Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 358

**Chapter 358: The Loafer Faces (3)**

“Owner!”

Wei Yanho shouted as he entered the inn. An innkeeper rushed towards them:

“Welcome! Will you be staying or just eating?”

When Wei Yanho looked at Wei Sanho, Wei Sanho spoke:

“We’ll be staying for a day, please prepare three rooms. And food.”

“Yes. The best rooms.”

Warriors of the martial world rarely received bad service. Who would dare to be rude to someone carrying a sword?

“Food first!”

“Yes, yes! Sit here.”

The innkeeper led them to a large table and took their orders:

“Cold noodles! And then, whatever you want.”

The innkeeper’s eyes widened:

‘He’s rich!’

Ordering food without asking the price was a sign of wealth. Warriors with swords were never short of money.

The innkeeper ran to the kitchen and shouted:

“Bring cold towels!”

“Yes!”

The employees gave them towels soaked in cold water.

“Oh, this is good!”

Wei Yanho wiped his face with a cold towel. After a long journey, they were covered in dust. It seemed the inn knew the situation well.

Jin Yeran was especially happy to have a cold towel.

And…

“Why are you giving me this?”

He was a beggar.

“If you’re not going to use it, give it to me.”

“Take it.”

Jangil threw his towel at Wei Sanho. He had only touched it, but the towel had turned black. Wei Sanho left the towel on the floor.

“You’re not using it?”

“…I’ll use it later.”

Traveling with a beggar required a lot of patience.

‘I should ask for a separate room.’

Jin Yeran needed a separate room. And probably this guy too. She had to consider who she would share a room with this beggar.

Or he should bathe him, but bathing a beggar who thinks he will die if he bathes was not easy.

When the food arrived, Wei Yanho began to eat voraciously. Wei Yanho was demonstrating that strength comes from food.

“Eat slowly.”

“Uh?”

“…Eat.”

“Yes.”

Wei Sanho sighed as he watched Wei Yanho eating quickly.

‘It’s understandable.’

He had lived in a cave for five years eating only moss, so it was strange that he wasn’t obsessed with food. He thought he would return to normal after a while, but it was taking a while.

“You eat like a beggar!”

Wei Yanho opened his eyes when he heard Jangil.

He tried to respond, but he couldn’t because of the food in his mouth.

“Just eat.”

Chewing.

The others sighed as they watched Wei Yanho ignore Jangil and continue eating.

“That guy will be the best warrior of the future…”

Peng Dogeuk added to Jangil’s words:

“He is even the Right Censor.”

“Buddha must be watching over him… Amitabha.”

Even Musan shook his head.

“Uuu, uh?”

“…Just eat.”

Everyone sighed as they watched Wei Yanho eating.

Wei Yanho tried to go to his room after eating, but Wei Sanho took him to the bath. He could only go to his room after bathing.

“Don’t look for me!”

Wei Yanho went to his room to sleep. It seemed that he felt pressured by having been in the imperial palace, he fell asleep immediately after lying down.

Wei Sanho smiled when he saw Wei Yanho snoring and left.

Jangil, Peng Dogeuk, and Musan were in the courtyard behind the inn. Wei Sanho went down the stairs and went to the courtyard.

Peng Dogeuk and Musan were practicing martial arts.

Musan’s powerful fists and Peng Dogeuk’s daggers clashed.

“It’s a good sight.”

Jangil scoffed when he heard Wei Sanho:

“That? It looks more like agony.”

“Agony?”

Jangil picked up a stone and threw it on the ground:

“It’s self-pity.”

“Self-pity…”

“Don’t you feel that?”

“I don’t understand.”

Jangil clicked his tongue and looked at Wei Sanho, as if he wanted to find something on his face:

“You’re famous too.”

“I never cared about that fame.”

“Yeah, right. Anyway, Wei Yanho took all your fame. He became Right Censor, gained the Emperor’s trust, and handled the provocation of the Demon Cult. His name must be circulating a lot.”

Wei Sanho looked at Jangil with disgust, as if asking what was wrong.

“Aren’t you envious?”

“Envious?”

“Yes. Aren’t you envious?”

Wei Sanho was about to respond, but he couldn’t because Jangil seemed serious. Wei Sanho wondered if he had ever felt that, and replied confidently:

“I don’t think I’ve felt it.”

“You are a true saint.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“I’m not mocking you, it’s pure admiration. You can do it. But most…”

Jangil smiled bitterly:

“At first, I thought, ‘There are people like that.’ There are many monsters in the world, so it’s no big deal that another one appears. But the more I see him, the more I realize that he is different.”

Wei Sanho said nothing. It was an unusual serious expression for Jangil.

“Even if I try to think that he is different, seeing that monster acting, I feel self-pity. That’s why they fight. So they don’t think they are useless.”

“Hmm…”

Wei Sanho looked at Peng Dogeuk and Musan with surprise.

It was heavy. He thought it was because their martial arts focused on strength and power, but it was the heaviness of their hearts.

“Doesn’t it affect you?”

“……”

“If it were a difference achievable with effort, it wouldn’t affect you. You could think, ‘You’re stronger now, but someday I will be.’ But you realize that even if you train all your life, you won’t be able to reach Wei Yanho’s strength.”

Wei Sanho’s expression hardened:

“And it still doesn’t affect you?”

“I never thought I couldn’t reach him.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Wei Sanho nodded slowly:

“Yanho is powerful. But I never thought I couldn’t reach him. I will become stronger, and someday, I will surpass Yanho.”

“Right.”

Jangil smiled:

“If Wei Yanho stopped there.”

“…”

“But unfortunately, he is getting stronger. You know that the Wei Yanho from before and the Wei Yanho from now are very different.”

“Yes.”

“Wei Yanho is getting stronger faster than us. That difference will never shrink.”

Jangil pointed to Musan and Peng Dogeuk:

“Those who can’t accept that end up like that, and those who accept reality end up like me.”

Wei Sanho nodded:

‘Not bad.’

Wei Yanho had a great influence on others, for better or for worse.

Just watching him made people think a lot. The problem is that it’s not always positive.

Those too.

They were training because of their anxiety about the difference with Wei Yanho, but overtraining wouldn’t help.

‘They could ruin their bodies.’

Wei Sanho felt that he needed a plan.

“You can’t reach him like that.”

“They know it. Don’t underestimate them. You are a monster, and Wei Yanho too, but they are experts. If you two weren’t here, they could aspire to be the best warrior. It’s your fault for making them feel anxious.”

“But that doesn’t change the fact that their method is incorrect.”

“Well, yes.”

“It’s better to use a correct method.”

“Correct method?”

Wei Sanho nodded:

“There is no better training method than the guidance of an expert. A shortcut from someone who has already walked that path is the most important thing.”

“Who doesn’t know that?”

Jangil frowned:

“The experts of the clans and sects are busy, and we are here, who can we ask to teach us? And they don’t understand that they should raise their children. Most of them don’t even get married because they think it’s a waste of time to raise their children, who can we ask to teach us? That’s why that inefficient academy is considered the best educational institution. Anyway, the warriors…”

“But we have someone.”

“What? Wei Jeonghan?”

“No. We have an expert who has no children, is not busy, and only sleeps all day.”

Jangil’s eyes trembled:

“Are you referring to your brother?”

“Yes.”

“Learn from Wei Yanho?”

“Yes.”

Jangil looked at Wei Sanho with a strange expression and laughed:

“Don’t you know what happened to those who learned from Wei Yanho at the academy?”

“…But they became stronger.”

“……”

Jangil closed his mouth.

Wei Yanho’s training was effective. People said it was worth it if you wanted to be strong.

“But…”

“To catch a tiger, you must enter its cave. I can mediate if they want.”

“Ha!”

Jangil scoffed:

“They are not fools, they wouldn’t do that…”

“I’ll do it!”

“Amitabha!”

Peng Dogeuk and Musa, who had heard their conversation, ran towards them and shouted.

Wei Sanho asked Jangil:

“What will you do?”

Jangil looked at the sky:

‘They are crazy.’

‘Everyone is crazy.’

Jangil wanted to cry.