ."
The maid hesitated.
Her worldly jin soothed her with his kind words.
"know. I know everything. "You all know that it's a difficult thing to say in front of the person involved."
"… … yes."
"But. That's because I want to hear it honestly and without any modifications. I'm a little confused after my body got to this point.
"It seems like a lot of my memories have disappeared."
"oh! "I see, that's right."
"huh. So tell me. "Detailed and clear."
"Well, still… … ."
"If you really don't want to talk, there's nothing you can do. I'm not in a position to give any orders... … ."
In an instant the maid assumed her immobile posture.
"I follow your orders! He was infamous for being a fearful person on campus due to his ruthless and ruthless nature!
In particular, he was very sensitive to work and did not overlook even minor mistakes! "Many people have been maimed or even died because of it!"
"Yes?"
"He did not hesitate to commit any evil deed if necessary, and did not hesitate to use any means to achieve his goal!
slaughterer! scab! Bastard! "It is a modifier implicitly referring to Confucius on campus!"
The maid sighed and caught her breath.
Cheonha Jin blinked her eyes.
slaughterer? scab? Bastard?
"… … Really?"
"yes?"
"Is it true?"
"Huh!"
Her maid's face suddenly turned pale.
She said she would automatically respond to the word 'command', but when she thought about it, it was not something she would say to his face.
Her Cheon Ha-jin's face became depressed.
"This was food scraps or something, right?"
"Oh, no! That's not what I'm saying... … ."
"Not really."
"Please kill the girl!"
The maid fell flat on her face.
Cheon Ha-jin let out her sigh. It's not that I expected a clean personality from a man who is at least one of the three masters of the Demonic Cult, but isn't this a bit harsh?
If you fail, you will be maimed or killed? Are you really a butcher or something?
'no. 'I'm not going to live here anyway.'
Still, I can't hide my discomfort.
Cheon Ha-jin, who was looking down at her maid with her complicated eyes, suddenly opened her mouth.
"But why are you doing that?"
"Please kill me!"
"Why do you kill me every chance you get? Wake up, man."
"… … yes?"
"Ah-oh! stuffy!"
Her maid was startled and jumped to her feet as her worldly jin forced her to stand up.
"Oh my."
"yes!"
"Get ready to drink."
"yes?"
Cheon Ha-jin's eyes sparkled.
The maid's body trembled as her eyes glowed even deeper than before.
'Anyway, you're saying you weren't the timid one?'
then?
'He was a vicious guy anyway, so even if he moves a little hotter, there won't be any suspicion.'
Do you really think you would abuse a person as good as three people just because you went out for a drink?