The Barbarian Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Novel Chapter 19

EP.19

Which of the following can the black-haired barbarian do?

Returning

Pyosha Volcanic Storm Sword

Chang Clan Guard Warrior

a hard worker

“Hey barbarian! “Why don’t you transport the materials quickly?”

Construction site. As I was drinking water, the foreman, who was in charge of overall management of the construction site, started yelling.

“I’ll just take a sip of water.”

“Does the barbarian talk back?”

The foreman just ran towards me and threw a kick.

“Oops!”

I rolled around on the floor, spitting out all the water that had gone down my throat. Fuck. I worked for an entire hour without drinking any water, and you say this because I drank just one sip of water?

“If you let a barbarian work, shouldn’t you run around with your feet out of sight? What water? Ha, fuck, the world has gotten better.”

“…. I’ll get to work right away.”

Cursing rose up in my throat, but I had to hold it in to avoid starving today.

“What happened?”

A warrior carrying a sword approached.

“lol. It’s nothing. “I just scolded a barbarian for a moment because he was playing around.”

The leader instantly changed from being a murderer to a personable person and spoke to the martial artist.

“This is the construction site of the Chang family’s villa. “I will not condone rioting.”

“That’s right. “We will ensure that nothing like that happens.”

The foreman groveled as much as he could, rubbing his palms as if possessed by a fly.

“Be careful.”

When it was confirmed that the martial artist had returned to his original position, the leader opened his mouth again with an evil expression on his face.

“If I had the same temperament as before, I would have just cleaned up an invoice, but oh! “If you warriors weren’t watching, you would have died by my hands, do you know?”

“I will do my best.”

“Anyway, black-haired bastards have to be beaten to come to their senses! I remembered your face. “If you catch me again next time, I know you won’t be able to work in this town!!”

The foreman touched his eyelids with his fingers and pointed at me in a gesture that made sure he remembered me.

I briefly touched the affected area and ran towards the materials. Even if it’s unfair, there’s nothing I can do about it.

From here, I am also the eldest grandson of the Kang family.

Not even Mo Yong-sega’s crazy fiancé.

Because he was a black-haired barbarian.

——

“hey. “Barbarian, where are you from?”

After stacking all the materials I had carried and taking a quick breather, the person working next to me started talking to me.

It’s already been a year since I came to Jungwon, but I can’t get used to that barbarian sound.

“I came from Joseon.”

“Shipbuilding? Where is Joseon? “Do you know where Jang’s Joseon is?”

“Isn’t that somewhere up in Mongolia? Where is Hwang’s Joseon?”

“Would you know if I asked you that? “The south is the sea, so it would be either north, west, or east.”

“Barbarian. “Where is Joseon?”

Since they were working in a group of 4, they asked me again after going around the circle. Just ask me.

“Do you know Goryeo? “It is a country established where Goryeo used to be.”

“ah! In fact, I just say it’s Goryeo. Goryeo knows. Isn’t that where ginseng grows? “I knew right away that he was a barbarian because he had black hair, which is not found in the central region, but this bastard was a Goryeo barbarian.”

Unlike Liaodong Province or coastal cities, which are close to Joseon, the further inland you go, the more people don’t know when you say Joseon.

Although they consciously said they were Joseon, there were also people who understood them only if they said they were Koryo-in.

“Don’t keep acting like a barbarian or a barbarian. “It’s always uncomfortable for people to hear it.”

Mr. Jang, who was listening next to me, tackled me. Wow, they are absolutely top 10% Chinese.

“Because you are a barbarian, you are a barbarian. okay. If it makes you uncomfortable, what is your name?”

The guy who kept calling me a barbarian looked at my complexion and asked my name.

“My name is Kang Yunho.”

I thought about changing my name when I came to Jungwon, but this is neither Joseon nor Liaodong Province. Who will recognize me in the labor market? I just wrote the name as is.

“Yes, Yunho. What did you come to Hubei Province for? “This is neither the north nor a coastal port.”

“The village I lived in was decimated by a plague. My mother died, my father died, and my younger siblings starved to death. “I thought I was going to die, so I got on a boat and thought I would die after seeing the vast central plain, but somehow I survived and ended up here.”

For the past year, whenever someone asked me why the barbarian was in the midfield, this was what I always said.

“I… I’m sorry.”

As I pretended to reminisce about the past with a serious face, the guy who had called me a barbarian apologized.

“no. “It’s all in the past.”

I smiled bitterly.

Actually, that doesn’t happen. This is a comment I always make to tell those who talk like barbarians, Tallulah, to experience it.

“I knew that bastard would cause an accident someday.”

“Why are you touching a sick child’s wounds?!”

Other laborers working next to me criticized the man who had called me a barbarian.

“Oh no, what did you think I was doing? Oh no, Yunho. Anyway, let’s do our best for 10 days.”

“yes. I will do my best.”

That’s how I started working as a construction site laborer.

——

It’s already been a year.

It’s not something to celebrate by lighting candles, but it’s been a year since we escaped from the Moyong family.

At that time, Mo Yong-se performed a desperate act and walked out the front door. As soon as I was out of sight of the warriors of the Moyong family, I hurriedly moved on. As I walked like that, there was a key in front of me where the guard captain and his guard had already prepared their carriages.

My double was also sleeping there, wearing a human skin mask.

“Master, is this really going to work?”

Inside the running carriage, Dolsoe looked anxiously at the sleeping bandit and said,

“through. “You will never be able to recognize it at the level of Changbongdae.”

“It looks exactly like the real master’s unlucky face, but I’m a little uneasy.”

Look at how he speaks with his convictions even in a crisis situation.

The stunt double wearing the bast face mask had an eerie resemblance to mine.

Originally, in martial arts, a bastard mask is a makeup tool that allows you to disguise yourself as another person, but if you look closely, you can notice something awkward.

But isn’t this martial arts Miyeonsi, not martial arts?

Even the main character, who grows into an expert in the story, does not recognize the person wearing the highest quality bast mask until the latter half of the story.

Originally, they were pale or expressionless, but once you reached a high level, you could recognize them right away, but here, it’s almost like Hollywood computer special effects makeup.

conflict! After all, this is not martial arts!

I remembered it clearly because it was one of the things I wrote in the feedback, but I never thought it would be so helpful.

“It’s not just a bast cotton ball. “It is the highest quality bast cotton ball that you can only find one or two a year, even in black stores.”

Black spot. To put it simply, it is a black market on a continental scale. A place to sell various illegal items at low prices and buy them at high prices.

“The black market is so scary in the midfield that I almost wet myself.”

“Anyway, thank you for finding me a double.”

“I sprinkled gold coins on the sunspots and they took care of everything. “Just in case, I’m telling you, I’m a death row inmate who raped and killed a woman, so don’t be too sad.”

“That’s a good thing.”

Even if my life was in danger, I didn’t want to take the life of an innocent person instead. So I asked Dolsoe to find a stand-in who was not innocent because I could spend a lot of money.

“We arrived at the safe house we had prepared. Are you going to get off now?”

Dolsoe spoke with an anxious face.

“That’s right. “It’s a key.”

“yes. young master.”

“Anyway, the guard captain is going to take my assistant’s body back to Joseon and bury it. You just go along and get off, take the gold and live well. “If I go back to Joseon, I will only be sold as a slave to another inspector’s house.”

“Master…”

Tears of emotion welled up in Dolsoe’s eyes.

“live well.”

I got off the carriage and secretly headed to the safe house.

“Thank you so much!!”

When I say thank you, I have to bow profusely and say that I am so fucking grateful. This guy has no sincerity.

I waved my hand and went into the safe house without even looking back.

One month like that.

When all the incidents were resolved and things became quiet, I headed to the central area.

Pockets full. The sky is clear.

“Hey brother, how can you go up this mountain path alone in such a hurry?”

There are many bandits.

—————-

He said he was somehow very lucky.

Jininsadaecheonmyeong (盡人事待天命). I tried so hard that God blessed me and saved my life, but that was all.

Bandits robbed him of everything he had and he became a beggar. After that, I slept in the mountains, slept in barns, hid in empty temples, and could not sleep comfortably.

I would have had to earn money to be able to eat and sleep properly. It is very common for those in the midfield to discriminate against barbarians.

My hair was colorful, but I didn’t have black hair, so even though I was a black-haired barbarian, I couldn’t get a job properly.

“Yunho is here. “Come here and lie down on the empty seat.”

It was really luck that I found a construction job. It was unpleasant to hear the foreman’s mutterings, swearing that barbarians should be hired because there aren’t enough people to work these days.

A lodging for hard workers who came after construction work.

When I opened the door, Mr. Joo, who had called me a barbarian, was gesturing to me.

This is why I like hard work. We have to start work in the morning, but it’s hard to find people, so we just provide room and board to keep people who worked the day before working.

The smell of the men’s sweat from hard work almost made me want to eat dinner, but it was a room with a place to rest. I’m thrilled.

If you work, they give you food and a place to sleep. This is truly God’s workplace.

“That’s why I squeeze old women’s chest when my husband isn’t around! “Hold on to it.”

As I lay quietly in a corner, I heard stories about the men’s affair.

“Mr. Joo, how long are you going to talk about that? “It’s a story about how I couldn’t include it anyway and was caught by my husband and was beaten.”

ah! Why is it a spoiler?

I was lying down on my desk in the classroom, listening intently as if I was secretly listening to an insider’s drip.

“Then who else can you talk to besides me?”

“That’s right.”

“….”

There was silence in the room where the men were gathered. What is this? Is there anyone who can explain the story?

“Does anyone have something interesting to talk about?”

As the silence continued, a deep voice came from a corner of the room.

“Oh my gosh! Pastor, are you awake? Were our voices too loud?”

“sorry!!”

“We were so noisy.”

Everyone stood up at once and apologized to the pastor who was lying down. Daemokjang refers to the most experienced craftsman among carpenters.

He is a top technician whose price is different from those who receive wages for moving luggage with me and assisting other men.

In addition, although the foreman was in charge of the salary and management supervision of the construction site, it was the chief pastor who led the work. Therefore, he was the most respected person in the field.

“No. I wasn’t sleeping. “It’s a burden, so everyone rest in peace.”

When the chieftain beckoned, everyone sat down. Why isn’t everyone lying down?

I hope the division commander can rest in peace. Is it in a state?

Technology is power.

This is why people need to learn skills. father. While I was writing a novel, I got hit in the back of the head and heard that sound, so I couldn’t even hear it, but it was still true.

“Huh, why is it so quiet? “I was thinking of listening to a story before going to bed.”

“You try it.”

“hey. “Why are you telling me to talk in front of the pastor?”

The men just put off talking to each other and no one said anything.

How many people would stand up and boast about their talent in front of the division commander?

“I will reward the person who tells the story according to how interesting it is.”

Since we kept putting it off and no one came forward to talk, the chieftain offered a reward.

uh?

Division commander reward?

I can’t stand this.

“I will try it.”

I immediately raised my hand.