Episode 129: What are you dreaming about when you’re drunk?
We arrived at Hwangcheongak the next day.
The investigators and execution officers warmly welcomed me back after a long time. In particular, the morale of Hwangcheongak skyrocketed again due to the capture of Daechwima’s subordinates.
My office was just as well-organized as when I left, and I could tell that Seo Dae-ryong was taking good care of his office, just as the flowers in the pots by the window were growing well.
“Bring all the backlogged work.”
“I brought it because I knew you would. “These are matters that each governor must handle directly.”
I thought there must have been a lot of work behind, but when I looked at the documents Seo Dae-ryong presented me, it turned out that there wasn’t as much work as I thought.
When I looked at it, I saw that he had completed everything meticulously, except for the work that absolutely had to be done by me. I once again confirmed that he is better than me when it comes to Hwangcheongak. There is no need to worry since you are learning martial arts from Hyeolcheon Doma.
‘You’re growing well, our next Nether Footnote.’
Seo Dae-ryong may not have even thought that I was thinking like this.
At that time, another investigator came in carrying a box.
“This is something addressed to you, Lord.”
“Who sent it?”
“It was sent by Chumazon.”
When they captured Chwima’s men, did they send something? I asked the Magons about getting drunk, and he made the first move before I did.
The inspector put down the box and left.
When I was about to open the box, Seo Dae-ryong suddenly shouted.
“Be careful!”
“It’s a surprise! why?”
“What are you going to do if poisonous smoke breaks out? I was going to say that, but I guess not. “There’s no way I would kill you just because of a guy who killed someone while drinking and driving a carriage.”
“of course. “In fact, I almost died of shock because of you.”
When I opened the box, there was a bottle of alcohol inside.
“I sent you alcohol.”
The moment I picked up the bottle, I was startled.
“You sent a bottle, not alcohol.”
The bottle was empty.
“Isn’t this some kind of precious pottery?”
“Isn’t it just a common liquor bottle sold at the author?”
“Why did you send a bottle of cheap liquor to each governor? “Isn’t this about fighting?”
It was obvious that he would react like this. Why did they send an empty bottle?
“This is a warning from drunkards. “Please release your own person.”
“If that were the case, I would have sent a broken liquor bottle. “I sent a knife.”
“Then why did you send it?”
“Is there any need to worry?”
I suddenly got up from my seat.
“What are you going to do?”
“What is there to do with Chuma?”
I took the bottle and left the office.
“You should have a drink.”
* * *
Holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand, I entered Daechwirim, where the drunkard lived. Since I had announced in advance that I would visit, a messenger was waiting to guide me.
We entered Daechwirim under the guidance of the guide.
Houses were built all over the place, from huts to large manors. All kinds of houses were built, which gave a beautiful yet free-spirited feel.
In particular, there were large and small breweries making alcohol throughout Daechwirim, and there were drunk people sitting on benches drinking or even lying down completely intoxicated. On the good side, it was free, and on the bad side, it looked like a mess.
But I know. Although this place was not large in number compared to the subordinates of other mazons, it was a place where relatively skilled people gathered. So the looks in the eyes of those who appeared to be drunk were unusual.
There was a lake in the middle of the bamboo forest.
There was a small island in the middle of the lake, and a pavilion was built there for the horse to live.
We took a small ferry and headed there.
The driver who brought me dropped me off on the island and went back.
I slowly walked towards the shrine. At the entrance, a woman welcomed me with the door open.
“Welcome, Confucius. “My name is Yeobin.”
She, with her elegant appearance, was an expert who belonged to the top three drunkards, just like Gu Ma-yeong, the third-generation drunkard I met last time.
“Mazon is waiting. “Please go here.”
I went inside slowly.
The place she guided us to was a pavilion named Chumongru (醉夢樓).
When I went up to the pavilion, there was Chuma there.
He was asleep, leaning back on a soft, fur-covered chair.
The place was a mess, reeking of alcohol. There were dozens of liquor bottles scattered everywhere. There were liquor bottles that had fallen over and others that were standing upright.
But I could feel it. These liquor bottles are not just liquor bottles lying around. I could instinctively feel that if a fight broke out with him here, these would all become his weapons. It could have been activated as a true method. It was a mess, but it wasn’t a mess.
He was evaluated as being dull by Ilhwageomjon, and was evaluated as unpleasant by Extreme Soma. He was showing me a new side now. The sight of him falling asleep while drunk.
Drunk Drunk What kind of dreams are you dreaming about?
I stood for a moment and looked at the lake sparkling with sunlight beyond the lake, and then sat down about ten steps away from him. I put down the bottle of alcohol I brought in front of me.
Then, Chuma slowly opened his eyes as if he was popular.
Daechwima Song Sa-hyuk (宋思赫).
He is young and handsome. He was one of the most handsome men in our school and also looked much younger than his age. It looked like he hadn’t shaved his beard for a few days, but the reason he looked manly rather than dirty was because he was handsome.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he asked me while drinking the drink in front of him.
“Would you like a drink?”
The last image of him before returning was superimposed on his face. His weakened appearance, with only his bones remaining.
When I returned to the main school to obtain materials for the return method, Chu Ma was alive. However, it was just a life, not a living life.
He was in bed. It was also said that he had been suffering from an illness for a very long time. At the time, the doctor diagnosed the disease as caused by drinking too much alcohol.
A drunkard dies from alcoholism?
This shocked everyone and became the subject of ridicule from those who hated him.
-Would you like to have a drink?
Those were the first words he said to me while he was lying in a hospital bed. Even then and now, the first words he said to me were the same.
Those words echoed in my heart, and the now vibrant image of Chuma was superimposed on his sick face.
“Is this a drink you might like?”
“it’s okay.”
He drank the alcohol he was holding by himself, as if he wasn’t going to force it.
“Why did you come here now? “Am I not that popular among the Palmazons?”
“Usually the main character appears last.”
“Am I the main character of your story?”
“I am the main character of my story. Chwima will either be a helper or an opponent. What about Chuma’s story? What is my role? Is your brother your helper? Or is it me?”
Chwima stared at me and asked instead of answering.
“Do you like alcohol?”
“There was a time when I liked it.”
“now?”
“Let’s drink enough to match the mood of the drinking party.”
“You’re still young, but you speak as if you have a story.”
I confidently asked back at his laughable reaction.
“Isn’t the story of youth a story?”
Chuma laughed. My first thought was that the handsome man’s smile must have made women cry.
“What kind of alcohol do you like?”
“I haven’t drunk enough to develop a taste for it yet. “Easy-to-drink alcohol is better than hard liquor.”
I was exploring myself with questions about alcohol.
His eyes turned to the bottle of alcohol in front of me.
“What kind of alcohol did you bring?”
“Why do you assume it’s alcohol? “It might be water, or it might be Germany.”
He grinned at my answer and poured a drink into his glass. He didn’t ask me to follow him and I didn’t offer to follow him.
“Why do you think I sent an empty liquor bottle?”
“I don’t know. “I wonder if they sent me to ask about that.”
“How did you feel when you got it? “Tell me honestly.”
“Honestly? “You must feel bad.”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s done. “I’m sure he’ll be angry.”
“I promise I won’t get angry. If you’re angry, you can drink. Don’t we have alcohol? “Go to sleep.”
“I had this thought. “What is this guy going to do now?”
Chuma flinched for a moment and then drank the drink in front of him.
“Feel so good!”
When he put down the bottle, he looked in a good mood.
“I like alcohol like this. “When I drink, I forget everything and feel better.”
He drank one glass and spoke as if he had drunk one bottle.
“If you were so annoyed, why did you come?”
“It’s an opportunity to find out what kind of person Chuma is. “Is this someone I can accept or not? Is this someone I can achieve great things with? Or is he just a drunkard?”
It was the first time in my life that I felt the magical energy of the intoxicating drink secretly flowing out. The moment his magical energy surrounded my body, as if my cycle was mixed, I felt dizzy as if I was drunk.
I activated the Heavenly Demon Defense Technique. The dizzy feeling disappeared and I found peace of mind.
As my eyes remained unwavering, surprise flashed across Chuma’s face.
“Do you like drinking alcohol?”
As he withstood his momentum and even asked questions, Chuma withdrew his magical energy.
“Do you like alcohol? “Is that what you want to ask Chwima?”
“Isn’t that something you should ask since you are a master of magic?”
“What does it mean?”
“You should ask a martial artist if he likes martial arts, a musician if he likes music, and a painter if he likes painting. You should ask the owner of a pub what selling alcohol is like. But isn’t this a question you should ask those people at least once? Now let me ask you again. “Do you like alcohol?”
“!”
Chuma blatantly showed an expression on his face that said, “Look at this guy.”
“You are truly a different person than the rumors say. I admit it. “Of all the people I’ve met, you are the furthest from the rumors.”
“I hear that too often. I don’t know who the person is who is spreading rumors about me, but I think I need to catch them and scold them. If you’re going to pay, pay the right amount.”
“If I’m going to deal with you, I’ll have to drink and it’ll be difficult for me to be sober.”
“Isn’t that something you have to say in your heart?”
“Drinking alcohol is such a big deal.”
He drank alcohol in succession.
“What kind of alcohol is that? “It must be hard to find alcohol outside, right?”
“It’s one of my preconceptions about myself. “I can drink just about anything.”
As if to prove it, he threw his glass at me.
A glass of alcohol slowly flew through the air and floated in front of my face.
I smelled alcohol.
“Oh, what about this drink?”
“That’s right. “This is the alcohol I got from the pungryu bar you often go to.”
It meant that he was keeping an eye on me.
“I will let go of my preconceptions.”
It was he who retrieved the drinking glass. The returned glass tilted in the air and he opened his mouth underneath to drink.
The empty wine glass fell onto the table. It moved so smoothly that no sound was heard.
You can guess his skills just by looking at him using airborne techniques. It’s a neat move that makes you wonder how a drunk person could do this.
“You are amazing too. “I can’t believe it was alcohol from a pungryu bar just by the smell.”
“It’s because I’ve only been drinking at that place these days. “Isn’t the taster the one who knows all the tastes of alcohol in the world just by smell?”
“How can you know all the alcohol in the world?”
Contrary to his humble words, Chuma was famous for being able to guess alcohol by smell.
Chuma drank again. The more alcohol he drank, the more flushed his face became. I thought that my complexion would not change at all even if I drank horse liquor, but my face turned red to the point where it was noticeable.
“They say drinking alcohol makes you feel better. “Isn’t that true of you?”
“It depends on who you’re drinking with.”
“Alcohol tastes best when you drink it alone.”
“I don’t know much about that world yet.”
“Oh my! “You don’t know the fun of this paradise!”
It was a lie. When I was a ronin, I drank a lot alone. At that time, alcohol was my friend, my escape, my sanctuary. And it was the devil who tempted me to destruction.
“You should have taught me how to drink! To this hobby.”
“Right. My father taught me how to drink wrong. “I’ll tell you when I see you tomorrow.”
Chu Ma knew it was a joke, so he laughed and drank.
The more drunk he got, the more his body tilted. He acted like a normal person was drunk. While drinking, I spilled my drink. It was difficult to tell how much was real and how much was acting.
He was let down, but I don’t think he was letting down his guard. Rather, now is probably the most dangerous moment to fight. If you want to fight him, you have to sober him up first.
“Now that I think about it, I see. “It was also a preconceived notion that I would drink an infinite amount of alcohol just to get drunk.”
“I’m drunk, so I’ll drink in moderation. “Even those who don’t know how to drink are dissatisfied.”
“That is correct.”
“Have you ever had a fight while drinking?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“Try it. It’s really awesome. It relieves tension and makes me less scared. Even if it hits, it hurts less. Would you like to increase your power by 30%? “I think all the masters left in the history of Moorim drank and fought.”
He looked at the drink in front of me.
“So drink it. Alcohol will give you strength. “Alcohol will soothe you.”
I finally picked up the bottle of alcohol I brought. Then he slowly opened the cap of the liquor bottle.
“Probably not.”
The moment when the scent of alcohol spreads!
Chwima, who had been sitting at an angle as if lying down, suddenly stood up. It was a drink he knew.
I put down the drink again in front of me without drinking it and said calmly.
“I know very well how a person who is addicted to alcohol feels.”