Leather-clad men ambushed in front of Solso Back in their chairs. Hot tears streamed down from their eyes.
"I'm so glad you're alive! I believed that Confucius must be alive."
Solso Baek nodded with a slightly nervous look.
"Thank you for coming."
"You're welcome! We've only been waiting for this day since that wicked Solchon Sang tried to kill the former palace lord!"
At that time, Yosa Hon, who was standing next to Solso Baek, looked at the people who were upset and told him firmly.
"I won't use the title Confucius anymore. From now on, call me Lord Small Palace."
"The Lord of the Little Palace?"
Yosa Hon nodded.
"Of course, the exact title should be the lord of the palace, but the lord of the small palace will not be the lord of the palace until he knocks down Solchon Sang and becomes the master of the imposing bingo." You declared, so until that day comes, call me Lord Small Palace."
"Yes, my lord, I understand! I will dedicate myself to the North Sea!"
Solso Baek stood up and held the hands of the fallen.
"Thank you very much. My late father will be thrilled."
"Oh, my lord."
It was a scene of passionate affection.
But the expressions of the Hwasan courtiers watching from outside the house through the window were not very pleasant.
"It's a scene that complicates my mind."
Hanyi Myeong and Yosa Hon gathered all the forces of the former palaceists hiding in the North Sea to hit the ice.
Some of them knew that Solso Baek was alive, and others lived without knowing it.
Of course, it is natural for those who did not know the truth to express their appreciation, but Solso Baek's position to watch people on the ground cry with expectations on him would not be so comfortable.
He didn't even know he was the son of the princess until a few days ago.
Nevertheless, he was doing his best to fulfill his role somehow.
Watching that, I felt sorry for him rather than proud.
"But it's gathering more than I thought."
"I'm telling you. There must have been more people following the former palace than I thought."
Dang-Soso shook his head as he listened to Yoon-Jong and Baek Cheon.
"I don't think so."
"I've talked a little bit, and I heard that there are some henchmen of the former palace, but there are many who did not follow either side and stayed away."
"Yes, they seem to be gathering after hearing the news."
"The people are the heavenly mind.”
When I saw Solchon Sang's rebellion, it meant that everyone who didn't want to fight back stood up with a knife this time.
"Is that how bad things are in the North Sea?"
"It's not always the case."
At that time, everyone's eyes turned to the voice heard from the side. Hanyi Myeong was approaching them.
"The reason they didn't fight against Solchon Sang in the past was because they weren't sure that Seol was alive. Without Prince Solso Baek, there's no one to be a princess even if you bring down Solchon Sang."
"So Solchon Sang tried to kill Confucius at all costs.”
Baek Cheon nodded and asked as if he had understood.
"So, how much longer do we have to wait?"
"We'll all be together today. Those who come late don't wait. I'll join you in the midst of your advance."At that point, Baek Cheon identified the number of people gathering again.
In addition, the total number of those who worked at the ice mine is about 400.
"How many warriors are there in the Ice Palace?"
"It'll be a thousand at the very least."
Baek Cheon's complexion is slightly hardened.
Considering the size of the bingo, it would be natural, but it was another story to hear and confirm it.
"It's not going to be a head-to-head match.”
Hanyi Myeong shook his head.
"I'm sure there are many of them who are against Solchon Sang's tyranny. In the meantime, if you know that Confucius Seol is alive, you will definitely turn this way. No matter what anyone says, Confucius is the enemy of the North Sea."
Baek Cheon nodded quietly.
It's not because I believe them right away, it's just because I understand what the people on the Hanyi Myeong side are thinking.
"Even considering those who will join us in the future, and those who turn there, I can't deny that it's absolutely inferior.’
Baek Cheon thought inwardly and took the initiative.
"Okay, thank you."
Then Hanyi Myeong smiled brightly.
"I never thought I'd be fighting with his students. What a strange thing fate is."
"I think so, too."
"Thank you. The North Sea will never forget Hwasan."
Hanyi Myeong took the gun and moved away again.
Baek Cheon, who looked at his backside, made a slight frown. Then he opened his mouth without turning his head.
"What do you think?"
"That's a dog's voice, well."
That's a little too straightforward.
Back Cheon turned to Chung-Myung and asked again.
"If, as I say, there are people who turn over there, wouldn't it be worth a try?"
Then Chung-Myung, who was squatting and poking Baek-ah in the stomach, shakes his hand.
"People aren't that simple."
"Each person's opinion is different. But when you're grouped together under the name of a group, you can't see the individual's opinions as they disappear and disappearing."
"You don't think everyone in the rebel army is fighting because they desperately want to rebel, do you? People don't really intend to do that, but when I see them ordering and fighting next to them, they get swept away."
Chung-Myung grinned and said.
"I understand that you expect warriors to leave, but will that really happen? I don't think so.
Baek Cheon frowned at Chung-Myung's slightly grumpy remark.
He usually only picks up nonsense and is strangely sharp at times like this. At times like this, he shook the listener with firm conviction in every word.
"So you don't stand a chance?"
"What kind of crap is that?”
Chung-Myung shouted with his eyes wide open.
"There is no defeat in my dictionary!"
Baek Cheon's face turned sour.
I'm sure you do.
Blazing, Chung-Myung pushed the white child back into his clothes and said,
"It's just the words of the people who can't figure out how to win or not. It's a way, isn't it?”
It was Yoo-Esul, not Chung-Myung, who answered Baek Cheon's question.
"Prince of the Palace Lord."……Huh?"
Baek Cheon tilted his head at her calm voice.
"What do you mean?"
"The North Sea people follow the palace. A princess can only be a tongue in a tongue."
Chung-Myung shrugged and laughed softly.
"Well, I don't understand at all, but I'm glad the North Sea people think so anyway. If you pick up the princess who knows if it's Solchon Sang or not, you can swallow the entire North Sea Ice Palace at that moment, regardless of whether the power is backed up or not.”
"Because Solso Baek is the only one left."
Baek Cheon punched his head with a stiff face.
If you think that the opponent is one Solchon Sang, not the North Sea Ice Palace, the possibility is definitely increased.
"But that's not the only problem."
Yoon-jong, who was still listening to the conversation, said in a low voice.
"The important thing is next. We have to deal with Mahkyo."
When the name "Magyo" came out, everyone's faces became cold.
"It's a demon that pushed the entire center into darkness. No matter how many Heavenly Demons we don't have, can we deal with Mahkyo with just the power of the Bingo?….”
Then Chung-Myung opened his mouth wide with an absurd face.
"…the death penalty."
"Are you crazy?"
Yoon-Jong flinched and turned to Chung-Myung. Chung-Myung asked with an absurd face like never before.
"Did your liver get swollen and get out of your stomach? How'd you get rid of the horse-riding with the other than that?"
"Oh, no. You said so.….”
When Yoon-Jong mumbled with a slightly intimidated face, Chung-Myung raised his eyes wide.
"…...no answer, really."
And he said with a wonderful face.
"They're really North Sea in Magyo-myeon, and I'm running to Jungwon without looking back. How can you bring in a North Sea Ice Palace and fight a demon? I'd rather be knocked down with a knife."
"…...so they're not magicians?"
"Ma-kyo is a ma-kyo. I told you before. Mahyo consists of several dioceses. They're just one of them. It's not even a place with enough power to move around."
Yoon-Jong tried to sigh with a slight relief, but Dang-Soso, who had been listening, opened his mouth wide.
"Well, so you're saying that it's not a proper masquerade, it's just one branch playing with the North Sea?”
"…Oh, my God.
She covered her mouth with her hands in astonishment.
It is fortunate that those who are here are not the main forces of Mahkyo, but it was astonishing that one of more than a dozen parishions completely took control of the land called the North Sea.
Baek Cheon, who had been agonizing for a while, stared at Chung-Myung with a slight frown.
"But how do you know that?”
"What else are you talking about? If there was a headquarters here, all the bingos would have died.”
Chung-Myung tried to say something more and shook his hand.
"No, this doesn't mean much. Anyway, they're just the remnants of the church.”
"……then it would be easier."
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth slightly.
"It's the fate of the midfield, the resurrection of Heavenly Demon, and it's all good. I like everything...That's not what this fight is about. So just put one thing in your head."
"What is it?"
Chung-Myung's face, which stopped talking for a while, was slightly distorted.
"It's all over when it's gone. Whether Heavenly Demon is resurrected or the North Sea is smashed, there's a future for me to live. So if it's dangerous, don't look back and run. Don't ever put your life on the line here. Do you understand what I'm saying?"Hawasan looked at him with a firm face.
I've never seen Chung-Myung say this before. This meant that, in Chung-Myung's opinion, it would be a harsh battle that they had never experienced before.
Then Baek Cheon said, staring straight at Chung-Myung with unshakable eyes.
"If I'm in a crisis, I'll run away without looking back. Even if you ask for help, I'll ignore it and run away."
Only then did Chung-Myung grin.
"Yes, that's my private lodging."
Hye Yeon shook her head as she looked at Hwasan's disciples, smiling at each other.
Anyway, they are hard to understand.
Then Chung-Myung shone his eyes.
"Anyway, there's one first thing you need to do."
The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth twisted and white teeth were revealed.
"Kill Solchon Sang and usurp the Bingo! That's where we start."
* * *
Hanyi Myeong and Yosa Hon looked at the crowd and breathed heavily.
'This day has come.'
All of the people gathered were exuding a colorful eyegloss.
I've been holding my breath for this moment only. And finally we have the opportunity to open a new world.
"Say a word."
"The elder has to step up here."
"If Seollal becomes a symbol, the elder woman should be the center of gravity. Please lead us."
At the words of Hanyi Myeong, Yosa Hon nodded and stepped forward. Normally, I would have shown humility, but now I didn't even want to waste for that.
"I'm not a Yosa Hon. Do you all remember me?”
"Elders! Of course I remember!"
Those who lined up greeted Yosa Hon with a loud voice. Feeling the spirited spirit of the voice, Yosa Hon shook her head loudly.
"The stories are all different, but I'm sure everyone here will have the same meaning."
His voice spread magnificently. In the past, he was full of dignity as the two-factor of the bingo.
"Solchon Sang Since that wicked man ascended to the palace of the North Sea Ice Palace, the North Sea has fallen into a ditch, and the North Sea people are living in despair every day. But even the author has brought those who should never have been brought into this land!"
Yosa Hon made eye contact with each and every one of them gathered and shouted sternly.
"I will bring down Solchon Sang before it's too late and bring true North Sea enemies to the throne of the palace lord! So I'll fix everything that's twisted! Will you join me in my will?"
The question raised a loud shout full of spirit to the end of the sky.
Yosa Hon clenched her fist, suppressing her trembling chest.
"Let's go! It's time to regain the spirit of the North Sea! The North Sea belongs entirely to the North Sea. I will make those who trampled on this earth with their muddy feet and sold them the North Sea pay for it!"
There is a loud roar.
"I'm going to the Ice Palace!"
Starting with the sound, those who lined up began to run in one direction.
"Here we go."
While watching the scene, Baek Cheon turned his head and looked at everyone.
Yoo-Esul, Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, Chung-Myung, Dang-Soso. 그리고 Hye Yeon까지.
Baek Cheon's eyes glowed slowly.
"To those who block us, show us clearly what Hwasan's sword is."
"Yes, death penalty!"
Baek Cheon turned around, listening to the answer full of will. The hem of the application swung in the wind.So it was a moment when he tried to take a disciplined and stylish step.
"…Shizu. I'm Shaolin."
"Oh, shut up! You senseless jerk!"
Baek Cheon grinned as he heard Chung-Myung berate Hye Yeon.
Fashion is frozen to death...….