The Return of The Crazy Demon Chapter 121

Episode 121 It’s so hard to change your destiny.

The place that Lord Hyeolya Palace guided me to was a luxurious manor called Suwolok (水月屋), and I couldn’t tell whether it was a restaurant, a guesthouse, or a guest house.

This is because I have rarely been to luxurious places.

As I walked in, I looked around and it seemed like it was just a place that combined everything. Food was sold, alcohol was sold, and even well-decorated outbuildings were set up in independent spaces.

It was an excessive guest cup used by so-called VIPs.

We settled down in an independent space of the annex while watching the guides treat the palace owner with utmost respect.

Even though I didn’t order anything, light dishes started coming out.

Since everyone found the palace lord very difficult, I asked whatever came to mind.

“Blood Night Palace Lord, have you danced a sword dance here before?”

The Lord of the Blood Night Palace responded with a puzzled expression.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Because everyone treats the palace lord with the utmost respect.”

The Prince of Blood Night shook his head slightly and responded.

“This place was built with palace funds. Since it is not possible to blindly collect rewards, the operation is entrusted to someone who is good at business, and some of the profits are brought to the main palace. In effect, I am the owner.”

“aha.”

I was surprised and looked at the Lord of the Blood Night Palace again.

‘She is a fascinating woman.’

Geomma, Jwasa, Prince Hyeolya, Gyoyoung, and I sat around a round table and started eating.

In the middle of the day, Shibi would come up and pour water for him, and his body was so good that the whole group was a little embarrassed.

They say you can’t give your dog’s habits to others.

Whenever there was a dispute, the master looked at his chest and drank water.

After repeating this, the Sword Demon let out a deep sigh.

“Disciple.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You fall in love too often. To look at his wife’s body so blatantly. “I feel ashamed of myself for nagging you like this in a place like this.”

Master Zwa responded in a more serious tone than usual.

“Master, is it possible that I am sick? “There is a part of me that cannot control myself.”

The Sword Demon said while looking at the Lord of the Blood Night Palace.

“Senior, my student is like this. Since you were young, you have enjoyed evaluating people and have often looked at their physiognomy. What do you think? “For the first time in a while, let’s listen to the story of Hyeolseonja (血仙子)’s physiognomy.”

Blood Seonja seems to have been the nickname of the Prince of Blood during his youth.

A sage (仙子) usually refers to a woman with a beautiful appearance, but in my eyes, the beauty of the princess was not that outstanding. Her emotional distress had affected her face, making it look quite disfigured.

The Blood Night Palace Master’s military power was quite strong enough to match that of the Sword Demon, but since the target of revenge was the religious leader, it was only natural that he suffered for a long time.

Prince Hyeolya, who was looking at Zuo Sa’s physiognomy, answered.

“It is definitely a physiognomy that reveals color. “Why couldn’t it be corrected until it got to this point?”

The Sword Demon answered in a confused tone.

“As you know, a disciple is not a religious figure. “He accepted me as a disciple without knowing that he was in this condition.”

Lord Blood Yagung said while examining Zuo Shi’s physiognomy.

“There are often cases where men are born as men and become pathologically obsessed with women. Of course, there are cases like that with women too. This in itself is not a problem, but the time of birth is important. If your disciple was born during a time of war and became a general or a king who led a nation, there would be no problem. This is because in times of war, if you command an army and have excellent military power, other shortcomings are overlooked. But in times like these… … “What did you say your name was?”

Jwasa replied.

“It’s a dream.”

“If you act like you, you will be accused of being a lecher, criticized, criticized, and chased around. However, even if you are chased like that, you will not be able to cure your deep illness. “It is a disease of the body and mind that will go away only after death.”

After finishing his explanation, the Lord of the Blood Night Palace looked at Gyoyoung.

“A guy like this is a man you should never meet. Do you understand?”

Gyoyoung answered.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Today I will look at you and fall in love, tomorrow I will make love to Shibi, and that evening I will snoop around Giru. “I would wake up in the morning and talk to the wife and daughter I met on the way home.”

I grinned while eating.

“That is correct.”

Zuo Shi spoke to the Prince of Blood with a serious expression.

“Senior, is there any way to fix it?”

“does not exist.”

“Why?”

“It’s because you don’t have the heart to fix it. Repeated actions lead to fate. Live with the knowledge that you will become a bastard in the future. You might die miserably. “Continuing to practice martial arts would also be a way.”

Gyoyoung asked as if he was curious.

“Then who should I meet?”

This time, the Lord of the Blood Night Palace looked at me. The fierce snake-like eyes scanned me thoroughly, and then the princess continued her words.

“This kind of guy is the type of person you should never meet. If that Meng-yeon guy is number one, then Hao Wen-ju here is number one. “In a woman’s situation, it’s fifty paces, a hundred paces.”

I responded with a sour expression.

“Why is that so?”

The Lord of the Palace of Blood explained to Gyoyoung.

“Look closely at Hao Wenju’s eyes and expression. This guy has no intention of starting a family. That’s often the case with men who live prepared to die. Kyoyoung, look at your forehead.”

Gyoyoung touched his still swollen forehead.

The Prince of Blood continued to speak.

“Every time you offend, you will be punished. There is no such thing as a straight man who puts his hands on a woman since ancient times.”

The master looked at me with a pitiful expression.

“That is correct.”

I ate while looking around the audience.

“… … “It’s ridiculous.”

Gyoyoung asked the Lord of the Palace of Blood.

“But why didn’t anyone use the word Takbam in the palace?”

“That’s something you only use when you’re joking around with friends. “How could those in the palace use the word Takbam against you?”

Gyoyoung asked.

“What if I use it?”

“You’re going to beat up the servants?”

“yes.”

The Blood Night Palace Lord looked at the Sword Demon as if he had nothing to say.

Geomma said to Gyoyoung.

“Kyoyoung, how old are you this year?”

“I’m eighteen.”

“You are past the age of hitting your servants or feeding them chestnuts, so you shouldn’t do that.”

Gyoyoung responded.

“Yes, uncle.”

“If someone with your level of martial arts skills hits a servant with a hammer, he could die.”

The flow of conversation was truly chaotic.

I just snorted while eating, and snorted while eating soup.

Anyway, the rice was delicious.

“Your cooking skills are quite good.”

The Sword Demon looked at my expression and asked.

“It looks like Moonju also has something to say.”

I nodded and then looked at the Blood Night Palace Lord.

“… … “Looking at me, I don’t think I have much time left to live.”

The monk who was drinking water squirted out the water in his mouth.

“Pfft – Oh, I’m sorry.”

“… … !”

Lord Blood Night put down his chopsticks and looked at me.

“I’m embarrassed because this is the first time I’ve heard such bad language.”

When the Lord of the Blood Night Palace showed signs of anger, the Sword Demon spoke.

“I’m not the type of guy who talks nonsense all the time, so just listen to it first.”

“Let’s listen.”

I spoke after chewing the large piece of stew to the end.

“Since I competed with a senior swordsman, I will admit that my martial arts skills are excellent.”

The Blood Night Palace Lord was about to say something, but after seeing the Sword Demon’s expression, he kept his mouth shut.

After wetting my throat with water, I opened the spout with a serious expression.

“It was nice to eat today’s meal at Hyeolya Palace. It looks like they are living a closed life, not accepting outsiders. Do you think the cult leader won’t be able to find them if they hide like this? With just one word from the cult leader, his minions will spread and they will eventually find him, whether it takes a year or two or three years. Kill, just one word and the cult leader’s minions will clash with each other. Then, on the day when the religious leader appears in person, the Hyeolya Palace disappears. The palace lord will die, the wife and daughter who hit me here will die, the servants will die, and the superiors will also die. “The money will be transferred to the church, and only a pile of ashes will remain where the palace used to be.”

The Lord of the Blood Night Palace answered.

“We are not that weak.”

“So is it stronger than Gyo? “No way.”

“What do you want to say?”

“What’s the name, Hyeolya Palace? What is this, a blood-red night? No matter who hears this, it is a magic power. “Senior Sword Demon, isn’t it?”

The Sword Demon answered.

“Hyeolya (血夜) was the palace lord’s grandfather’s nickname.”

“Anyway, it’s ridiculous to use my grandfather’s nickname as the name of the organization. First, throw away the name Blood Night Palace. A country changes its name when its dynasty changes, but what kind of big deal is that? In the first place, it is vain for the princess to dream of revenge in isolation. I guess I lack a sense of reality. Of course, the religion is stronger, so how are you going to get revenge? Groups are weak, and individual strength will be even lower. If you want to survive, you have no choice but to change. You should know that what the palace lord said to the pooping bastard also applies to the palace lord himself. It is said that repeated actions lead to fate. Isn’t the palace lord also unwilling to change his closed nature? “Then the day of death will come soon.”

“… … .”

Everyone held their breath and stood still at my scolding.

I continued talking while drinking water.

“From what I see, Mr. Geomma is also a man with personal tendencies. If such a senior had said he would visit the Blood Night Palace, she should have invited him as an honored guest. She says serving a meal is difficult. If the news spread, it would be something like this. She is a sword demon who comes and goes from the Blood Night Palace… … . She must be quite unpleasant news for the cult leader. Disturbing people are interacting. However, it turned out that the second son of Baekdo Wind Cloud Dreamer was among the group, and that Wenju, an unheard-of shabby force called Haomun, was also snooping around. If this happens, won’t the number of people the religious leader has to deal with increase?”

I tried to pick up the tangchori chuck with my chopsticks, but the atmosphere felt too heavy, so I put my chopsticks back down.

“Look. Blood Night Palace Lord. Surviving isn’t easy. You have to do anything to avoid dying. “If I were in the palace lord’s position, I would first grab Senior Sword Demon’s trouser legs.”

I said, tapping my hand on the table.

“Anyway, now is not the time to play around with Woldanhwa. Did you understand what I said? So, what I’m saying is that you should actively help me when I hit Saryugok’s salsu.”

The Sword Demon responded with a puzzled expression.

“Does the story unfold so suddenly?”

The Lord of the Blood Night Palace looked at me and said.

“I understand what you’re saying, but I’m embarrassed because I’ve never seen a guy as arrogant as you.”

Suddenly, I saw a woman named Gyoyoung looking at me, so I spoke briefly.

“What you looking at.”

“… … .”

The Lord of the Palace of Blood asked Gyoyoung.

“What do you think?”

“I am in favor of changing the name.”

“With what?”

“Listen to the elders’ stories. Or, I don’t think it would be a bad idea to change it to the Holy Fire Palace according to the Divine Fire God’s Art of Destruction and the Holy Fire that my father created. Wouldn’t it be more natural to follow the name of a martial artist rather than a nickname? “Anyway, now there is no one who has learned my great-grandfather’s martial arts, except for the elders.”

The Lord of the Blood Night Palace nodded.

“Please note.”

At this time, the moment Shibi, who had a voluptuous body, came in to clean up the dishes, everyone looked at Zwasha.

The master of the left reflexively turned his head towards Shi Fei, but at the same time slapped his cheek with his hand, moved his head, and glared at the empty space ahead.

Sibi was startled by the sound.

“… … .”

I spoke to those seated in a calm tone.

“Changing fate has never been this difficult.”

Master Zwasa responded with a sad expression.

“To agree. “It’s not easy.”

As soon as he said this, the master closed his eyes tightly. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.

“Do the damn thing. Oops.”

Jwasa’s eyes, which were forced closed, were trembling.

Lord Blood Yagung, who was lost in thought, looked around the audience and said.

“… … Then, I will go to the palace and serve tea. “Everyone, get up.”

Gyo-yeong, who had been looking at Jwasa’s antics, said something to Jwasa.

“You really seem crazy.”

Jwasa opened his eyes and answered.

“Please refrain from saying such mean things to your brother.”

When Jwasa smiled and narrowed one eye, Gyoyoung was startled.

I made eye contact with the Sword Demon and sighed at the same time. In the meantime, the Lord of the Palace of Blood embraced Gyoyoung and spoke as if to avoid a plague.

“Don’t look. let’s go.”

“yes.”

In fact, changing one’s destiny is very difficult.

Anyone would do that.

It’s the same for Saekma, and it’s the same for me.

The normal beauties I knew in my past life had nothing to do with me. If you think about it carefully while you are scolding the Lord of the Blood Night Palace, longing for the left hand, and craving a wife who swings a whip… … .

I feel like that will happen in this lifetime as well.

At this point, I discovered a secret about regression.

I have a vague idea of ​​other people’s future.

Actually, I still don’t know my future.

However, there are some facts that remain unchanged regardless of the past or present.

I am a man who can somehow change his fate.

Otherwise, the incident in which Jeomsoi of Ilyanghyeon came to be called Gwangma would not have happened.

From Jeomsoy to Gwangma.

What will happen again in Gwangma?

This is the homework of my regression.

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