old man''s shit

    Mun Sang-gil, a member of the Gaju family, frowned at the report of the Interior Minister.

    "Twenty pounds of Yun-cheol?"

    "That''s right. At least they didn''t seem to be able to win his heart."

    How much money is 20 pounds of meteorite?

    It is said that if you see them put out like that, they are making money.

    "Is meteorite common on Earth?"

    "I know it is not."

    Sang-gil Moon said while stroking his white beard.

    "How about the field where you came with him?"

    "It is almost certain. Jeonseo-gu will arrive today or tomorrow."

    "It''s the Thousand Swords Night."

    In today''s era, the only thing in the world of Cheongeom Yajang is that of the Namgung family that disappeared two years ago. He returned to his hometown of Earth and returned with an absolute gourd.

    Just to be sure, I''ve asked the field manager to verify the identity, and the information will arrive soon.

    "Hmm, it''s just a tour."

    It may be, as they say.

    There is a saying in the middle ages that there is never a coincidence.

    Everything has a reason and a reason.

    Isn''t that suspicious?

    An absolute master from Earthlings, his nephew, another Earthling, and .

    "That party What did you say?"

    "It''s called Dangjincheol."

    "Are you a member of the Sacheondang family?"

    "Don''t you know that there are no survivors of the extinct Sacheondang family?"

    "Well ."

    Moon Jong-gil shook his head.

    It is not only the Sacheondang family that uses the surname of the Tang clan.

    "First of all, the field chief''s identity verification comes first."

    "Yes, I will report to Jeonseo-gu as soon as it arrives."

    "I heard that you saved Jong-seong, did the identity of the assailants come out?"

    "There was nothing to do but torture. They are the soldiers of the Hwang family."

    "Ugh."

    The dispute with the head of the Hwang family, which started as a conflict at first, was getting longer, and now it was about to become a full-fledged fight.

    In the midfield, if you pretend you don''t know grace, people will point you at them, and if you forget your grudges, you will be despised.

    Organizing Eun-Won''s relationship is absolutely essential for the survival of the Jung-Won family.

    You tried to kidnap your descendants, so retaliation must follow.

    "Summon the Red Dragon Lord."

    "Yes, my lord."

    I''ve been so quiet all this time, so I see Sega Moon as a pawn. Moon Sang-gil prepared to show his teeth in earnest.

    *The wall that made up the manor was not very high.

    Only about 2 meters?

    It is just enough to block the outside gaze, and it is a height that most samurai can jump over if they decide to do so.

    Is that so?

    Within the manor, the escorts of the Mun family were arranged for each element.

    The warriors organically roam the area that is not too far or too narrow to monitor and patrol a large area with a small number of people and gather together in case of emergency.

    It was like watching a shogi horse moving in an exquisite base.

    "Exquisite."

    "Almost every manor is defended like this."

    Jang Soon-pil followed Suho and kindly explained his questions one by one.

    No-bok, who leads the way, will pretend not to listen, but will remember their conversations one by one.

    It was funny to see the old clothes with their ears pricked up, but Suho and Jang Soonpil didn''t care about such things and walked around looking around.

    It is a manor with many walls and round doors in the middle.

    Every time I crossed the wall through the door, the garden was different as if I was in a different space, so the walking path was not boring.

    "It was layered on top."

    "That''s right. Usually the proof of history is in the heart of the town."

    Of course, the relationship has been reversed.

    Because people gathered around the proof of history and built a village.

    Among them, the Mun family residence was located in the middle of the Mun family manor.

    It was about 30 minutes after walking from the annex on the outskirts to this place, taking a leisurely stroll.

    "That is the Lord''s office."

    There is a main building nearby, but most of the major facilities seem to be in this area.

    "so?"

    "Ugh."

    No Bok is confused as to how to respond to a reaction outside of common sense, but Jang Soon-pil came forward and told him.

    "Still, I was invited as a guest, so why not meet the owner of the house?"

    Jang Soon-pil, who spoke, was also cautious.

    Before the courtesy of the landlord and guests, this is kind of like a fight.

    It is such a message that Gaju did not show up even though Suho and his companions staying in the annex were treated generously.

    ''You come to see me.''

    If it''s childish to measure each other''s rank, it''s childish, and if it''s important to the Moorim family, it''s important.

    "That''s right."

    Suho stepped forward without hesitation.

    "If you''re the owner, is Jong-seong your grandfather?"

    "That''s right."

    "Go."

    "Yes, come here."

    30 minutes after being escorted to the reception room next to the office.

    Suho had a puzzled expression on the face of Seju Moon, who was still invisible, and Soonpil Jang''s complexion was a little dark.

    "It tastes good, but they keep giving me unlimited refills."

    "Heh heh heh heh."

    Suho dissuaded him when he saw an argument coming with a heated teapot.

    "You can stop."

    "Yeah."

    Is there anyone in the world who is better at spending time alone than Suho?

    Jang Soon-pil''s stomach burned as he watched him just quietly bruising.

    Even a fool would know what this situation is.

    ''This is not it.''

    Just because you are careful in your words and actions and treat you well does not mean that you are treated well.

    It was difficult to guess how Suho feels, but it is a culture and situation quite familiar to Jang Soon-pil, who has lived on the planet Gucheon for 8 years.

    ''My lord does not deserve this kind of treatment.''

    As a field manager and a slave, he only beat his sword. I''m used to this kind of treatment, but isn''t Suho different?

    The strongest among the people of Earth, and the one who tamed the legendary Imoogi.

    It is unknown how many achievements he will be recognized for when he faces the proof of history.

    How can you treat such a great person like this?

    When the master is ignored, the servant also feels bad.

    Jang Soon-pil said to Suho with a firm face.

    "Just get up."

    "Huh? Why?"

    "This is an obvious disregard."

    "Ignore? day?"

    Suho thought.

    It''s not a promise, but how can being late be ignored? He was always cautious of the group approaching him.

    Each beast that treads on the land of the king of the forest carefully bowed its head and paid homage.

    But this is neither a wild land nor a royal land.

    This is the Moon family.

    "Wow, did you make me wait on purpose then?"

    The situation was so familiar that I didn''t even think that it was ignoring it.

    "Are you saying you made me wait on purpose?"

    "It is not uncommon in midfield. It''s the culture here."

    Each planet has different rules.

    However, just because there are rules, do you have to follow them?

    It was frustrating even on Earth, but there is no reason to come all the way here.

    A guardian who respects Lee Sook-ja because of the time he was born, and here on the planet Gucheon, he is an idiot.

    Imugi, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, is younger than him, but is there anyone who is older than him among the Moorim people?

    "He''s a bad guy."

    Suho thought of Moon Jong-seong.

    He crawled and invited him to the house, but it doesn''t appear to be the grandfather. No need to say goodbye

    "Let''s go."

    As Suho stood up from his seat, the door opened and a white-haired, white-bearded condolence came in. Behind him were two men, one being Mun Jong-Sung and the other looking like his father.

    Three generations came in and faced Suho.

    "I was rude because I was busy in Sega."

    "Yeah."

    " ?"

    Moon Sang-gil stopped at the unreasonable reaction.

    It''s not usually like this, shouldn''t we say something like, I didn''t realize the time was passing because the tea tasted so good?

    If you are of the same age as Moorim or of a similar rank, isn''t it usually polite to give a guest a loss to the owner?

    "Heh heh heh, I think your hand is offended. Please sit down."

    "No, I''ve seen your face."

    "Heh heh heh heh heh."

    What is this?

    Aren''t all Earthlings rude?

    Or is he an arrogant personality because he is confident in his skills?

    Is it very different from what you heard from your grandchildren?

    "Then see you at the wall."

    Suho quickly left, and Soonpil Jang bowed his head with a humble face.

    "then ."

    When even Jang Soon-pil left, there was silence in the waiting room where only three Moons remained.

    " ."

    Moon Sang-gil shook his hand and pulled out a chair and sat down.

    "Jongseong-ah."

    "Yes, Grandpa."

    Knowing how angry his suppressed voice was, Moon''s body was trembling like a convulsive from before.

    "Did you say life-saving?"

    "That''s right."

    "What do you think about this old lady being insulted so much?"

    " ."

    Will you be treated like an enemy or a benefactor?

    "The etiquette of the earth is different from that here, so it relieves anger."

    "Earth seems to be a place where a blue-eyed bastard can talk."

    Moon Sang-gil did not subside at all.

    "A person who speaks Chinese so fluently is dark in culture?"

    That''s nonsense.

    I don''t know who taught him to speak, but he must have learned all about the basic midfield culture and the strong morality of being strong.

    "I have protected the descendants of the Mun clan, so I will forget this insult."

    For the Moorim people, even if they asked for life-and-death secretaries right away, they were ignored. Eun-won, who saved her grandson, disappeared with this.

    "Thank you. grandfather."

    "Words are heavenly gold, so when the promise is over, don''t let me stand out any more."

    it''s a blessing

    There are words that have already been spit out, so if you listen to them, there will be no more hospitality in the future.

    "Yes, Father."

    Sogaju received the words of his angry father.

    "And if the identity of the field chief who followed him is correct, launch Jeonseo-gu in Namgung-ga."

    "Yes."

    It doesn''t matter if it''s not your own hand to punish a bad guy. Moon Sang-gil calmly soothed his stomach.

    *Jang Soon-pil could not control his beating heart.

    ''It''s like there''s no countermeasures.''

    It''s scary but cool.

    It''s a funny feeling.

    "Why do you look like that?"

    "Ha ha, no."

    this is one

    A man of this size is not to say that he carelessly kills Jangcheon Namgung, who has become the leader of the Moorim, isn''t it?

    Jang Soon-pil''s heart pounded as if he had acquired a new owner who was not harsh.

    "That is the proof of history."

    On the other hand, the expression on the face of Nobok, who was guiding the road, was not very good.

    When the master was ignored, the servant also said that he felt bad. Nobok looks the same.

    "Uh, thank you."

    Suho patted the shoulder of a young man who had worked hard to guide the way, and then crossed the threshold that looked like a large one-door gate.

    A number of tombstones stand in a neatly manicured garden.

    It is about 3 meters high and about 1 meter wide.

    "Five."

    It has a stronger and stronger energy than the stone of memory.

    "Can I touch that?"

    "Yes, that''s how you leave your name on the proof of history. Without achievements, nothing is left behind."

    Suho came closer and observed the tombstone.

    I left my name. There were only scratches that showed signs of age, and there were no letters anywhere.

    Suho reached out and placed his hand on the tombstone.

    ; Recognizing user .

    ; Does not exist in the database.

    ; Checking code... .

    ; Access code does not exist.

    He was holding his hand, but no more messages were displayed.

    "Ugh."

    When you don''t know, it''s better to ask.

    "What is the code?"

    "Yes?"

    Jang Soon-pil, head of the Guardian Guild Research Institute, tilted his head at the first thing he had heard.

    "You do it."

    "Yes."

    Jang Soon-pil touched the proof of history.