Chapter 84

This is the 84th episode of my favorite restaurant.

I entered Magachon with my father.

Walking with the author gave me a new feeling. There is always a thrill that comes from the first time.

“How long has it been since you came out of Magachon?”

“It’s been quite a while.”

From what he said, it seemed like it had been a long time since he had been here.

“It’s nice to get some fresh air outside, right?”

What does this distance mean to my father?

We walked around slowly, looking at the shops lined up on the street, the vendors in front of them, and the passers-by.

It seems that people definitely have an innate strength. My father did not generate energy or release energy, but the path for him to walk naturally opened up.

Without realizing it, everyone avoids father’s path to the side instead of blocking it. There was something about my father that is difficult to explain in words.

I stopped in front of a fabric store that sold both silk and clothes.

“Father, it’s a commemorative fact that you came out like this, so why don’t we get a matching uniform?”

“There are dozens of sets of ceremonial uniforms made by garment craftsmen.”

“Instead, you don’t have a matching military uniform with your son, right? Just do one set. yes?”

I went into the dry goods store first. My father pretended not to be able to resist and followed me in.

Inside the store, all kinds of silk and fabric clothes were piled up.

I quickly chose a military uniform before my father changed his mind.

“What do you think of the military uniform hanging over there?”

It was a military uniform with a drawing of the Heavenly Demon Spirit representing our school. Originally, it was a pattern that should not be misused, but blocking it did not mean it would not be sold, so it was tolerated as a souvenir at some point.

But my father pointed somewhere else.

“How about that one?”

It was a bright white military uniform. It was a military uniform with plum blossoms embroidered on the arms and legs, so anyone could see that it looked like members of a political faction.

“Let’s do that?”

“You want to go to Jungwon next time? “You can’t wear something like that then, right?”

“!”

I was really surprised. You remember what I said about going to Jungwon to play together!

“I like it too. “Please give me two sets of military uniform.”

Surprisingly, my father also did the calculations.

“You said you were buying food? “I’ll buy you clothes.”

“Thank you, father.”

I took care of two sets of military uniforms, each wrapped in paper.

There was a lot I wanted to say, but I didn’t say it. I thought that if I joked for no reason, my father would respond with harsh words to ease the awkward atmosphere. It’s best to just enjoy this feeling and situation for now.

“Where are you going to buy food?”

“It’s over there.”

I went to a pub with my father.

If I were to attend my father, I would have to go to the best guesthouse or tavern Giru here, but I didn’t want to do that. At best, it would be a place where mazons go, but I thought a place that was meaningful to me would be better.

“This is my regular place.”

Cho Chun-bae greeted us with a bright smile.

“You came today with a guest you’ve never met before.”

“We are not guests, we are family.”

“This is your first time with a family. Yes? yes? Family? “If you say we’re family...”

Cho Chun-bae, startled, looked at his father.

Jo Chun-bae, who could not see his face because he was using bamboo lipstick, but confirmed that he was not young, took a step back without realizing it.

And he asked me with his eyes.

No, right? Really not?

I responded by nodding my head.

That’s right, he’s the person the owner thinks he is.

Cho Chun-bae, who realized that the person who came with him was Cheon-ma, became thoughtful and trembled like an aspen. How could you miss out on such great fun?

I ordered him the dish my father chose.

“Now, please enjoy it.”

“yes.”

Words that would be surprising to the Magons flowed from my father’s mouth.

“Either hit Pungcheongyo or Palmazon. “It’s easy to make excuses if you’re intertwined.”

Indeed, I could see that my father was not afraid of Pungcheongyo or Palmazon at all.

“Why are you against it?”

“It is not yet time. “Just know that.”

The statement that the time was not right was very loud.

I could guess my father’s feelings. Pungcheongyo’s advance into the Central Plains has great significance not only for us, but also for the Murim Alliance and the Sado Alliance.

In particular, if the Murim Alliance, which had suffered greatly from the invasion of the Central Plains by the Blood Cult in the past, began to push the advance of Pungcheongyo as a revival of the Blood Cult, there could be a big political impact.

Wouldn’t saying that the time is not right be the same as saying that I will decide the time?

‘Father, are you dreaming of unifying Moorim deep in your heart?’

Because of the fire weapon, that dream could not be achieved, but considering my father’s abilities, it might be possible. The Hyeolcheondoma is said to be a sleeping dragon to me, but the real sleeping dragon may not have awakened yet....

I felt like I wanted to smite my father, but if I did so, this good place today might be ruined, so I held back. There will be plenty of opportunities to find out later.

“All right. “I will take care of that matter.”

“how?”

“I am tangled with the leader of the Pungcheon Church on a human level, so I will resolve it on a human level.”

“Humanly? “Isn’t this the most difficult way?”

“Instead, it will have the best effect. Don’t worry, I won’t be arrogant about knowing other people’s minds. “I will never be greedy to win someone else’s heart, and I will never trust you.”

It was only half the truth. I don’t want to live a life like this. What is the point of becoming a Heavenly Demon while doubting everyone?

I may not know all people’s hearts, but I will try to understand them. I may not be able to win all people’s hearts, but I will at least gain hearts that will not treat each other with lies and hypocrisy, and I will still believe those who I trust.

“Please leave the work of the leader of Pungcheon to me. “I will handle it well.”

My father nodded and stood up.

“I ate well. “Come play baduk next month.”

“yes! “You’ll have to sharpen the stone well!”

When my father held out his hand, one of the two sets of robes he had placed next to me flew away.

Carrying it, my father went down to the first floor.

I was more impressed by the sight of him bringing his own uniform without being told, rather than the fact that he bought the uniform together and the fact that he calculated it.

And the unexpected appearance of the father was completed by Cho Chun-bae.

As my father passed by, Cho Chun-bae, who was standing next to the cash register, bowed so deeply that his waist touched the floor and greeted him.

“It was an honor to be able to serve you.”

My father, who was just about to leave, stopped.

“It tasted good.”

My father went out, leaving Cho Chun-bae behind, who was so surprised and moved that he stood there gasping.

Cho Chun-bae, who was dazed, shouted belatedly.

“yes! thank you! Please stop by again next time!”

My father was already walking away.

Only then did Cho Chun-bae, who was relieved of his tension, sit down with a long sigh of relief.

He took out the liquor he had hidden under the counter and took a gulp. He didn’t drink alcohol while doing business unless it was something serious, but today he went beyond something serious.

I asked him while leaning on the railing on this floor.

“How do you feel?”

“I don’t want to die now. Even if I am reborn, I will live as the owner of a pungryu bar.”

“If you are reborn, you must live as a martial arts hero.”

“I don’t like it. I am satisfied with this life, watching over someone like Confucius by my side. Serving delicious food is enough.”

“You can become a master and live a life like this, right?”

“Then you will be even more unhappy. “Even though I’m an expert, you still have to put up with it, right?”

“okay.”

While watching the rare scene of Jo Chun-bae drinking, I looked outside the bar. In the distance, I could see my father’s back slowly walking among the people. Who knows? That he had just passed by the Heavenly Demon.

Before returning, I couldn’t see well.

The back of my father, Jo Chun-bae smiling happily with a red face, and those people walking down the street busily wondering where they are going. I didn’t look. I did not look at their eyes or mouths to see what kind of heart they were living. Because I didn’t look closely, I didn’t know, and because I didn’t know, I couldn’t win.

Yes, I did not lose to Hwamugi. I lost my life. To my indifferent life.

“Confucius, would you like some more drink?”

Cho Chun-bae asked from down there.

“No, I have people I need to see today.”

After leaving the pub, I walked the same path my father walked and returned to the school.