"You're in line to make a reservations?”
"Yes, you said here. But he...….”
"Wait a minute."
The man calmed down Marcheol with a loud voice and looked around as if he was looking for something. And suddenly he really roared like a tiger roaring.
"Thumbs up! Where's this mokoy!"
"Oh, my God, the formation! I'm on my way!"
As soon as the word was over, a man rushed from one side.
A man with a big scar on his face, a scary impression to see in his dream, ran and stood in front of a large length.
"Now, let's take a moment to...….”
Before the horse was finished, Jang Jung's fist hit the head of Moko. At one stroke, the neck of the earth rolled over my head.
I think the ground rang a little bit when I was just beaten.
"Wake up, you worthless bastard!"
"Yes! Yes, large!"
The man with the knife marks sprang up from his seat.
I felt a little shorter on my long face, but that doesn't matter.….
"I told you to show me around, and you're leaving now?”
"We've been to the real intersection for a while! I'm telling you, big!"
"One more disturbance and I'll peel off your skin and use it as a side dish today! Do you understand?"
"Yes! Yes! It will never happen!"
"These useless things!"
Jang-jeong looked at him as if threatening and turned to Machul.
The moment I met those beaked eyes, my mouth dried up and sweats sprang up all over my body. It was true that he made a fuss anyway, so it was definitely going to be a big deal.
However, Jang's behavior was out of line again this time.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"We should have guided you in advance, but that useless guy was gone...….I'll fix it right away."
Jang-jeong crumpled his large body and began to grovel. Marchel nodded dazedly.
"Go, thank you."
At that time, the man straightened his back.
"For whatever reason, you can't fight on Maehwa Island or make a fuss. I'm giving you a heads up because it seems like the first time, so please be careful in the future."
"What? Ah.... Yes! Yes! Of course! Yes!"
I can't make a fuss.
What are you trying to do to make a scene at that muscle? I saw him bang his head and stick a person on the floor.
"It's a place where there's a line of merchants. I'm taking reservations for merchant ships at Jeongak in the back, so you can go there."
"What? Hey, it's not here?”
No, that's not the point, is it?
"Well, everyone here is loading today...….”
Machul's eyes widened.
There are so many merchants here that their eyes go round. But that's not all!
'That's right. Come to think of it, it's natural.'
So isn't there a guest back there and a warehouse?
"Yes, you can go over there and make a reservation. Then we'll set a date for the merchant."
"Go, thank you."
Unlike his hellish appearance or size, the voice was so gentle.
So it was even scarier.
"Yes, of course."
The man turned around and shouted.
"Don't watch, load! You bobbergers! Don't even think about eating at night if the merchant ship gets late today! Do you understand?""Yes!"
"If you know, fly now!"
As Marcheol was watching the scene, he heard conversations around him.
"Mr. In is in a good mood today. I can't believe you're watching this.”
"I know. Don't you look very happy today?"
"Ha ha. I thought I saw a Buddha. You must be in a good mood."
That? You like her expression?
Are all these people having sprained eyes?
"Wow, is this how it's supposed to be?”
He asked with his eyes wide open whether it was the same for a merchant who was fighting with Ma Cheol.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, no, he's...….”
"Oh, Mr. In? That's the way it is."
"It looks like a thoracic band on the outside, but he's kinder to merchants. In fact, all people here are like that."
"…You said people don't know from the outside.”
"That's not it."
Merchants held charges.
"It's because some of the people who used to treat merchants in the early days of plum blossoms were beaten to dust by the runes on a really rainy day."
"Uh. I still remember. I saw him next to me, and I never knew he could be beaten that hard. What did he say? "This is how to beat a man who learned from a seal!"
"Hahaha, you're a real jokeer. I can't believe you learned how to beat a man. Hahahaha."
No, you guys. Is this something to laugh about?
"Sa, can you beat a man like that?”
"What can't be done? Those who were beaten are lucky, though."
The merchant grinned and chanted at the mountain behind him.
"Do you see that mountain over there?"
"…Yes, I have eyes, too.”
"Some of them were buried in the mountains, touching their merchants' belongings.”
Machul's eyes popped forward.
"What, are you burying me?"
"I told you. I heard it right then. The fugitive smiled brightly and said, "Burn these bastards alive after they've been dug up to the point where they're breathing."
"Then he apologized to the merchants for ten times the price of the goods.”
"You can just give me back the stuff, but you're such an adult."
"Ah, the fugitive is a noble man. No, I'm not!"
Are these guys really crazy?
You don't even know what they're talking about? You took a man and buried him, and he's a noble man? Gunja-ah?
"I guess the fugitive is a very scary person, too?"
"What did this man hear? It's Gunja City. You're a natural seo-saeng!"
Marchel no longer gave up to understand what they were saying.
And in fact, whether he's a noble man or a black man, he's got nothing to do with it.
However, the words that followed broke his thoughts neatly.
"If you're curious, you can look at it with your eyes."
"Didn't you say you were going to make a reservation now?"
"He, he is.”
"The fugitive has a reservation, so you can go and see it.”
"Oh, just in case. You'd better watch what you say. The fugitive is a noble man, but the supporters are not."
"Giggle. If you make a mistake, you'll lose your voice.
"It'll be cool. Oh, my. Hahahaha."
Marcheol closed his eyes tightly.
There seemed to be no one here who was a shop, a worker, a merchant, or sane.
* * *
"It's really big…….”
"I heard that Maehwa Island takes all the money from Janggang.”
At the majesty of the war angle in front of me, everyone's mouth opened wide.
I can't even see where the end of the wall is.
They also traveled from place to place in the middle of the country to capture many areas, but few remember seeing a pavilion this big."I think the upper center was smaller than this."
"He, isn't he?"
"…It's crowded here, too."
People coming and going to the front gate were crowded. If there is a difference, unlike the pier earlier, there is no one who brought their luggage here.
"You were right to leave the cart at the accommodation."
"I should have just done what I was told."
The members of the upper class, who struggled in vain, gave a resentful look. Marcheol distorted his face.
'Those who didn't even speak before...'….’
If there is a problem, he blames himself later. Merchants, by the way!
"Let's get in there.”
As I walked through the gate, a large building came out. When I went inside under the guidance of a person standing in front of me, a pretty strange sight unfolded.
In a large room ten times the size of a decent living house, desks were lined up, and those sitting in front of it were constantly filling out something.
"Where's the slip that used to be here?”
"The books! The loading and unloading books yesterday! Who took what I brought!"
"I told you today is collection day!"
"Oh, my God! The numbers don't match! Who's wrong?”
There was no battlefield.
'That's all the books?'
I don't even know how many things come and go and how many of them are mobilized to write books. Even the largest leaders in the midfield will not spend this many people on bookkeeping.
And this many people won't be working this hard.
"This way. Line up here."
As I passed through it and went further inside, I saw people waiting in line, and at the end there was a large desk.
A large folding screen with a ten-jangsaeng on it spread out behind the desk, and a man sitting between the desk and the folding screen greeted the guest with a soft smile.
"……I feel something great."
A white literary suit and a large coffin on the head. The flaw was that his eyes looked a little thin, but the soft smile on his mouth gave him a gentle feeling.
And a feather fan in his hand...….
"…I feel like I'm a mastermind."
"Well, I see. That's exactly how it feels.”
Including those working in the front, it really felt like that. I think this is exactly what the top of the Chuc Dynasty would have felt like in the past.….
"But didn't you say that the fugitive of Maehwa Island was from a bandit?”
"Then they're all bandits, too.
Marcheol looked around again, blinking his eyes.
'On second thought...'.’
Something was a little off.
Everyone is writing books in clean literary clothes, but if you look at their faces, they are more of a parakho, which will be visible in every back alley than a literary one.
Did everyone roll over some kind of knife field?’
The wrist showing through the large sleeves, the neck seen through the collar, and even the knife marks on the face made the viewers creepy.
What the hell is this place?’
Why are those people keeping the books? Why? We're not doing business in the back alley.
I looked around in embarrassment and quickly found their turn.
As I went forward as I was guided, a Zhuge Liang-like fugitive greeted them with a bright smile.
"Welcome. I heard you're from the multipoksang."
"Yes, yes. That's right. This is my first time here, so I'd like to book a merchant ship.….”"Welcome. I'm Im Sobyong, the fugitive of Maehwa Island."
"Oh…. Yes! I'm Ma Cheol, who is in charge of the multi-climbing parade."
"It's their first time here, so I invited them separately. Welcome to Maehwa Island. Wouldn't it be great if we could have a good relationship? I look forward to your kind cooperation."
"Oh, yes! We should ask you a favor! I look forward to your kind cooperation."
"Ha ha. Don't mention it."
Im Sobyong smiled as brightly as he could.
I couldn't find anything shady or dangerous in that spotless smile.
Is it a misunderstanding?
This man buried a man?
How could a calligrapher have done such a wicked thing?
There must be some misunderstanding.….’
It was then.
A man rushed into the hall and whispered something into Im Sobyong's ear. Im Sobyong, who was listening to it with a smile on his face, pulled up the corners of his mouth even more.
"If you're guilty, you have to pay. Give it a moderate pat until night, and when the sun goes down, toss it into the middle of the river and turn it into fish rice."
"He's good at crafting, so won't he get out?”
"Tsk tsk. Do I have to tell you everything?"
Im Sobyong's face became bleak at the moment.
"Cut the tendons of your arms and legs, tie your hands and feet with a steel cord. I broke my Danjeon just in case. And put a pendulum on your foot so it won't come back to your mind. Oh, by the way, sprinkle salt on the cut of the tendon. wait beautifully It's a great sin to go."
"Clean it up, clean it up."
"Anyway, they're bandits by birth, so if you don't pay a little attention, they'll do it. Let me know exactly what happens when you touch something. Tell them to keep an eye on you."
Im Sobyong, who waved his hands out of the man, kicked his tongue and smiled brightly again at Machul.
"Oh, excuse me. How far did we talk?”
I felt like I was in a place where I shouldn't have stepped in.