Episode 5. A thunderstorm that is difficult to laugh at (4)
"for a moment!"
The cherry blossoms stopped at the woman's cry.
Cheon Ha-jin picked his ears.
"You have a good voice too."
The woman's face suddenly became extremely cold.
"What are you doing?"
"what?"
"What are you doing!"
"You'll know what you did when you see it, you robber."
"Hey, Three Dukes!"
"Hey, and I'm asking because I really don't know."
Cheon Ha-jin tilted her head.
"Are you by any chance a disciple of the religious leader like me?"
Although I was asking this question out of genuine curiosity, it only sounded like sarcasm to the person involved.
Her woman's face flushed. She can't manage her facial expressions at all.
"No, right? Yeah, that seemed like it. But don't they threaten you and yell at you in your face?"
"Look here."
"Are you of a higher status than me?"
Cheonha-jin turned her head to Aenghwa.
"Anhwa, is that woman higher than me?"
"Well, that's not true."
"ah! yes. You might know. "Who is that woman?"
Aenghwa glanced at the warriors.
Cheonha-jin opened her eyes wide.
"Man, why are you looking at these idiots? "Answer quickly."
"Yes, yes!"
Aenghwa explained briefly and simply.
Her woman's name was Hong Yeo-rin (紅麗璘).
She is currently a demon working under the Hwanheewon (歡喜院) of the Shingyo Civil War, and she is the daughter of the Jeoksaga (赤蛇 family) of the seven demonic families.
Although she is young, she is strong enough to be called a later Jisoo, and she is a heroine who is recognized as a peer of the Demonic Warrior due to her excellent work.
And crucially.
"Oh, really? "She's the younger sister of a student like me?"
"Yes, that's right."
"I was wondering why he was barking like that, but it turns out he had a trustworthy ally."
The woman, Hong Yeo-rin's face was distorted.
Are you a trustworthy ally? Now, the Three Dukes were insulting him even though he knew about the bloody relationship between himself and his brother.
Cheonha Jin waved his hand. It was truly a gesture that showed endless annoyance and drowsiness.
"It looks a little strange, but it's okay. Please understand that she is a relative of the same student. "I don't want things to escalate either."
"… … ."
"get out. And don't come back again. okay?"
Even if you come back anyway, I won't be there.
Cheon Ha-jin smiled sinisterly. The back of her neck felt warm as she thought about finally escaping from this place.
'this… … !'
Hong Yeo-rin's cheeks trembled mercilessly. The insults she has received so far have been difficult to bear, but now she even laughs openly.
"… … great."
The expression on her face suddenly disappeared.
As her anger reached its peak, a wind filled her calm face.
"I think it would have been better since the Three Dukes came out like that."
"Uh, goodbye."
"Let me take care of this one thing before I go."
"What again?"
She took out two sheets of luxurious paper from her arms.
"It's a contract with the hand of the two of us stamped on it."
contract?
"You remember, right? "If the contract is terminated first, or if a situation is created where termination is inevitable, the penalty for breach of contract is tripled."
"hmm?"
"If you convert the elixirs invested in the Three Dukes into funds, it is close to 1,000 nyang.
"If you include all the other miscellaneous financial support, it comes to a little over 2,000 nyang, but considering the affection we have shown so far, we will deduct the ussuri."
"… … ?!"
"Six thousand nyang in gold. Pay now. If you find it difficult, at least write a memorandum saying you will repay by when. "Then I will quietly disappear."
Elixir? Financial support?
No, while you were a disciple of the religious leader, did you receive elixirs and money from the blood relatives of the same candidate? What kind of loud bullshit is this?
'I've never heard of anything like this?'
Cheon Ha-jin looked at the cherry blossoms.
Aenghwa shook her head with a frozen face. She looked like she had no idea.
'her! Six thousand nyang? 'Six thousand nyang?!'
Six thousand gold nyang.
Converted into silver coins, it is 60,000 nyang. 60,000 nyang of silver was an enormous amount, equivalent to the yearly budget of a fairly large clan.
You want me to hand over that much money right now? If that doesn't work, should I write a memorandum?
what the!
"Of course. "Let's write a memorandum."
"… … yes?"
"If you can't pay right away, why don't you write a memorandum? Cherry blossoms! "Please prepare some paper, pencil and ink."
It was Hong Yeo-rin who was rather embarrassed because she said it was no big deal.
"Go, write a memorandum? really?"
"You're bitter, you bitch."
There was a lot of bluntness in his tone of voice. Hong Yeo-rin felt dazed.
'You want to write a memorandum?'
A memorandum should never be written carelessly. In particular, the higher your social status, the more careful you must be.
This is because the issue is not whether the promise is fulfilled, but the fact that the memorandum was written itself can cause controversy.
Even if it is just said that Hong Yeo-rin wrote some kind of memorandum with the three princes, the public's attention cannot help but be focused on the three princes.
The public's gaze is like a double-edged sword.
It doesn't matter as long as the gaze contains curiosity, but the moment it develops into suspicion, the subject becomes trapped in an invisible bar.
Those bars must be an enormous amount of pressure for someone as strong as three people, right?
'Are you serious?'
Although Xu Liang was not very smart, he was still a person who knew the situation and knew how to read the flow.
Of course she thought she wouldn't write a memorandum or anything like that. That's why she put Hong Yeo-rin as one of her options.
Because it is the best way to gain the upper hand by putting pressure on your opponent.
But I write it. And that too with a nonchalant expression.
"Are you sure you want to use it?"
"Are you digging your ears?"
"Are you really going to use it?"
"Can you dig it for me?"
The bridge of her nose was trembling uncontrollably.
Cheon Ha-jin snorted inwardly.
'There's nothing I can't use.'
Kangho has over thirty years of experience. There was no way I wouldn't have known about this cute robber girl's cunning plan.
So what? whatever?
Anyway, if I leave here, the memorandum and everything else will fall apart. He was a thorough individualist and had no interest in fame or power.
Moreover, the original owner of this body was needlessly cruel and would often kill his subordinates. I don't care about this guy's reputation.
"Confucius, I have prepared paper, pencil, and ink."
"Oh, good job."
Cheon Ha-jin asked while grinding the ink.
"How can I just write that I'll pay it back in three or four months?"
"… … ."
"Why is there no answer? too long? Still, even though it costs 6,000 nyang, I think it would be appropriate to give him that much time."
You never know what will happen to a person. Three or four months was the minimum insurance against unexpected situations.
Hong Yeo-rin's complexion changed several times.
But she also had him for a while.
"… … great. use it."
"Draw."
Cheonha Jin hummed and played with his brush.
Hong Yeo-rin, who was looking down at her memorandum with a confused face, suddenly opened her eyes.
"What are you doing now?"
"You're writing a memorandum."
"… … ."
"Do not talk to me. busy."
Hong Yeo-rin was dumbfounded.
"I guess you realize that changing your handwriting has no effect, right?"
Handwriting? ah!
'I see.'
There was no way that his handwriting and that of a guy named Seo-ryang were the same.
But what does it matter?
"I'm not going to film Sugyeol anyway. "Don't get caught up in trifles."
"… … ."
"Let's see, since the Lunar New Year is in four months, you write that you will pay by the end of this year? "Okay then?"
"no."
"Make it three months? Then, something like that."
"It doesn't matter whether it's three months later or four months later. "Because that's not what's important."
"Damn, if you have something to say, say it out loud. "It's not like we're just looking at each other, so what are we going to do from earlier?"
Hong Yeo-rin took a deep breath at the irritated tone that showed no trace of consideration for the other person.
calm down. If you get angry here, you lose.
"I need to correct the amount."
"Can you make it cheaper? "Then thank you."
"I guess I should raise it to 10,000 nyang."
Her brush stopped.
"10,000 nyang?"
"Yes, 10,000 cats."
"Are you going to hit the cub? Why did 6,000 nyang suddenly become 10,000 nyang?"
"I also need to receive compensation for mental damage."
Cheon Ha-jin's eyebrows furrowed.
"Is that bullshit again?"
"11,000 nyang."
"what?"
"The complete termination of the contract occurs when collection is completed. Until then, she must maintain her dignity as a contractor."
"You're classy and rude, but why pay 5,000 nyang for just a few words?"
"We have to raise it."
Hong Yeo-rin's eyes suddenly showed a clear murderous intent.
"An insult to me is an insult to the Jeok family.
The Three Dukes not only treated the daughter of Jeoksaga, a branch of Protestantism, as a robber, but also swore at her in her face.
"What will happen if that fact becomes known to the outside world?"
He turned the insult he had received into an insult to his family.
In other words, the intention was to draw a knife into the secret contract between the two people by inflating it into a problem between forces rather than an individual problem.
From now on, it is not a question of money or a deal for a better future.
It became a battle of pride.
"What happens? "Well, I'm not sure?"
"There may be a lot of things to do, but it is certain that the Three Dukes will have unnecessary worries in the future.
"The smell of blood attracts hungry wild dogs."
"Has anyone seen the insult?"
"You know. "Those two people."
It refers to the warrior warriors he brought with him.
Hong Yeo-rin went one step further.
"Or, maybe everyone in the family saw it."
"You said something crazy and fell asleep."
"I'll raise it to 11,000 nyang. And you'd better not take my words lightly.
"If the main family decides to do it, it is not difficult to inflate rumors."
"You have the ability to turn lies into truth?"
"To be exact, it's about giving strength to the truth. There may be a little bit of lying, but that's just how we feel."
Hong Yeo-rin smiled.
Although there was death in her eyes, there was a refreshing look on her face.
"If you don't like it, change it to 12,000 nyang and stamp it. "I'll tell you in advance, there are no further pardons."
"… … ."
"What are you doing? Hurry up and stop taking pictures. Didn't you say you had something to do? "You look very busy."
Cheon Ha-jin silently glared at Hong Yeo-rin.
Her Hong Yeo-rin smile became even deeper.
'How dare this person who has become so useless!'
The reason they provided him with elixirs and money in the first place was to turn the Three Dukes into a Red Toma.
She was inferior to her brother in terms of martial ability, seniority, and age.
But her ambitions went far beyond her brother's.
Because of her inherent limitations as a woman and her lack of talent, she cannot become the leader of a religious cult.
She wanted to at least rise to the position of one person below (一人之下) and ten thousand people above (萬人之上).
In the past, she had intended to have an arranged marriage with the Three Dukes, but she has now decided against it.
There is no need for a red cut horse that is so obsessed with running that it cannot run and has lost even the bare minimum of dignity.
Unfortunately, her investment has multiplied several times, so she has no choice but to find another red hemp.
Hong Yeo-rin is triumphant, and Cheon Ha-jin is glaring at him.
Hong Yeo-rin thought that Cheon Ha-jin was perplexed, but he was preoccupied with something completely different.
'… … Yes, I did."
Let's escape this hellish demonic religion. Let's build our own peaceful life.
That was his thought.
But he just realized one thing. He remembered exactly what he had forgotten.
'Life is an exchange of equals.'
Of course, escaping from the Demonic Cult is not an easy task.
But he saw it too easily. He thought that with just a little effort, a little effort, he could easily escape.
Wrong. It was just an optimistic wait-and-see.
'It shouldn't have been like that.'
Three or four months of insurance? it will work out somehow?
This is the headquarters of the Mado martial arts group, which is reputed to be the most brutal in the martial arts world.
Even though I was extremely nervous and cautious, it wasn't enough, so I took the situation too lightly.
'Crucially, I am still living in the martial arts world.'
And Moorim is a town where you can never achieve what you want unless you risk your life.
Swish swish.
Cheon Ha-jin changed the amount written in the memorandum to 12,000 nyang.
Hong Yeo-rin chuckled.
"please."
"I won't give it to you."
"… … I beg your pardon?"
Cheon Ha-jin gently dried the paper.
Hong Yeo-rin frowned her eyebrows.
"Hey, Samgongzi."
"It's a cherry blossom."
"yes! Confucius!"
"Go out and call the guard captain."
Aenghwa hurriedly left without answering or questioning. I was very nervous in this suffocating atmosphere.
After a while, the guard captain came in.
"Invincible religion, Manmaangbok." Meet the Three Princes. "Did you find Soin for some reason?"
"Get a carriage ready. "I have a place to go."
"Three Confucius, this may be presumptuous, but your current body is... … ."
"I will go to Gyojujeon."
"… … yes?!"
"Prepare the carriage and put a message in the church hall. "Tell the third person that he will see Master."
In an instant, the atmosphere in the room became cold.
"You're calling Mom and Dad? That's good. Since my parents aren't here, I'll call my teacher at least. "After all, it's all part of the military."
I endured it to the point of exhaustion in three months.
I no longer just look at the liver. Here, into the heart of this demonic hell, we will risk everything and make a deal.
Rather, I was grateful. Thanks to this robber, I completely realized how bloody this place was.
If I want to find my freedom, I have to put up a high stake.
I will get my rights back in front of the most powerful person here.
"What are you doing? Put a flue in Jeoksagado. "Let's find out whose voice is louder at the Gyoju Battle."
Hong Yeo-rin's face became extremely pale.