The Owner Of The Thousand Gold Coins Is A Military Official - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18

There are two ways to prove one’s identity as the Young Patriarch of Cheongeumjang.

One is the identification plaque.

And the other is overwhelming wealth.

The identification plaque possessed by the Young Patriarch is also an unlimited promissory note.

“You seem quite relaxed.”

Revenge against the one who took my life in my previous existence?

Or revenge for shattering my dantian?

There’s nothing particular to do about either.

Who can I blame for dying after getting caught up in a fight between masters?

My shattered dantian?

Should I blame the Demonic Sect for my mistake in learning demonic arts from miscellaneous martial arts manuals I bought?

What’s important right now is solely the future of Cheongeumjang.

Since I witnessed at least part of Cheongeumjang’s declining future in my previous life, I must prevent it.

And what’s most closely related to this was the Jeongma Great War.

The most likely place where the first clue might be found.

I was about to head to that place when.

“Cheongeumjang is still pointlessly arrogant as always.”

The middle-aged man seems like this isn’t his first time at Cheongeumjang.

“It is Cheongeumjang, after all. Such an arrogant place…”

How dare they, within the clear territory of Cheongeumjang.

Even with the main building right before their eyes.

I stood still, watching them speak such insolent words.

They too discovered Cheongun and stopped in their tracks for a moment.

“What, what’s this.”

“It, it appears to be a guard.”

Perhaps because he had just dressed and equipped himself with sword and clothing to leave Cheongeumjang, they couldn’t even imagine that Cheongun might be the Young Patriarch.

“You’re a guard? Whose guard are you and where are you going?”

It would be good to reveal my identity right away, but what fun would there be in that?

I had plenty of time, and the expressions of shock or serious distortion would be quite worth seeing, so Cheongun decided to play along appropriately.

“The Patriarch said guests would be coming.”

“Oh, as expected he did. Is the Patriarch in good health?”

“Yes. He is in good health.”

What purpose did they come for?

To find that out, I first need to determine where they came from.

Checking what was on their clothing, I saw the name Daeheunsangdan written there.

Daeheunsangdan was also a trading company of considerable scale.

Of course, it couldn’t compare to Cheongeumjang.

“Ah, and what kind of person is the Young Patriarch?”

“You’re asking about the Young Patriarch?”

Information about Cheongeumjang’s Young Patriarch was extremely limited.

So much so that even the Beggar’s Sect or Hao Sect didn’t have proper information.

All they knew was roughly his age – that was all there was about Cheongeumjang’s Young Patriarch.

“That’s right. The Young Patriarch must also be present, wouldn’t he?”

“Haha, you know you won’t be able to hear about that anyway, don’t you?”

At those words, the guard behind the man drew his sword and pointed it at Cheongun’s neck.

“Even though this is Cheongeumjang, it doesn’t mean a mere guard can commit such rudeness.”

“Ah, enough. There’s no need to cause trouble unnecessarily.”

“Yes, I apologize.”

It’s so absurd I can’t even laugh.

If someone else saw this, wouldn’t they think he was some high-ranking official?

“We’ve arrived.”

“Good.”

The guidance was finished, but Cheongun’s steps didn’t stop.

How dare a guard enter directly through the front door of Jangzujeon?

At this impossible occurrence, the man and his party looked at Cheongun with surprised expressions.

“Daeheunsang… Cheongun?”

Cheongjin’s eyes looking at his son were also filled with bewilderment.

“Father. I’ve brought the guests.”

“Ah, yes. You must have met them on your way out.”

“Fa, Father? Father… you said?”

Calling the Patriarch ‘Father’ means the Young Patriarch they were curious about is the person right before their eyes.

The person who heard all those words about being pointlessly arrogant and haughty.

“Y-Young Patriarch! I am the Danju of Daeheunsangdan…”

“Haven’t we not finished our conversation yet?”

The feeling is completely different from when we were talking earlier.

Each word carries weight.

Despite the considerable age difference, it feels like facing an elder instead.

Cheongjin immediately grasped that nothing good had happened.

That’s why he turned back from his path and returned directly like this.

It seems he also pretended to be someone other than the Young Patriarch.

“Father.”

“Yes.”

“Is there a place where Cheongeumjang pays tribute?”

“A place where we pay tribute…”

Would such a place exist?

It’s not that there isn’t one.

It’s just that there’s no need to speak of it aloud.

If so, then there isn’t one.

“There isn’t. Nowhere.”

“But… these people seem to be taking Cheongeumjang’s gold as if it were their own.”

“Oh my, that won’t do.”

“P-Patriarch! Young Patriarch!!”

The Danju’s voice becomes extremely urgent.

The Danju personally coming to Cheongeumjang?

Actually, it’s not that important a matter.

It was regular business, but it meant it was large-scale business.

So they send an experienced Danju to properly maintain the formalities.

But if problems arise with this.

‘I’ll definitely die.’

There was absolutely no way to survive.

Thud.

The Danju’s head struck the floor hard.

Without anyone’s intervention.

Purely by his own will, he bowed his head to the floor of Jangzujeon.

“Hehe, what is this behavior, Danju?”

This is a side of Father I would never normally see.

Someone who has much and has protected it all.

He wouldn’t bat an eye at such a scene.

They wouldn’t even bat an eye at a sight like this.

“I apologize. I stake my life on it….”

“What use would I have for that? And stop it. You’re dirtying the floor.”

“…Yes.”

Blood flows from his lips bitten in humiliation.

Blood also flows from his forehead pressed against the floor.

“I’ve made heavy steps for nothing.”

“It was quite an interesting experience. To think such a person exists.”

“Daeheunsangdan… it’s quite an old place, but I heard there have been recent problems.”

At those words, Danju, who had been bowing his head, flinches.

“Is that so?”

“It’s a common story. The merchant leader dies without a successor being decided.”

“I see.”

“Yes. More than that, are you going back?”

“Yes. I got caught up in strange things.”

It was quite entertaining in its own way.

Watching someone bang their own head on the floor and all.

I also confirmed his dramatic expression changes.

Well, there’s nothing else to do besides that.

Cheongun turned around to leave Jangzujeon again.

“Ah, there’s one more thing I need to tell you.”

“Yes, what is it?”

“That guard’s sword. It’s quite sharp. Made my neck feel cold.”

“…I see. Understood.”

“Then, be well. Father.”

Cheongun left Jangzujeon like that.

Jangzujeon after Cheongun’s departure.

Cheongjin looked at the members of Daeheunsangdan with a hardened face, not saying a word.

“You held a sword to the young patriarch’s neck… so this is it.”

“P-Patriarch, that was….”

“Yes. Tell me. What is it? What kind of matter required a sword to touch our young patriarch’s neck?”

What could he possibly say?

Danju’s gaze falls downward.

“My loyalty was excessive… I used excessive force.”

Knowing Cheongun’s martial prowess, Cheongjin knows how ridiculous those words are.

Isn’t it absurd?

Like a cat worrying about a tiger.

“That’s not loyalty. It’s recklessness.”

Could the Black Shadow Guard, always on standby at Cheongeumjang, not have known this?

The moment that guard drew his sword.

No, from the moment he harbored the intention to draw his sword.

The Black Shadow Guard showed their presence to prevent interference, and allowed that sword to reach his neck.

“Danju. Did you hire someone who knows nothing as a guard?”

“Th-that is….”

“Go back. It’s been a good business relationship until now.”

“P-Patriarch!!”

The moment the order to leave was given, the Black Shadow Guard, hidden like shadows, appeared.

“Ah, and that guard bastard….”

Cheongjin, whose anger had not yet fully subsided, suppressed his rage for a moment and spoke.

“Cut off the arm that holds the sword.”

“By your command.”

The arm won’t be cut here.

This is Jangzujeon, after all.

It will be done at the training ground where blood can be spattered.

“P-Patriarch…!”

With that pleading voice as the last sound, Jangzujeon regained its quiet.

And not long after, his wife Sowol personally came with freshly brewed tea.

“Honey? Is something wrong?”

The Cheongjin that Sowol knows isn’t someone completely without emotional fluctuations.

However, his threshold seemed a bit low.

But the anger he had just shown was the strongest anger throughout all the time they had spent together.

“Ah, no.”

“You won’t… tell me?”

“….”

At his wife’s appearance, Cheongjin had no choice but to explain what had happened.

The smile rarely leaves his wife’s face.

But that smile has now completely disappeared.

“I’ll go out for a moment and come back. You understand, right?”

“…Do so.”

What could be done?

It was their own karma.

That day at Cheongeumjang, not only arms but other things rolled around on the ground.

“I feel like there’s some kind of alien power….”

And that’s at Cheongeumjang too.

Is it just my imagination?

Since it was only a fleeting moment and not certain, Cheongun soon turned his gaze away from above.

“There is information I’ve gathered to the best of my ability….”

Cheongeumjang’s intelligence network is quite excellent too.

However, it’s not comparable to places like Beggar’s Sect and Hao Clan.

I could investigate like before, but the very fact of investigating could become information that leaks out.

That’s why I’ve been waiting and waiting until now.

Now about Cheongun.

It doesn’t matter if others know about Cheongeumjang’s young patriarch.

Since Hao Clan is affiliated with the unorthodox faction, they can’t be seen near Cheongeumjang’s headquarters.

Instead, as a place where heaven’s gold gathers, beggars can be found anywhere.

Not all beggars are members of Beggar’s Sect.

Only those with knots at their waist are Beggar’s Sect members.

As I walk looking for beggars.

Something vaguely familiar briefly passes through my field of vision.

“…What?”

I couldn’t have seen wrong, but it’s such an unexpected face that I wonder if I did see wrong.

I couldn’t let it slip by, but if I rashly followed, I would certainly be discovered.

Fortunately, they haven’t noticed this side yet, so quietly following is the best strategy.

I killed my presence as much as possible and used the characteristic of many people to hide in the crowd and move.

The distance gradually closes.

They look like just an ordinary person, but Cheongun knows.

“A Makyodo has crawled in….”

It seems to be because of yesterday’s incident, but their movement is much faster than expected.

I planned to deal with all the spies and leave the aftermath to Father, but since a familiar face has appeared, the story is a bit different.

I wonder if they properly received the gift Cheongun left behind.

‘I don’t know where they’re going, but….’

I can’t just let him go.

So I kept following him, and as the area gradually became more deserted, he seemed to realize Cheongun’s presence and began to flee quickly.

Cheongun also gave chase at high speed.

Gradually the area became deserted, and the Makyodo disappeared toward the forest.

The fleeing Makyodo suddenly stopped in an open area, then turned around.

“Hehe… foolish bastard. Did you think I wouldn’t know you? For the young patriarch of Cheongeumjang to be so light on his feet.”

His voice was full of leisure.

“Jowonhaeng.”

“I’ll capture you ali… what…?”

“Why so surprised? We both know each other’s identity.”

Jowonhaeng’s confident and leisurely expression instantly froze.

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