Absolute Regression

Episode 233 It would be strange if it were easy.

An electric sound reached Bisain, who was eating in his guest room.

-Eat well. It seems like you always eat that dish.

Bisain responded to the sound of the sword dance with a dumbfounded expression.

-Are you now trying to interfere with my tastes?

-I’m trying to take care of your health. I’m a bit of a loner by nature.

-I’m so glad you’re not Safa.

-Don’t worry. Everyone says it’s like a political faction, but they don’t say it’s like a political faction.

After sharing such a light joke, Geommugeuk revealed the reason why he came to visit him today.

―Two days later is Oroe Shingeom’s birthday. I plan to get it all done that day.

For a moment, the chopsticks stopped, and passion flashed across Bisain’s face. There are finally two days left to change your fate.

―Can you tell me everything like this?

-At least you are on the same side in this matter.

―Couldn’t I change my mind and tell Yayulhan everything? Or say something to someone by mistake.

-I believe in myself. I wouldn’t have joined hands with such a fool in the first place.

The corner of Bisain’s mouth twitched slightly. To someone else, it might seem like he was frowning because the food didn’t taste good, but he was smiling.

Bisain said to Geommugeuk.

-I’ll see you at the cliff later tonight.

-That’s right.

It looked like he had something to say.

* * *

That night, I came to the cliff ahead of time and waited.

Now, after tonight, it will be the eve of the decisive battle. This time, I was also nervous and nervous.

“I don’t know why I want to push you away when I look at your back.”

I turned around with a smile when I heard Visaine’s words from behind me.

“It’s because I usually have a lot of anger built up.”

“Is there a way to live as the successor to the Apostolic Alliance without accumulating anger?”

“In times like that, if you drink too much and go swimming in the lake, it will help you feel better. “Does anyone want a drink?”

“I don’t really like alcohol.”

“It’s okay to read a book with Thomas.”

“I don’t like books any more. But does Thomas read books?”

“Or I dance with Geomjon.”

“I wonder if there are at least one person who would try to kill me using Bimou?”

“How about traveling with Soma?”

“I don’t have anyone to travel with.”

“How about late-night martial arts training with Gwonma?”

“Hearing what you say makes me even more angry! “Are you bragging about being friends with the Mazons?”

“You believe me? “I thought you would think I made it all up.”

Then Bisain answered.

“If it were you… I think we would all be close.”

To my surprise, he believed everything I said.

“There is a way to relieve your anger.”

I smiled and said to him who was curious.

“Let’s play with me!”

“!”

“After this incident, if you feel so angry that you can’t hold it in, come see me. “Come play with me.”

Bisain’s eyes trembled slightly. In the past, people would have asked if he was crazy, but he didn’t say anything.

Maybe Bisain wants to say, ‘Let’s do it!’ I always felt lonely from him.

“I don’t like it.”

Bisain, who refused at once, took out several sheets of paper from his arms.

“This is why I asked to see you.”

What he handed over was a secret document related to Oroe Shingeom.

Not only his martial arts skills, but also where he was born, what kind of upbringing he went through, and with whom, where, and over what reasons he fought were all written down.

“I don’t know if this will help, but read it just in case.”

“Thank you. “It will be of great help.”

Bisain stared at me.

He looked like he was contemplating whether to speak or not, and eventually he spoke to me.

“I will tell you in advance that we may not have time to talk like this once this is over. These days… I’ve been thinking about my apostle.”

It seems that my question about who your apostle is was deeply embedded in his mind. Maybe the reason I asked to meet you today was because I wanted to say that.

Before he could hear my answer, he turned and strode away.

“I look forward to hearing about your apostle.”

Bisain answered as he disappeared into the darkness.

“Don’t die before then.”

* * *

The day before Oroe Shingeom’s birthday, Geommugeuk scouted his residence.

Nothing has yet been revealed about how many people are in the manor or who lives there. If we are to conduct tomorrow’s operation safely, we must prepare thoroughly. Even if you prepare like that, variables constantly arise.

The manor was small and cozy.

It is an exquisite location that can be reached in an instant by walking straight from the headquarters of the Sado Association, but if you want to get there on foot or by carriage, you have to go around the forest for a long time to get there.

Also, it is located deep in the forest, so unless someone tells you that there is a road and a house here, it is hidden in a place that would surprise people who pass by every day and ask, ‘Was there a house there?’

The sword dance stood up on a large tree overlooking the manor.

I flew up that high and landed on a tree branch, but there wasn’t even the slightest sound of wind. The thin tree branches only shook slightly but did not break.

There, the sword dance performance began.

A few strands of energy crossed over the wall and entered. The skills I learned from my father on my first hunting trip shined through in moments like these. This is because such a thin and long flag could be sent like a scout from a long distance where the opponent could not detect its presence.

One person was captured in the manor’s yard.

Geommugeuk used his divine eye technique to check him. He looked like a person doing odd jobs at the manor, assisting Oroe Shingeom.

Another energy was captured in the kitchen. Judging by the felt energy and movement, this person also had not learned martial arts and was old. She probably looked like an old woman preparing food.

The spirit of the sword dance moved throughout the manor. Seeing that there are no other people, it seems that the two of them are enshrining the Oro God Sword.

The spirit of sword dance entered the building. When I passed through the hallway and entered the innermost room, I sensed a strong energy.

‘It’s the Five God Sword!’

The sword dance performance was not unreasonable. For now, all I had to do was confirm his existence. I quietly recovered the released energy.

The moment when all energy was recovered.

The Heavenly Demon’s Defense was activated and a crisis was sensed.

Next moment!

widely.

The next moment, a man was standing on the branch where the sword dance was standing. He suddenly appeared, darted through the air, and landed on this thin tree branch. It was truly a light engineering technique that had reached its peak. The sword dance that was there was already under the tree.

The man who was looking around looked down the tree. The sword dance was on the other side of the giant tree, so he couldn’t see it.

The man quickly turned around and looked under the tree behind him.

Again, Geommugeuk stood on the other side. Even though they both moved quickly, no sound was made. They were all demonstrating exquisite credulity.

The man tilted his head slightly, jumped forward, and landed in a manor far away.

And then I entered the building where the Oroe Shingeom was located.

Geommugeuk’s eyes deepened as he watched the scene.

This man, who I don’t know when or where he appeared, felt the energy when he recovered the energy and flew to this place, which was the source of the energy. Excellent sense as well as high-level light engineering techniques.

‘It’s not average skill.’

Unfortunately, I couldn’t see his face properly. That’s how fast the opponent’s movements were.

The sword dance also quietly disappeared from there.

* * *

At that time, Yayulhan was eating alone at a large table in the spacious main hall.

Chahwan entered there carrying a box.

“A gift to give to Ohreo Shingeom has arrived.”

Yayulhan gestured with his hand to bring it closer. Chahwan approached him holding a box. Every action was careful.

He opened the box a little away from Yayulhan.

When I opened the box, a fragrant smell wafted out.

“This is perennial snow ginseng.”

It was a perennial snow ginseng that was said to be difficult to obtain even if you paid a thousand dollars.

Chahwan finally couldn’t hold back and said what was on his mind.

“It’s too wasteful to give this as a gift.”

Every year on his birthday, he gave Oroe Shingeom a valuable gift. However, this was the first time I received a gift as precious as this.

Despite his complaints, Yayulhan was not angry at all. He kept Chahwan by his side because of his honesty.

“It’s a special birthday, so I should give you a special gift.”

“Of course it is.”

“He’s a guy who gets his money’s worth.”

“yes.”

Chahwan could not complain any more and carefully closed the box and placed it on the table.

‘Then what are you going to give that old man for his 100th birthday?’ The words rose up in my throat, but I couldn’t get them out.

“Are you going to go in person tomorrow?”

Yayulhan nodded.

“Given the current situation, how about just sending a gift this time?”

After thinking for a moment, Yayulhan spoke to Chahwan.

“I have to go. If you don’t go, you will invest a lot of money and get criticized. Instead, let’s go at a slightly different time this time.”

Chahwan bowed his head politely.

“I will prepare that way.”

“And also the three evils.”

Chahwan was shocked. As always, they chilled people’s hearts just by hearing their names.

“Then I feel relieved.”

After Chahwan left, Yayulhan opened the box containing the perennial snow ginseng again.

He looked down at it in silence. If you are a person who has learned martial arts, how can you endure it when you face the eternal snowfall?

Yayulhan picked it up and opened his mouth wide.

However, I just pretended to eat it in one bite and put the perennial snow ginseng back into the box and closed it.

I will not eat the eternal ginseng, but I will endure and endure and eat the bigger one.

* * *

I returned straight to my residence.

Extreme Soma and Gowol Pungcheon Cult Leader were waiting for me to return from scouting.

“How was it?”

I sighed lightly at Gowol’s question.

“I almost got caught.”

The three people were surprised by my words.

The leader of Pungcheon Church told me.

“It seems that the old villain didn’t just play around and get older.”

“It wasn’t a guy.”

“You said it wasn’t?”

“I wasn’t sure if he was a visitor or someone who was originally guarding the place, but his martial arts skills were unusual.”

The leader of Pungcheon Church remembered one person.

“Isn’t it Yayulhan?”

Then Gowol answered.

“no. Yayulhan has not taken a single step within the current Apostolic Alliance.”

“It’s not Yayulhan? “Then is it a blood race?”

In response to the Pungcheon religious leader’s question, Gowol shook his head again.

“Hyeolryungeop is a person who is known to not have a very good relationship with Oroe Shingeom. “It is unlikely that the meeting was held alone.”

I also agreed with that opinion.

“I didn’t see him closely, but he wasn’t as old as Hyeolryun kalpa.”

It was a bad situation. If the master was visiting to celebrate his birthday, he would be at the manor tomorrow as well. There is one more expert to deal with.

Naturally, worry appeared on Goyol’s face.

“Didn’t you expect there to be someone else from the beginning?”

“Yes, that’s true. If a new master came today, wouldn’t it be possible for a new master to come tomorrow? “Honestly, I’m worried.”

“Go soldier. Although the military comes up with a great strategy, unexpected situations like this occur in the field. “This will also be a good experience for you.”

“I don’t want to experience something like that during the operation against Yayulhan and Oreishingeom. Even more so if the person carrying it out is Confucius. “Shouldn’t we at least know who he is?”

I looked at Extreme Soma. Extreme Soma, who had been listening in silence until now, spoke calmly.

“Does anything change if you know who someone is?”

This was the nature of a man called Extreme Soma. Even if I had discovered not just one but ten masters today, he would have said the same thing.

These words from Extreme Soma clearly summarized the current situation.

“That is correct.”

I smiled at him. What made me laugh was the same thing that was in the eyes of Extreme Evil Soma. Fighting spirit boiled deep in my heart. So what does it matter who is there or how many people there are?

Ugh!

The dark magic sword that read my mind cried out for a long time. As the sword cried on its own, everyone’s eyes turned to the dark magic sword. When I grabbed the handle of the sword, the black magic sword stopped crying.

“It is a matter of making Oroe Shingeom’s birthday a memorial service, and even sending Yayulhan on a boat to the underworld… If this were easy, it would be strange.”

I have made the final decision.

“We are proceeding as planned.”

* * *

The next day, before leaving at dawn, I visited Geukak Soma.

“What’s going on?”

Instead of answering his question, he untied the Geukpumcheonjamsa that was tied to the handle of the sword and gave half of it to him. Extreme Soma knew very well what this was.

“Wrap it around your heart.”

“I am okay.”

“There is enough left for two people.”

“Then wrap it in two layers!”

“You can’t let your body become dull. “I even wear a robe on top of it.”

Extreme Soma took it because he knew I would never give up.

“I’ll give it back to you when the fight is over.”

“Of course you should return it. It’s precious.”

Extreme Soma smiled brightly.

We wrapped Geukpumcheonjamsa on the spot around the heart and stomach.

After completing all preparations, I pulled out the black magic sword.

Then, as if he had been waiting, Extreme Evil Soma lightly flicked the blade of the black magic sword with his finger.

Teeing!

We quietly left the room, listening to that clear sound that was always pleasant to hear, signaling the start of the decisive battle.

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