You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 149

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149

 

When thinking of the Central Plains, two information organizations come to mind.

 

First is the Beggar Sect, which occupies the “one faction” position in the Nine Sects and One Faction.

 

It was a sect where all the beggars of the Central Plains gathered.

 

They spout romantic nonsense about using the ground as a pillow and the sky as a blanket,

 

but they’re beggars who love warm beds and feast days more than anyone.

 

Since they’re corpses without their sense of chivalry,

 

I heard Hyeonmu-wol had quite a hard time with them during the Central Plains unification.

 

However, their martial arts didn’t match the Four Devas.

 

As you can tell from the Dog-Beating Staff Technique being the Beggar Sect’s representative martial art,

 

the Beggar Sect’s martial arts had no real connection to information warfare.

 

Yet the reason the Beggar Sect could become one of the martial world’s top information organizations

 

was because there were so many beggars in the Central Plains.

 

Whether by walls or under bridges, you’d trip over beggars everywhere.

 

Since it was the job of Beggar Sect beggars to position themselves at crossroads and beg,

 

they automatically became well-versed in information.

 

Merchants say that when beggars suddenly increase, something’s about to happen – that says it all.

 

If the Orthodox Sect had the Beggar Sect, then the Unorthodox Sect had the Hao Sect.

 

It was a sect of people who supported the very bottom of the Central Plains – from servants and courtesans to butchers and merchants.

 

Considering it was a sect founded by one crazy bastard from the Demonic Sect, it was a place I felt quite an internal kinship with.

 

And above all, since they learned martial arts to survive,

 

they had many martial arts related to worldly wisdom rather than force.

 

For instance, from psychological techniques like Mind Reading and interrogation

 

to Hidden Weapon Techniques for handling drugs and concealed weapons – they had all sorts of survival martial arts.

 

Among them, Disguise and Infiltration techniques could be called first-rate throughout the Central Plains.

 

That was why I intended to pass on the Hao Sect’s martial arts to the Four Devas.

 

The Hao Sect Leader’s strongest martial art, the Thousand Transformations.

 

Though transforming into objects was impossible, disguise techniques that could rival the CIA would greatly help the Four Devas’ information warfare.

 

As a bonus, I mixed in some Hidden Weapon Techniques from the Sichuan Tang Family.

 

After all, no place could match the Tang Family when it came to poison and hidden weapons.

 

If the Four Devas fully inherited the Hao Sect,

 

it was obvious they would naturally become the best in espionage and assassination.

 

I swept my gaze over the goblins learning martial arts under Yamyeong’s direct command.

 

‘They’re definitely fast, probably because of all the years they’ve lived.’

 

Their speed in learning martial arts was definitely fast.

 

As befitting an information group, dozens of them moved with knife-like precision as if controlled by one person.

 

‘Yamyeong should be able to handle the rest…’

 

I’d set up the framework, so how they used it was up to their discretion.

 

My gaze turned toward Dolsoe’s side.

 

Since each of them had such strong individual personalities,

 

all I’d done was toss them martial arts manuals with slight modifications.

 

I chose a free-range style where they simply selected what they wanted to learn during training time for self-study.

 

Watching each goblin display their martial forms,

 

something similar flashed through my mind.

 

‘Just like the Dark Shadow.’

 

It was a scene that reminded me of the direct organization called the Heavenly Demon’s Shadow.

 

And next to them…

 

‘That side would be like the Killing Pavilion or Information Hall…’

 

I looked toward the Four Devas, who were changing their appearance dozens of times in an instant.

 

I’d taught them since martial arts was all I knew,

 

but now that I’d actually done it, I felt a bit strange.

 

Just as I was turning to leave the training ground,

 

sacred power that didn’t match this place’s scenery caught my eye.

 

“Vice Guild Master…”

 

It was Park Si-on.

 

Several days had passed, but hearing the title “Vice Guild Master” from a saint still felt strange.

 

“Why?”

 

Park Si-on hesitated for a long while before opening his mouth.

 

“If I apply for personal training… would I be able to learn martial arts too?”

 

“…”

 

I closed my mouth for a moment at his words.

 

First of all, does this kid know what it means to request personal training from me?

 

Including the fact that it’s a sparring match close to a life-or-death battle.

 

Who told him about personal training in the first place?

 

However, there was a big problem with Park Si-on learning martial arts.

 

It’s not that I’m discriminating because he’s a saint.

 

It was impossible for him to learn the Sun and Moon Divine Art precisely because he was a saint.

 

Sacred power is an energy that conflicts with mana.

 

If it’s like that even with mana, would Park Si-on be able to accept ghostly energy?

 

The Sun and Moon Divine Art would be somewhat possible.

 

But is there a need to abandon saint-level sacred power to do that?

 

And in the first place, the Pope would be so delighted if a saint with stigmata was using demonic arts.

 

“I guess… it’s not possible after all.”

 

When I didn’t answer, Park Si-on made a disappointed expression.

 

“…”

 

I looked at him for a moment and clicked my tongue inwardly.

 

‘Tsk, I’ll have to look for sacred power-based martial arts.’

 

It seems I’ll need to contact Master after a long time.

 

‘Maybe there might be some in the Ice Palace or Potala side.’

 

But there was a problem I needed to solve first.

 

I made the most gentle expression possible and asked Park Si-on.

 

“But who did you hear about personal training from?”

 

“Uncle Ju-yong…”

 

‘So it was Park Ju-yong.’

 

It seems I’ll need to give a life-or-death battle… no, personal training after a long time.

 

While also testing that little saint’s spear techniques.

 

***

 

With a bang—! sound, a golden meteor fell.

 

I slowly walked over and pulled out the bamboo spear that was stuck upright in the devastated sparring platform.

 

I put Galmu, which had returned to the form of the Heavenly Demon Sword, straight into its scabbard.

 

The sparring platform, which had turned into a giant crater as if a meteorite had struck, was gradually being restored.

 

And flesh gathered on the broken concrete, then after a moment, Park Ju-yong appeared with an bewildered expression.

 

I lightly ignored him as he made an aggrieved expression and turned around.

 

“Lord, they say the transport aircraft is ready.”

 

Yamyeong, who appeared from the shadows, knelt on one knee and gave a report.

 

“We’ve completed securing a building in Italy, and the installation of the artifact you provided is also finished.”

 

It seemed the Mediterranean branch preparations were nearing completion.

 

That branch was planned to focus on logistics and distribution rather than Porter requests.

 

We would accept simple dungeon Porter requests,

 

but as long as I was in Korea, immediate response would be difficult when dangerous situations arose.

 

So we composed it with veteran Guild Members of considerable age centered around Elder Shin Yong-bok,

 

and Park Si-on’s faction also completed Porter training.

 

With their experience and wisdom, they should be able to distinguish between requests to accept and requests to avoid.

 

Moreover, initially I was thinking of additionally dispatching Yamyeong and Dolsoe for Sadangpae branch expansion and stable foundation building.

 

The Goblins could be summoned by me if necessary,

 

and with power close to a decent large guild, it would be a great help for Park Si-on to recover his faction.

 

‘Rocket delivery to Italy…’

 

It was quite a novel combination.

 

Maybe they’d like it even more than the Korean Wave.

 

‘I also ordered additional universal carts…’

 

After finishing the overall inspection, I immediately started moving.

 

“Let’s head out right away.”

 

***

 

“… Let me know in advance when things like this happen.”

 

The Association President looked at me with eyes darkened by heavy circles.

 

I deliberately avoided his gaze.

 

After all, we needed cooperation from the military and Association to deploy transport aircraft.

 

However, since we sent the official document unofficially, it seemed the delivery was a bit delayed.

 

‘The fact that Park Si-on is a saint should be revealed gradually.’

 

The Association President was thinking of this as an unofficial operation like in China.

 

There was no need to give him additional stress unnecessarily.

 

I extended a handshake to Father Matteo, asking him to take care of things.

 

Even though Yamyeong and Dolsoe were coming along, we needed Father Matteo and Park Si-on’s power to break through the Mediterranean side.

 

Then I slowly shifted my gaze toward Park Si-on.

 

And handed him a book.

 

The cover had the title “Hundred Flower Meteor Spear” written on it.

 

“I haven’t tested it with sacred power, but since it’s martial arts created on a similar foundation, there shouldn’t be any major problems learning it.”

 

Since it worked well with divine power, I judged it could be operated sufficiently with sacred power too.

 

Its power was also formidable.

 

That meteor shower that blew away Park Ju-yong.

 

I didn’t expect that level of martial forms from Park Si-on, but still, there’s such a thing as sentiment.

 

Couldn’t I give this much of a gift to a kid trying hard to integrate well into Ashin?

 

Park Si-on looked back and forth between the book and me with a moved expression.

 

“I will definitely achieve great success. Lord.”

 

“…”

 

With those words, Park Si-on boarded the transport aircraft.

 

The last word was strange, but I decided not to mind it.

 

I had a feeling I knew who the culprit was too.

 

I stared intently at Yamyeong, who was frantically avoiding my gaze from the transport aircraft.

 

Something seemed to be going wrong, but I decided to just let it be.

 

The Divine Sect was just club activities anyway.

 

***

 

After seeing Park Si-on off, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains returned to their usual appearance.

 

I sat cross-legged in lotus position in the Investigation Hall.

 

It was personal maintenance time in a long while.

 

Just as I was about to start energy circulation—

 

Bang! The door to the Investigation Hall opened.

 

“Damn it…”

 

I always get interrupted at times like this.

 

When I looked up, a large man was striding in.

 

“Vice Guild Master, I’d like to receive personal training too.”

 

It was Zhang Qingye, Ashin’s top education officer.

 

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