Solchon Sang, the North Sea Ice Palace, walked along a corridor of snowstorms, accompanied by his minions.
He didn't blink an eye even though the cold wind scratched his body. The man in the North Sea was never shaken by the cold.
"Lord of the Palace."
Solchon Sang stopped at the sound of an old, soft voice heard from behind his back.
"With all due respect, I don't understand at all. Why are you welcoming them?”
It was a careful question, but Solchon Sang's forehead painted my cloth.
"There is no reason."
The voice answering was so cold.
"That's what they meant to be here. Isn't he a doctor to make sure that the furnace is working?"
"So even more…….”
Solchon Sang looked back at the elder with a frown.
"Who do you think sent them?"
"Of course it's Shaolin."
When the name Shaolin came out of Solchon Sang's mouth, the elders' faces hardened.
"It's not that Shaolin has left the fool alone because she has no power. What they need is justification.”
The present Shaolin did not have as much control as it did in the past.
If the midfield had risen like wildfire at their instruction, the bingo would not dare to push Shaolin's surveillance out of the North Sea.
But it's different now.
As Shaolin's direction weakened, there are no gatekeepers that will come to this far North Sea. Therefore, Shaolin has to deal with the North Sea alone. It will never be easy for that Shaolin either.
And even if he wins, if he comes all the way to the North Sea alone and suffers severe damage, Shaolin will completely lose its influence on the midfield.
"If we touch them, we give them a cause."
"For a cause…….”
"Hwasan the Divine Dragon. And Shaolin's Hye Yeon."
For an instant Solchon Sang's eyes shone sharply.
"If two political latecomers were killed in the North Sea at the same time, it would be hard for them not to get involved in the affairs of the North Sea, no matter how heavy their buttocks were."
"…You mean Shaolin even thought about it and sent them away? Plus, I heard that Shaolin's room master is a cherished entry....and the public is a talent that can't come out once in a century."
"Yes, a hundred years. It's a long time, and it's important."
Solchon Sang murmured to himself in a subdued voice. Then he looked back at the elder and said straight away.
"But for the Millennium Sorim, one description is just a description. More importantly, Shaolin's clothes.”
The elders trembled.
If that's true, doesn't Shaolin's room mean that he sent his most beloved student to a place where he could become a limb?
'It's truly unsympathetic and terrifying.’
It's said that mindfulness is a must for those who run the world, but I didn't expect it to be this bad...….
"If we harm them, Shaolin will have a good cause and come to pressure the ice-piercing."
"One, my lord. Is the pressure in the midfield a problem?"
At that, Solchon Sang turned his head and stared at the elder. The speaker, with his fierce eyes, quickly flinched and bowed his head.
Solchon Sang, who did not hide his pathetic look with an irritated face, sighed.
"I'm not afraid of the midfield. It's not even that I'm afraid of Shaolin. The problem is that we have nothing to gain from fighting them now. If we can't advance to the midfield right away, we have to win to only increase the damage."
"It's best to win without fighting. If you treat them well, Shaolin will lose her justification for breaking into the ice.""Oops."
The elders of the bingo followed behind nodded in admiration.
"It's the Lord of the Palace!"
"Can they guess the heart and soul of the lord of the palace?"
"A thousand-year-old movie in the Ice Palace is not far away."
In a flurry of praise, Solchon Sang smiled satisfactorily. But his inner thoughts were completely different from his facial expression.
'Like a fool.’
I can't take this simple thing into consideration and ask a lot of questions.
In order to quickly take control of the ice palace, he filled the surroundings with people who would devote their unconditional loyalty rather than ability.
So I thought the elders would all be flattering, but it didn't help.
Solchon Sang, who became troubled, held back his irritation and opened his mouth.
"What are they doing?"
"I've given them drinks and food, and they're eating and drinking as much as they want."
"Yes, I wasn't particularly wary."
"…...was that stupid?”
A smile was lifted from Solchon Sang's face, muttering briefly. And cold cynicism and contempt were young.
"They were introduced by Maeng So, the Beast Palace Lord, so I was a little nervous, but that's why I've been living in a warm and abundant place."
Those who live on barren land do not always relax. But they didn't seem to be capable.
At that time, one of the elders who was guarding the back looked strange and hesitated. Solchon Sang didn't miss the look change.
"Did you have something to say?"
"Lord of the Palace..."
The person who was pointed out swallowed dry saliva with a somewhat equivocal face.
"That…… something's different."
Solchon Sang's eyebrows wriggle.
"What does it mean?"
"It's not that there's no tension.…that's……."
Solchon Sang, slightly irritated by the stuttering tone, frowned.
"Speak properly. What do you mean!"
"……I think you should see it for yourself."
Eventually, Solchon Sang, who didn't get a proper explanation, glared briefly at the person who brought it up. However, he soon took another step without much criticism.
'You'll know when you'll see.’
It just so happened that the car was headed there.
And a little later.
Solchon Sang's eyes, entering the banquet hall, grew as if they had seen an unbelievable sight.
"What is it?"
This is the North Sea Ice Palace.
North Sea. Yes, North Sea. A lot of land from the middle ground.
Any outsider who entered the land dominated by the Binggung was bound to be intimidated.
It had nothing to do with how bold. People can't help but cringe in front of unfamiliar nature and culture.
Therefore, all outsiders who have visited the North Sea Ice Palace have shown similar reactions.
'What are they?'
The scene in front of him was a strange situation that he had never seen before.
Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!
The person sitting in the middle was holding the whole large bottle and blowing a trumpet.
Looking at the Adam's apple, which was shaking vigorously, Solchon Sang's throat was refreshing.
The man who slammed down the bottle wiped his mouth and gave a cheerful exclamation that would never be again.
"This drink is killing me?!”
Sitting in the middle giggling, he was, of course, Chung-Myung.
The eyes that looked at the bottle were full of satisfaction.
He smacked his mouth as if he liked the strong liquor, which was not found in the midfield, and soon grabbed the meat in front of him and began to tear it apart.
"Meat! Meat!"Chop chop chop chop.
Chung-Myung, who quickly pulverized the meat, reached for another piece of meat.
All of it!
But someone quickly snatched the meat he was after.
Chung-Myung glared at Jo-Gol, who had caught fish, with his eyes fluttering.
"You touch my meat? Without a top or bottom?"
"Chung-Myung아. You're down there."
Jo-Gol, who was slightly wary of Chung-Myung, soon shed tears of emotion as he devoured the meat.
"Moist meat…"It's not dried jerky. It's real meat. It melts in your mouth, it melts!"
"Be quiet and eat. Quietly!"
While blaming Jo-Gol, Yoon-Jong was also frantically teasing the spoon.
Even Baek Cheon, who was the first to point out the fact when his disciples lost his mind, was frantically pouring food without opening his mouth, and Yoo-Esul and Dang-Soso, sitting on one side, swept food violently with their eyes fixed on the table.
"Oh, my God, it's so good…"…!”
Jo-Gol was ecstatic as if he had fallen in love with meat.
"I can't believe we're eating the right food here!"
"…I brought some grains, but I couldn't even cook rice."
"That demon was so urging you to go fast that you only chewed raw rice!"
While coming to the North Sea, I was busy moving around, so I couldn't eat properly, and when I arrived at the village, I couldn't cook rice in earnest to treat people.
However, people who are well-known can't add spoons to the porridge they offered to give to needy patients.
As a result, Hwasan's students were eating a proper meal in a month or so.
How hard must it have been for those who ate meat three times a day in Hwasan to chew dry jerky on raw rice? But finally, the right food came out in front of me, so there was nothing to see.
Just one person.
Little by little.
Only one person was not eating properly. The spoon moved around on the plate and fell weakly on the table.
Hwasan's students, who later had the time to look around, saw Hye Yeon with their eyes filled with regret.
Whether he was determined to serve the guests properly, he could only see meat on the table from the bingo.
Roasted meat, boiled meat, fried meat, roasted meat...….
Of course, it was a feast for Hwasan's disciples, but for Hye Yeon, who was in the process, it was just pie in the sky.
Hye Yeon, who looked at the table with sad eyes that would never be seen again, picked up the roasted vegetables for the sake of the old color and chewed on them.
"…...can I ask you to do something else?”
Hye Yeon shook her head weakly as she looked at Yoon-Jong with moist eyes.
"I'm... I'm fine."
"You're all right! Let's eat!"
The battle-like meal continued again. Hye Yeon stared blankly at Hwasan's disciples.
I'll ask you one more time. Just one more time...….’
Do you cut it coldly at once? So heartless?
Hye Yeon wasn't the only one who was stunned.
Solchon Sang, the North Sea Ice Palace, literally looked out at his disciples in disarray.
Wasn't the Hwasan faction the Munpa.’
No matter how much information about the midfield is said to be in the North Sea, the very basic information could not have gone wrong.
"What kind of a gentleman in the world is drinking like a drunk, and ripping off a meat like he's hanging from one side by side.’Who's that heavy guy who keeps his eyes on that bottle?
It was only then that I could understand why the elder had to see it with his own eyes. This was never a scene that could be explained in words.
"Wow! I think I'm going to buy it now.”
In the end, Chung-Myung, who scooped up enough meat to burn out, tapped his belly and grabbed the bottle.
"…Are you drinking again after eating that much?"
"Dongryong, Dongryong. There is a separate stomach for rice and alcohol. You don't even know the simple reason. Tsk tsk tsk."
Chung-Myung grinned and lowered his head pleasedly.
Later, he found Solchon Sang standing by the door. Chung-Myung rose from his seat, glaringly.
"Princess is here!"
"Wow! Thank you. I didn't expect you to be so hospitable!"
"…he, is that so?"
Solchon Sang's forehead was covered with sweat.
I didn't even know how long it had been since I sweated in the North Sea.
Is he... is he not good enough?
Relations between the Middle East and the North Sea are still bad. Although they have been introduced by Maeng So, this is a hostile place for them after all.
But isn't he acting like he's in his own home?
"Would you like a drink?”
"This is a good drink. It's absolutely unbelievable."
Lost for words at the impudence, Solchon Sang replied awkwardly with a smile.
"I'm glad you like it.”
Then I took a deep breath and collected myself. It was only when I approached the other side of Hawsan's disciples and sat down without a chair that calmed my mind a little.
"Yeah, I think we've had enough, so let's talk.”
He threw a question with a grin on his face.
"What brings you to the North Sea?"
To that question, Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.