Volcanic Spirit

Five, the occupation of political affairs by Chuma.

Sima Chung was a special presence within the political affairs office.

His family is at the top of the Yellow River, one of the top places known in the northern part of the island. As he traveled to and from the general to go up, he had connections with government officials, and he left quite a few fighters empty-handed.

Sima Chung is the youngest son of such a place.

The first worked at the top, and the second went into the Jongnam faction's disciple. So the reason why the youngest, Sima Chung, is training at the elementary angle was obvious. It was the will of the upper states to make connections with volcanic waves.

"I, uh, calculate better than you, uh! I was better at running than you. But why is it volcanic?"

The amount of donations received through Sima Chung was significant as it was the mouth-to-mouth of the amount of donations received through Sima Chung was significant. Rumors had it that the money alone would cover the political officer's months of operating expenses. In addition, Sima Chung was taught swordsmanship by a top warrior before entering the initial pavilion.

So he must have been inflated by the idea of becoming the leader of the initial angle.

However, the decline of volcanic waves did not solve everything by money. After evaluating the musculature, quality and personality, Sima Chung was assigned to a political affairs officer, not a real official. Although the political affairs officer and the government official are close, it cannot be denied that the latter has the upper hand.

"Well, let's say that's true. But why! Is he a political officer? Hey! From what you see, uh! Am I fit for a political officer?"

At the irritating question of Samachung, the coffin, which was tearing off the chicken leg, shook its head hurriedly.

"Oh, no!"

It was a retort that I didn't feel any sincerity in. When I looked around, I found myself filled with people who would sell their souls to one chicken leg.

Sima Chung asked the Guan Do, who licked the bones like a dog.

"Daeng Woong, woof, man! Why aren't you coming?"

Guan-do, however, is late in replying to the bone.

At that moment Sima-chung blushed and began to beat up the coffin.

"You bastard! Uhh! I! I stammered! Whoo, ignore it? Uhh! You too, man, I'm more, more funny than my brothers!"

He didn't hit me with his inner workings, but it was just the pain of the blood. Hana Guandao struggled as if he had been subjected to the most powerful attack in the world.

Sima Chung saw it and gave a funeral.

"Ha, really. Yum, I don't trust anyone."

When I thought of the secret dance between Lee Hwon and Won Won Won-hwi 10 days ago, my anger subsided.

'Only if I put him under me.

Even now, when I think about the memory of the day, I felt like my lower stomach was shaking. Objectively speaking, Lee Hwon was absolutely no match for Won. But didn't he trample on it as if he were playing with a young child?

"Okay."

Sima Chung only smiled full of face.

In the northern part of the island, Hwang Ui-sang and Won Young-gum have long been colleagues and competitors. As a result, evaluations among children have long been talked about. He blamed Won Won-hwi for being assigned to the political post. I believed that it would not be difficult to cover the entire initial angle without cost-hwi.

However, the reality was not so green.

However, Lee Hwon has made a breakthrough.

"Lee Hwon! Uh, why isn't he coming?"

At that time, there was a pipe loitering from the other side of the vacant lot.

It's Lee Hwon.

He shook his hand, as Podaewoong did.

"Hey, Sima Chung, where are you? "Who is a Sima Chung who has no authority, because he has no connection with Samasegah, and is the youngest in the family?"

Sima Chung's eyes grew as big as a tear.

He had to pull out a wooden sword at any moment because he touched a disgusting part. Since it is a quality wooden sword supplied by the top of the Hwang Ui, it will not break even if you hit it until you become a half-bomb. Unlike the one in anger, I couldn't lift a finger.

This is due to the appearance of Po Dae-woong.

"Chung. I'm sorry."

It would not be simply an apology for being late.

"I hear you're full of inferiority complex with Won. "Without the cost whistle, the initial angle is in your hand,····."."."

"Shut up!"

Sima Chung glared as if he would rip open a gun. I don't know about anyone else, but I trusted Podaewoong a little bit. However, it was ridiculous that he told me everything about himself before a moment passed.

"Sorry."

Po Dae-woong couldn't even lift his swollen face.

Lee Hwon stepped out again.

"Anyways, they told me to come under you. Is it still valid?"

Sima Chung narrowed the forehead.

Ten days ago, Yi Hwon was not very visible. Just taking care of the bottom lines, or just liking to play. However, he seemed to have changed into a completely different person since Bimu.

"He, yes. It's valid."

"Then I'll answer. I refuse."

Sima Chung raised the corners of her mouth at Lee Hwon's words.

It's been a long time since I've played a game with myself.

Perhaps it is the first time since Won-hwi.

Sima Chung answered with a growl.

"You, uh! You'll die. Don't mess with me."

Hana Yi-hwon was still as relaxed as if she had come out for a walk.

"Have you ever killed a man?"

“······.”

"You don't have it. So don't talk nonsense, just let the kids go. You have to go through it once anyway."

Sima Chung's face was as red as a ball of fire.

He shouted at the officials, each with meat in his hand.

"Until when! Uhh! Just! Scold me, scold me!"

"Yap, you said stutter, but it's worse than Podaewoong told you."

"Lord, kill him!"

Only then did the officials run towards Yi Hwon.

Some of them are clumsiness anyway, so some of them were in a hurry to fight with their bones.

Lee Hwon pulled a piece of wood out of his sleeve.

It was about the size of a palm, and about two fingers thick.

'Let me see.'

There are seven people currently approaching.

It's not a encirclement, it's not a true law.

I just jumped at it.

"Whoo."

As soon as he breathed for a long time, the blood flow in his body seemed to accelerate rapidly.

Eyesight improved, hearing became clear.

After counting the order of arrival among the seven, he approached the nearest one. After lightly avoiding the wooden sword with its head, he pressed it between his armpits with a piece of wood.

"Laughing out loud!"

The boy groaned groaningly and died like a caterpillar. The next one had so many gaps that he just slapped him in the face. The level of military merit of political officials was not enough to call it a level of achievement. Even if he were a bully, he would have been better than them. At least they've had enough hands-on experience.

"You too. You too!"

slapped on the ear, pressed down on the wood, and walked on the foot.

Even before I could take four such steps, seven of the perfects were scattered with different groans.

Clap clap clap

She claps, saying, "The tactless brush is cool."

Lee Hwon accepted it again, shrugged his shoulders, and asked Samachung.

"Do you want to do it?"

“······.”

"Think carefully. Once you do it, there's no turning back."

Sima Chung's turtleneck wriggled violently.

Lee Hwon's eyes were too dark to be his age. Moreover, I was appalled at the occasional licking of my lips with my tongue.

Lee Hwon looked at the fallen coffins and shook his chin as if he knew it.

"Shall we get rid of those, and have some conversation between the chiefs?"

It was as easy as swimming on the ground to flatter a young man. Sure enough, Sima-chung, who was cornered, coughed in vain and nodded.

"He, yes. Between the chiefs! Uhh! Let's talk."

After a while, only Yi Hwon, Sima Chung, and Yang Chil-man were left.

"What about him?"

"Uh! My wig."

Lee Hwon's reply showed a complicated look on his face.

However, he did not leave his seat at the end.

"You've become someone else in the last few days?"

"That's enough. Let's talk about important things like a general."

Sima Chung quickly forgot the topic, and bragged in vain.

"He, yes."

"I overheard it from Po Dae-woong. About what you want to do, and what you need. Do you want to bury your bones in the volcanic waves for now?"

Sima Chung shook his head firmly.

His goal is to return to the top of the Yellow River and become a legitimate successor.

I couldn't easily answer the next question.

"Won Ga-hwi, you want to win, don't you?

The retort to a covert proposal was not long overdue.

Lee Hwon began to persuade Samachung as soon as he nodded.

"I'll make it possible for you to knock down the cost whistle with your hands. Then people will think that Hwang Ui-sang is better than Won Young-moon. What do you say?"

"My exploits, Khheum, to you?"

Sima Chung was reluctant to answer.

Hana Lee Hwon sensed that everything had already been settled.

If Samachung had suspected him, he would have mentioned whether he had the ability. However, he only cared about what he had to do to show his military achievements.

Now it was time to put chopsticks in the well-cooked meat.

Lee Hwon grabbed Samachung's hand.

Then he took it to his own Danjeon.

Of course, the moment he thought of something else, he would split his head with the power of blood.

"Huck!"

Sima Chung opened his eyes wide.

I could only feel the shape of the Danjeon, but I could not feel the inner workings of the Danjeon.

I`ve turned Won-hwi into an anti-bacterial figure in this situation. And you?"

Lee Hwon's words made Sima Chung's eyes dreamy.

Perhaps you are imagining trampling on the cost in a much stronger, more stylish way than Yi Hwon.

Sima Chung gulped down his saliva and gathered his breath.

"Hmm, if you'll do that, big! As far as I can, Whoo! I'll do everything for you."

Still, the son of a merchant knows the way of dealing.

Lee Hwon lowered his voice.

"Can you get me a drink for now?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun