Disciple of The Three Kings [EN]: Chapter 262

The Black Orcs had a multi-step process for welcoming guests. First, they clashed swords and discussed their pride and qualifications as warriors. And then, when they deemed someone a guest, “Uweeek!” They drank themselves to death. It was related to the essence and nature of the Black Orcs. Black Orcs were born warriors and hated politics. They extremely disliked complex relationships or strategic maneuvering. Honesty. That was the true virtue a Black Orc should possess. They glimpsed the life and thoughts of a warrior through swords, and saw their true depths through alcohol. “Uwek!” The drinking party continued until late dawn. Everyone was drunk, and only the sounds of vomiting filled the air. “Heok.” As the exhausted breaths were about to end, a quiet silence fell over the entire Black Bao. It was then. “Hoo.” A shadow, exhaling a small breath, appeared on the street. Drip, drip. What dripped from his fingers was the liquor he had collected from the alcohol he had drunk. After expelling the alcohol through internal energy, the shadow, now sober, shook his head and began to conceal his presence. Swoosh. The moment his figure disappeared, as he walked away. Hweek! The shadow quickly turned his head and crossed his arms. Flutter. Something stopped in front of him. It was a fist with blue flames swirling around it. The shadow was soon able to identify who the opponent was. “Blue Oni…?” Lee Shin-woo, wearing a mask, was looking at him with surprised eyes. “Black King?” The voice came from Lee Shin-woo’s mouth. The two quickly looked around. Saaa. There was no sign of anyone, only a cold air. The two quietly moved into an alley and took off their hoods and masks. “What are you doing? Weren’t you dragged away by the war chiefs?” Lee Shin-woo said to Hase Min. “I thought I was going to die. I thought I was used to drinking…” Hase Min shook his head, looking disgusted. Since the Black King’s main businesses were in the underworld, Hase Min had a close relationship with alcohol. Even now, Hase Min had to drink strong liquor every night before going to sleep. “That’s not enjoying alcohol, it’s torture.” The Black Orcs’ method was extremely violent, as if they were trying to assassinate someone. But there was nothing they could say, as they poured even more than they did. “And you, Blue Oni, weren’t you dragged away by the chieftain?” “Hoo.” Lee Shin-woo exhaled, as if tired. “I survived thanks to Rowoon, though.” “The Divine Warrior?” “Chilabao, the chieftain, got drunk and passed out first.” “……!” Hase Min, who had a rough idea of the Black Orcs’ alcohol tolerance, widened his eyes in surprise at Lee Shin-woo’s words. “Did he detoxify it?” “How could he?” “The Divine Warrior is amazing in many ways.” The two nodded. The conversation briefly went off track, but the two soon looked at each other and spoke. “But what are you doing here…” “But what…” The two, who said the same thing, smiled faintly. When they thought about it, it was a simple matter. Hase Min, the Black King, mainly dealt with information. Lee Shin-woo, the Blue Oni, also led the Blue Army and considered information to be the most important thing. The two who dealt with information. “I wanted to find out a few things.” “Me too.” They were trying to gather information in preparation for any possible situation. In the early morning when the strong were passed out. It might not be polite, but that was how you could get real information. The two who had moved secretly had just run into each other. “Shall we move together?” Lee Shin-woo shook his head at Hase Min’s words. “What the Black King is looking for…” Although they had the same goal of gathering information. “It must be martial arts.” The information they were looking for was different. “That’s right.” “I want to find out about the people here. They didn’t even show up at the drinking party…” “Are you worried that they might be treated like slaves?” Nod. The two wanted different information. “Then let’s move separately…” It was the moment when they were about to move for their own purposes. Gwoong. A heavy air enveloped the surroundings. “……!” “……!” Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo’s eyes flashed. A huge shadow appeared in front of them, staring at them. Gulp. They weren’t trying to assassinate anyone, but walking around the streets at night with masks on was not a good thing. It was an easy situation to be misunderstood if they ran into someone. And the one who appeared in front of them was. “It seems you had some questions.” It was the war chief, Hashman. He was said to be the strongest warrior besides the chieftain. He was looking at Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo with a slightly flushed face. “That is…” The Black Orcs were still friendly to them. Moreover, since they were connected to Rowoon, they were about to open their mouths to clear up the misunderstanding. But. “You can ask me anything you’re curious about.” Hashman said with a friendly smile. “First…” But his eyes were burning red. “It must be about martial arts, right?” “……!” Hase Min looked momentarily flustered, as if he had been caught off guard, but soon regained his composure. Hase Min had dealt with countless people. There was no reason to be flustered by something like this. “That’s right.” A truthful answer. Only then did a smile spread across Hashman’s face. * * * It was a small hut, rather than the large, black huts where the Black Orcs lived. But instead, it looked a little more solid and well-maintained. “Woo.” It was the moment when Hashman made a small whimpering sound. “Hashman… War Chief?” An old man with a grizzled face opened the door and came out. “Sorry for the late hour.” Hashman spoke with a welcoming face and tone. “It’s alright. As I get older, I don’t sleep much at night. But who are these people?” “They are guests of the tribe.” “Ah, those people.” Listening to their conversation, Hase Min’s eyes narrowed. Lee Shin-woo, who was not a martial artist, could not feel it, but Hase Min, who was a martial artist, could. This old man. ‘A martial artist.’ He was definitely a martial artist. However, no internal energy could be felt from him. ‘His dantian [energy center] is ruined?’ A martial artist whose dantian was ruined. However, just by looking at his physique and gait, one could guess how great a martial artist this man had been. “It seems there were many who couldn’t sleep.” When Lee Shin-woo spoke, the old man smiled faintly. “How many people can sleep comfortably? Especially since we have guests…” Lee Shin-woo also felt something special about the old man. “I was waiting, thinking you might come here.” Only then did Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo nod. War Chief Hashman. And most of the others, including this old man. ‘They knew.’ They seemed to have anticipated that they would move secretly to gather information. “Please, have some.” “Thank you.” Hashman bowed his head and entered the hut, and Lee Shin-woo and Hase Min also entered. As Lee Shin-woo had said, there were several people sitting inside, drinking tea. Most of them were. ‘Martial artists.’ And the rest were… “Players and ordinary people.” Indeed, the people they wanted were all gathered in one place. “Ahem.” Hashman leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes, as if he had finished his work. “Don’t mind me, make yourselves comfortable. I need to rest a bit.” “Sure.” The old man finished speaking and sat down. He gestured for Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo to sit down as well. Nod. There was no need to hesitate. ‘They already knew, so they could coordinate their words…’ Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo had the same thought. ‘Looking at their attitude and eyes, they don’t seem like they would lie.’ Honesty. Something that was not easily found in humans was felt in these people who had lived with the Black Orcs. “I’ll get straight to the point.” Hase Min started. “Senior, which sect do you belong to, or did you belong to?” Hase Min changed his question, thinking that he had been expelled because his dantian was ruined. The old man’s answer came to him. “Unfortunately, I was not expelled.” “I apologize.” “I am…” The old man smiled. “The Supreme Palace Lord of the Beast Palace.” * * * The day had dawned. Ssshh. The Orcs, who had been drunk and passed out the night before, were moving about the streets, finding their own work, as if they had no hangover. “Kkeueung.” Behind them, Kang Han-cheol and Lee Yong-jin came out and stretched their stiff bodies. “Didn’t you detoxify the alcohol?” Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo approached them and spoke. They had different faces from Kang Han-cheol and Lee Yong-jin, who were exhausted from fatigue. “Unless they detoxified it.” Kang Han-cheol. “If they enjoy drinking, then I must also enjoy it as a matter of courtesy.” Indeed, it was the answer of a steadfast man. Kang Han-cheol was similar to the Black Orcs, both outwardly and inwardly. “That’s a bit unexpected, isn’t it?” Lee Yong-jin. “Shouldn’t assassins always stay sober?” “Huh? How could that be?” Lee Yong-jin smiled faintly and answered Lee Shin-woo. “Assassins can’t live without alcohol.” Lee Yong-jin said. “When it’s okay to get drunk, you should get drunk. That’s how I was taught.” Lee Shin-woo was surprised by Lee Yong-jin’s words and continued. “When it’s okay to get drunk?” Even though they were guests, there were Black Orcs everywhere. It meant that they didn’t know what would happen if things went wrong. To get drunk in such a place. Smirk. Lee Yong-jin said, fully stretching his body. “Do you know who is the most sensitive to killing intent?” Today, Lee Yong-jin looked a little different. Apart from his usual playful self, he showed a hint of professionalism. “It’s an assassin.” “……!” “You have to feel even a hidden piece of killing intent to be a top-class assassin.” And such Lee Yong-jin. “I didn’t even feel any killing intent. Even if there was, it wasn’t directed at us. So, we drank comfortably.” Only then did Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo nod, as if they understood Lee Yong-jin’s words. In a way, it was a natural thing. Hase Min and Lee Shin-woo dealt with information and met with countless people. That was why there was always calculation and classification in their minds. But Lee Yong-jin was someone who didn’t have such things. “That’s clear.” Kang Han-cheol. “All that exists for you is life and death.” Life and death. An assassin who only saw the world through that. That was why he could see monsters or anything else without any prejudice. “What kind of childish talk is that?” A leisurely atmosphere. It was hard to believe that this was Bohol, which was considered forbidden. “So.” Lee Yong-jin and Kang Han-cheol looked at Hase Min and the others and said. “How did things go?” They hadn’t told them. To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings or to put them in a difficult situation. However. Smirk. They had already noticed it. “It went well.” “I see.” “It’s a long story, but to put it briefly…” Lee Shin-woo said. “This place is more like heaven.” Martial artists, players, and even monsters. They were living together without any discrimination. They were not slaves, nor were they being used or living here because they had nowhere else to go. They were staying here of their own free will, living with the Black Orcs. Also. “The Black Orcs’ martial arts…” Hase Min said. “It belongs to the Beast Palace.”