Chapter 67

Episode 67 This is the age we are in.

The next day I went to see my father.

It was to report what had happened with the Pungcheon religious leader.

Since it is a situation on campus, my father probably knows everything, but what I come to talk about and what Sima Ming reports to me are completely different issues.

My father was training at the time.

While I was waiting outside, there was a message telling me to come inside.

“Please come into the training hall.”

The sound heard in the air was Hwi, my father’s water guard. It’s been a while since I heard his voice.

“It’s been a while, mister.”

“Yes, master.”

A short answer was heard. I remember holding Hwi’s hand and walking down the streets of Magachon when I was young. I think he was begging me to buy him some street food. Anyway, the memory of that day remained a good memory for me.

“Uncle, when will I see you again?” “I will treat you to a meal.”

“yes.”

“Relax, mister.”

I wasn’t sure exactly how he would accept my favor or what his current feelings were toward me. For me, it was a pleasant memory, but for him, it may have been an uninspiring daily routine.

Still, you have to be friendly with him. Because he was the person my father trusted the most.

I mentally prepared myself and entered the training center.

just as expected.

Today too, my father attacked me with Myeongwangbo.

While dodging with the blinker, I struck down my father’s Heavenly Demon Sword with the Black Demon Sword. This was the first clash between the Black Demon Sword and the Heavenly Demon Sword, and it was a much more dangerous attempt than simply dodging. Of course, my father noticed the change in my state at a glance.

“Your skills have improved!”

My father also attacked while his Myungwangbo level was much higher, but he blocked it in a more dangerous way.

“Of course it should increase. I will do the most martial arts training at this school. No, it would be the second time. Ian does it the most.”

“Why don’t you think it’s the third time?”

From these words, I was able to guess how hard my father was practicing Pungshin Sabo.

‘Father, you are doing well. You must achieve great success. Absolutely!’

I walked out of the training center with my father. We walked side by side and talked.

“What brings you here?”

“The leader of Pungcheon Church wants to join hands with me. It feels like there has been a split with Palmazon. “Did you know?”

There was no need to say that he had taught me the art of space-time anomaly. This part was something that the Pungcheon religious leader would not disclose to the outside world.

This is how my father saw the core of this matter.

“It was arrogant for the Magons to bring the Pungcheon cult leader here. “We should have gone to him and resolved it, and if we were planning on bringing him in, everyone should have gone to him and asked for him.”

“You have touched the pride of the Pungcheon Church leader by mistake.”

There may be many reasons why he pushes to advance to the midfield, but when I look at them one by one, it occurred to me that what lies at the bottom may really be his wounded pride.

“Things that are neglected and thought to be insignificant end up becoming the biggest problems. “This incident is clearly a mistake by Mazon.”

I got a glimpse of my father’s agony. If you feel like watching the mazons fight against the Pungcheon cult leader, you’ll want to get rid of those that lack loyalty.

However, it was obvious that if they, the main force of the school, collapsed, the Murim Alliance would eventually attack, so Palmazon was truly a necessary evil for his father.

“Then why did the leader of Pungcheon come to me instead of visiting my father?”

My father was firm in his answer this time too.

“The first reason is because they think it’s difficult for me, and the second reason is because they think it’s easy to take advantage of you.”

“What are you trying to do using me?”

I asked, pretending not to know anything.

“Ask your questions to your soldiers.”

“I don’t have any military, do I?”

“I have to save it.”

“Where do you get someone as smart as Master Sima?”

My father just snorted once.

“How do you mean?”

“How about sending him back outside to prevent him from making a fuss? “It’s not like you can catch a thief that you can’t catch with him anyway.”

It was clearly a comment aimed at me. He was convinced that it was a self-made drama, and he probably believed that I was helping him with it.

“Will you listen to me, who is just a footnote?”

“I heard that the leader of the Pungcheon Church came to visit you?”

“I came to say hello.”

“The leader of the Pungcheon Church believes that you will be his successor.”

“There was no such expression. Why do you think that?”

“If not, I’m not the type of person to go to someone. He is a man who is used to having someone come and say hello. “If he found you, he must have seen your potential as a successor.”

While speaking, he constantly looked at my reactions and tried to read my inner thoughts. I’m sorry to say this, but that’s an attempt that even my father fails at.

“For the sake of this school, I have to send him back.”

It was an attempt to kill two birds with one stone.

If I try to send him back, that’s fine, and if I refuse this offer, they can accuse me of not acting for the sake of the school.

“No. “Then you shouldn’t send him back.”

“What do you mean?”

“As you said, he will use this incident as an excuse to discredit our school. Then you have to hold on to it. On the contrary, you won’t be able to open your mouth without permission until you are at the main school. Let me just hint. “If you want to find something new, don’t open your mouth carelessly.”

For a moment, Mabul could not answer. Of course, he wasn’t the kind of person who would come to take off a lump and then put another on.

“The leader of Pungcheon is a man like a snake. “There is clearly another ulterior motive.”

“Then I’ll pretend to hold his hand and figure out his intentions.”

“Since you’re this stubborn, it looks like you’ll be a great Nether Footnote in the future.”

“Mainly in terms of what we believe is right.”

Mabul took those words as a reprimand that he was an unjust person.

Mabul must have thought it was an opportunity, but he quickly made a sign with his finger.

A man of the law!

At that moment, a golden glow emanated from Mabul’s body.

The opponent cannot open his eyes for a moment due to this light, which is more intense than the sun. This fleeting moment was as long as an eon for those with mazon-level skills. Should I stab him here or stab him there? No, let’s stab them in both places.

I closed my eyes too.

But before I closed my eyes, I knew. My eyes were barely affected by that light. Golden light poured out of his body, and the demonic fire was clearly visible in the center of it.

At this moment, it was not the Golden Great Lama Ball that shined, but my Shinan Art.

But I deliberately closed my eyes. There was no need to reveal my skills to Mabul.

When I opened my eyes again, Mabul was sticking his face right in front of my nose.

His face, which seemed both childlike and adult-like, felt unfamiliar.

The way he looked at me was exactly like this.

If I had decided to kill you, you would already be dead!

He was a man who could be confident in himself. The Great Golden Lama has five beasts in total. You don’t have to experience it to know how scary the attack will be after it flies in while blindfolded.

I didn’t say anything. Even if it wasn’t fear, I intentionally showed a reaction of surprise and fear.

Mabul probably thought this was enough warning and stood up. He said the opposite of what he said when Hyeolcheondoma first came to see me.

“I want to see you often. We drink tea and talk like this. “If you join me, only good things will happen to you.”

“Please share a lot with your brother.”

Mabul smiled in satisfaction at my childish arrogance.

“Yes, this is the age right now. See you then.”

“Please take a look.”

As he walked out of the room, the stern expression I had put on on purpose eased, and the golden room returned to its original state.

Hey Mabul. You better not see me often. As of now, there are only three types of Mazon that are involved with me.

Either we’re friends, we’re getting closer, or we’re dead.

Which do you think? As of now, I don’t think we’ll become friends...

So are you confident in creating the fourth category?