He Became the Genius Blacksmith of the Namgung Family - Chapter 144
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Chapter 144
Episode 144
Deep in the night when everyone was asleep.
The lodging where nine large men were crammed together, sleeping like the dead.
In the very corner among them.
A handsome young man who had his hands folded neatly over his navel was trying to sleep—
Flash!
“….”
Ah, damn it. What a surprise!
“….”
The handsome young man, Namgung Cheon-gang.
With his eyes wide open, he rolled his eyeballs around.
To the left, he could see nine sleeping blacksmiths.
To the right, squeezed between himself and the wall, was Baekseol wearing black cloth.
Snore, snore.
‘Insight Eye activate!’
Smiling warmly at the cute snoring sounds, he checked if there were any hidden people.
As expected.
There were five people in hiding.
Among them, one person’s energy was familiar.
Cheonying.
A bodyguard specializing in assassin protection, sent down by the Master of the family.
Namgung Cheon-gang transmitted his voice to Cheonying.
-Cheonying. Could you quietly deal with the four people hiding in this lodging?
-Yes.
Cheonying’s cold voice came immediately.
From the looks of it, she seemed to intend real ‘dealing’ rather than subduing.
She was going to slit their throats.
-Ah, no, don’t slit throats right away, just knock them out, make them faint, to the point they won’t remember!
An urgent voice.
-Understood.
Cheonying’s response followed.
At the same time.
One shadow caught by the Insight Eye suddenly disappeared.
She appeared in front of the other four hiding people in an instant, then immediately subdued them.
Thud, thud.
‘Whoa.’
The Insight Eye doesn’t show real-time scenes.
Like the infrared cameras from Namgung Cheon-gang’s previous life, it shows phenomena.
Still, it wasn’t difficult to see the overall outline, so the real-time subduing scene was quite clear to see.
‘I thought only her stealth abilities were amazing, but her martial arts skills are incredible too.’
This too is the grace of Namgung.
-Completed.
-Thank you, Cheonying.
Namgung Cheon-gang finished his thanks and sat up.
Then he brought his face close to the ear of snoring Baekseol.
Whisper.
‘Sergeant Baekseol, it’s time to wake up.’
Whisper whisper.
Mmm.
Sergeant Baekseol’s voice mixed with aegyo.
‘Ah, so cute.’
He tried playing a little prank.
But she was so cute his face melted automatically.
‘Enough pranking now.’
Time to properly wake her up.
Shake shake.
‘Baekseol-a, wake up.’
“…Peep?”
When he shook Baekseol’s body to wake her, only then did Sergeant Baekseol wake from sleep.
With a voice still drowsy, she asked if it was morning while sitting up.
‘Moving only her hands while getting up in black cloth, she looks somewhat like a ghost.’
Namgung Cheon-gang spoke in whispers.
Being mindful of any patrolling guard warriors.
Always be careful of enemy territory guard warriors, asleep or awake.
“Peep?”
‘Well, there’s a cute black ghost called Baekseolpera in Western Regions shadow plays. A cute spirit like Baekseol.’
“Pee-eep!”
‘Shh!’
Baekseol always felt good when called cute.
She learned from daddy to thank people who praise her.
Saying that’s what a well-mannered North Sea Albatross does.
She was trying to diligently practice what she learned.
But daddy quickly covered Baekseol’s mouth with one hand.
With the other hand, he gestured for her to be quiet.
Why?
Baekseol’s round, clear eyes widened inside the black cloth.
‘Everyone is sleeping and snoring. You can’t speak loudly. Right?’
Ah.
Right.
Be quiet during sleeping time.
She learned this too.
Come to think of it.
Daddy’s voice was also small.
Baekseol nodded her head.
‘Oh my, good girl.’
Pat pat.
Her head being stroked.
‘Pee, pee.’
The hand covering her mouth was also removed.
Baekseol expressed her joy quietly like daddy, Namgung Cheon-gang.
‘Oh my, how smart she is. How did she grow up so well.’
Namgung Cheon-gang’s eyes naturally curved like crescents, proud of Baekseol who understood his words perfectly.
‘Pee pee.’
Baekseol, who became happy again from his praise, chirped happily.
‘Now then, our Baekseol. Shall we do some more good deeds together with daddy?’
‘Pee pee!’
‘Yes, yes. You’ll do it? So good. Then, can you spit out what we prepared?’
‘Pee!’
Baekseol answered energetically but quietly.
And then, soon.
Retch―
Thud.
Something is vomited out from under the black cloth.
Retch, retch, retch.
Thud, thud thud thud.
Several things are vomited out.
They were round-shaped objects wrapped in cloth.
‘Hehehe.’
Seeing this, Namgung Cheon-gang smiled wickedly.
A good deed to do together with Baekseol.
What’s the big deal?
It’s about making the Nine-Tailed Master Blacksmiths, who are bewitched and have lost their minds and souls, come to their senses.
How?
Namgung Cheon-gang picked up the round-shaped items wrapped in cloth that Baekseol had spat out.
‘With these earthenware lunch boxes!’
He would shout about earthenware lunch boxes in the heart of enemy territory.
‘Muhahaha!’
An earthenware lunch box in one hand.
The other hand on his hip.
And quiet yet frivolous laughter bursting forth.
‘Beep beep beep!’
Baekseol copied him exactly.
‘….’
Cheonying thought they were having fun together.
* * *
Earthenware lunch boxes.
What are these?
They were one of the items that Namgung Cheon-gang had separately prepared when making Hosiu’s bulletproof undergarments.
Anticipating that the kidnapped blacksmiths’ energy would also be depleted like the people of the tail villages.
Is it only their energy that’s like that?
No.
All the kidnapped blacksmiths are poisoned by blood energy, bewitched, and being exploited for labor.
To purify the poisoned blood energy, restore their vitality, and enhance their physical strength, Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup is needed!
The problem was that they couldn’t make Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup with the Cauldron of Purification in the middle of enemy territory.
Thus, what was created was this miniature cauldron made using iron cauldron manufacturing techniques, nicknamed the ‘earthenware lunch box’!
‘By making lunch boxes, filling them with Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup, and having them consume it directly in enemy territory to regain their senses, wouldn’t it save both time and labor?’
Of course, carrying them was itself a problem.
But with Baekseol’s subspace available, all problems were solved.
‘Honey, we should get one of Baekseol’s subspaces for your father’s house too.’
‘With Baekseol’s subspace, you can go anywhere!’
Cute, lovable, and amazing Baekseol!
‘Baekseol really is the best!’
‘Beep!’
Unable to contain his pride in Baekseol, Namgung Cheon-gang suddenly hugged Baekseol tightly.
Baekseol, who had already thrown off the black cloth, was embraced in daddy’s arms and hugged back tightly with her silk-like black wings.
‘….’
Cheonying, watching from the skylight.
She just accepted it now.
Of course, she wanted to hug Baekseol too.
‘Now, the earthenware pots are out.’
Rustling.
The earthenware pots contained the ingredients for Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup.
Lids were made to seal them tightly, and they were also covered with cloth so nothing could leak out.
‘Now all that’s left is to boil them.’
There would be no problem.
‘I can heat them with internal energy.’
Having reached the pinnacle of martial arts, couldn’t he heat a single soup with internal energy?
Moreover, the Myriad Artifacts Returning to the Origin Technique that Namgung Cheon-gang had mastered handled all things, and Cheonloe Jaewang Singong handled the energy of lightning, making him more excellent than anyone at transferring heat without damaging objects.
‘What would the Master and my teacher think if they knew I was using the power of Myriad Artifacts Returning to the Origin Technique and Cheonloe Jaewang Singong to heat earthenware pot soup?’
Holding the earthenware pot with both hands, as he was about to heat the Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup inside with the two divine techniques, this thought suddenly occurred to him.
Instantly, he had a vision of Namgung’s martial arts containing the Sword King’s terrifying power and Mak Noya swinging the Cheonryeo Paseong Soo with all his might.
‘…Gasp!’
Cold sweat streaming down his back.
A scream naturally echoing in his heart.
His face turned pale, and goosebumps rose all over.
‘I must absolutely never get caught.’
The day he gets caught will be his death day.
He shouldn’t even think about it.
They are god-like beings who could even beat up ghosts.
Just by thinking about it, they could immediately sense what he had done.
‘Erase it, erase it, Namgung Cheon-gang. Erase everything about today from your head.’
Making this resolution, Namgung Cheon-gang raised the energy of his divine techniques.
Energy that embraces all things and also burns hot settled in both hands holding the earthenware pot.
Soon, energy where embrace and heat coexisted quietly enveloped the entire earthenware pot.
Bubble.
As soon as the energy enveloped it, the Super Nourishing Ginseng Chicken Soup in the earthenware pot began to boil.
Bubble bubble.
It took less than an instant for it to start boiling completely.
“Good. One is done.”
Namgung Cheon-gang moved his hands to the next earthenware pot.
It didn’t take even a moment to boil all 9 earthenware pots this way.
* * *
Deoksu was dreaming.
A dream of the day he first met Mak Noya.
Good hands for gripping a hammer.
A good body for pounding iron.
He received praise.
He gripped a hammer.
The hammer he touched and held for the first time.
It became the path he would follow for life.
The sound of pounding iron ingots.
Tools made by his own hands.
All of it was truly wonderful.
Enough to remind him of his childhood when everything was possible.
And so.
Continuously, always.
“….”
Deoksu was dreaming.
A dream of the day he first met Mak Noya.
Good hands for gripping a hammer.
A good body for pounding iron.
He received praise.
“…?”
Strange?
It definitely felt like a dream.
Could it not have been a dream?
Right.
It wasn’t a dream, it must have been reality.
A reality where joyful and blissful events continued endlessly.
If it had been a dream, he wouldn’t have been able to feel the sensation of gripping the hammer.
He wouldn’t have been able to hear the clear ringing sound every time.
Wasn’t all of this something that only happened when crafting with a hammer?
Then, he just needed to continue this reality as it was.
Be satisfied, and not think about anything else.
Even if his body grew tired, he would continue.
“….”
Deoksu had a dream.
A dream of the day he first met Mak Noya.
Good hands for gripping a hammer.
A good body for pounding iron.
He received praise.
And then.
“Won’t you come to your senses? You’re thinking about other things again! You damn brat!”
He was scolded.
He was struck with a hammer.
Crack!
His head split open and blood burst forth.
“Heoeo— Mmph!”
And then, Deoksu woke from his dream.
He jerked his upper body upright while screaming from pain so intense his eyes nearly popped out.
No, he tried to scream.
But a hard, callused hand firmly covered his mouth.
He opened his eyes wide from the pain and looked at the owner of the hand.
“Shh, shh. There are Blood Cult followers outside with their eyes blazing as they patrol around. Shhh….”
There was a refreshingly handsome young man.
His eyes were truly clear, as if they had captured the very clarity of the sky.
Who was this?
No, before that, had he asked him to be quiet?
Seeing him raise one finger of his other hand to his lips and gesture that he shouldn’t make noise, it seemed that was the case.
Drawn by the young man’s clear eyes, Deoksu unconsciously nodded his head.
And then he saw it.
A bowl the size of a small pot held in his own hands.
‘What is this?’
It was so absurd that his dialect came out naturally.
‘But, really….’
It looked delicious.
Chicken cut into bite-sized pieces.
White broth.
Finely chopped green onions.
Medicinal herbs that looked expensive at first glance.
A fragrance that tickled his nose and even cleared his mind.
‘But, I feel like I’ve smelled this somewhere before?’
Just a moment ago, when Master Mak Noya was hitting his head with the hammer, he thought he had smelled it then.
“Come on, drink the whole bowl down. You did eat a little, but your body hasn’t fully recovered yet. So drink it all down in one shot.”
In a daze.
As he held what looked like a tonic soup bowl, the young man with those clear eyes spoke.
While gesturing for him to hurry up and eat.
Deoksu, as if entranced.
Drank the tonic soup in his hands.
Slurp.
“Kheueok.”
A sound of his insides clearing came out naturally.
“Kheueok.”
From here and there.
The same sound.
* * *
While serving super nutritious ginseng chicken soup to the elders by cooking it in earthenware pots with internal energy.
-Someone is approaching.
Cheonying’s telepathic message reached him.
‘Huk!’
Namgung Cheon-gang thought this was trouble.
He firmly gripped an empty bowl that had been set down by someone who had finished one bowl and was on their second, and stood in front of the door.
Unwelcoming of the stranger’s visit, he was ready to smash pot with pot as soon as they entered.
-It’s Hosiu.
But it was someone he knew?
Namgung Cheon-gang put down the earthenware pot.
At the same time, the door opened.
“Oh my, Hosiu!”
In a low but very welcoming voice, he raised one hand high in welcome.
Hosiu, who was entering.
His narrow eyes started to open slightly at the warm welcome, but soon returned to their original state.
Then he raised one hand as well.
“Oh my, Master!”
He returned the greeting with the same tone and gesture.
Soon he lowered his hand and they shook hands.
‘When you raise your hand, you raise your hand together! That’s it!’
If you don’t follow along, it’s embarrassing, awkward, and shameful.
He was happy that Hosiu followed along perfectly.
When he lowered his hand, Hosiu did the same.
And they even shook hands.
Ah, how moving.
Did Hosiu also get the response?
“That was exactly what I wanted, your intuition is amazing?”
“Aren’t I someone who lives by reading the room? One hint is enough.”
“Heh, as expected, Haomun is Haomun~”
“That’s right! But what kind of greeting is this? It’s so full of warmth, it seems like a greeting used when meeting old friends.”
“It’s a very old neighborhood greeting. And you hit the nail on the head. It’s full of affection, so it’s good to use frequently between close people.”
“Ooh. That means you consider me close! This Hosiu is moved, Master!”
“Oh my. I should be close with martial arts information organizations, of course. We’re the closest of friends.”
“…Master!”
“…Lord Hosiu!”
After the handshake.
As they shared their deep friendship through conversation, friendship dripped from their gazing eyes.
Soon.
Whoosh.
They embraced each other strongly.
And Hosiu thought.
‘As expected, when it comes to reading the mood, it’s March! When it comes to reading the mood, it’s Hosiu! Since I’ve inadvertently captured Master’s heart, he’ll forget about being kicked!’
Namgung Cheon-gang also thought.
‘Lord Hosiu is like a hundred-year-old fox. He’ll forgive me for kicking and threatening him!’
‘Hehehe.’
‘Kekeke.’
The two were quite alike.
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