Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 57

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57.

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“Neinooooooom!”

At Jacheongbi’s fury, the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees trembled without even being able to scream. The trees bowed their branches and the streams and waterfalls silenced their sounds.

“How dare you present such a painting to me!”

Jacheongbi threw the paper at the Scholar’s face. It was a painting depicting Mundoryeong. A radiant smile like a newly bloomed flower petal and graceful, fluttering movements. It was a figure as if a fairy from the Heavenly Realm had descended. The problem was that all the lines were roughly smudged and completely ruined.

“…Hi, euk! This! This! Please take a look at this!”

The Scholar, lying flat on the floor, trembled as he held out the broken brush with shaking arms.

“Oh my. Are you trying to blame the brush now?”

Jacheongbi’s gaze fell upon the brush bristles that were bent and broken in various directions.

“N-no, that’s not it. My, my skills are lacking, so with th-this brush, it’s ab-absolutely impossible…”

“Enough. In the end, you’re blaming the brush, aren’t you.”

Jacheongbi’s energy surged violently.

“Kuh, euk!”

The Scholar, whose breath was cut off, welled up with tears.

“My lady.”

At that moment, Mundoryeong gently grasped Jacheongbi’s hand.

“Please don’t be so angry, my lady. Even with the brush in such a ruined state, he still managed to create a painting. Isn’t that commendable? Rather, he deserves a reward.”

“What reward! Look how that ugly fellow has drawn my husband!”

“My lady. Last time you asked how you could untie these clothes ties, didn’t you? I wish my lady would be a little more…”

Mundoryeong placed Jacheongbi’s hand on his clothes ties.

“I wish you were more generous.”

Mundoryeong, holding his wife’s hand over his own, slowly untied his clothes ties.

“…Draw. Quickly.”

Jacheongbi, entranced by her husband’s gentle smile, reached toward the desk. Then she threw one of the brushes rolling around to the Scholar.

-…If you do that, Jacheongbi will surely give you a new brush. A brush imbued with heavenly energy.

It was just as Calisia had said.

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“The lip color here is a bit ambiguous. Can’t you make it a little more stimulating, Brother Mun?”

Calisia looked down at the painting depicting Jacheongbi and Mundoryeong while stroking her chin.

“Look here! It’s already dirty enough! Haa… stimulating.”

“It needs to be sacrilegious enough that the Mask Dancers forget about their search. Do you think I enjoy this?”

“The Mask Dancers would be busy running away just from seeing those two holding hands. Seeing them with their lips pressed together like this, eung! We’d be lucky if they don’t fall backward. Moreover, th-this! Look at Jacheongbi’s hand!”

The Scholar pointed at Jacheongbi’s hand, busy untying clothes ties, and frowned.

“Tsk! But what are you doing?”

The Scholar looked around at Ian, who was unusually quiet. His gaze fixed on the painting, his pale complexion, and his ears burning red as if about to burst.

“Look at this. Hasn’t he fainted while standing?”

The Scholar looked at Ian, who wasn’t moving at all, and sighed deeply.

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“Next.”

People wearing wooden masks lined up in a row in front of a vine-covered rock. They were workers gathered for body searches before leaving the field. The Scholar with his bundle also mixed into the line, waiting his turn.

“Strip.”

The Scholar entrusted his body to the Mask Dancers with a familiar expression. Soon his ankle was grabbed and his vision flipped from top to bottom with a whoosh.

“You bastard!”

A moment later, the Mask Dancers threw the Scholar’s body aside in fury.

“You know your own crime!”

“What’s the problem this time?”

The Scholar, who had rolled refreshingly on the dirt floor, replied as if he had no strength to argue.

“What’s in your bundle!”

“Bundle? Well, that’s…”

At the mention of the bundle, the Scholar showed a bitter expression and averted his eyes. Like someone who had something weighing on his mind.

“Right! You’re finally digging your own grave. Hurry up and open it!”

“D-do we really have to open it here?”

The Scholar hugged his bundle tightly while reading the situation. The Mask Dancers snatched the bundle away with tremendous force.

“How dare you steal heavenly objects, death is… Eek!”

The Mask Dancer who roughly opened the bundle made a strange sound and convulsed. It was because of the erotic paintings that spilled out from the bundle. Jacheongbi and Mundoryeong embracing and kissing throughout the mountains and fields. The Mask Dancers were collectively shocked by the paintings depicting the intimate moments of their master and mistress.

“Wh-what kind of crazy bastard is this! Such sacrilege!”

“Sacrilege! Crazy bastard! I only drew what Lady Jacheongbi told me to draw! That’s why I said not to open it here!”

The Scholar, incensed at being called crazy, pointed accusingly at the Mask Dancers.

“And do you know how precious this brush is to drop it on the ground! This is the Heavenly Brush that Lady Jacheongbi personally bestowed upon me!”

The Scholar shouted at the top of his lungs with veins bulging in his neck. Then he thrust the brush and erotic paintings in front of the Mask Dancers’ eyes.

“Go! Go! Go! Hurry and leave! Quickly!”

The Mask Dancer who dared not look at the erotic paintings squeezed his eyes shut. Even waving his hands dismissively. The Scholar grumbled as he hastily packed his bundle.

“Why are you so slow! Hurry up and go!”

The Mask Dancer pretended to kick the Scholar’s bottom while complaining. It was as if he would blow him away if he didn’t disappear immediately.

“Alright! Geez!”

At the Mask Dancer’s fierce urging, the Scholar secretly smiled.

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“Haa…”

The Scholar, who had safely escaped the field, staggered while hugging his bundle. It was because the strength had left his legs.

“Really. This is the first time in my life my heart has become as small as a bean.”

“For someone like that, you sure ran your mouth well, Brother Mun.”

Calisia giggled and received the brush from the Scholar. She carefully opened the brush cap and shook out the seeds inside.

“Let’s see. Soybeans, red beans, mung beans, black-eyed peas, buckwheat. You brought them correctly.”

Glossy seeds piled up quite nicely on Calisia’s palm.

“Brother Mun! Soettong! Look at this. The color is different, the color is different.”

Ian and the Scholar bent down and stared intently into the small palm. Indeed, the small seeds were glowing brilliantly while giving off a fragrant scent.

“What should we make to eat with these?”

Calisia buried her nose in her palm. The savory smell seemed to already be vibrating.

“How about that red bean porridge we had in Tiger Disaster Village? It’s warm and soft, so it won’t be burdensome for the sick.”

Ian spoke while recalling Calisia eating red bean porridge straight from the bowl.

“How about buckwheat pancakes or mung bean pancakes? Since we’re eating anyway, we need to add some oil to this.”

The Scholar licked his lips while imagining the crispy yet chewy charm of pancakes.

“On a bright moonlit night in a scenic place, drinking rice wine with golden pancakes… Mmph!”

“Ugh! Stop! Stop! Don’t even mention the letter ‘S’ of alcohol in front of me for a while. My stomach is still churning to death.”

Calisia covered the Scholar’s mouth and dry heaved.

“Ugh, when I really think about drinking because of Jacheongbi!”

“Jacheongbi would be disappointed. Peach Blossom Wine is precious alcohol that only heavenly gods drink.”

“That may be so… But still, she should have gone easy on me!”

Anyone who has suffered from a severe hangover would know. How much it makes a person go crazy and jump around. Moreover, Peach Blossom Wine was strong liquor from the Heavenly Realm. So how terrible must that pain have been?

“Your soul must have become clearer and your Divine Power incomparably stronger.”

“Even without Peach Blossom Wine, if you train right up to the brink of death, you can achieve that much… Ah, but I told you to stop talking about alcohol! Ugh! Ah, seriously, I think I smell Peach Blossom Wine again somewhere.”

Calisia bent over at the waist and kept retching. It seemed like a strong peach scent was wafting from somewhere.

“What do you say, shall I give you a sip?”

Rustle—

Through Calisia’s downward gaze, the hem of red robes briefly flashed past.

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