The World’s Best Childhood Friend Chapter 142

< Episode 142 > Falling sword Jangcheon. (3)

Nakgeom Jangcheon. (3)

It was a stormy encounter indeed.

In addition, it is a meeting that leaves the discomfort of swallowing a fruit full of thorns.

[Your grandfather seems to always open the bomb.]

“… Grandpa.”

I trembled slightly at Shinnoya’s words.

Why do you keep trying to tie me and this elder by blood?

They don’t even have that much resemblance .

Of course, blood was mixed.

[How much more, to be entangled in a ghost again

. It didn’t work this time.’

That’s exactly what it’s about to be hooked up to.

At first, I had a lot of questions.

If Pajon was really trying to give me a letter of recommendation, why is the content like that?

If Pazon gave me only my name in the letter of recommendation I had written down.

Do you really need to do that?

It’s such a misleading phrase.

No matter how you look at it, it was natural to write a new one.

Of course, when I recall Pajon’s personality, I would have said this, but…

‘Did Pajon have disciples in the first place?’

I tried to recall the memory because of the word disciple written in the text.

At least not in my memory.

Among the triad, only Geomson had disciples.

It is safe to say that Namgung Jin or Namgung Cheonjun is a disciple

.

No one said exactly that he was a disciple.

The same goes for Pason.

If so, did he try to fuck this elder?

‘…There’s plenty of potential.’

Considering the usual behavior of this old man, I thought it could be enough.

However, did the elder really not know the content of the recommendation?

In particular, the last sentence caught my heart for some reason.

-Gwimul was well written. I will send it through my disciple, so I hope you don’t say too much.

to deliver treasures.

It’s a familiar word, as if you’ve experienced it anywhere.

When I left for Hwasan, I remembered the image of Elder Lee, who had passed on the ghost to me instead

.

And one thought that comes to mind as if connected with it.

“Oh no way.”

I hurriedly turn my arms around because of a bad premonition.

I pulled out the anterior pouch hidden deep inside.

It was what Elder Lee had given him as pocket money before leaving for Hanam.

The tingling touch and sound were still there.

Occasionally, when I bought snacks for Wi Seol-ah, I opened it once, but it

was really pocket money.

[Why is that?] I

wonder what Shinnoya is doing, but I ask.

I silently turned the bag inside out.

Clink-!

The silver coins inside fell and made an unpleasant sound.

I only rolled my eyes in the gap. It was only after all the silver coins were poured out

that I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

[Baby.]

…Yes.

[Did you really think there would be a ghost in it?]

“You don’t know.”

I just wanted to know if something happened to me.

I hoped, but luckily it didn’t.

But no matter how old this is, this is a bit like that.

Although the nobles of the volcano can do so by conceding with their eyes closed.

[What can you do? How can you do that! He said he bet on a bet after drinking alcohol!]

“Why can Noya… be angry?”

I often forgot that Shin Noya was a great scholar of Hwasan.

anyway.

‘I was too sensitive for this.’

No matter how much Elder Lee had done to him, it

would make no sense that Elder Lee handed it over to me with

the demon that

Pae- Jon was holding.

It was because he felt an unfamiliar texture in the pouch he was holding in his other hand.

Wanting to see if there were any silver coins left, I opened the pouch and looked inside.

“…huh?”

Oh…]

Dududuk.

I grabbed something with my fingertips, so I tore it with force.

The one that came up with the silbab buried on the outside.

“… Haha, what the fuck.”

It was a ring that was full of rust no matter how much time had passed.

“Gu-gongja is late. It will start in a little while.”

Dang Soyeol took a sip of tea calmly and listened.

Seeing that, Wiseol-ah, who was standing behind her, trembled.

Because Hongwa told me how many poisonous weeds were in that tea.

“Maybe it will take a long time to prepare.”

Mo Yong-hee put her hand on her chin and looked around.

I could feel the eyes glancing at me from all directions.

The banquet of the Long Fengji meeting is like this, as always.

The thick, lustful gaze still feels dirty and harsh.

Nonetheless, since all of those gazes have a use value, Mo Yong-hee

only smiles calmly.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and changed his expression delicately.

With the most attractive face you can build.

As Mo Yong-hee smiled one by one, the faces of the others who were quietly watching were half-dissolved

.

“Still great.”

When Dang Soyeol saw it, he was genuinely amazed.

“It’s something you can do as much as you like.”

I added a little empty words, but it wasn’t wrong.

Because Dang So-yeol is also good at making use of his unique cute and kind charm.

I don’t think Dang So-yeol would know that.

“. ..It was meaningless because it didn’t work for the person we were supposed to go through.”

From Dang So-yeol’s words, Mo Yong-hee seemed to know who he meant.

I couldn’t have known

I’ve seen Dang So-yeol push himself so openly.

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“… I still have a unique taste.”

What does that frightening-looking boy like that Dang So-yeol is chasing?

He was an unusual person.’

It was the first time he had ever seen such a careless person.

The boy from the old family built a huge wall in front of him without even saying a word.

He had a feeling that he was not going to come over to himself.

‘Is it because there is a woman like that next to me?’

Mo Yong-hee moved her gaze to the other side.

To the woman who is handling most of the attention now.

‘Namgoongbia… I said.’

A woman who is a blood relative of the Namgung family and the sister of Noryong.

It was the first person Mo Yong-hee had ever seen.

I had never heard of him

except that he had a sister, even though I had been interacting with the Namgungse family a lot .

‘It’s beautiful.’

Just as Noi-Ryong’s handsome appearance doesn’t go anywhere, so does his sister.

I have no complaints about the loss of attention.

Because you have such a beautiful appearance

Jealousy is also there, but there was no time to think about such trivial things.

Mo Yong-hee spoke to Namgoong-bia cautiously.

“I can’t even see Namgung Sojeo’s younger brother.”

At Mo Yong-hee’s words, Namgung-bi moves her dazed eyes.

“… will be there soon.”

“Yes?

Well, to Mo Yong-hee’s eyes, the face looked much more tired than before.

‘Are you coming soon?’

Since they are siblings, I wondered if they had contacted each other separately.

‘It’s not easy after all.’

Mo Yong-hee let out a sigh without realizing it.

Lately, I’ve been trying to get closer to Namgoongbia, but she

was someone I didn’t know at all.

There is almost no change in expression, and except for training, I

spend all my time with my fiancé, or with the attendant and Dang So-yeol in the back. It was a monotonous life, such as sleeping

.

‘It’s a shame even with that face.’

It may look busy, but it is a leisurely life if you look at it.

It was a very enviable thing for Mo Yong-hee’s son.

‘I don’t have time.’ There was not enough

time to work hard to raise the level as a martial artist, nor time to express emotions

and love someone.

‘Where is the thunder dragon?’

So, it was necessary to get the cooperation of the Thunder Dragon as quickly as possible.

The help of the Namgungse family was also the same.

I looked at Mo Yong-hee, who knew Namgung-bi.

Then, I quietly ask Wi Seol-ah in the back.

“…Does your leg hurt…?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to sit down…?”

It seemed that Wisul-ah, who was standing behind the empty seat, was concerned.

“Sister, I said it earlier, but that’s not okay.”

Dang Soyeol sighed at Namgoongbia’s words and said.

“But…”

“I know how you feel, but in the current situation, making the servant sit down

isn’t a good story for Gongja Gu.”

If it’s the usual Goo Yangcheon, it doesn’t matter whether it’s Wi Seol-a, a high school servant or an escort, he

doesn’t seem to care about sitting or eating together.

It wasn’t like that in the current position.

“…huh.”

Namgoongbia also brings up Yangcheon’s story, and she accepts it as if it can’t be helped

.

In any case, whenever someone mentions Guyangcheon, they seem to nod at whatever it is.

‘How can people change like that?’

In just a few months, Namgoongbia has become much brighter and more talkative.

When I remembered that it was only because of Guyangcheon, I felt fortunate and bitter

.

Dang So-yeol looked only at the entrance to the banquet hall and pursed his lips.

“Really, when are you coming…”

Yangchun Gu was slightly worried that he would be a little late.

It seemed too late.

“Fortunately, the leader is also late….” It

seems that there was a slight delay in the schedule.

Thanks to this, it seemed that Gu Yang-cheon had avoided the misfortune that had started the banquet.

“It’s strange that even the lord is late.”

When Mo Yong-hui suddenly spoke, Tang Xiao-yeol nodded in response.

Always at the beginning of the banquet, the head lord talked to me.

The Lord has never been late.

Rather, it appeared a little sooner.

As it is a place where the blood relatives of the Segawa clan, which make up the political faction, gather, there is

nothing good for the leader to be late.

“He has something to do…”

“He’ll probably be back soon.”

Dang So-yeol frowned slightly at the interrupted voice.

It was because it was the approach of someone other than the person in the seat.

With slightly sharp eyes, Dang So-yeol cut off his words and turned his gaze to the culprit.

At the end of his gaze, a boy was smiling shyly.

He was a handsome nobleman with a good-looking appearance and a smile with slightly lowered eyebrows.

“sorry. I had no intention of interfering, but . . .. It’s because something I know came out.”

“Before we talk, I want you to introduce yourself.”

Despite Dang So-yeol’s rather ticklish tone, the boy’s smile did not disappear.

The boy takes a slight bow to Dang So-yeol’s words and introduces himself in a polite tone.

“I’m sorry for acting a little out of manners. I am.”

At the boy’s words, it seemed like a wind was blowing from somewhere.

“My name is Jang Seon-yeon.”

A very cold wind.