Call Of The Spear [EN]: Chapter 385

Tales of the Wandering Swordsman – Part 2, Episode 94

Meanwhile, a feast was in full swing at the Munmu Hall.

“Ahem, this liquor, you see, is called ‘Tears of a Woman,’ specially procured from our family’s estate. It’s so rare you can’t even buy it with money in our town…”

“Just shut up and open the lid!”

“Yeah, why so much talk!”

Moonseon, of the Woon family, who was introducing Yeosakyeon [a type of rare liquor] to Beom, frowned.

“Silence! Do you even know how precious this liquor is! You ignorant fools, shouting like that!”

“Want a taste of my fist instead of the liquor!?”

“Try me, you son of a…”

What kind of ruckus is this, using language no different from thugs.

‘Were their personalities always like this?’

However, even though the words they spat out were harsh, the atmosphere didn’t turn truly savage.

Though they spoke roughly, everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

Anyway, the liquor called Yeosakyeon was a strange brew, bitter yet with a rich, fragrant aftertaste and a hint of sweetness.

Besides that, they each took out various bottles of liquor from their pockets, pouring and receiving drinks in turn. The table prepared by Jueolgyeong was also full, delighting the palate.

They were chatting excitedly and performing ridiculous dances in high spirits, wasn’t it a feast for the eyes as well?

“Hey, you, Eater. What’s that?”

“I’m not Eater, though?”

“Shut up, Eater. I asked what that is.”

Tamlang grabbed a Suseon [a low-ranking member of the Munmu Hall] and asked, pointing to the fan in his hand.

It was the Sangseonbo [a magical fan] that the Yangcheon guys had given as a forfeit for losing the bet before, and Tamlang seemed quite fascinated by it.

“Amazing, isn’t it? This folding fan can be used to tread on the wind with a gentle wave, and flying on the wind becomes easy. Moreover, with a single wave, a fierce wind…”

Tamlang snatched the Sangseonbo, examining it from every angle, marveling at it.

“Interesting! I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

Tamlang took the Suseon’s folding fan and played with it, waving it slightly.

“Ah, doing that so carelessly is dangerous… Uh oh!”

He swung it around with all his might, scattering Pungshintong [wind-based energy].

Thanks to that, several dishes were blown away by the wind, and some Suseons were swept up in the gust, but they were too drunk to care and enjoyed it.

“Let go, I used to have something like this before.”

“But you just said you saw it for the first time…”

“Hmph, the Eater’s ears must be rotting. Now that I think about it, it’s exactly the same as what I had before. Isn’t this mine?”

Was Tamlang drunk too?

He didn’t know there was such good water, and he poured it down by the bucketful, his face a little flushed.

“What are you talking about…?”

“Are you a thief?! Thieves die!”

“Ah, no! This is mine!”

“No, this is mine! You thief!!”

While they were arguing, Tamlang swung the fan forcefully.

Then, a sharp wind appeared, cutting through the Suseons in a curve and flying away, shattering the end of the Munmu Hall’s roof.

Crash!

The atmosphere instantly cooled.

Everyone glanced at each other, checking Cheonbeom’s condition.

Tamlang was no exception.

“Hmm, this isn’t mine after all.”

He threw away the Sangseonbo and backed away as if he had done nothing wrong.

The Suseon with the family name Baek, the owner of the Sangseonbo, looked like he was about to cry.

“Eater! If you’ve done something wrong, you should apologize, why are you just standing there dumbfounded!”

“But I didn’t do it…”

“It was your thing that caused it, so it’s your fault. Are you trying to weasel out of it, you bug!”

Cheonbeom was amazed to see Tamlang shifting the blame for his own mistakes onto others.

‘What’s with that guy.’

It didn’t matter that the roof of the Munmu Hall’s main hall wasn’t that badly damaged.

What was more interesting was Tamlang.

He had asked a few things, and I had told him about the positions and status, and he seemed to have understood it in his own way, and now he was playing with the Suseons like that.

I thought it would take a long time for him to get used to the customs here, but he was adapting quite quickly.

‘With Tamlang’s personality and level, it wouldn’t be strange if he had just taken everything and injured them.’

Whether it was his own consideration or something else, it wasn’t a bad direction.

Even now, he was pushing his mistakes onto others like a child, but that meant he was gradually becoming aware of guilt.

“Bug Eater! Do you want to be trapped in Palyeoldo [a remote island prison] too! If I say the word, the little Eater will take you to Palyeoldo!”

The Baek guy had no choice but to apologize to Beom while crying.

Beom said it was okay and patted him on the shoulder, saying he had worked hard.

Just as the quiet drinking party was about to become noisy again.

The smell of blood wafted from somewhere.

“Who is it.”

Out of the blue, Beom shouted while sipping his drink.

“Lord Chief. What are you talking about?”

Just as the Munmu Hall members, who didn’t understand, were tilting their heads.

Tamlang, who had noticed something, turned his head sharply, looked at the broken roof, and raised the corners of his lips in a smirk.

“There!”

Whoosh!

In an instant, Tamlang’s hand transformed into a blade, emitting a crescent-shaped aura.

Bang!!

“Ah…”

Thanks to that, half of the main hall’s roof was destroyed, and an assassin appeared from the gap, screaming in pain as he fell to the ground.

“Wh-what!”

The Suseons who were drinking were startled and took out their weapons, and Tamlang strode confidently towards the assassin.

The assassin’s leg had been cut off by Tamlang’s aura, and he was bleeding, but his attire was quite peculiar.

‘Animal fur?’

It seemed to be a treasure that helped him conceal his presence.

“Hahaha! That Sangseonbo is mine after all! No one noticed, but I knew it all along!! I caught this guy! Do you understand!”

It seemed that when Tamlang damaged the roof with the Sangseonbo, he had slightly cut the hidden guy.

Thanks to that, he could smell the blood and know that someone was hiding.

“I caught him, so give me more liquor as a reward! And make a Sangseonbo for me too!!”

He wants so much.

I couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief.

But first, we need to confirm the guy’s identity.

“Who is he?”

“Ah, I know him. I saw him once when Vice Commander Paeng and the Paeng family’s head met.”

Come to think of it, although it was faint, his hair was a little reddish.

The blood of the Red Thunder Spearman [a legendary warrior lineage] must be flowing in him.

“Did the Paeng family send him?”

He didn’t answer when asked.

Soon, Cheonbeom’s golden eyes flashed.

In an instant, four pupils opened, and the assassin’s clear eyes became hazy. As the assassin collapsed, Beom raised his head as if he understood.

“The Paeng family head sent him.”

As soon as he said that, the Munmu Hall members naturally became furious and raised their voices.

“Those damn bastards!”

“They’re trying to take Lord Chief’s life again!”

Woo-myeong also gripped the sword at his waist tightly and shook off the alcohol.

“Lord Chief, you can’t just stand by and watch the Paeng family’s tyranny any longer.”

“I’ve never stood by.”

If I receive something, I pay it back.

Whether it’s grace or resentment.

“What are you going to do?”

“They sent an assassin, but there’s no real damage. They probably sent him to spy.”

His level is around Sangseon [a high-ranking martial artist].

His Shintong [spiritual power] or martial arts don’t seem that outstanding either.

“But since I received something, I have to return it.”

Woo-myeong felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of Beom smiling.

* * *

A few days later.

Paeng Ga-yeon, who had rushed after receiving a message from the main family, was faced with a strange situation.

“Your leg…”

Her cousin, whose leg had been cut off, and the Paeng family head, who was reading a letter with a stiff face, were waiting for her.

“What’s going on?”

As she sat down and asked, he slammed the letter he was reading on the table.

He was so angry that his handprint was engraved on the table.

And then he burned the letter in the candlelight and threw it into the air, and the smoke seeped out and turned into the shape of a man.

-Thank you for enlivening me and my subordinates on such a good day. I was too drunk and cut off one of your legs, but we had quite a bit of fun.

The voice and form of the man speaking sarcastically was obviously Munmu Hall’s Chief, Cheonbeom.

Paeng Ga-yeon immediately realized that her father had sent her cousin to spy on him and was immediately caught and had his leg cut off.

-I am a person who believes that if I receive something, I must return it. If I receive hospitality, I must return the favor. Isn’t that right?

Paeng Jong-yeon, who had heard that far, was still furious, and he waved his hand and tore apart the Munmu Hall Chief’s illusion created by the letter, then looked at Paeng Ga-yeon and said.

“There’s something you need to do.”

“Tell me.”

“That bastard… cut off my nephew’s leg, but he’s holding on to the severed leg and won’t give it back. Thanks to that, he’s still in that state.”

When one reaches Sangseon, the mind, body, and spirit are in a unified state, so the loss of a part of the body is a major blow.

It’s like losing what you’ve trained, so naturally, your overall energy decreases and your strength weakens.

Paeng Jong-yeon was telling Ga-yeon to find her cousin’s leg.

“That bastard also wants you.”

“He wants me?”

“So that something like this doesn’t happen again… that bastard said he’ll arrogantly hold you hostage!!”

Bang!!

Paeng Jong-yeon slammed the table, still not relieved of his anger, and Ga-yeon’s cousin, Paeng Woo-yeon, turned pale and lowered his head.

“Woo-yeon is still young. So you’ll have to suffer a little.”

Even if you lose one leg, you can recover it with a thousand years of training.

But Paeng Woo-yeon is still a promising Suseon, and his talent is exceptional, so Paeng Jong-yeon has high expectations for him.

For Paeng Woo-yeon, a thousand-year gap is a pity, so he wants to help him find his leg if possible.

“It’s a good thing in a way. You stay by that bastard’s side and tell me everything he does. If you see an opportunity, you can take his life, and when the time comes, we can exploit his weaknesses.”

“…But Father.”

“Why, do you still have that Munmu Hall Chief in your heart?”

“That’s not it!”

“Then, do you want to serve him as your master?”

At the chilling question, Paeng Ga-yeon clenched her fist without realizing it.

“I don’t… have that.”

“Then you have no reason to refuse!”

The Red Thunder Spearman lives for the master they have chosen for their entire life.

That is the bloodline that flows in the Paeng family, and the destiny engraved in their blood.

That’s why they unknowingly seek their master and try to serve that master. It was instinct.

“That’s not… that’s not it.”

“…It shouldn’t be.”

Paeng Jong-yeon looked at Paeng Ga-yeon with a heavy heart and sighed.

“We are no longer Red Thunder Spearmen who serve a master. We must become those who value ourselves, not those who value someone else! We must become beings who are revered rather than supported! Even if that is the destiny engraved in the blood of the Paeng family, it is my mission to change that destiny! It is your mission and the destiny that everyone in the Paeng family must change!!”

Paeng Ga-yeon calmly closed her eyes.

And answered bitterly.

“The things you’re worried about will never happen.”

“…You are the most outstanding of my children. Although you are a woman, I am considering you as the next successor.”

So.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

Creak.

Thud.