Chronicles of the Lazy Sovereign Novel - Chapter 510

**Chapter 510. The Lazy Departs (5)**

—You’re crazy!

It was an ambiguous voice, as if he didn’t know if he had strength or not.

—Yes, I’m crazy, completely crazy!

The voice gained a bit more intensity.

—Crazy, I’m telling you! Gah, seriously!

Wei Yanho turned his head sharply.

—Who asked you to follow me? Who?!

—I’m crazy too…

Jangil muttered with a disfigured face.

—What wealth and glory did I expect to gain by following you? If I wanted to die, I’d rather stick my head in a wine barrel. Why go all the way to that distant Xinjiang region to seek death? Alas, this is my destiny…

—Ah, really!

Wei Yanho kicked Jangil, who fell to the ground without resistance.

—I told you not to follow me! If you insist on coming, why are you complaining? Typical Beggar Sect mentality!

—How can I not follow you, you idiot! If I follow you, the bastards from the Demon Cult will kill me, but if I don’t, the Beggar King will beat me to death. If I’m going to die in the end, isn’t it better to choose a dignified death?

Jangil foamed at the mouth.

Although recently his presence had been overshadowed by Wei Yanho’s overwhelming fame, before he appeared, the title of the greatest eccentric of the rivers and lakes belonged to the Beggar King. He was just like Wei Yanho: just as stubborn and just as irrational. Suffering under Wei Yanho outside and under the Beggar King upon returning to the Beggar Sect… what life could be more miserable?

—Then hide or something.

—Unless I’m dead, there’s no way to escape the eyes of the beggars! If I run, they’ll catch me in three days!

—You’re no different from the Demon Cult.

—…Huh?

Now that he mentioned it… he was right.

—Stop talking nonsense… so what do you plan to do? Are you coming or not?

—…I’ll go.

When Jangil got up staggering, Wei Yanho frowned.

—These useless guys… really…

His gaze caught several people.

Besides Jangil, Peng Dogeuk, Musan, and Jegal Munin were following him as if it was the most natural thing. There was no way to understand why.

—Go away. Why are you following me around like lapdogs?

—Hmm, my lord. That statement is incorrect. Since ancient times, those who achieve great feats are always surrounded by people. Actually, considering what my lord must do from now on, this is quite modest. For example, Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang…

—Bah!

Wei Yanho kicked Jegal Munin, who had started spouting historical quotes, and scratched his head in frustration.

—As if I didn’t have enough worries already.

He couldn’t feel good with a bunch of useless people stuck to him, who were of no use. But he couldn’t get rid of them easily either.

Especially because those guys were incredibly persistent.

—Tsk.

Wei Yanho looked at Jangil and said:

—If you’re going to come in the end, at least do it decisively. Why complain so much if you insist on following me? You seem like a picky woman.

—Yes. I will take your valuable self-criticism into account.

—…

Wei Yanho closed his mouth, speechless. On second thought, what he had just said also applied to him.

—If you’re done bothering us, come over here.

Wei Jeonghan called them with a gesture, and they all approached without a word.

—You really plan to follow him?

The four looked at each other.

—Amitābha, that is my intention.

—It’s a dangerous path.

Musan smiled warmly.

—Where in this life is there no danger? In this world, some find enlightenment on the battlefield, while others fall into madness in the comfort of their homes. That our mortal body faces dangers is nothing extraordinary.

Jangil snorted with disdain.

—You’re coming because you’re afraid of being beaten if you go back, but you spout speeches like you’re a sage.

—…

—Anyway, that bald monk is even more troublesome.

—Donor, isn’t a monk better than a mendicant brat?

—What did you say, you bastard?

Wei Jeonghan raised a hand to calm Jangil.

—And you?

Peng Dogeuk shrugged.

—I know that, thinking rationally, this is crazy. The right thing would be not to follow you.

—Then why do you insist on coming?

—Because Wei Sanho is there.

—…Sanho?

—Yes.

Peng Dogeuk nodded slowly.

—With anyone else, I wouldn’t… but if it’s Wei Sanho, I’m sure that, if I were in his place, he would come to rescue me without hesitation. He was that kind of person. Isn’t it natural for me to do the same? I may not have his abilities, but I don’t want to be left behind in terms of honor.

Wei Jeonghan cracked a smile.

*’A true hero.’*

He was the kind of person who charges towards honor without looking back. But, for some reason, seeing in another what he had always sought in himself was not so gratifying.

*’So this is why everyone tried to stop me.’*

It was like watching a moth flying into the fire. Courage only makes sense when it is accompanied by skill. Courage without strength is nothing more than recklessness.

—And you?

Jegal Munin opened his fan and smiled gently.

—I don’t think it’s the best decision, but my lord needs support. If you enter the Demon Cult alone, it will be no different from Lü Bu charging against Cao Cao’s army. I will be your Zhang Liang.

—There’s something I really want to ask you…

—Go ahead.

—Do you really think Yanho is worth serving to do this?

—Hmm…

Jegal Munin frowned, as if the question displeased him.

—Patriarch Wei.

—Tell me.

—Do you think the rulers of the past were really worth being served?

Wei Jeonghan couldn’t answer.

—Both Liu Bang and Xiang Yu had many flaws. Unless it’s a ruler like Emperor Taizong of Tang, it’s impossible to speak of perfection. Even Qin Shi Huang, the first to unify the world, committed countless atrocities. There is no ruler who is “worth serving”. What matters is whether they are capable of achieving something.

For a moment, Wei Jeonghan’s eyebrows twitched.

Technically, he was right.

*’But couldn’t he just say, “My son is impressive enough to be worth serving”?*

He now understood why since ancient times it was said that the frank died young. Everything he said was correct, but somehow it made his stomach churn.

*’How did he end up surrounded by people like that?’*

Looking closely, no one around Wei Yanho was normal.

Wei Jeonghan’s gaze fell on Jangil.

—What… what’s that weird look?

—Nothing.

*He is the weirdest of all.*

—So, in the end, everyone is going to follow him.

—Eh…

Jangil raised a hand.

—What?

—Aren’t you going to ask me?

—…Is it really necessary?

—Why not?

Wei Jeonghan shook his head.

*Should this be called “charisma”?*

Perhaps this was the biggest difference between Wei Jeonghan and Wei Yanho. Wei Jeonghan had maintained decent relationships with many, but never had companions willing to follow him to the death.

But Wei Yanho had them. They may not be of great help, or the friends a father would want for his son, but at least he wasn’t alone.

—I won’t stop you.

Wei Jeonghan sighed.

—You’re old enough to take responsibility. Besides, if you go as Sanho’s friends to rescue him, I have no right to stop you. But…

His gaze turned somber.

—Don’t forget what it means to go to the Demon Cult. No one will be able to protect you there. You will be responsible for your own lives.

—We understand.

At Peng Dogeuk’s response, Wei Jeonghan nodded.

*’I didn’t expect it…’*

He never imagined they would actually follow him. Going to the Demon Cult was too heavy a burden.

But maybe they could be the variable that changes things. What they were trying to do was dangerous and the chances of success were slim.

*’I don’t know how posterity will judge this.’*

Wei Jeonghan smiled and shouted:

—Alright, let’s depart!

—

—So that’s how they ended up going to the Demon Cult?

—That’s how it was.

Gwanggu Singae rubbed his stomach, with an expression of disgust just remembering it.

—It wasn’t as heroic as I expected.

—Heroic?

—Yes. According to history, the Radiant Martial Sovereign and his friends bravely rose up against the Demon Cult to restore justice…

—What a big lie!

Gwanggu Singae burst out.

—I was about to die, what the hell is justice!

—…I wasn’t the one who told it like that.

—Anyway, those Lazy historians make up anything. What? We went to the Demon Cult to restore justice? So before the Demon Cult rebelled, we were patient and endured it?

—I already said it wasn’t me.

Saha, the Historian, looked offended. He was just conveying what he had heard, why was he getting angry at him?

—Just thinking about it, I still wake up startled at night. No one will understand what it feels like to voluntarily walk towards death.

—Then why did you do it?

—Because the Beggar King ordered me to.

The historian smiled mischievously.

—Everyone knows that you are not someone who blindly follows orders.

—…Tsk.

Gwanggu Singae looked away, uncomfortable.

—Well… that.

—Eh?

—After following him for so long, I couldn’t just wave goodbye when he was heading to his death. It would be too cowardly.

The historian laughed softly.

His face turned slightly red, as if he was ashamed. Although no one would criticize him for following Wei Yanho to rescue Wei Sanho.

Perhaps at that moment he was judged differently, but now it is considered a heroic act. And that act changed the fate of the rivers and lakes.

The historian spoke softly:

—It was a shocking event.

—Which one?

—That Wei Sanho joined the Demon Cult. This is what they meant by “history that should not be passed down to future generations.”

—No?

—…How?

Gwanggu Singae looked at him strangely.

—Why hide it? There’s no need.

—But… the prestige of the Wei family of Guangdong…

—What does that matter? Who would dare to criticize the Wei family of Guangdong now because Wei Sanho joined the Demon Cult?

The historian was speechless.

He was right.

What did it matter what Wei Sanho had done? In the end, Wei Yanho solved everything and saved the world.

—So, what was it that couldn’t be transmitted?

—It’s time to tell that story.

Gwanggu Singae sighed.

—Looking back, all of Wei Yanho’s actions were incredibly heroic. But in reality, it wasn’t like that.

—Considering his personality…

—It’s not that…

Gwanggu Singae interrupted him.

—Wei Yanho fought desperately. Against the cruel destiny that was imposed on him.

His eyes, full of regret, pierced the historian.