Chapter - 463 Episode 463. What kind of neighborhood is this? (3)



It wasn't a surprise. I've already heard that Mahyo was found in the North Sea. Besides, didn't Chung-Myung personally identify the body already covered in marijuana?



However, the story of Mahyo from the mouth of a local in the North Sea was different from what was heard across the country.



"…Did you attract Mahkyo from the North Sea Ice Palace?"



"Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha. How...….”



Hye Yeon memorized her disapproval.



It was beyond his comprehension.



"Do the North Sea people not know what kind of place it is? How can you do such a unique thing?"



Hearing that, Hong Yi-myung sighed deeply.



"It's the North Sea, so I don't know about Mahkyo."



"But how can a man do that?"



Chung-Myung grinned at Hye Yeon's question.



"Yo, Ddang-joong is talking naive again.”



“…….”



"There's nothing you can't do because you're human. There's nothing in the world that you can never do."



Even if that's what attracts horsemanship.



Especially if power is at stake. It is nothing special to engage foreign powers who were at odds to take the throne.



Many monarchs have chosen that path in many of its history.….



And most of them paid for it.



Perhaps the same is true of the current bingo.



"So what?"



When Chung-Myung asked, Hong Yi-myeong sighed calmly and continued.



"What do I know in detail? All I know is that outsiders appeared in the North Sea that day, and within a few days, the owner of the bingo changed.”



"Well."



Baek Cheon's face darkened.



'This could be more difficult than I thought.’



Since traces of horse-riding were found in the North Sea, I thought that North Sea Ice Palace and horse-riding would somehow be intertwined. No matter how powerful the horse religion is, the influence of the North Sea Ice Palace cannot be ignored in the North Sea.



However, according to Hong Yi-myung, North Sea Ice Palace and Mahyo could be in solidarity. More than I thought.



The faces of the Hwasan disciples are all hardened. Baek Cheon peeked at Chung-Myung's complexion.



However, Chung-Myung's eyes were glistening with surprising interesting.



"So no one knows what's going on inside the bingo."



"It's a little strange to say that……, but there's no way to know a dumb worm like me."



Chung-Myung nodded.



In fact, even if there is a big change in the palace, ordinary mint chocolate is not known until several years later.



Even in the North Sea, Hong Yi-myeong, who lives in a remote place, could not have known the situation inside the bingo in detail.



"Just……."



Hong Yi-myung said with a slight frown.



"After that, the atmosphere in the North Sea has become very hideous. I was told that people kept going missing, and I was completely banned from trading with the once-in-a-lifetime midfield. That's why most people are starving because they can't get the grain.”



"Well."



"And no one dares to face the heavyweights after a few people have been executed for violating the orders of the ice court and trying to deal with them.”



"Huh? We're in the middle of nowhere, right?”



When Chung-Myung asked with his eyes wide open, Hong Yi-myung laughed bitterly.



"As I said, this is quite remote in the North Sea. Don't tell me you care about someone like me who lives in the outer corner of the street."



"You do."



Chung-Myung scratched his cheek and asked again.



"So what happened to the Prince of the Warlord?""How am I supposed to know that?"



"Well…."



"But even though it's been years since the bloodbath took place, words don't flow out.….”



"I guess so."



Something Hong Yi-myung couldn't finish, Chung-Myung could have guessed well. Chung-Myung's briefly lost in thought was cold.



"Magyo, rebellion. And the palace changed.’



It's a plausible story to hear.



While Mahyo was circling Sae-eou to avoid the eyes of the Middle East, he colluded with the Solchon Sang to take control of the Bingguo and take a new home in the North Sea.



But…….



"It's a little weird.”



"Huh? What?"



When asked by Baek Cheon, Chung-Myung answered in a low voice.



"No, nothing."



This is a little different from the way Chung-Myung used to know about Mahkyo. Of course, Chung-Myung doesn't know how Heavenly Demon moves, so it may be meaningless to say that it'….



'But I still don't feel good.’



In fact, it was no use just sitting around and worrying, and it was good.



If you check it with your eyes, you'll find a conclusion.



When Chung-Myung shut up, Baek Cheon led the conversation.



"Then it's true that you reject the people of the Middle East in the Bingo."



"Yes, you will not be welcomed if you go further inside. Maybe I'll go through more than that. I don't know what business you're going to the Bingo for, but you'd better go back unless it's urgent.”



"I'll keep that in mind for now."



"…You don't have any intention of going back.”



When Hong Yi-myung spoke, Baek Cheon scratched his back hair a little awkwardly.



"I'm not here to play either."



"Then get ready and leave. We'd better stay here today.”



"Thank you for your words, but I can't be so bothered."



When Baek Cheon politely declined, Hong Yi-myung's eyes slightly stood out.



"I don't know. Nights in the North Sea are many times more severe than daytime. People who have lived in the North Sea all their lives do not leave their homes at night. You'd better go through a night in the North Sea a day less."



"He, is that so?"



Hong Yi-myung nodded loudly.



"No matter how confident he is in his physical strength, he loses his temperature and dies in an instant when the wind blows at dawn. I'll give you my own tent, so take it with you. I'll have to fix it a little, so stay here until tomorrow."



"……then I'll be ashamed and a little more indebted."



In Baek Cheon's slow nod, Jo-Gol asked softly.



"Will it be all right, the death penalty?"



"It would be better to follow the local people's advice. Wouldn't it be better to keep the risk out as much as possible?"



Everyone finally nodded still at the words. Once Baek Cheon has decided so, it's right to follow.



But Chung-Myung pouted his mouth in a very unhappy shape.



At that time, Hong Yi-myung quickly rose to his feet as if he had thought of something.



"Look at my spirit. Just wait a little bit. I'll serve you a meal.”



Baek Cheon said with a look of ecstasy.



"I think I'm being too much trouble.….”



"It's okay. It's not free. What's wrong?"



Pardon?



Are you getting the money?



This guy is scary.



The smiling Baek Cheon's mouth hardened awkwardly.



But then the door that was closed opened with a squeak. At the same time, a cold wind blew hard.



"Woof!"



"Argh! It's cold!"Everyone shrank in the cold and looked at the door with a wary look. However, it was surprisingly a small child who showed up when the door opened.



"Are you back?"



"Yes, Father! But…… I didn't get as many as I thought."



The child, who wrapped his whole body tightly in fur and barely put out his face, waddled inside and dropped the bag that was on his shoulder.



"What about this kid?"



"That's my son.”



The skin that was seen under the fur hat was as white as snow.



"…Son?”



"That's right."



"Son?"



"…Is there a problem?"



"…but not really."



Excuse me...



You don't look like him at all. You didn't kidnap him from somewhere, did you?



There was nothing similar between the two except that their skin was white. Compared to Hong Yi-myeong, who has a large nose, tan hair, and angular face, his son is round and looks like a child that can be seen anywhere in the Middle East.



Of course, it was kind of cute.



"What about these people?"



"They're from Jungwon."



"Middle ground?"



The child's eyes are curious.



"If it's Jungwon, you're talking about that warm south country!"



“…….”



Whasan is located in the island west, north of the Middle East, but by North Sea standards, it would also be a warm southern country. Baek Cheon and other students of Hwasan realized that everything in the world was relative.



"What is the middle ground like?"



"This guy. You have to say hello first."



"Ah!"



The child bowed his head quickly at Hong's scolding.



"Hello, I'm Hong Jin-bo."



"Nice to meet you."



Baek Cheon was greeted by Hong Jin-bo as a representative.



"I have to prepare the guests' meals from now on, so you should hurry up and prepare.”



"Yes, Father!"



At Hong Jin-bo's gallant reply, Hwasan's disciples each smiled pleasedly.



It's nice to see.



What a father-son relationship. It doesn't look like him at all.



But unlike those who just gloat, Chung-Myung's eyes glanced at Hong Jin-bo.



Progress...….’



* * *



"You didn't have to do this for me.….”



"Don't worry about me, don't worry about me."



Baek Cheon scratched his head as he stared blankly at the cart.



I slept warm at Hong's house all night. It's been a long time since I fell asleep without shaking in the cold, so I felt like I was completely relieved of my fatigue.



However, Hong Yi-myeong did not stop there, but covered their carts with large tents.



"Come to think of it, I thought it would be better to sleep in the luggage compartment than to put up a tent half-heartedly. It'll be much better if you avoid the wind.”



"I don't know how to thank you."



Baek Cheon repeatedly thanked him with a slightly embarrassed face.



I've met many people around the country, but it's the first time I've met such a generous person.



Hong Yi-myeong smiled as he saw Baek Cheon, who was so happy.



"North Sea is a barren place.”



“…….”



"That's why we can't live without helping each other. If I help someone today, won't I come when I get help someday? That's what people do when they live for."



"Oh……."



When Yoon-Jong heard that, he nodded loudly.



"I've learned deeply.



"You're talking nonsense. Hahaha."



Their costumes have changed a lot since they first came here.



Instead of woolen clothes and leather, he wore the animal fur he bought from Hong Yi-myeong. The leather clothes covering the head were very awkward, but it was definitely much more tolerable than before because there was no wind coming in from the ears and head."Be careful, the North Sea is a much scarier place than you think."



"I'll keep that in mind."



Baek Cheon deeply captured and thanked.



"……but where did Chung-Myung go again?"



"Huh? Just a moment ago...….”



It was that moment.



"Oh, it's cold…….”



The door of the house suddenly opened and a large and round figure appeared from the inside.



“…….”



His disciples, who saw the mollusks, were speechless and open-mouthed.



Chung-Myung, who had become almost a lump of clothes, waddled out the door.



Squeeze!



"Huh?"



No, I was going to step up. I was frustrated that my swollen body couldn't get through the small door because of my clothes.



"Yee, what's wrong with this!"



He struggled with his legs, which looked thrilling, but his body was not easily pulled out once.



"Yes! Sa-suk! Get me out of here!”



“…….”



"Oh, what are you doing?"



After looking at it, Baek Cheon slowly bowed his head.



I'm ashamed.



Please, Chung-Myung.



Then Yoo-Esul sighed deeply and approached the door. And I grabbed Chung-Myung's head and pulled it straight.



Chung-Myung, who finally walked out of the door with a thud, climbed onto a tent-mounted cart with his arms and legs curled up.



"Oh, it's still cold."



“…….”



"What are you doing? You're not leaving?"



Baek Cheon looked weakly at Hong Yi-myeong and said in a burning voice.



"…I'm sorry."



"What an unusual man he is he? You must be having a hard time.”



"……Yes."



I don't talk when I have a hard time.



Anyway, they loaded Chung-Myung with various items that Hong Yi-myung had brought to the cart. And bravely stood in front of the cart.



"Then I'll be on my way."



"Just follow the lake. It's a long way, so don't relax too much. The cold in the North Sea is bound to bother the tired.”



"Yes, I'll listen carefully."



Then, a loud voice came from the inside of the cart.



"Oh, let's go!"



"Oh, my god, you son of a b*tc*!"



"I'll set the cart on fire!"



Hong Jin-bo murmured as he looked at his father at the sight of his disciples, who rushed to the back of the cart and quarreled.



"What strange people they are they? Are all the people in the middle like that?"



"……not really."



It was Hong Yi-myeong who made excuses for the honor of the people living hard in the distance.



"Thank you. I'll stop by on my way back...….”



It was really the moment to say goodbye.



"Baek Cheon Poetry."



Hye Yeon, who was standing in front of the cart silently, cut off her back and sang Baek Cheon. The face looked as urgent as ever, Baek Cheon asked, a little nervous.



"What's going on? Monk?



"Someone is approaching at a rapid pace from the front."



"Hm?"



Baek Cheon squinted and looked forward.



indeed



I could see blurry people through the snowstorm. Inyoung, who looked like a small dot, quickly grew in size and quickly approached them. It was a terrible speed.



"Who is it?"



"Based on the speed, it's definitely not Yang Min."



"……be prepared just in case!"



"Yes!"



When Baek Cheon's death fell, everyone responded quickly and cheered up. At the moment, silence came, and the harsh wind rang.



Tensions began to spread quickly.