Chapter - 224 Episode 224. Why don't you know that? (3)

"Uh……. Did I drink too much?"

Jo-Gol looked up at the sky.

The sun is about to rise because it is late at night.

Hosted by the Beast Palace Lord, the feast continued late into the morning. To be exact, the bet between Beast Palace and Chung-Myung continued until dawn.

Who won?

How do I know?'

The rest of them went back to their places, leaving the two who had no intention of drinking. Hwasan's disciples also decided to lead their tired bodies and unpack their belongings first.

"Yes, I hope you don't wake me up by lunch."

I'm sure they drank a lot.

After washing his face at the well, Jo-Gol stumbled into the house and opened the door.

In it, Yoon-jong, who was already ready to sleep, was looking outside with the window open.

"Aren't you sleeping, death penalty?"

"You should sleep."

Yoon-Jong looked back at Jo-Gol with a light answer.

"…Are you worried about anything?"

"Rather than worrying……."

Yoon-jong smirked.

It is also funny to ask if he is worried about anything when he came all the way to Unnam and came to the Namman Beast Palace.

No matter how much the Beast Palace Lord welcomed them, this is a place where you shouldn't relax.

But Yoon-Jong now knows that's not what Jo-Gol is asking.

"Walk."

"Yes, death penalty."

"I'm sorry, you're so ugly."

"What are you talking about? Death penalty!"

Jo-Gol made a straight face.

"Isn't it already done?"

"I'm glad things went well, but I almost died because of myself."

Yoon-Jong's face is stiff.

"Even if it was wrong, Chung-Myung would have done something because he was there."

"That's the problem."

"What?"

Yoon-jong shook his head.

"Chung-Myung has him, so it'll work out somehow. I might have thought of that secretly. I should be helpful to him, not a burden. But you ended up being a burden, right?"

"The death penalty……."

"It was stupid. I will never do such a thing again. I'm sorry."

"No, death penalty."

Jo-Gol sighed. I felt heavy knowing that no matter what I said, Yoon-Jong's heart would not be as light as it was washed away.

"But... Why did you do that? I've never seen the death penalty so serious."

"He……."

Yoon-jong shut up.

And he seemed to think deeply about something, and then he sighed deeply.

"Do you know I was an orphan?"

"Yes, you heard."

"Then do you know I'm from a beggar?"

"What?"

Jo-Gol opened his eyes slightly wide.

Yoon-Jong opened his mouth in a calm voice while still looking at him.

"Since I had memories, I have lived with my mother. No relatives, no acquaintances. And after my mother died, I had to be a f*cking beggar."

"…the death penalty."

"It's still fresh. When I was dying on the street on that cold winter day when no one helped me. What's more ridiculous is that then I was in more pain of hunger than cold. I couldn't eat anything for more than 10 days, so I wanted to kill a man and take his food away. If I weren't a child, I'd definitely be a thief."

Jo-Gol shut up.

It's the first time I've heard so much about Yoon-Jong's past.

And it was the first time I heard such a naked word from him who was always trying to protect the duty of a master.

"If the elder who was passing there didn't save me, I would have died on the road at last. Wasan is a benefactor to me. You raised a young beggar who was dying despite his difficult living."Yoon-Jong closed his eyes quietly.

I didn't know whether I remembered the past or organized my thoughts. Jo-Gol just didn't want to open his mouth and interrupt Yun-Jong's thoughts.

"It reminds me of the old days when I see people starving ever since. I don't know how hard and painful it is.….I couldn't help myself. I felt the pain again as if I were scratching my stomach."

"I understand, death penalty."

"You mean you understand?"

"Yes, death penalty."

"Would you understand me if you were dead?"

"……."

"Could you have told me in the underworld that it was okay?"

"The death penalty."

Yoon-Jong said firmly.

"It was a stupid thing to do. Helping people who don't even know their names is helpful, but it's also important to ensure the safety of those I know, is good. How did you think that was the only way? Even selling the sword of the dead."

There is deep remorse on Yoon-jong's face. If things had gone wrong, he wouldn't have closed his eyes in death.

Yoon-Jong bit his lips gently.

"As soon as I return to Hwasan, I will plead guilty to the man of the long story. I don't know if I'll ever get a plum sword again, but...I can't do that. But what can I say?"

Jo-Gol, who had been listening silently to the dismal voice, waved his hand.

"I don't know what's in front of me, but I won't be criticized for selling plum swords."

"Why?"

"Well, plum black is Hwasan's sword, but it's not Hwasan's animal."

"Hm?"

Jo-Gol cleared his voice.

"If Chung-Myung had heard of it, he would have said,

"What? Sick and depressed? If you're sick of plum blossoms on a sword, and if you're sick of plum blossoms on your clothes, you're sick of them? Are you sick of drinking when you put plum blossoms in a bottle?'

It's."

"……."

Jo-Gol smiles at Yoon-Jong.

"It's not that kind of out-of-the- Doesn't it matter how much the death penalty thinks of Hwasan?"

Yoon-Jong smiled bitterly.

It's not because I understand what Jo-Gol said. It's because I understand Jo-Gol's mind trying to make his mind at ease somehow.

"Chung-Myung did it. The important thing is not not not to make mistakes, but what you learn from them. Did you learn the death penalty?"

"……Yes, I learned."

"That's enough, isn'"

Yoon-jong sighs and closes his eyes quietly.

Are you all right? Open your eyes.

Elder.

Hyun Sang, who was hugging him, is seen in my eyes.

I'm sorry.

"Stop sleeping. I have a lot of work to do. Just think about going back to Hwasan looking for the pine grass."

"Yes, you should."

Yoon-Jong nodded lightly and headed to the bed.

I was lying on my bed, closing my eyes, and trying to sleep, when I suddenly heard a low voice.

"The death penalty."

"Hm?"

"What the death penalty did may have been wrong."

"…Yes."

"But still."

"Huh?"

"I like the death penalty because it's like that."

"……."

"Go to sleep."

The room became quiet.

Yoon-jong, who raised his hand and stole the eye, closed his eyes tightly.

I didn't think I could fall asleep until the morning came.

* * *

"…Are you alive?"

"I think he's dead."

"No, it's like breathing."

Hwasan's disciples gathered with serious faces as they saw Chung-Myung lying face down in front of the prison.

Jo-Gol poked Chung-Myung with a stick he had picked up from somewhere.

"Is he dead?"

"I'm sure he's dead. He's not a human being if he's that big."

"Common sense is that there's a limit to how much you can fit in a person's stomach, but does it make sense that you drink it all? I thought you saved it for the wedding yesterday.""Drunk."

Poke, poke, poke.

Chung-Myung, who had fallen over, suddenly wriggled as Jo-Gol stabbed him steadily.

"Live!"

"I told you to break the rules, but you broke the rules. And that's in the wrong direction."

"So who won?"

It was then.

"Ugh……."

From Chung-Myung's mouth, a terrible groan came out of hell.

"My…… I won…"…."

"Stop falling asleep. You were excellent."

"Yeah, yeah. You can die because you won."

"I'm not dead! I'm not dead!"

Chung-Myung stood up very slowly and sat on the floor of Daecheong.

"My, can I have a glass of cold water...…."

"It's working well, isn't it? You're offering water to Sa-suk?"

Baek Cheon stuck out the cold water he had prepared in advance. Then Chung-Myung took the cold water without saying a word, gulped it down, put down the bowl and grabbed his head.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....…."

"…Wouldn't it be better to blow away the poison by then? That's what you used to do."

"Then why drink, drink water!"

"Yeah, yeah. I've said the same thing before."

A sigh burst out of Baek Cheon's mouth.

There is no way to stop a sigh when I see his face close to the return letter.

But…….

Anyway, this guy did a good job.'

The best way to strengthen friendship with the Beast Palace is to become friends with the Beast Palace owner. I think the position of the Beast Palace owner is absolute.

I don't know if it's because I know or because I just like it...Anyway, it is certain that Chung-Myung has established a good friendship with the Beast Palace.

"Oh, I'm dying."

When Chung-Myung, who shook his head a couple of times, raised his head, a Beast Palace rushed to them.

"Are you up?"

It was a completely different attitude from yesterday. I can feel the polite formality from the bending position.

It was natural that the Beast Palace owner recognized them as guests, so their attitude changed.

"Yes."

"The Lord of the Palace is looking for you."

"What?"

Chung-Myung looked up.

"You're already up? After drinking like that?"

The corners of Baek Cheon's mouth twitched at his stern look.

"I think you lost, Chung-Myung."

"...Ee, this can't be right."

"Loser."

Baek Cheon smiled and followed the Beast Palace.

In my life, I see Chung-Myung lose. The fact was absolutely hilarious.

'...That can't be true.'

Baek Cheon's eyes, wet with joy for a short time, were filled with sadness. In front of them, in a huge chair covered with tiger skin, the Beast Palace Lord is as ambitious as ever...….

No, I'm not ambitious.

"Turn it off……."

How much did you two drink?'

The face of the Beast Palace, which seemed to support the collapsing sky, was half in a day.

His eyes were black and hollow, and his cheeks were so tight that he looked like heady disease.

He asked Chung-Myung in a cracking voice.

"……Yes, are you all right?"

"Ha ha. I'm fine. Today I'm going to drink...…. Woosh! Drilling……. Whoops!"

Hwasan's disciples turned to Chung-Myung in a moment of contemplation. And he shouted, covering his mouth first.

"Don't throw up, crazy!"

"Where am I? Throw up! Swallow it!"

"Bucket! Bucket! Hurry!"

The Beast Palace Lord grinned at the sight.

"Yes, I can't eat that much and be fine...…. Whoooooooops!

"Argh! My lord! Don't throw up again!"

"Here! Here!"

It was a mess. One couldn't bear to call out the palace.

"If you're feeling so sick, you can run your own course!"

"What the hell, you idiot! Then why would you drink? Let's drink water!"

Then Baek Cheon, who was watching the scene, smiled and asked."…I think I've heard that somewhere, but I'm sure I'm mistaken."

"It's a mistake, Sasook. No way."

At that time, Chung-Myung and the Beast Palace owner, who struggled for a long time, stole the mouth and looked up at each other.

"If this happens...…."

"Is it a tie?"

The match between the two, who drank until dawn last night, ended up running out of alcohol. Then, the next day's condition should be decided, but it doesn't make much difference in what's broken.

"…That's amazing."

"You, too."

Hwasan's disciples laughed proudly as they saw the two haggard-looking men raising their thumbs at each other.

"You play well."

I guess there's something going on between them.'

It's terrible.

And I thought. The lives of the Beast Palace will not be so happy. Seeing that the princess is similar to him, she must be going through hell. Somehow, I feel a sudden sense of sympathy and sympathy.

"But why did you call me this morning?"

"Oh, yeah."

The Beast Palace owner put the bucket aside and opened his mouth.

"The pine tree or something you said yesterday."

"Yes."

It seems that the person who picked it up next to him has already inquired of merchants. An acquaintance of the merchant called to come."

"Wow, that's fast."

"Huuhu. Unamans are naturally quick and accurate."

His disciples sighed as they watched the two giggled and laughed.

One might think that we've known each other for about 20 years.

Fortunately, it was not long before the merchant opened the door and prevented the two from joining forces anymore.

"I meet the princess, the sun of Unnam."

"Let's get rid of the vanity! So do you know about the pine tree?"

It was a hot way of talking that didn't even give him time to introduce himself. The merchant brought up the subject without delay to see if he was familiar with this situation.

"In the middle of the country, the lumber plant is the lumber plant, which is spoken in Unnam."

"What?"

The voice of the Beast Palace Lord rang loudly.

"Did you just call it the Holy Spirit?"

"Yes, right."

"You're here to find the psychic plants?"

The eyes of the Beast's archer grow bigger. The spirit that had disappeared from his voice returned.

No, what is it...….

"…is that great? That?

Chung-Myung asked with a slightly uncomfortable mind. The strong response is probably because the atmosphere is not good.

"……No, it's not much."

That's right.

Didn't you say it was an item that used to enter the midfield? It could not have been a middle-class trade item if it were so great.

But the Beast Palace Lord was still a troubled face. Then he scratches his head with his big hand.

"Well, that's a little...…."

"Is there a problem?"

When Chung-Myung asked, a sigh came out of the Beast's big mouth.

"This is how things get messed up. First of all, the pine tree plant, or the Divine Spirit Plant, that you mentioned, exists in Unnam. But……."

He shook his head in the middle of saying something.

"No, it's no use talking about it. Follow me. I will direct you to the place where the Holy Spirit Plant is."

The Beast Palace Lord sprang up.

I can't help but feel the trust in that big body.….

"Follow me…. Oops! Bucket! Hurry up! Whoops!

…...disappears automatically.

Go away.