Solchon Sang gazed down through a window at the highest point of the bingo.
Surrounded by a solid outer wall, the bingo was simply a fortress of heaven. No external enemy would have easily taken this place.
But what Solchon Sang was paying more attention to was not its robustness but its thorough closeness.
Outside that outer wall, the North Sea people in the outer wall live in praise of the Binggung.
The benefits earned by working prisoners are generously conferred on them. Those who are so indebted become his supporters and strengthen his power.
A perfect kingdom.
The perfect kingdom he hoped for was under way.
Solchon Sang's new voice leaked out.
Soon the corners of my mouth twisted up.
"You never imagined anything like this."
There is a separate person born to be a true king.
My brother didn't know that.
Solchon Sang was planning to build a millennium kingdom here, centered on the bing-gung.
To do that...….
At that time, Solchon Sang, who was still looking down, suddenly looked back.
And he distorted his face in an instant.
"……There is a degree of arrogance."
In the dark and dark shadows hanging over the room, a pitch-black figure slowly emerged.
Like something is born in the dark.
Solchon Sang chewed out.
"This is a bingo. Do you want to die if you dare to invade the palace of the Bingo?"
Appearing in the dark, he looked quietly at Solchon Sang and said,
"Let's say there's no point in threatening. A Christian is not afraid of death.”
Solchon Sang's eyebrows wriggled with anger.
The reason why that remark is terribly intrusive was because I knew it wasn't just bluffing. Those who surround their souls with fanatics can greet death with a smile. And those were the most serious fanatics he ever knew.
"You're late for reporting, Bingo."
"There are foreigners here. I don't think you don't know.”
"That's no excuse."
Dark red blood came out of the eyes of a man called the congregation's collector.
"The bishop was angry that the supply and demand of ice sheets was not smooth."
Solchon Sang flinched a little when he said bishop.
The thought of the bishop leading them gave me goosebumps all over the body.
Of course, it's the same for other marchers to feel uncomfortable. But the bishop was far different from the others.
"As I said……."
Solchon Sang sighs.
"Ice crystals are not something you can dig up just by making up your mind. I can't control my output."
He shot angrily, but the Butcher took the look with a grain of salt.
"Don't be mistaken, Lord Bingo, it's just your situation. The only thing that matters is the fact that the bishop wants ice."
'...for God's sake.'
Solchon Sang chewed on Chimmy's lips, holding back his anger.
Attracting Mahkyo was not an area of choice. If he hadn't chosen that path, he would still be wandering through the Hanjik under the control of the former palace lord.
How am I supposed to live a life where I can't even aim for the top?
If you get something, you lose something. I knew there would be something to lose by attracting Mah-kyo, but he, who had only looked up, had more to gain than to lose.
But now, the price he has to bear is too painful."Don't forget, Bingo."
The housemaster's eyes glistened with madness in the dark.
"We've listened to everything you want. The only reason I supported you, who was just a distrustful person, was because I had something to get from you."
The Butler licked his lips slowly.
The red tongue was as conventional as the snake's.
"If we can't do our part, we have no choice but to think differently."
"……It won't happen."
"I hope so.”
The master of the house, who was still looking at the Lord of the Bingguong, stepped back slowly toward the shadow.
"Don't forget, the bishop is angry. If you receive his wrath, you will be in a position where even death feels sweet."
"If you don't want to suffer a setback that you can't live through, try to struggle more."
The man who hid himself in the dark disappeared like a lie.
Solchon Sang, who looked at it silently, clenched his teeth and raised his fist.
The marble table broke into pieces and bounced everywhere.
I was out of breath.
a horse's bow
Those who once tried to destroy even this North Sea Ice Palace.
I accepted them as if I were drinking poison. Even if I was addicted, I had something to accomplish.
But the poison he drank was worse than he thought, and now he was slowly, steadily breaking down his body.
"…Don't think I'll ever move your way."
Solchon Sang's eyes shone bleakly.
* * *
Bang Pyo, the elder in charge of the Bingjeong mine, looked at those who stood in front of him, unable to hide their absurdity.
With a despondent smile, he reaffirmed what he had just heard.
"How much ice can I dig to get these people to rest?"”
Bang Pyo, who was looking at the monk in the middle of the country, looked at Songwon.
Song Won dodged his gaze as if he had nothing more to say.
'What a child to be left alone.’
It's not that difficult to explain how hard ice crystals are to dig. There is nothing to say. If you just show me where the people who died digging for the ice, they'll turn blue quickly.
However, Bang-pyo did not want to persuade them.
"The Lord of the Palace told us to keep them here as long as we can.’
Even so, I was thinking about what to do, but I happened to have an interesting excuse.
"It'll be okay if you open it."
Bang-pyo burst out laughing at Chung-Myung's words.
"Hey, young painting in the middle ground."
"Do you know how many glaciers have been dug up here this year?"
"Of course I don't know."
Bang-pyo's eyebrows wriggled at the sheer confident answer.
"The number of ice sheets dug up from spring to winter is barely twenty. Less than one in 15 days means ice crystals."
Bang-pyo grinned and continued.
"If you dig up the ice, I'll let them rest as long as you want. Not only rest, but also good food and alcohol."
His eyes glowed as he was speaking.
A loud voice rang the canyon.
"People should take responsibility for what they say. If you want to make a bet with me, I'll have to make sure you keep working here until you dig up more than five ice sheets.""Hmm……."
"How is it? Do you have the courage to do that?"
Some people would step down at this point.
But the man in front of him now wasn't quite the man.
"That's not a big deal."
In response, Bang-pyo stared blankly at him.
Is that a bad idea?’
You've explained it so kindly, but you don't understand what you're saying at all?
"Are you going to……?"
"Oh, that's a lot of nagging.”
Looking at Bangpyo's face turning red and blue, Yoon-Jong whispered to Baek Cheon from behind.
"Shouldn't you stop him?"
"Who? That elder?"
"What an interesting thing to say. Yoon-Jong's jokes have improved a lot.”
"I didn't expect Yun-Jong to play this joke."
It's not Chung-Myung if you can stop it. Something else in Chung-Myung's mask.
Baek Cheon shook his head as he saw Chung-Myung's backside.
"You've got an idea."
"…Do you really think so?”
"That's what you should believe. I feel at least comfortable.”
Yoon-jong thought. These days, Baek Cheon said that there are no countermeasures.
"So I just have to get ten, right?”
"Don't forget. The palace owner promised. We can buy all the ice caps we can buy for half the price."
"If the Lord of the Palace says so, of course we must protect it."
Bang-pyo nodded gently.
But the workers listening to the conversation in the distance were looking this way with wistful eyes.
"…What the hell are you going to do?"
"Well, young people...….”
Prisoners who knew how hard it was to live here had to be sorry for those who walked into hell on their own.
If they dig up the ice, they're given a break, but where is that easier said than done? If that were the case, no one would be going through this hardship.
"……even the others in the North Sea count us as people without us, and why are those heavyweights……….”
It was beyond their comprehension.
"Don't forget your promise."
"Don't forget your promise.”
Chung-Myung, who requested it to the end, smiled and turned away. And came up to the trudging party.
"What are you going to do?"
Chung-Myung shrugged at Baek Cheon's question.
"What do you mean, what do you mean? We can dig."
Back Cheon was about to say something about the reckless remark, but someone barged in.
"Shouldn't you just get fired?"
Everyone's eyes were on Yoon-jong, who brought it up.
"If you can't get a single ten days' worth of water, why don't you dig out a hundred matches? It's kind of funny to say this, but it's also Hwasan's specialty to dig in and out and bump into."
Everyone was speechless and clasped their heads.
It's starting again, isn't it?
His eyes seemed to be turning differently when he heard he was helping prisoners.
Baek Cheon sighed heavily.
'But I understand.’
First of all... he didn't look evil.
As much as it was possible to guess why they were treated as sinners here, I couldn't help but sympathize with Yoon-Jong's mind.
Besides, they were looking pitifully at this side while they were working.
Baek Cheon finally nodded emphatically.
"Yeah, well, we'll do it."
Hye Yeon also shone her serious eyes as she became class president.
"Amitabha, since you've come to this, I'm going to try my best.""I'll help you!"
As Dang-Soso clenched his fist with a determined face, Jo-Gol added in a seductive way.
"What, it's harder than pulling a cart into the North Sea? If you want to peel it, you can peel it."
When Hwasan's disciples were inspiring each other, Chung-Myung frowned.
"No, why are you so ignorant?"
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue when everyone saw him with a curious face.
"If anything happens, I'll use my brain to figure out a way of thinking. I don't think it's going to work out if you just hit it. Tsk tsk tsk."
Then everyone opened their eyes and screamed.
"Is that what you're gonna say? You did?
"I don't want to hear that from you, you son of a b*tc*!"
"Who are we to do this for?"
There was a flurry of resentment, but Chung-Myung neatly ignored it.
"…what are you thinking?"
Yoo-Esul, who kept calm, asked. Chung-Myung shrugged.
"I just need to find out where it is and dig there."
"There are too many notes. It's hard to find.”
Chung-Myung grinned and said confidently.
"I mean, I'm not normal."
Yoo-Esul, whose blood vessels rose on his forehead for a moment, calmed down and asked.
"Are you going to find it?"
Chung-Myung, who was nodding slightly, pointed down with his chin.
"If I find it, I'll sell it. No problem, right?”
Baek Cheon replied with a grin.
"We can lay mountains now."
That's very reliable.
Chung-Myung, nodding, walked forward. Then he kneeled down and closed his eyes with his hands on the floor.
You can't search where the ice caps are because they're full of yin?
'That's what you think.'
A bloody history.
There's no place to use it, but it's useful in times like this.
His history is the purification of the clearest energy in the world. Even if you cry, you can absorb less than a spoon of energy from a wide lake.
"The purification of ice-cold sounds has been brought together to an extreme extent."
People who resemble each other are attracted to each other.
He might be able to find out if anyone else knows.
No! I can find it.
The energy from Chung-Myung's fingertips permeated the floor.
And slowly, very slowly, began to spread throughout the valley.