Chapter 391 – 385 Port City Praver
Hwan-in, guided by Baek Jung-gang, who maintained tension, reached the deep floor of Yeongju Castle, and entered a hallway that was open on one side.
An overwhelming view of the blue Aleughel Lake, Praber Harbor, and the surroundings of the harbor.
=Holy Son, this is it.=
Silently walking down the hallway and passing through the door guarded by four level 4 workers, Hwanin turned around a corner that was bent in the shape of an L, and saw a large room measuring over 100 pyeong.
Hwanin looked around the lord’s residence with cold eyes.
It’s a matter of course, but Baek Joong-ik’s residence was the height of splendor.
As it is a mid-level city and the center of western port logistics, it is a praver that surpasses Helumen, a huge city on the plains, in terms of scale. It is only natural that the residence of Baek Joong-Ik, the ruler and owner of such a city, is splendid.
‘It’s a waste of money.’
However, the splendor of the dwelling was too much to the extent that Hwanin, who respected others’ tastes close to ignoring, thought this way.
The floor was filled with intricate and flamboyant carpets reminiscent of Persian carpets, and the walls were decorated with magnificent tapestries depicting mythical battles.
The ceiling is made of dome-shaped stained glass, and the prism-like sunlight makes the patterns on the floor more colorful, and the furniture also reminds us of Gothic, Baroque, Romanesque, and Renaissance styles, such as desks, bookshelves, wardrobes, tables, tables, stools, sofas, and vases. It is decorated without gaps with vases and vases.
At this level, it seems that it goes beyond splendid and even promiscuous…….
‘Did he pay attention?’
The vulgar splendor of only the expensive riches was hardly felt, and countless styles of design and interior decoration were harmonized to create order in chaos.
‘Looks like it’s made with the materials of the Heterogeneous species and Mt. Labyrinth.’
The materials are not ordinary colored thread, wood, or stone, but all seem to be made with materials excavated from the labyrinth, so it is likely that thousands of gold coins were used only for the interior of this room.
Anyway, thinking it was a waste of money, I walked across the scent of medicine that filled the room and approached the bed decorating one corner of the room.
The bed with a canopy was said to be as big as four king-size beds put together, and Baek Joong-ik was lying on the bed, holding a naked woman on his left and right with his eyes closed.
Nionebreath is a unique folk remedy that shares vitality by matching one’s own body temperature with the body temperature of others.
To the extent that the lord even used such folk remedies, Baek Joong-ik’s appearance was as dangerous as a candle in front of the wind.
=Younglord, Young master Zhonggang and the Holy Son of Green.=
Hearing the story of the pharmacist and the sex magician who were treating him, Baek Joong-Ik struggles to open his eyes and looks at Hwan-in before opening his mouth.
= You came…….=
“How is your hair?”
In response to Hwan-in’s direct question, Baek Joong-ik replied =Huh…….= Laughed weakly.
= Energy… I don’t have one, but it’s been a while…… The delusion in my head… It feels like being lifted…….=
“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses. Until tomorrow morning, I will come every two hours and continue to give you peace.”
= Keke……. Priority… Let’s say thank you…. Thanks to you guys… Discord in the family… Second…… Stop…… Cool! Heck, heck, heck… !=
When Baek Joong-Ik coughed as he stammered, the pharmacist hurriedly picked up a syringe-shaped liquid and poured it into his beak.
Baek Joong-Ik, who drank it and the water that the woman next to him gave him by mouth, managed to stop his cough and gasp for breath.
“I didn’t do this to get a thank you. If you’re going to spend your energy on such a story, I’ll go back.”
=Kuhkkkuh….=
It was Hwanin’s attitude that was too arrogant to accept in the position of the lord, but Baek Joong-ik laughed as if he was genuinely happy. Thanks to that, he was able to recover his energy.
With the support of the women, Baek Joong-ik, who was in a half-lying position with cushions and pillows behind his back, spoke in a low voice.
= I apologize for calling it a quack pseudo….=
“You can rest assured that I am not narrow-minded enough to keep the patient’s bullshit to heart.”
Baek Joong-Ik, who smiled, gestured to the door on one side of the residence and the knight next to it and asked Hwan-in with a rather mischievous face.
= It seemed like there were a lot of things I had in my heart for a wide inside, but… ? His mind came and went… I remember everything I heard….=
“You can’t put being slapped for no reason on the same level as someone who is sick.”
Haha…. Yes, resentment and anger are similar yet different…. If so, I must feel sorry for myself… ?=
“To say sorry is not enough. Isn’t it said that children’s faults are parents’ faults?”
= Khehe…… To relieve the anger of a promising spiritual leader… Cool,… It can’t be done with any responsibility….=
Even though he is dying, he feels a subtle spirit.
Regardless of whether or not he is worthy of being a lord, it is certain that he has good looks and dignity.
When he was working as an office worker in the district, he attended as an operating assistant in a business meeting called the Economic and Industrial Advisory Committee, and was a hwanin who had seen not only big politicians but also chaebol leaders up close.
He didn’t feel special enough to say that he didn’t have it at all from them, but why did he feel his spirit not only from the lord of Farghist, but also from the lord of Prabur?
Because it is a world with a mysterious energy called phase power?
The lord coughed and took a sip of the medicated bath handed to him by the side…… He let out a sigh that smelled like medicine.
=Thanks to you, the Baek family has overcome the biggest hardship…. If he hadn’t come to his senses, he would have gone to the goal without even handing over the lord’s throne to his son….=
Usually, the more powerful a person is, the more he or she tries not to hand over the power until the moment of death, and tries to continue his life, and then dies ugly.
However, Baekjungik, who calmly said that he was ready to hand over the position of lord, and seemed to have relieved his burden to some extent, Hwanin looked again, albeit slightly.
Compared to the dictator who didn’t want to let go of his power and started a war and killed thousands or tens of thousands of people, she is nothing short of a fairy.
= I heard it from my son. In exchange for healing me, I was given the choice of two things from the family treasury… I received….=
With a click, the side door next to where the knight was standing opens, and Baek Chi-ryeong, whose complexion has turned dark, walks out wearing a white shirt and tight gray knee-length pants.
Although it was made of high-quality fabric, it had a plain and crude design, which contrasted with the fancy knight’s uniform from a few hours ago.
Hwan-in, who briefly looked away from Baek Chi-ryeong, responded.
“Yes. I don’t really need it, but since they said they’d give it to me, I’m thinking of taking it and arming my knights.”
= Keke… Yes, if it’s an article like that… I don’t even know how to take care of it….=
Baek Joong-Ik doesn’t give a single glance at his daughter who has entered, but nods toward Isilite, who stands tall like a famous sword near the door.
= But… I heard that you are a master of martial arts, wielding a spear……. How about… Wouldn’t you like to hear my suggestion….=
“I will listen.”
It was an attitude of not listening at all, but he put his hand in the air with a big smile like a generous grandfather in the world.
At that moment, the sight of a complex pattern of magic tricks floating in the air and swallowing the lord’s hand recalled Hwanin’s memory of seeing a similar pattern.
Spiritual energy formed in the heart of Sidur, the mother of the Farhist lord.
When I opened my eyes to the spirit and looked at Baek Joong-Ik’s heart, as expected, the shape of the aura in his heart looked exactly like the magic method floating in the air and swallowing one of his arms.
Perhaps because Hwanin was staring at him, Baek Joong-ik gave an unsolicited explanation.
=The family’s true treasure trove is a warehouse in another dimension that is passed on to the lord from generation to generation…. Let’s call it a treasure trove… I wonder if it’s about level 6 weapons, armor, accessories, and things that can make a decent amount of money…. Truly, the treasure lies here….=
‘Is that a characteristic of a person with a personal dimensional warehouse?’
After wandering inside for a while, the lord came out and held a 50 cm long metal wand made of ink in his hand.
Although it is a wand, it is similar to a straight stick with the same end to end.
=Gwangchang Nine Bolg…… The great hero of the Fleurs, called Changsin… It’s a relic of that Chemarie. You’d better get this instead of the treasure trove’s option….=
Everyone except Hwanin, who was in the residence, was shocked whenheheard that he was a relic of Choumarie.
Baek Joong-gang keeps his dark eyes wide open before approaching Hwan-in and giving him heartfelt advice.
= Holy Son, there is nothing to say. There are a few artifacts in the treasury, but they’re far behind the light spear. Please accept.=
“…….”
There was no sign of trying to coax and eat his back.
With deep feelings, she touched the wand like a new one and handed it to the lady-in-waiting standing next to her bed, who politely received it with both hands and handed it to her son-in-law.
= With Geomhee… If you are a skilled person who will be trained by the Holy Fighter…… Whoa… , The weapon that suits you…… It will be Huuk.=
= Lord. Stop talking about it Harmful to health.=
The pharmacist gives advice as Baek Joong-ik gasps, but Yeong-joo shakes his hand as if he is annoyed and continues talking.
=Use, the law is… Listen to your son, go… Hoo-wook. That…… Next, I’ll have to deal with it. To that guy… Did you say you wanted corporal punishment?
The lord’s finger pointed at Baek Chi-ryeong with a gloomy complexion.
=… For an incompetent guy, the position of knight commander is undeserved… That’s it. =
Huuuuu- Baek Joong-Ik, who took a long breath, spoke with a frost-like momentum that showed no compassion or mercy.
=From that, the qualification to lead the Prabur’s army was recovered, and the baron’s position was also confiscated. He’s no different from a commoner now, so do as you please. He won’t care what you do. And… Other requests… Hoo-wook. Accept everything…… I’ll lose…… ! Keuok! Cool, cool!=
Have I done everything I have to say? Baek Joong-ik’s details are rapidly deteriorating.
= Father! Therapist, what are you doing!=
In response to Baek Joong-gang’s screams, the pharmacist hurriedly takes out the medicine and liquid on the treatment table and begins to combine what he took out of the bag.
=…….=
“…….”
There was a commotion on the bed side, but Hwanin watched as Baek Chi-ryeong, his shoulders drooped, and Baek Ryeo-gang, who had been silent ever since he entered the residence, began to resemble each other.
A whirlwind of indescribable emotions was revealed on both of their faces.
He did not intend to come to his senses by giving Baekjung ripe corporal punishment, but because he did not meet his expectations, he considered it useless and threw away his son, Baek Chi-ryeong, without mercy.
For Baek Ryogang, the situation of Baek Chi-ryeong, who was abandoned by his father, must be different.
Hwan-in looked at the two for a while and then went into a bright light… He looked down at the unequal light windows and fiddled with them.
Even Baekjunggang, the next lord of Prabur, was surprised to the point of being astonished. It must be an unusual relic.
Hwanin’s gaze, looking at Baek Chi-ryeong with his shoulders drooping, turned to Baek Joong-ik, who was convulsing as if to die.
If even those convulsions subsided, Baek Joong-ik would stop breathing.
“…….”
Hwanin’s thoughts deepened.
