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| CHAPTER 321 |
Pyowol left Haemun.
To establish their position in Haemun, Tarha and Yuryeon had to destroy the Haeryongbang.
The Haeryongbang was not a friendly opponent as the chief of Haemun. However, Tarha didn't look particularly worried.
He was confident that he could handle it, already wielding the Jukgunhoe like a fish in water, and could handle the Haeryongbang's crowd of thugs.
Even though Pyowol didn't help them, Tarha and Yuryeon did not feel disappointed.
Establishing themselves in Haemun was their business, not Pyowol's.
They thought it was too reckless to expect help with just a brief connection. If they decided to settle here, they had to do it with their own strength.
They had enough capability to handle it.
Yuryeon looked at Pyowol leaving with regretful expression, but that was all.
There was much work to be done from now on.
While Tarha was teaching Taemu-sang and Geumyeon, she firmly controlled the Jeokgan-hoe, and fighting with Haeryong-bang was her responsibility.
Her martial arts skills were already proven on the Ghost Ship, despite her reluctance to be on a shaky boat. She was not inferior to Jin Yugeon and his followers.
She was capable of fighting against Haeryong-bang.
There was no reason to stay in Haemun to help those who were already capable enough.
Pyowol left Haemun and headed south without any particular destination. He planned to travel around the world for a while.
Although he was in opposition to the Kowloon Sect, he did not want to waste his youth and time chasing them.
They were the ones in a hurry, not him.
As long as Pyowol acted like a thorn in their side, they would eventually try to approach him to eliminate him. He planned to wait for that moment and manipulate the world.
If he traveled around the world, he might discover unexpected clues in addition to expanding his knowledge of the world.
The place where Pyowol arrived after leaving Haemun was Lake Tai (太湖), also known as Taihu.
Taihu was a vast lake located several hundred miles south of Haemun.
People who came to Taihu for the first time mistook it for the sea due to its vastness. Pyowol would have done the same if he had not heard about Taihu before leaving Haemun.
There were forty-eight large and small islands in Taihu, and seventy-two mountain peaks surrounded the islands and the lake.
The scenery was beautiful, and the aquatic resources were abundant, so the cuisine made from seafood was highly developed. Many restaurants lined the shore, and Taihu was always full of visitors seeking gourmet food.
Taihu was also the first place where foreign goods imported through Haemun were sold. As a result, the people of Taihu were much better dressed and had more refined jewelry than those in other regions.
As soon as Pyowol arrived in Taihu, he changed his Anryong-po to a dazzling red color. This was to avoid drawing too much attention from the people.
However, he could not completely avoid their attention. His splendid appearance was eye-catching everywhere he went.
My apologies for the mistake. Here is the corrected translation:
However, since Pyowol's face and clothing were so luxurious, people didn't dare speak to him carelessly.
Pyowol walked through the bustling streets, dragging his words behind him.
There were numerous street vendors lined up along the busy streets.
There were places selling hats, jewelry, but the most common sight was definitely the food vendors.
The freshly made dishes made from the fish Taeho caught were truly delicious. The tempting aroma of tasty food wafted from each vendor, luring passersby.
Pyowol went to the stall run by an old man.
Despite the crooked posture and wrinkles all over his face from the passage of time, the old man wore a cheerful smile.
As Pyowol approached and tied his horse to the side, the old man welcomed him.
"Come on in! Take a seat."
Pyowol nodded his head and sat down as the old man began to prepare food right away.
The dish the old man sold was ojomyeon), a noodle dish with duck meat that was mainly eaten in the nearby region of Gonsan.
The old man only sold one type of food, so he didn't ask what Pyowol wanted to eat.
Pyowol silently watched the old man.
In no time, the old man made a bowl of ojomyeon.
"It tastes better if you eat it before it cools down."
The old man smiled and said.
Even though all his front teeth were missing due to the passage of time, he didn't look ridiculous at all. On the contrary, his appearance felt even more warm and cozy.
Pyowol nodded his head and picked up his chopsticks.
"Do you live here?"
It was then.
"Be careful what you say."
"How dare you talk to the lady."
The bodyguards standing behind her growled in a fierce voice. The woman's expression twisted slightly at their intervention.
Thunk!
She put down her chopsticks and looked at the bodyguards.
"Who told you to step out of line?"
"Miss, we were just trying to help you..."
"Are you intimidating the person next to me while claiming to help me?"
"We're sorry."
In the end, the bodyguards fell silent. However, their faces showed displeasure. They glared at Pyowol with a frightening gaze.
Their determination to not let any falsehoods go unchecked was clearly conveyed through their eyes.
The woman apologized to Pyowol.
"I'm sorry. The bodyguards have changed recently, and their loyalty is causing problems. I hope you can forgive us with a generous heart."
"That must be difficult."
"Well, it will be resolved soon."
The woman ate her Ojomyeon vigorously with chopsticks.
Pyowol also drank the remaining Ojomyeon in one gulp.
Even though they had only eaten one bowl, their stomachs felt full.
Pyowol put two coins on the table and stood up.
"Oh my! It only costs one coin..."
He said so, but the old man laughed and put both coins in his pocket.
As Pyowol was about to leave, the woman called out to him with the bowl in her hand.
"Excuse me."
"What's your name?"
"Pyowol!"
"That's a nice name. My name is Jo Yooseol."
"...."
"Just so-so, huh?"
Jo Yooseol bowed slightly to Pyowol.
Pyowol looked at her face for a moment, then broke off the conversation and left the street vendor.
As he disappeared, one of the guards cautiously said to Jo Yooseol, "He seems like a suspicious character. I'm afraid that talking to someone like him could be reported to the nobleman."
"Hmph! You're not going to report it, are you?"
"That's a misunderstanding."
"We'll see later if it's just a misunderstanding or if it's real...."
"..."
The bodyguard remained silent and kept his mouth shut.
Joyu Seol paid no attention to the bodyguard's silence and started to enjoy the delicious dish in front of him.
Swish!
Pyowol booked a room in a large inn right next to Taeho's.
As he opened the window, he saw a panoramic view of Taeho in front of him.
On the vast lake-like sea, there were numerous boats, mostly fishing boats, but some were leisure boats enjoying the water.
The weather was sunny, and the wind was calm, making it the perfect environment for sailing.
Pyowol lay on the bed with the window wide open. Suddenly, Gwi-a, who had been quietly coiled around his arm, slid down onto the bed.
Gwi-a wandered around the bed as if it were his own home before disappearing into a crack in the wall. Pyowol wasn't worried, knowing that Gwi-a would return when the time was right.
As Pyowol expected, Gwi-a returned half an hour later, looking like he had caught something in his bulging stomach.
Gwi-a slithered through Pyowol's fingers on the bed, and Pyowol smiled at the cold sensation of his scales.
Pyowol raised his hand and met Gwi-a's gaze. Inside Gwi-a's jewel-like, bright red pupils, Pyowol could see himself.
Although their encounter was coincidental, they had reached a level where their spirits were connected.
Even just looking at him, it seemed like Pyowol could tell what Gwi-ah was thinking. And it was the same for Gwi-ah.
Gwi-ah, who had been nuzzling Pyowol's cheek, soon returned to coiling around his arm.
After briefly caressing Gwi-ah, Pyowol left the room. The sun had yet to set, and he didn't want to waste time cooped up in the room.
It was a survival habit to become familiar with the geography of the area he arrived in, no matter where it was.
Pyowol walked around every corner of Taeho Street.
After walking for a while, he arrived at the blacksmith district, where the air was filled with the smell of iron.
The blacksmith district was located on the outskirts of Taeho.
As there is a strong smell of metal and heat, it was formed in a place far from the bustling city where many people live.
There were quite a few people walking around the workshop street.
Most of them were soldiers wearing weapons.
The soldiers came to the workshop to buy weapons or to have their own weapons repaired.
Since Pyowol had already taken care of his Ghost Spear, he had no reason to enter the workshop. However, he couldn't just pass by the workshop street.
Even if he didn't need anything right away, he didn't know what kind of object he might discover if he looked around each workshop.
After all, even the Ghost Spear was something he had obtained in that way.
Although Dangsochu had made a new one later, he had used the one he had discovered in the workshop.
Pyowol went into each workshop one by one and admired the weapons on display.
There were various types of weapons.
It seemed that all the weapons in Gangho, from swords and knives to bows and arrows, were here. However, there was no weapon that satisfied Pyowol's standards.
The level of the craftsmen was also average.
If Dangsochu had been here, he would have scolded the craftsmen. They lacked the basics.
Pyowol was not Dangsochu, but he had a higher eye for weapons. Perhaps because he used them directly.
"Trash!"
With a sigh, Pyowol entered the last workshop. However, the atmosphere here was different from the others.
It was much larger than the other workshops and was organized neatly inside.
Not only that, but the quality of the weapons displayed on the racks was also quite high.
The condition of the metal was excellent, and the balance of the weapons was also good.
The prices were also relatively cheap.
Suddenly, Pyowol's eyes fell on a bundle of needles.
They were called "woomochim" because they were as thin as cow hair.
As light as it is to be blown away by the wind, the unmanned aerial vehicle "Umochim" was hardly ever used because it was difficult to operate.
It was when Pyowol was examining the Umochim closely.
"Do you like it? I made it."
Suddenly, a voice was heard from next to him.
When he turned his head, a boy in his late teens was looking at him.
There were burn marks on his arms, which were rolled up, and there were also traces of fire on parts of his face.
"Did you say you made it?"
"Yes! It's something I made. You're the first customer to show interest in it."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"What's your name?"
"Do Yeonsan! I'm a craftsman at the Cheolsan Workshop, named Do Yeonsan."
"Cheolsan Workshop?"
"Yes! We fulfilled Tangmun's vision."
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