Chapter 384

Episode 384. There was still one minute left

, but the reality was grim.

Despite Waryong Swordsman Yeon Mu-baek’s passionate speech, no one responded.

No, on the contrary, I tilted my head and whispered with the companions.

“Did the governor of Yeongamugwan say he would fight the Cheol-blood room? Without disciples?”

“It looks like it will be replaced with a rongin. By the way, is there anyone who will come to Yeongamugwan?”

“Tsk tsk! Hitting rocks with eggs. Even if it hurts my pride, I should have bowed my head and said, “I’m dead.”

“Iknow, right.”

Some people went one step further and criticized the smoke bag.

“The meaning is imaginary, but even if you don’t know the world, you don’t know too much. Even all the military officers in Goseong Village shouldn’t have done it.”

“Someone is holding their breath because they have no courage? I am enduring it because I am not capable of it.”

“Young blood is so scary. They say they’re going to jump into the fire with a brush.”

At the negative reaction of the warlords, Mubaek Yeon could not hide his perplexed expression.

I invited Sangbang, whom I know well, and a minor Bangpa, whom I knew during the Jeongui-maeng and Cheonji-maeng days, but no one encourages them.

The speaker, standing shoulder to shoulder with the smoke bag, was equally embarrassed.

Even when I had a meeting at the guest hall, I was hopeful.

Maybe it was because he was more confident right after defeating the Sangvis thieves.

However, seeing the cold reaction of the warlords, the heat that had been hot faded away.

If you think about it, it’s not unreasonable for people to do that.

Cheolhyeolbang is holding the dark side of Lukyang with a huge breakwater that can carry over 100 people.

On the other hand, Yeonga Military Academy is a rural military officer who has just opened and has no disciples.

‘You’re so excited.’

There was nothing to see after defeating one of the members of the iron blood room.

As the boiling blood cooled, my heart felt cold.

Should I leave Goseongchon as the deceased Lee Cheol-won said?

Or should I fight to the end?

Unlike in the audience, it is time for the speaker to reconsider whether to advance or resign.

Hyeonmubaek said in a determined tone.

“Of course, I know very well that it is a heavy burden. But now I think it’s time to fight. You have to let them know that even earthworms wriggle if they step on them. who knows I stepped on it thinking it was an earthworm, but it must have been a serpent.”

At the meaningful confession of Yeonmubaek, the warlords nodded their heads involuntarily.

This is because the earnest expression, ‘Even an earthworm wriggles when stepped on’ touched my heart.

That was the right word for the Yeongamugwan of today.

The people in the upper direction who knew the past history of the Yeon family looked at Yeonmubaek with wonder.

‘Waryongjang’, the predecessor of Yeongamugwan, can be said to be a symbol of weakness and subservience.

The ‘Waryongjang of Eonsa’, where the true moon swordsman Yeonmu-ryong lived in confinement, was trampled on by the Seonja of the Moon, and ‘Waryongjang of the palace’ made the Yeonjeokha of Greenrim close.

In the process, the Yeons have been consistent in avoiding rather than risking their lives to fight.

But now, while hearing the sound of ‘beating a rock with an egg’, he said he would stand up to the Iron Blooded Room.

A change came in the minds of those Yeonssi.

“Those who will be with Yeongamugwan, please stay after the banquet is over. Even if there is only one person left, we will not be disappointed and will serve you as a guest. Guests, please let me know what I mean. thank you.”

After speaking, Mubaek Yeon led Seungbaek Yeon and the speaker and returned to the main house.

People no longer criticized Yeonmubaek for his recklessness.

It was a change brought about by everyone saying, “Even an earthworm wriggles if you step on it.”

Yang Yi-hwa, engulfed in shock, stood there with a devastated face.

I thought you’d somehow compromise with Sangvis, but you’re going to fight?

Having experienced a failure at the palace two years ago, her eyes were dark.

People stood up one by one, probably because of the request to stay after the banquet was over.

They are in the mood to leave early for fear of being misunderstood as a tourist or a guest.

The banquet hall, which had been filled with people, soon became quiet.

‘This is the heart of the world.’

Yang Yi-hwa looked around the banquet hall with more empty seats with bitter eyes.

‘How many people will you leave?’

Still, wouldn’t there be 10 people who sang the small breakwater that I knew during the days of Justice League and Cheonji-maeng?

At Jeong Jeong-cheon’s words, the Yeon’s faces brightened a little.

Just then, a worker’s voice came from outside the door.

“The Crown Lord’s guests are said to be leaving.”

At that, Moo-baek Yeon and Seung-baek Yeon hurriedly stood up from their seats.

Since they are invited guests, it is to see them off.

The front of the main hall was full of officials from the upper side and small breakwater Murim people.

I wished everyone well, but no one wanted to stay.

Moo-baek Yeon and Seung-baek Yeon Seong-ju saw them off to the outside of the gate.

The empty banquet hall entered the eyes of Yeon Mu-baek, who turned around with a bitter expression.

Still, there were three or four people in their seats.

Judging by their tattered appearance, they must have been wandering nuns who stopped by on the way.

Now, even they are welcome.

Yeon Mu-baek, who was about to enter the guest hall, turned to the banquet hall.

The soldiers who discovered him belatedly got up from their seats in a hurry. Hyeonmubaek laughed and said.

“it’s okay. eat more My name is Yeonmubaek, the head of Yeongamugwan.”

“Ah yes. I heard good things. I’m alone.”

“me too.”

“I hope for good results.”

They left without looking back, fearing that the smoke bag would catch them.

Yang-hwa approached Yeonmu-baek, who was standing in awe, with quick steps.

Yeon Mu-baek, who glanced at his wife, said with a dejected face.

“I think they’re all gone.”

“no. There is still one minute left.”

“Who is left?”

“It’s empty.”

Yanghwa pointed to the corner of the banquet hall.

A bamboo backpack was set up next to the chair and someone was eagerly eating.

The sky-high hair and scruffy clothes caught my eye first.

If it wasn’t for the backpack, I would have thought it was an open room.

“Did he say he would stay?”

“yes. do not be surprised. They say you are a non-partisan sectarian disciple.”

Mubaek Yeon’s eyes sparkled at the words that he was a non-partisan secular disciple.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the disciples of the Chilpamun are one per hundred, so it is reasonable.

The faces of Yeon Seung-baek and Speech Master, who followed, also became lively.

“It is late to say hello. My name is Yeonmubaek, the head of Yeongamugwan.”

Yeonjeokha quietly put down the chicken leg he was holding on to.

Suddenly, the banquet hall was empty.

‘Tsk! with people.’

It seems like people gathered in front of the drug dealer just looked around and left.

Yeonjeokha, who sighed lightly, turned his head.

“I am Namcheon, a non-partisan secular disciple.”

“ah! Now I see that you were a small fellow. I heard it from my own. Are you saying you want to be a guest of our Yeongamugwan?”

In an instant, the young man’s lips twitched.

Doho (道號) is ‘Namcheon’, but it seems that you know it by name.

But now that I think about it, I don’t think I need to point out that fact.

It is because if it is known that he is Mr. Yeon, he will dig into the history of the family.

“yes.”

“I’m sorry, but what about Master’s name? I really want to thank you later.”

“The blue Buddha of Wulonggung is also an old master.”

“If it’s Ohryonggung...”

Yeonmubaek’s complexion darkened slightly.

Only then did the randomly placed bamboo backpacks catch my eye.