How To Live as a Civil Servant in Murim

However, that attitude did not last long.

Inside the manor, there were already passengers who had arrived earlier.

* * *

The surname of Sa Podu was Sa (謝), but looking at the impression, it seemed that Sa (巳, snake Sa) would be more suitable.

Wearing a pair of irons around her waist, and sporting red leather shoes, she glared at the servants repeatedly back and forth, like a snake preying on its prey.

Of course, Opodou didn’t care whether the opponent was a snake or a dragon.

“Saga bastard, what kind of face are you fooling around with here! Can’t it be quenched? If you don’t turn it off right away, this old man will beat your face!”

Oh Po-du’s shout contained subtle inner strength. Yeon Woo-hyuk was surprised to realize that Podu had learned martial arts.

As there were many Murim people among those who committed serious crimes, it was not surprising that Fodu or Poqwae learned martial arts.

However, it was surprising that Podu or Poquee’s martial arts were excellent.

Unlike the Moorim people, who spend most of their day on martial arts, Fodu and Poque, who suffer from official duties most of the day, lack the time to practice martial arts.

Besides, what about the environment?

From an early age, Podu and Poqwae were different from the children of the prestigious Murim family, who trained their muscles and veins through beolmosesu and enriched their internal organs with various elixirs.

In that respect, Podo Oh’s skills were enough to surprise Yeon Woo-hyuk. It was a shout that made the body tingle like that of a beast or beast of prey.

Sa Podu flinched for a moment, as if his martial arts were one step lower, and showed a sense of being suppressed. However, he soon regained his composure and showed a sneer on his face. Oh Podu flinched at that confident attitude.

If there was no corner to believe in something, it was rare for the Podudo to invade each other’s territory. Podu’s territory was the same as his pride, so he did not hesitate to strike with a knife if he carelessly touched it.

“The judge gave an order!”

“what?”

“Since Podu is not able to solve a single case easily and is procrastinating, the judge deserves to be angry.”

A thick tendon rose from the side of Oh Podu’s chin. He would grit his teeth that hard.

For the judge, who oversees all matters large and small related to the judiciary around the city, the protracted murder case had nothing to do with his own face. If time dragged on, it was natural to rush.

But O Fodou hadn’t been taking too long, and hadn’t made any major mistakes lately. The judge was not the one to call another Podu without thinking about the face of Oh Podu.

One conclusion.

It was clear that the saga was flattering himself in front of the judge. Oh Podu is procrastinating because he has no ability to solve it, but he says he can.

‘It’s fierce, really.’

Yeon Woo-hyuk was standing by the side, watching the fierce fight between Podu. No swords were swung or blood spattered, but they were terribly sincere.

At this time, there was only one thing the new Pokke could do. To stand still and be like a corpse.

“So you’re saying you’re confident enough to solve it?”

“of course! ruler. Watch. Hello. Did you bring any distinguished guests?”

“yes!”

The Pokkees who worked under Sapodu nodded their heads while looking at OhPodu.

It turns out that he came first and made various preparations.

“Bring me in! hahahaha! I will very coolly unravel the inside story behind this murder!”

* * *

A murder case in the manor.

The body of the victim, Ahn Jang-joo, was found in a pavilion outside the manor, and no footsteps were found except for the feet of the victim.

There is only one trace left on the body. There was only a dagger lodged deep in his back.

Jang-ju’s face was calm and there were no other wounds, so some of those who saw this made strange assumptions that An-jang-ju was possessed by a ghost, or that a monster used a magic trick to strike a dagger.

However, as soon as Sa Fodu saw this, he knew what it was all about.

A body was found in a pavilion on the outskirts of the manor, but there were no steps other than the victim’s footsteps on the nearby soft soil?

It was neither a ghost nor a monster that could perform such feats. If it was a ghost, Zhuang Zhu’s face would have been terrified.

The culprit was a master of martial arts. It’s also on a pretty high level.

Stepping on a wall far away, launching a light attack, landed on top of the pavilion, killed Zhuang Zhu with a single blow, and then spread a light attack again and escaped over the wall.

“What nonsense are you talking about! What a distance!”

“under. Oh Podu. Oh Podu. If it’s a first-class soldier, if it’s a martial artist who excels in the art of shinning. Do you still think it’s impossible?”

Oh Fodu groaned and shut his mouth.

Certainly, if it was an unmanned man who had reached a first-class level, the story would have been different.

What if a warrior who had reached a first-class level, and at that time, deeply practiced the sky and the divine law?

Someone like that might have kicked off the wall and flew up to the pavilion.

When the opponent kept his mouth shut, Sapphodu’s momentum increased and he smiled.

“ruler. Now that the guests are coming in, you’d better avoid yelling like before. Watching trivial martial arts can make the VIPs feel uncomfortable!”

When the cheerleaders crouched down to serve the guests, Oh Podu was startled.

They said that they were honored guests, so I wondered which great people they had attended, but to my surprise, those who entered the courtyard were Murim people.

‘Iron-hearted iron sword Pyeongyuwon!’

Seeing the small plum blossom pattern engraved on the handle of the sword, Podu Oh felt his heart sink. The opponent was a Moorim man from the Volcano Sect.

Most Murim people are wary of coffins and do not openly disobey, but among the Murim people, the story of a prestigious family or a large family has changed. Their authority was strong enough to easily crush a single pod.

And that wasn’t all. Even without using his authority, that soldier named Pyung-Won was able to make this place a bloody disaster.

An unmanned person who has reached the peak!

Even within the volcanic faction, there were few masters of that level.

The Murim people who came after him had a lower reputation than Pyong-won, but they had a formidable notoriety.

The first Jeong-il of the red-faced three-gu. He was notorious in the neighborhood as a person who engages in all sorts of mischief when he gets involved in a fight and loses at an inn.

The martial arts were not easy, and the Murim people of the dark island, who were vicious with the hands of the other brothers, were also gnashing teeth and could not be easily touched.

The last to enter was Dampungho, a Samjeolgaek (三絶客).

Among them, he was the most inferior in terms of reputation or notoriety, but he was not easy to be an eccentric.

Even while playing the pipa and tipping a glass, if the judges were distorted, he would pull out his sword and stab it without hesitation, but people were afraid of this because they did not know what kind of twist he was stabbing with.

“I am extremely grateful to the guests for accepting the earnest request of this insignificant wife.”

When all the guests came in, Sa Fodu opened his mouth with a fist.

“The reason I dared to invite guests like this is because a certain celestial wrath killed Ahn Jang-ju and ran away!”

The Murim people present did not show any significant change. The tied servants lifted their heads slightly and looked at the Murim people.

“Pyeongdaehyup. I apologize a hundred times for bringing Daehyeop to this place. but…”

“All right. Was it the Murim people who killed Jangju?”

Pyeongyuwon responded calmly. Seeing how calm he was, Yeon Woo-hyeok suspected that Sa Po-du had explained it in advance. I don’t think I would have called someone of that level and just told them to come.

“That’s right!”

“I-I am not!”

Jeong-il shouted with his face red.

“Yo Podu bastard. How dare you frame me…”

“The red-faced three-gulls couldn’t kill Zhuang Zhu. The day Zhuang Zhu died, he was helping me with my work.”

“Right, right!”

Oh Fodu asked in disbelief.

“No, the four of you guys who are red-faced are doing the work of the Volcano Squad?”

“……”

Jeongil kept his mouth shut, probably embarrassed. Pyeongilwon shook his hand as if it was annoying and explained.

“Anyway, it’s not a regular day.”

“That’s right. Pyeongdaehyeop. ruler. Listen everyone. Iron-hearted Swordsman Pyeong Daehyeop is not the kind of person who would dare to commit murder. And Jeong-il was helping Pyeong Daehyeop. then…”

The eyes of those present were focused on Dam Poong-ho. Pyungwonwon put aside the hem of his robe and reached for the sword.

Only then did Oh Fodu know Sa Fodu’s intentions.

In the first place, he was convinced that the Samjeolgae Dam Poong-ho was the culprit, and asked other Murim people to create this place. If you try to catch the third party by yourself, you may end up dying.

Oh Fodu was heartbroken. Sa Fodou’s guess was too perfect. While she was tending to her stupid nephew, Sa Fodu bit his heel like a viper.

“Are you saying I am the culprit?”

“Not necessarily. If you are innocent, the judge will set you free.”

“I guess so.”

Dampoong-ho, a third-party guest, raised his spirits as if he would not be arrested. As it collided with the momentum of the iron-hearted sword, the inside of the manor became tense.

When it seemed like a storm of blood was blowing, Yeon Woo-hyuk couldn’t wait any longer.

“You don’t have to.”

“?!” “!”

“Is there a governor in this manor?”

“there is.”

Oh Fodu was so embarrassed that he could not speak properly.

What could a mere trustworthy person think about intervening in a situation where the Murim people were on the verge of brandishing their swords?

“He is the culprit.”

“…!!!!!”

Pleasant Yeon Woo-hyeok (3)

“What crap!”

It was Sa Podu who shouted first. He glared at Yeon Woo-hyuk with shiny eyes like snakes, revealing his will to live.

“How dare you, your little boy, ask where this seat is? Do you want to have your tongue pulled out?”

“Is it a crazy exuberance?”

Even the weekday workers added words nonchalantly. Oh Po-du was also looking at Yeon Woo-hyuk with puzzled eyes. He never thought that his subordinate would recklessly jump into a situation like this.

‘What were you thinking…’

Oh Fodu, who was looking at his subordinate, hesitated.

Even in this situation, Yeon Woo-hyuk’s face remained calm without a change in expression.

Seeing that reminded me of the miraculous abilities Yeon Woo-hyuk showed before coming here.

Maybe this time too?

‘I’ll believe it. Kite exhilaration! Show me your magical skills like before!’

* * *

‘sh*t. I made a mistake.’

Yeon Woo-hyuk felt cold sweat running down his back. I was desperately holding on to my spirit so that my expression wouldn’t shake under the pressure.

The moment his expression wavered, he was convinced that it would become more dangerous.

A corpse found in a pavilion outside the manor, footsteps that belonged only to the victim, a dagger deeply embedded in the back, and the Murim people nearby.

The moment he heard this, Yeon Woo-hyuk immediately noticed everything.

Just as the lost touch completely matched the case Yeon Woo-hyeok had solved before, Jang-ju’s murder was also completely consistent with the case Yeon Woo-hyeok had solved before.

The problem was that reality didn’t end just by saying the criminal’s name. When other people snorted ‘What are you talking about’, the truth was meaningless. Even if you know the truth, you have to convince others to become the real truth.

‘Because I live…’

Yeon Woo-hyuk regretted it.

I made the mistake of pointing out the culprit first because I became impatient when it seemed like bloodshed would blow at any moment.

However, it was impossible to pick up the spilled water and contain it.

‘It’s a sign.’

Yeon Woo-hyuk cleared his throat and looked around as arrogantly as possible. In this situation, the surroundings were once more agitated at the arrogance of Pokkye. It looked like a madman who gave up his life.

‘I have to make them believe that I have magical powers.’

In this world, there were not only martial arts, but also unusual magical powers. I could tell from the fact that Podu talked about physical pain and magic.

No matter how exhilarating it is, if it is known that you have such an ability, it will be difficult for those around you to ignore it.

If so how?

‘I’m persuading you!’

“Whether you cut my throat or pull out my tongue, it won’t be too late after I say something! Isn’t it?”

“Where do you dare to sophistry…”

“All right. Let me hear it.”

Pyungwon, as if interested, stretched out his hand and covered Sapodu’s mouth. In this place, when the warrior of the Volcano Sect, who has the most weight in terms of power or martial arts, hammers a nail, everyone shuts up.

“First of all, I would like to tell you about the opinion of Sa Podu-nim that he stepped on the wall and spread light air. Even for a first-class drone, wouldn’t it be easy to fly that distance without a single step? Daehyeop Jeong. Do you have confidence, Daehyeop Jeong?”

When his name was suddenly called, Jung-il was taken aback.

“Wouldn’t you know how long or short a road is by trying it on? But if that’s the case…”

“I will ask the Iron Heart Iron Sword Daehyeop. Do you have confidence, Daehyeop?”

Pyeongyuwon thought for a moment and then replied.

“I might fail once in ten.”

“Oh, no. A great deal?!”