The Barbarian Writer of a Martial Arts Visual Novel Chapter 325

EP.325

“You mean I’m a hobbyist? “What are you talking about?”

Could it be that you have discovered my identity?

“Confucius Kang is a famous writer.”

Zhuge Hyang spoke in a confident tone even though he was unable to make eye contact.

I found out the identity I wanted to hide.

In times like this, the only way to keep the secret is to use the martial arts method of murder. The only time I’ve ever stopped a person’s mouth was with a door, not a knife, so I’ll have to listen to the story first.

“Hopil is my friend, not me.”

If I had intended to reveal it easily, I wouldn’t have hidden it in the first place. I immediately denied it.

“Prince Kang appeared in Uichang last year. Since he was from Joseon, he had no connection to Uichang.”

Zhuge-hyang paid no heed to my denial and began to unfold his reasoning.

It feels like there needs to be at least some background music for the answer part in a mystery story.

Am I the culprit in this situation? In the world of martial arts, I lived a good life, not committing heinous crimes, but only committing fraud and adultery to make a living.

“yes. you’re right.”

“But Dangga Pungun was released as soon as Confucius Kang opened the bookstore.”

I am neither from Jungwon nor from Joseon with no connections. How can they collaborate with Hopil, who was in Uichang, and release it at the same time as the store opens?

That’s a good point.

“Why don’t you bring good fortune to me as Hopil prepares to open a store? Thanks to this, the release was easy.”

“Is this a bookstore full of debt that hasn’t even opened?”

Isn’t it strange?

It is difficult to publish new books due to debt, and there are other bookstores, so why choose Daseogak? It was a sharp insight.

“The previous owner of the bookstore we acquired was supporting Hopil financially. “Through that fate, I met a close friend.”

I’ve been criticized for that a few times too, so I have something to say.

“If there is a problem with Confucius Kang, the writing of Dangga Pungun may come to a halt.”

I can’t believe you pointed out ‘It’s Hopil.’

“It’s because my friend thinks so much about me.”

“So, will volume 4 of Dangga Pungun come out soon?”

“I think it will come out when the Wuhan problem is solved.”

“…There is one conclusion that is easier than allowing too many coincidences to keep happening.”

“When you meet a companion by chance on a difficult road, don’t we call this fate?”

I spoke to Zhuge-hyang, who was looking suspicious, as if I were someone who was talking about an experience of encountering the gift of life.

I admit that there is an abundance of circumstantial evidence. But yes. There is no evidence. Isn’t it?

“What about the certified copy?”

“I was keeping it a secret, but I actually received it in advance.”

Zhuge Hyang immediately frowned at my words.

The only evidence has been blocked, so it’s over.

Now, we can just lead it to a pleasant misunderstanding and end it with a laugh. But I guess Zhuge Hyang didn’t ask me for nothing.

“Then what about this?”

Zhuge Hyang took something out of the box, as if taking something out of the pocket of a robot from the future.

Is there any more evidence?

When I looked closely at the evidence she took out, I saw that it was two books.

“Dang Jia Feng Yun and Exchange Diary?”

Why is this evidence?

“The writing style of both texts is the same.”

“ah.”

Zhuge Hyang is an avid reader of Tang Family Pungyun. What if she had carefully read the diary I wrote with all my heart a while ago?

At that moment, I understood why this happened.

“The most frequently used words, sentence placement, story development, and even composition. “It’s the same.”

Zhuge Hyang unfolded both the Tang family fortune and the exchange diary and compared them in front of me.

Among web novel writers, I’ve seen several cases where people get discovered even if they change their pen name, but I never thought it would be me.

The shackles of reasoning become narrower and narrower. Is this how a criminal feels when the truth is revealed to a great detective? But I have no intention of being caught easily.

“As I read my friend’s book hundreds of times, I can’t help but resemble him.”

The writing style can be similar.

“…Then what about your handwriting?”

It looks like the great detective has no intention of ending here.

“Handwriting? “You don’t mean that my handwriting is the same as the printed version, do you?”

“I once received a thank you letter from author Ho Pil.”

“yes? Thank you letter? uh?! “When you send a letter, do you send it in a pink envelope?”

At that moment, a letter passes through my mind.

“Yes.”

“I heard that you drew a picture after seeing Tang Jia Pung-un, but I had no idea that you actually sent a letter.”

Was this fan art that even a professional painter would be amazed by, sent by Zhugehyang Soje?

“Author Ho Pil’s handwriting and Confucius Kang’s handwriting are the same.”

It’s a rumor.

I couldn’t say anything in front of Zhugehyang, who was smiling because he had almost revealed the truth.

Should I reveal my identity?

no. If it was going to be revealed this easily, I would have revealed it to Lim Ha-yeon first. Then what should I say?

Ho’s handwriting and Kang Yun-ho’s handwriting are the same. As long as there is clear evidence, is there a way to escape?

there is.

“That letter was actually sent by me.”

“yes?”

“I am reading the letter to Hopil in advance. “I also write thank you letters.”

“Are you saying this is a letter from Prince Ga Kang?”

“yes. “I sent it to you instead of writing a letter, and I’m sorry if you were offended.”

In response to my polite apology, Zhuge Hyang clenched one fist and opened his mouth again.

“Oh… there is a transcript that should not be included in all the circumstantial evidence, and the handwriting is the same, but the letter was sent by Prince Kang and the writing style is also similar. Oh, is this a misunderstanding?”

Zhuge-hyang said as if he couldn’t believe it.

When I listed it. It seems like all that remains is my approval.

“I think you misunderstood. “If you think of one person as the culprit and collect only that evidence, everyone will be seen as the culprit.”

Of course, I will shamelessly leave without admitting it.

“No. “Everything points to Prince Kang.”

“haha. “If you have a talent for writing, why should you hide it?”

“….”

lie.

An intense gaze was focused on me from a face that couldn’t hide its expression well.

“You are free to believe. “But I’m also disappointed that they searched my room without permission.”

Her innocent gaze pricks me so painfully.

If things continue like this, I will have no choice but to nod my head.

Before I did that, I hurriedly hardened my countenance and raised the issue with Zhuge-hyang.

“ah! “That’s it.”

There’s no excuse, right? Zhuge Hyang was embarrassed and mumbled his words.

“I will give you a copy as a gift. Next time, please knock on the door and visit.”

It’s a congratulatory message. get out.

I sent Zhugehyang out of the door with a cold expression.

“I am Gongja! No, that’s not it. Now that I think about it, why did I get caught? “Kang Gongjaniyim!”

Even though his reasoning was at the level of a great detective, Jegal-hyang was still Jegal-hyang.

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“The work clothes have arrived, so I will give you two sets each.”

next day. The three of them went to the branch together and began distributing work clothes to employees.

“…Why did you get caught?”

Did they kick you out too coldly yesterday? Zhugehyang had been looking at me since morning and muttering with a shocked face.

“Jegal Soje. Why is it like that? “Did you fight?”

Fortunately, Lim Ha-yeon, who stays in the annex, didn’t seem to have heard yesterday’s conversation.

Ha-yeon Lim asked me with a puzzled look.

“It’s no big deal. Jegal Soje. You don’t have to worry too much about yesterday. “I don’t really care either.”

Because the intended goal of kicking them out was achieved. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn’t care and smiled at Zhugehyang.

You too, so stop doubting me.

“Yes…”

Zhuge Hyang barely nodded, perhaps feeling a little relieved by my laughter.

“I’ve prepared a place to change, so try them on now and tell me if they don’t fit.”

At my words, the employees went to their designated places and began to change their clothes.

“I changed my clothes too.”

“There is no need to wear Hayeon Sojeo…. Jegal Sojeo?”

“Oh my…”

Why did I freeze in shock?

“This dress is a cheongsam.”

An outfit that clearly emphasizes a woman’s lines. A bold but not vulgar side thigh slit. An outfit made of luxurious silk that caresses a woman’s skin and further emphasizes her femininity.

Lim Ha-yeon showed off her cheongsam in front of Zhuge-hyang and said, showing off her dizzying gourd body.

“Momomo’s entire body is revealed! “Huh, thighs too!”

Did you experience culture shock? Zhugehyang’s face was bright red and his lips were pursed like a crucian carp out of the water unable to breathe.

“Heh. “It shows because you have a pretty body.”

“Do I have to wear this too?”

I’m embarrassed. Zhuge-hyang turned his gaze from Ha-yeon Lim’s cheongsam to me and asked as if he were unsure.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

It would certainly be a burdensome outfit for the youngest daughter of Zhuge Se, who has grown up beautifully.

“that’s right. Manager Kang only selects and dresses employees he likes.”

“Ugh….”

Ha-yeon Lim, why are you deliberately puffing out your chest? If you do that, even if you try to wear it, you won’t be able to because you’ll be embarrassed.

“Please refrain from saying things that may cause misunderstanding. Jegal Soje. “It is worn by employees who are likely to be comfortable serving customers.”

It’s like I’m an evil boss who wants to enjoy wearing maid uniforms and cheongsam at the same time by making beautiful women wear cheongsams and aprons to satisfy his selfish desires.

He’s just a good store manager who dresses his employees in silk clothes as a welfare benefit.

“Other employees also came out wearing them. “Is there anything awkward about everyone?”

Im Ha-yeon smiled inexplicably at Jegal-hyang and walked towards the employees.

Hey. Mangeum Battlefield selected employees who were bright and knowledgeable.

With Im Ha-yeon in the middle, it all looks like gypsophila to decorate her.

“Kang Gongjaniyim.”

As I was looking at Ha-yeon Lim as if I was fascinated, I felt someone pulling my sleeve from my side with an expression of disapproval.

“Yes, Jegal Soje.”

Zhuge Hyang looked at the women wearing cheongsam, then lowered his head and spoke to me as if he had made up his mind.

“Can I wear it too?”

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