The Return of the Crazy Demon
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chapter-194
I look at the list of unfamiliar Murim people and find that I am included in the Six Dragons- a group being collectively known as the rising warriors of the orthodox side.
I am Low-Down Sect Leader, Lee Zaha, one of the Six Dragons.
However, obsessing over special titles makes life tough and worthless, so I head for the shabby guesthouse that should have finished being cleaned.
Contrary to how he looks, Ghost Demon says with clear words,
“Why should I stay in such a filthy place? We have a lot of money.”“A secluded guest house is the most comfortable place. We can have the escort do all the cleaning.”
“I want to stay in the residences in the cities and challenge Sword Demon senior more. His swordsmanship was impressive. If I stay here, to go there is so…”
Ghost Demon looks at Pervert Demon.
“Contact me and I will come to you.”
Ghost Demon competed in swordsmanship and lost, and that seemed to leave a stain on his heart for now. This is the nature of this guy. It is because he was preparing for his revenge in a very systematic manner for a long time. Actually, it is right for a person of Kangho to want to be strong.
Pervert Demon responds,
“You are welcome to spar, but if you try to fight without training then it will be more unpleasant. The right time to train is important and I will arrange it. But it isn’t now.”“I get it.”
It was because of Ghost Demon’s determination that he could focus on training to beat Sword Demon. After a while, we arrived at the Heavenly Ruler Guest House, and I spoke to the two who were walking.
“This definitely looks cleaner than before, a nice guest house and it’s not smelly now.”
“What?”
With my finger, I point to the signpost.
“Look. Traces of the Butcher are still here. I did kill him, but to be honest, the Butcher is stronger than you two.”
Pervert Demon nods his head.
“Then how strong will the master of that man be? If you beat his disciple to death and use the guest house of his, he is bound to feel uncomfortable and anxious.”
Pervert Demon and Ghost Demon look blankly at me. I convey my words.
“If I can get stronger by embracing the discomfort, I can endure it. Six Dragons or shit. I don’t know. For a while, I want to forget about the Low-Down Sect, the subordinates, and the Demonic Cult. Butcher is strong. So, you both should be careful.”
Actually, this is similar to the psychological state that the Ghost Demon is in after being defeated by Sword Demon. For the time being, all I can think of is to get stronger.
After confirming that the eyes of the two changed, I wrap it up briefly.
“I confirm.”
The two demons also respond to my words.
“I confirm.”
“I confirm too.”
I look at the two people as they dispersed after a while, then go into the guesthouse. The warriors of the Mong family were waiting to speak to me.
“Sect Leader, you are here?”
“You have done so much. Your young master has gone, so go.”
Looking around, I noticed the door at the entrance was repaired, and the bodies were moved to the cart. A few people were making repairs to the wall of the floor and were putting new boards up.
And when I took out a pouch from my pocket all of them waved their hands
“Sect Leader, the young master told us to not accept any money, we will leave.”
“I am not that guy’s subordinate.”
I take out coins which can be used to drink alcohol and pass it to each one of them.
“Have a drink and head home.”
The warriors had awkward faces and say,
“Thank you, I will use it well.”
One by one, the warriors leave, and one person says,
“Sect Leader?”
“Yes.”
“It is the first time we came to see that our young master has a friend who isn’t a woman but a man. It will not be easy because of his temper and his self-centered nature, but he has suffered too much.”
I nod my head.
“I am not his friend, so don’t feel grateful to me.”
“Yes. Then, please do well in the future.”
Shaking my hand, I say,
“Ah, do not worry. I will often beat him onto the right path whenever he strays. As you all know, this guy is the type of guy who needs to be hit.”
The warrior who spoke to me was in his mid-twenties and says in a calm tone,
“You are right. He is on the verge of being kicked out of the house, so please do beat him often. We will deliver this news to the head too.”
Then I smile and answer.
“I can handle that.”
“Yes.”
When I look into the kitchen, I see the escort of the young lord washing the floor. And I realize something odd.
‘He didn’t run?’
It wouldn’t have been strange for him to leave with only the warriors of the Mong family in the guest house.
“… you ate?”
The escort replies,
“I had some dumplings.”
“Where did you get the dumplings?”
“The warriors of the Mong family were giving them out. And there were some food ingredients in here, so I made them.”
“Why didn’t you run?”
The escort says while mopping,
“I made a promise, so I will think about it after cleaning.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
I smile and look at the guy. I don’t know what this one was thinking. I had the feeling that big and small changes were happening all at once in my life, and yet I was accepting them all.
A dark evening. While I sit cross legged on the floor, I think about how this is a place that receives guests. I should have put a sign up saying that this place was closed for the time being.
I sit in the place where the tables were put together, and quietly wait for the guests to speak.
The guest who is sitting there says,
“Aren’t you open for business?”
The escort sticks his head out of the kitchen.
“No.”
“Where is the Butchering one?”
My eyes blink open at that.
‘Butchering?’
Since it is a word referring to the guy who kills, it meant he could be a sahyung or a person who knew the Butcher. I uncross my legs and look over the railing of the second floor.
A man in his 40’s with a black fishing rod asks me,
“Who are you?”
I answer by looking into the man’s eyes.
“The one who killed the Butcher.”
The man smiles and says,
“You? It is impossible. Where is my sajae?”
Who does this guy think I am? Even after I speak the truth, the guy doesn’t seem to believe me.
At this time, a woman dressed in red comes from the entrance and says,
“Josu Sahyung, I am late.”
The old man looks at her. Since what she held in her hand was a Horse Tack1, I could guess who the woman was.
I saw this woman for the first time.
“Samae2 coachman, come here.”
The woman looks slightly surprised.
“Who are you?”
And in this way, Jo Do-pyun, becomes the disciple of Master Baek Wei.
The simple meaning of butchering, whipping, and cutting.
In an occupational sense, a fisherman, animal butcherer, and horse trainer.
It was like watching the Low-Down Sect I made. The guy with fishing rod says to her,
“That guy killed the disciple. If the guy in the kitchen doesn’t want to die, come here.”
At that time, a tall man at the entrance of the place lowers his head and appears as if pulling himself out.
“Jo Sahyung, I am here.”
I ask this new giant.
“What are you? Are you some late coming actor? You are late knowing you will be eating?”
The giant answers as he takes a hatchet out of his waistband and places it on the table.
“What is that mad man? Sahyung?”
The fisherman shakes his head.
“I don’t know. Trying to figure him out.”
It was the first time I had seen a hatchet that looked like this. Judging by the fact that he had animal skin on like a bandit, he must be a woodcutter.
I look at the Woodcutter.
“Then you must be the woodcutter.”
Judging by their level of martial arts, it seems like the hierarchy ranking from strongest to weakest is the Fisherman, Butcher, Woodcutter, and Coachman.
At this time, the escort comes from the kitchen and speaks,
“Senior Butcher and young lord were chasing the Low-Down Sect Leader. Wait. Should I get you a drink?”
The woodcutter, who came in last, waves his hand.
“It is obvious the alcohol wouldn’t be good, so it is fine.”
“Yes.”
Only then did the guy smile and say,
“Ah, you must be the reinforcements called in by the young lord. Come down here. I am in a position to do anything, so I have things to say.”
I also smile and say,
“You are in a position, my ass.”
The three of them look up. If the order of power is close to skill, then the Fisherman is stronger than the Butcher. It meant that the Woodcutter and the Coachman are on the same level as the Butcher or a step below.
In any case, if the three of them work together, I don’t have a winning chance.
Of course, dying and killing are different things.
During the middle of a moment of silence, I hear a conversation between two people in front of the guesthouse. The moment that I decided to deal with these people, two more people appeared making me sigh.
“Are there more?”
The conversation outside was like this,
“Let us have one drink.”
“I don’t want to man; the guesthouse is so dirty. It is obvious that the food will not taste good.”
“Don’t be particularly anxious about it, just one drink and we can go out to have fun.”
“But why in this place?”
“Alcohol is expensive in the city. Among them, the food places are more expensive. Save money by drinking here. It is frustrating to go around with someone who is like you. Why are you the one being frustrated?”
Two people move to the entrance and sit down in an empty seat. I nod and look at the new guests.
Fortunately, it was shit face and Yukhap.
To decipher their conversation, they saw the three idiots come and chased after them. Of course, they are ones who have a lot of awareness so they must have noticed them right away.
Pervert Demon looks at me.
“Take the order. This shitty server. A guest came in so why are you staring at me like that?”
Ghost Demon taps Pervert Demon.
“Why are you speaking so carelessly to the server?”
“Look at him. This place is no cheap one.”
Ghost Demon looks at me.
“True.”
“…”
The Fisherman, Woodcutter and Coachman all glare at the two. It seems like they were shocked at what they were seeing.
At that time, the escort says,
“The young lord is away, so the two of you must wait. The inside of the guest house is under renovation, so the only thing we can offer you is the alcohol so wait.”
What is this atmosphere…?
It feels like chaos was rising in the shabby guest house, and the Pervert Demon tells the Coachman who was glaring,
“Why are you staring like that? Never seen a handsome man?”
The red-haired woman snorts and touches her horse tack. And their leader, the Fisherman, answers,
“Ah, did you guys come to help the young lord? The second son of the Mong family and Master Yukhap? I know that the Mong family belongs to the orthodox but to have Master Yukhap here. When did you stick with Demonic Cult?”
The two demons keep their mouths shut.
“…”
The Fisherman looks up at me,
“I was worried because you looked young, but you are the Low-Down Sect Leader. Did you really kill the Butcher? It is impossible with your skills. Or did the young lord’s troops betray him?”
I sigh.
“Actually…”
“Go on.”
“The time it took to kill him was equivalent to how long it takes me to drink a cup of tea. Everyone will be shocked, but I had to avenge my sahyung.”
To which the Fisherman says,
“There aren’t many warriors who can kill him in that timeframe. You, even more so. I will torture you to find out what happened.”
This time, the Fisherman looks at the two demons.
“The two of you, don’t get hurt by stepping in without permission.”
I put my hands together and ask him and the other two,
“I get it now, so let’s head outside. I am tired of watching this guesthouse collapse.”
“…”
“I am Low-Down Sect Leader. It is true that I killed the Butcher. I have no intention of running away, so let’s head out and fight. Cause I won’t run away.”
The three of them stand up.
“Come out now.”
I watch the two demons while the others go out and I have nothing much to say.
“I confirm.”
Pervert Demon gets up and smiles with scary eyes.
“I will fight the red coachman.”
Master Yukhap wasn’t sure of the situation and asks,
“Why?”
To which Pervert Demon says,
“I naturally become stronger when I fight against women. It is my instinct so don’t ask anymore.”
After staring at him for a while, Yukhap says,
“I confirm.”
As a result, the fight between this guy and the Red Coachman, Ghost Demon and the Woodcutter and Crazy Demon vs Fisherman is confirmed. Perhaps the one who will referee this will be the escort cleaning the kitchen.
Editor’s Notes
