Chapter 102 (1/2)

Byeok Tae-san stepped forward at a leisurely pace.

He first met with Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam. They were planting trees in the garden.

“Confucius, have you come?” The three of them stopped what they were doing and all at once bowed at a right angle to greet him.

“You seem to have worked really hard on your Muryangbo training.” The three of them were startled by Byeok Tae-san’s words, but soon came to their senses and quickly bowed once more.

“Yes. It’s a bit painful, but after I’ve done it, I can definitely feel my body getting better, so I’m doing it consistently.”

Of course, they were in a situation where they had no choice but to do it. If they didn’t, it would be really difficult if one were to openly rebel against Byeok Tae-san.

“Then learn this in the future.” Saying that, Byeok Tae-san hurriedly threw a thin booklet their way.

The black-eyed one hastily caught it. The title was written in black ink on the white cover.

However, the one who caught it could not read. He glanced at the book and Tae-san alternately, so Tae-san clucked his tongue and spoke once more.

“You haven’t even learned to write yet, so what exactly have you done? None of the people working in my fortifications did not know how to read.”

Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment.

“There is a cow over there. Go and ask him to read it.” Byeok Tae-san left those words and walked away.

Heukil looked at the booklet, Tae-san, and Soso that had just come out of the hall. Soon, he ran towards her.

“Soso, can you read?”

At the question of Black Il, Soso put her hand on her waist with a triumphant expression and raised her chin slightly.

“Of course. How many books have I read?” Heukil gently held out the booklet.

“Then… Can you read this to me?”

“Making iron? That’s how it is written.”

Heukil swallowed. “Well, then you mean this is a private book?”

“Do you think so? May I read the contents?”

Soso opened the book, read each letter one by one, and explained the meaning well. Her explanations were surprisingly detailed and easy to understand.

Although Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam were not very good at mental operations, Gugyeol was engraved in their hands.

“Did Confucius give you this?”

Heukil nodded at Soso’s question. “He told me to work hard.”

Thinking about it, they felt very grateful, but somehow it was a bit strange. “Come to think of it, Confucius seems to be in a very good mood today…”

“Okay? I’ll go see you later. Our Confucius often falls when he’s next to me when he’s in a good mood.”

“Huh?”

“It was like that in the past. If you are nearby on a good day, they take care of hermits and other things.”

“Yes?” Heukil listened to Soso’s words and looked down at the ironsmith’s secret treasure that was in her hand.

“By the way… In order to learn this, you need a real Mukcheol, where can you get it?”

“Hey, what are you worried about? We’re at the golden house. You can get any amount of Mukcheol. Of course, it’s not me, but someone with some status should come forward and give it…”

“Are you talking about someone like our Confucius, for example?”

“Yes?” Soso said that and laughed bashfully. However then, there was a bit of a commotion over the fence surrounding the garden.

“What happened?” Soso approached and asked a question, and the man in charge of the workers answered.

“I brought this by Confucius’ order, where can I put it?” The man asked Soso very carefully because Soso’s appearance and demeanor were both quite unusual. Soso checked what the workers behind her man were carrying.

“Uh? Is it Mukhcheol?” Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam were startled and rushed to check the Mukcheol.

“Hey, leave it here.” Heukil took the initiative and made him pile up the Mukcheol on one side of the garden. No, it was spread on the floor so that people could lie down.

From now on, whenever they had free time, they would lie down here and practice the Mukcheol craft.

Heukil then shouted his thanks to Byeok Tae-san dozens of times inside.

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Byeok Tae-san said that he had to go to the governor and bring him a Mukcheol. There was quite a bit of it that was kept in the golden closet, so the governor took care of it.

“Confucius, your face is bright today, so it’s good to see you. Do you have anything good to do?”

“Good things? Well, it’s always good for me. Wouldn’t it be nice to move around like this?”

“Oh my gosh, Confucius. What are you talking about? You will get well soon, as God and suffering are together.”

Byeok Tae-san laughed at that. He had no intention of telling anyone that he was completely healed. Anyway, it felt great.

‘The general has worked hard all this time, so I should take care of things this time…’

Byeok Tae-san thought like that and then suddenly tilted his head.

‘What else is this?’

When he had been with thousands of people, it was impossible for him to take care of anyone. His subordinates took care of things while he acted like the devil.

However, before he left the office, he made a secret service because he wanted to take care of Heukil, Heukyi, and Heuksam. The weapon they gave them was the Mukcheol Magician.

Although, of course, he wrote the title “Muk Ironsmith.” Mukcheoll was needed to learn martial arts, but once you mastered it, your body would become as hard as Mukcheol, so it would not be damaged by the sword, and it was an excellent martial art that could demonstrate tremendous muscle strength.

Anyway, they had taken care of Mukcheol, so the rest was now up to them to do.

And now, it was Tae-san’s turn to take care of the old general in front of him.

“Come to think of it, the commander-in-chief is also very weak. Didn’t the god Cheon Chushinui or Ilchimkai give you medicines?”

“Hey, I’m taking care of myself and eating well. Jangju also took good care of medicines that are good for the body, so it’s not like this even now.”

At this, Byeok Tae-san frowned. “What do you do when you’re just looking outward? Is your stomach very cheesy? Wait,” Byeok Tae-san took the paper-pencil that was placed on a nearby desk and scribbled something down.

The three-part secret was created in an instant. “

I cook this as soon as I wake up in the morning and before I go to bed.”

The commander-in-chief looked at him with a puzzled expression. “This… What is it?”

“It’s a suction.” The commander-in-chief put on a puzzled expression. The name was kind of awkward. It didn’t seem right.

“It’s nothing. It is a deep method that absorbs the spirits around it, and it is quite effective for energy recovery and stamina.”

“Where did you get this?”

“I just happened to find out.”

“Actually, Confucius originally knew a lot.”