Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 85

Chapter 85

“Yes?”

Contrary to the increasingly cold atmosphere, Wei Yan-ho responded calmly.

“Are you Wei Yan-ho?”

“Yes.”

“Are you really Wei Yan-ho?”

“Yes.”

The leader of the Black Branch, Gwak Do-san, looked at Wei Yan-ho with a stupefied expression, then turned his head to check the face of the Black Bear Jwa-geol.

“That’s right.”

“Right?”

That’s the expert who blocked my way.

“……”

Gwak Do-san let a deep sigh escape.

‘Jwa-geol has also lost his mind.’

He had expected the young man to be young, as they considered him a young expert, but he never imagined that he would be a child with such soft and silky hair. No, he could not have been.

Even so, the fact that Jwa-geol, who had supposedly made his way into the underworld, would have been defeated by such a young brat and would have run with his tail between his legs was not only absurd, but completely ridiculous.

Isn’t he too young?!

“That’s why I told you he was young.”

“Your mouth seems to be working well, as words come out.”

“Bough leader, even if it looks like that, that bastard is…”

“Shut your mouth!”

Jwa-geol bent his head.

Seeing this scene, Gwak Do-san snapped his tongue. He was ashamed that people had been sent to investigate the Sacred Hand Hall, for they trembled because of such a brat.

And all they’d learned was his name.

Do you know how much humiliation I suffered from your report on that bastard after inflating him talking about experts and so on, he turned out to be a brat!

“Leader of branch, if you lower the guard…”

Didn’t I tell you to shut up?

“Mmm.”

Jwa-geol stopped trying to convince Gwak Do-san.

In the underworld, the leader of the Black Branch, Gwak Do-san, was famous for having deep plans.

‘The head of the branch has also aged.’

If it had been the Gwak Do-san of the past, he would never have let his guard down, however young Wei Yan-ho may seem. As soon as someone started airing outside the field, his life as a person in the underworld was practically over.

“Tsk tsk.”

Gwak Do-san snapped his tongue as he looked at Jwa-geol’s dissatisfied expression.

“Having such a bad judgment about people.”

That someone was young did not mean that he could not be an expert. Having eaten by the sword for so long in the treacherous Forest of the Sword of Doshan, it was impossible that Gwak Do-san did not know so much.

But!

‘Those eyes, that posture!’

With eyes as lifeless as rotten pollack and a posture so bent that standing seemed to be a burden, couldn’t you say what kind of person your opponent was?

A young expert must naturally have a fresh expression that can be instinctively felt, penetrating eyes and a posture that anyone can see is full of strength.

After having eaten rice from the underworld for nearly forty years, there was no way I could not evaluate it.

“Expert, my ass.”

Maybe.

That young man could have transcended kingdoms and reached a level where he was not affected by posture or aura.

But considering his age, that would be impossible even if he had learned martial arts from the womb. The Natural State meant that naturalness had reached its maximum, so that even learning martial arts, one seemed like an ordinary person.

‘It doesn’t mean looking like an idiot having learned martial arts!’

Gwak Do-san snapped his tongue and yelled at Wei Yan-ho.

“Are you saying you’re that Wei Yan-ho who interfered with the Sacred Hand Hall business?”

“Yes.”

Wei Yan-ho’s response was always concise.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

But curiously, people always confirmed Wei Yan-ho’s concise answers several times. It was really regrettable.

“You don’t think you can stay unharmed after interfering in Black Branch Hall business, do you?”

“Ah, wait a minute about that.”

“Huh?”

Just as Gwak Do-san was about to say something, Wei Yan-ho gestured to call Ha Dae-bung and began whispering something in his ear.

Ha Dae-bung nodded, pulled a rolled paper out of his chest and handed it to Wei Yan-ho. “When Ha Dae-bung made a gesture, a subordinate watching from one side brought in ink, brush and paper that they had prepared in some way and offered them to Wei Yan-ho.

Wei Yan-ho delivered both items to Jin So-ah.

“Sign this.”

Jin So-ah looked at Wei Yan-ho with empty eyes.

What, a signature?

“Yes. Just sign it first. I’ll explain later.

“Ah, understood.”

Jin So-ah signed at the end of the paper without understanding why.

Wei Yan-ho checked the firm, rolled the paper and put it into his chest, then looked at Gwak Do-san again and spoke.

“Anyway, I was planning to visit you on that matter, so this went well.”

“Huh?”

Gwak Do-san sharpened his ear, wondering what Wei Yan-ho was talking about.

“How much exactly does the Sacred Hand Hall owe?”

“Deuda?”

– Yes, the debt.

When Gwak Do-san nodded, a subordinate who had been watching from one side pulled out an accounting book and spoke.

“Twenty nyang of gold and fifty nyang of silver.”

“Give it to them.”

Before the words of Wei Yan-ho, when Ha Dae-bung made a gesture, his subordinates told the silver that had been piled up like a mountain and placed it carefully next to Gwak Do-san.

“W-what is this?”

It is a debt of the Sacred Hand Room. As of today, all debts between the Sacred Hand Room and the Black Rama Hall have been settled. Please write a debt settlement certificate and accept the money.

“Huh?”

Gwak Do-san looked at the silver tower stacked next to him and swallowed saliva.

‘What’s all this money?’

There were twenty nyang of gold, but he never thought he could actually collect them. The twenty nyang of gold were destined to pressure the Sacred Hand Hall, not the money that could actually come from the ruined Sacred Hand Hall.

But seeing the money that he had never expected to accumulate before his eyes, he wondered if this was a dream or a reality.

“C-How should I write the certificate?”

“Bough leader!”

When Jwa-geol screamed in shock, Gwak Do-san pushed him with his hand the size of a pot lid and spoke with a smile covering his face.

“Do you have any forms?”

“You can discuss that with this gentleman.”

“Of course.”

Ha Dae-bung took ink, brush and paper, wrote something on a blank paper and then approached Gwak Do-san with writing materials and paper.

This is a document that transfers the debt rights of the Sacred Hand Hall to the young master. As soon as it is completed, the Black Branch Hall will no longer be able to interfere in the affairs of the Sacred Hand Hall.

“Is-is that so?”

I didn’t quite understand what it meant, but if so, so be it.

“Anyway, if I sign this, I can take this money, right?”

“That’s right.”

Looking at Ha Dae-bung’s affable smile, he felt that he was somehow being conned, but Gwak Do-san was fundamentally from the underworld.

What was the underworld?

Ruffians.

People who had never really worked in their lives and who had ascended to this position by gaining protection through threats and extortion. Had I not had greed, would I not have resigned long ago?

“Let’s take the money first.”

The money was good, after all.

Gwak Do-san signed the document that Ha Dae-bung presented to him without hesitation. Ha Dae-bung reviewed the signature, smiled and retrieved the document.

With this, all financial relations between the Holy Hand Hall and the Black Rama Hall have been resolved.

“Yes, thank you for your hard work.”

When Ha Dae-bung stepped back, Wei Yan-ho spoke again.

“So it’s finished, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were angry because I stopped you from collecting money from the Sacred Hand Hall.”

“E-it’s true.”

“Now that you’ve received it, isn’t it all over?”

“I guess?”

When Gwak Do-san found himself nodding without realizing it, Jwa-geol ran again to enlighten him.

“Relax, branch leader!”

“Huh?”

“You’re being fooled right now.”

“Huh?”

Gwak Do-san’s face trembled, stepped back and shouted.

“This young man’s plans are no joke!”

Wei Yan-ho sighed and turned his head to look at Ha Dae-bung with a question.

“What does that gentleman do?”

“…He is Gwak Do-san, the leader of the branch of the Black Branch Hall. At his best, he was famous for being deep and rough, but…”

“Tsk tsk tsk tsk.”

Wei Yan-ho looked at Gwak Do-san with compassionate eyes.

Who could stop the years? His master had also been famous for his youthful spirit. But who would have imagined that he would become such a grumpy old man in his later years?

“Mmm, money is just money. Do you think you can avoid interfering in Black Branch Hall’s business with coins like these?

How much money do you think this is?

– That’s enough, isn’t it?

“Of course.”

Just as they were beginning to deviate from the subject again, Jwa-geol grabbed Gwak Do-san’s arm and pulled it off.

– Branch leader, please calm down!

Hey, I’m still a person with a conscience. I can’t just take twenty nyang of gold and wipe my mouth.

“That’s not the point!”

I am not a politician of the imperial palace. How can I pretend that nothing has happened after receiving twenty nyang of gold? People receive a divine punishment for acting like this.

“Originally you were supposed to receive money!”

“However, that was money we could never collect.”

Jwa-geol grabbed her chest.

Why had this man, who was supposed to be the leader of a faction of the underworld, suddenly become so conscientious?

“Or maybe he went up so high because he was aware.”

Considering the underworld where the blood, threats and intrigues were spreading, it would be something worth applauding and saying “What a moving person,” but unfortunately, the situation was not very good.

Jwa-geol whispered softly in Gwak Do-san’s ear.

“Didn’t that person order us to kill him?”

When “that person” was mentioned, Gwak Do-san’s body trembled.

“C-True.”

“But if we take the money and send it like that, what will that person say?”

– Sure, that’s a good point!

“But?”

“If all this started out for money, wouldn’t that person understand if we took the money?”

“Is-is that so?”

Jwa-geol also began to feel tempted.

‘No, this isn’t right!’

Jwa-geol shook his head vigorously to dispel his idle thoughts and shouted.

“That person does not want money, but the Sacred Hand Hall! If we take their money and send them away, the Sacred Hand Hall will come back to life. How do you plan to handle that?”

“Ah…”

And you don’t see that?

Looking where Jwa-geol pointed, he could see gold stacked carefully.

“If we take them out here, everything will be yours, branch leader.”

Swallow.

Seeing the gold visible in the open chest, he couldn’t help but swallow saliva.

‘How much is all that worth?’

It was an unimaginable fortune.

– But you’re still going to leave?

“Jwa-geol.”

“Yes, leader of the branch.”

“Do you know how to survive in the underworld?”

“I haven’t learned much yet.”

If someone messes with you, you follow him to the end of the world and punish him. Only when your opponent cannot despise you will you be able to protect your territory and your people.

“Very wise words.”

Of course, until a few moments ago, they had not been wise at all.

Having strengthened his resolve, Gwak Do-san’s eyes became cold.

“Young man, I recognize that the debt between the Sacred Hand Hall and us is over. But I cannot leave you alone after you interfered in the affairs of the Black Branch Hall. If you want to hold a grudge against someone, it offends your own presumption for getting involved in that situation.

Wei Yan-ho listened to Gwak Do-san’s words and bowed his head.

– So you’re saying you want to fight me?

“Head, fight… This kind of thing is often called punishment.”

“Punishment…”

Wei Yan-ho scratched his cheek and laughed between his teeth.

“You’re going to regret this.”

Just like everyone else had.