Solso Baek looked back and forth between Hanyi Myung and Baek Cheon with embarrassed eyes.
Baek Cheon, who looked at the child's reaction, glanced back at Hanyi Myung. There was a calm rebuke in his eyes. It means that the situation has come this far, but you still haven't explained it properly.
Hanyi Myeong had a bitter smile.
It was because I felt like I had done something wrong when I was facing the eyes of this sweet young man.
He looked straight at Solso Baek, who looked confused, and spoke quietly.
"Confucian, you've known to some extent."
"……Yes, I'm not a fool either. But father...….”
Hanyi Myeong shook her head slowly at the mention of her father.
"I am not the father of Confucius."
Then Solso Baek flinched and shook his eyes.
Hanyi Myung once again spoke emphatically, forcing her grief aside.
"You are the lord of the palace of the former palace of the ice, and I must serve you with all my heart. Until now, I had to pretend to be the father of Confucius because things were not going well, but now I have to get back in place."
Solso Back still couldn't respond with his eyes wide open as if it was hard to accept the truth.
Yosa Hon, who was watching this, sighed and helped Hanyi Myeong.
"Confucian is the only enemy of the tongue to lead this North Sea. It may not be easy, but Confucius should lead the North Sea now."
Solso Baek looked at Yosa Hon with a stunned look.
It was well deserved. The sudden appearance of the Elder of the Binggo forces him to do something he has never thought of, and it couldn't have been easy for a young man to accept the situation as it is.
Yosa Hon said emphatically.
"I'm sure your father, who went to the scream, is hoping for it."
"There are things in the world that need to be done, things that need to be done. It is imperative that Confucius corrects the warped situation in the North Sea and saves the North Sea people."
Yosa Hon, who was speaking, soon knelt down.
"So please be firm in your heart. Only Confucius can save the North Sea and liberate the North Sea people. The fate of the North Sea lies solely in Confucius' hands."
Solso Baek bit his lips without realizing it.
He also knew well how difficult the North Sea people are now. How much did you see and feel along the North Sea along Hanyi Myeong?
Just thinking about it felt like my shoulders were being weighed down.
The words, "The son of the former palace lord, the fate of the North Sea," stayed in my ears and did not touch my heart.
Hanyi Myung is talking about something again.
Meanwhile, Baek Cheon, who thought the conversation was slow, sighed and turned to his side by side by side. And at that moment.
I flinched without realizing it and stepped back.
What's wrong with him?’
Chung-Myung's face, which was in a lot of pain, caught my eyes.
I don't think it's very dangerous, but I don't like it very much.
After understanding the situation, Baek Cheon quickly winked at Hawasan's disciples.
If Chung-Myung wants to do something, it means to quickly stop him.
Unfortunately, however, his signal was a little late.
Chung-Myung, who was watching the situation, trudged up and looked at Hanyi Myeong and Yosa Hon with pathetic eyes."What are you saying to a kid who's not even dry in the head?”
"We need to save the North Sea from something the size of a bean.You're the only one who can do that.”
Chung-Myung's eyes sparkled black.
"What does an adult do when he's done? Huh? An adult?"
Chung-Myung, who screamed, beckoned and sang Solso Baek.
"Come here. Come here!
However, Solso Baek was only looking around and hesitating, but he didn't dare to get close.
Chung-Myung looked at the reaction and tilted his head without knowing what to say.
"What's wrong with him?"
Baek Cheon smiled warmly at him.
'Would you go, you son of a b*tc*?’
Think about what you did to him last time, man!
Perhaps Chung-Myung in Solso Baek's eyes now looked much more brutal than a bandit boss.
Sadly for Solso Baek, however, Chung-Myung was not the one to give up just because he didn't come.
Chung-Myung strode up to him, pulled his shoulder and put it in front of him.
"What? Destiny in the North Sea?"
Yosa Hon's Hanyi Myeong's face is subtly shaken.
As expected, that young man had a strange knack for turning a man upside down with only a few words.
"You leave the fate of the North Sea to a man the size of a rat? What are you guys doing?"
"Look, seal, in the North Sea...….”
Hanyi Myeong tried to plead, but Chung-Myung couldn't have listened to it all.
"If the Lunar New Year's Day is that important, you can turn everything upside down and offer it to the North Sea. What kind of child do you have to bear your fate, or you have to do it?….Eh!"
"Don't talk nonsense. If we have to risk our fate on this small boy, the North Sea is already over."
Chung-Myung's last voice was rather chilly than ever. The cold tone of the voice slightly hardened Hanyi Myeong.
"That's a little too much to say…….”
Just as Hanyi Myeong was about to say something, Yosa Hon raised her hand to stop him.
"…The seal is right."
Chung-Myung stared at such Yosa Hon.
"Think we were just trying to pull ourselves together. I have no intention of hiding behind Prince Seol."
After hearing that, Chung-Myung nodded. Then he spun Solso Back and stretched his chubby cheeks with both hands.
"You don't have to do anything.”
"I just need to show you my face. We'll take care of what's left."
It was a very determined voice.
Hwasan's disciples whispered to him with strange eyes.
"That guy, that's weirdly nice.”
"I know. He's not like that."
"He's a little weird these days, Sasook."
"That's right. It's weird."
But Hanyi Myeong and Yosa Hon were just dumbfounded by their reaction.
Doesn't it look like you're bothering me?
Those Hwasan disciples couldn't quite understand what the mindset was like.
"Don't try to pass it on to the kid, but if there's anything you have to do, do it yourself."
Yosa Hon nodded at Chung-Myung's words.
"Of course, we will not hesitate to throw our lives in this battle."
"Don't be mistaken."
But surprisingly, Chung-Myung's cold voice came back. Yosa Hon looked at him with a flinch.Chung-Myung looked at him with a dark face and opened his mouth like a sigh.
"Throwing your life is not a responsibility. Remember, the important thing is to win, and to survive somehow. Doing things and then dying is just putting the blame on future generations."
He looked up quietly. And I looked up at the sky in the North Sea. It was a sky with nothing, but Chung-Myung seemed unable to take his eyes off it.
So silent for a moment, he tapped Solso Baek on the shoulder, not lowering his head.
"There's nothing to worry about.”
The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up slightly.
"One fool is enough."
* * *
One cannot fully understand the behavior of others.
Solchon Sang was not stupid enough to not know such obvious facts. In the end, being a human being only pretends to understand the other person in moderation, but it is impossible to look inside of others.
It's not that kind of a problem.
Nevertheless, there is the least 'reasonable' that one expects as a human being.
But now the sight before him was completely out of all he knew.
A wind gust of colder than ice.
In the middle of it, an old man with white hair was bowing with his forehead attached to the floor.
This is not a very strange sight.
It is common for humans to show respect and faith in someone. It is no wonder that the old man is showing his faith in the form of a huge Asura in front of him.
That's not what's really weird.
What Solchon Sang couldn't understand was how such a person could express such perfect obedience to others and to those who did not exist in reality.
What the hell is Heavenly Demon?
I've heard the name countless times. If you're a strong man, you can't help but know the name.
But no matter how powerful and great Heavenly Demon was, isn't it a name that eventually disappeared more than a hundred years ago?
How can a man show such perfect reverence to a man who died a hundred years ago? Even though he is as tired as I am.
So this scene was indescribably bizarre.
I got goosebumps when I watched it.
At that moment, the bishop, who was sticking his head on the floor, began to crawl back slowly in his posture.
At first glance it was a ridiculous sight.
But those who watched it dare not even smile lightly. It's not because I'm afraid of bishops. It was because the faithfulness of each movement made me sick of it.
The sound of the bishop's clothes and body being swept on the floor amid the bleak wind sounded creepy.
Soon after, the bishop, who had completely escaped from the community, slowly rose up. And without even thinking about wiping the blood from his forehead, he turned his head and looked at Solchon Sang.
Solchon Sang quickly bowed his head.
"…I'm old enough to see the bishop."
As soon as he felt the cool look in his eyes, a cold sweat began to flow through his whole body.
The bishop, who was staring at Solchon Sang with cold eyes, slowly opened his mouth.
"Prince of the Palace Lord.
"I asked you to bring ice."Solchon Sang secretly bit his lip with his head down.
'These f*cking bastards... '….’
Who would have imagined that the Hawans would defeat the warriors of the Bingo and run away with all the ice in the mine.
"Bishop, Lord. Something unexpected happened. They lifted the ban on prisoners. Don't tell me that the ban will be lifted.….”
"Prince of the Palace Lord.
Solchon Sang shrank again with a cold voice.
"I asked you to bring ice."
Solchon Sang's body trembled.
"That's the only reason I helped you, who is just a unbeliever, by moving the congregation. But if I can't even do it right, why should I keep you alive, a dirty unbeliever?"
No sooner had he finished than Solchon Sang knelt on the floor.
This was not Solchon Sang's will. The bishop's energy weighed on him.
It was a terrible energy, not dare to resist.
"Lord, Bishop! Give me one more chance! I will risk my life to recover the ice!"
"You still don't know. You're a bugger."
The bishop's face gradually distorted like a demon.
"We've been waiting a hundred years for this moment."
"If the resurrection is not successful due to the failure to save the ice, your life cannot pay for it. Our anger will not abate even if all eyes in the North Sea turn red with blood."
Solchon Sang's body began to tremble.
This is by no means a futile threat. Haven't you already experienced enough that these people are the ones who will survive?
"It's been two days."
The bishop shrieked coldly.
"If I can't recover the ice boat after two days, I'll move myself. If that's why I can't perform the Baal ritual, you'll have to pay for it even if the ice boat is recovered."
"Gae, that's never going to happen."
Solchon Sang swallowed dry saliva and nodded.
The bishop, who glanced at him with cold eyes, headed back together without answering. Then he slowly knelt down again.
"Heavenly Demon Adventure Manmaangbok."
He looked at Asura's image as if Solchon Sang did not exist here and memorized his words.
Solchon Sang, who was slylyly looking at his back, crouched close and carefully moved away from the bishop.
"Heavenly Demon Adventure Manmaangbok."
The words that had been repeated countless times flowed from the bishop's mouth.
The strong wind shook a huge cloth engraved with Asura.
Someone was revealed through the flapping fabric. The bishop stared at the figure with a longing gaze.
"Heavenly Demon Adventure Manmaangbok."
The seed of the horse was in full bloom right here.
Completely out of the cavity, Solchon Sang hurriedly stole his face with trembling hands.
Sweat fell to the ground after not being able to soak his hands.
I knew right away that they weren't supposed to be involved. And yet I knew it was my own choice.
But every time he faced that bishop, Solchon Sang could not help but suspect that he had a great illusion.
Perhaps he did not join hands with the devil, but went up on the altar of the devil?
'There is no turning back anyway.'Solchon Sang's eyes were bloodshot.
All that's left is to cooperate or die in their hands.
And he had no intention of choosing the latter.
As he left the cave, he gnashed his teeth at the elders waiting.
"…...with all the troops in the palace, we are looking for the men who took the ice."
"Find it! Find it at all costs! I'll tear them apart for sure!"
Solchon Sang's roar echoed like a blade over the North Sea's land.
The blizzard, which was blocking the view, had already stopped.