I Reincarnated as a Legendary Surgeon - Chapter 129

Episode 129. The line that must not be crossed (2)

Un-hwan stopped stepping on Un-hu’s body as he sagged.

“Hehehe… Damn I used my power in the wrong place. hey. what is your name?”

Unhwan looked at the one closest to him among the four guards and asked.

“It’s a lark.”

“Yes, lark. You take responsibility, clean up for two years, and bring me to my wagon. Change your clothes into pretty ones.”

“All right. young master.”

When Unhwan entered the wagon he had been riding in, Jong-dal untied the ropes that were tying the pyeonseon first.

Jump up.

When the rope was untied, Pyeonseon jumped up like a frog and tried to hit Jongdal’s face with his forehead, but Jongdal, as if he had expected it, lightly raised his hand to cover her forehead and grabbed her back with his other hand.

“Tsk In a case like this, it’s not always a good thing that girls have pretty faces. Huya.”

“Your brother.”

“Go to the kitchen and get some clothes for this girl to wear. Oh, and the powder to apply to the face as well.”

“All right.”

When one of the warriors disappeared, Jong-dal carried the pyeonseon in one hand and went to the stream.

Chow ah…

Jong-dal violently tore Pyeon-seon’s clothes.

“Oh, I don’t need to be gagged anymore… I’m usually a bit inconsiderate, so understand.”

When Jong-dal released the gag that was blocking Pyeon-seon’s mouth, Pyeon-seon screamed at his throat and shouted for help.

“Tsk No matter how much you scream, no one will come to help you.”

Chow ah ah…

Jong-dal took a gourd from the carriage and threw it on Pyeon-seon’s body.

car window-!

-What kind of guy are you?

Suddenly, shouts and the clashing of weapons were heard in the distance.

‘That’s where the youngest just went… Damn, did his tail get stepped on?’

“older brother!”

At that time, the two escorts who heard the sound of weapons clashing like Jongdal drew their weapons.

The sound of clashing weapons still continued, but also the sound of horses hooves approaching very quickly.

“It seems that the tail has been stepped on. Get ready.”

* * *

As soon as he saw the line with his arms and legs tied by the streamside with his clothes torn like rags, a light flashed in the fireman’s eyes.

“These bastards…”

The fireman squatted with his feet together on the horse’s back like an acrobat, and when he got closer to the other warrior, he jumped up like a frog and drew his sword from top to bottom.

The opposing warrior was holding a sword, not a sword, but when the fireman attacked, he raised the sword with both hands as if supporting it and blocked the sword.

squeak.

Musa naturally thought that swords and swords would collide. But what I heard was the sound of flesh being cut by the sword.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!”

A terrifying scream erupted from the mouth of the samurai who had been making a puzzled expression for a moment.

The right arm holding the sword was severed and fell to the floor.

squeak.

The moment the sword flashed once more, the warrior’s screams stopped.

“Seo Seon-ah!”

“Heheheheheheug uhhh…”

Pyeonseon jumped into the fireman’s arms, buried his face in his chest, and wept bitterly.

The fireman hurriedly cut the ropes that bound her arms and legs with a sword and took off her coat to cover her body.

While the fireman was doing this, Janggoe killed the other two warriors and pursued the fleeing wagon.

The coachman, who had ridden Unhwan, drove the horses away, brandishing a whip like mad, but soon Ok-ju appeared from the opposite side and threw the dagger, which knocked the horses over and overturned the carriage.

While Ok-ju killed the coachman, Jang-goe climbed into the broken carriage and dragged out the unconscious Woon-hwan with blood dripping from his head.

Jang-goe did not kill Un-hwan and brought him to Hwa-bu.

While Unhwan was dragged away by Janggoe, he came to his senses after being slapped several times, but when he saw the fireman, he realized how the situation was going and begged for help.

“In my mind, I want to slit your head right away… but I think Seon is the one who has to decide what to do, so bear with it. Sunah, what are you going to do with this bastard?”

Pyeonseon lifted his sleeve and wiped away his tears, then gritted his teeth.

“Master, please lend me your knife.”

“we are here.”

When the painter held out his knife, Pyeon-seon accepted it and went to Un-hwan.

As Pyeonseon approached, Unhwan’s face showed urgency.

“Sweetie, calm down. Although I have made mistakes, I am a blood relative of the upper ranks of the Unga. If you harm me, Sojeo and that doctor won’t be safe either…”

Phew.

Pyeonseon did not respond and stabbed Unhwan in the chest.

“Gagging! Crazy…”

Tuk.

Unhwan’s head bent forward weakly before a few breaths had passed.

“개새끼야 잘못했으면 먼저 빌기부터 해야지 아무리 미친개라지만 협박이라니.”

Pyeonseon pulled out the sword that stabbed Woonhwan in the chest, wiped it roughly on his clothes, and returned it to the fireman.

“Well written. Master.”

“Good job. A bastard like that doesn’t deserve to live.”

“Are you worried that I killed Lee Ja…?”

“No, I killed the guy I was going to kill, so what are you worried about? I just wonder if it would have been better for me to leave this to you than to do it yourself.”

In fact, the painter was furious like fire, but when Woon-hwan died, he was a little worried on the other hand.

Woon-hwan deserves to die for what he did, but the sparks of today’s work will strike not only himself, but also his brother.

‘I’ve heard that you’re treating him as a half-baked child, but… But since his son is dead, he won’t be silent. How can I solve this?’

While the painter was struggling, he suddenly remembered the reason why Jojo was still fine even though he had beaten Geon-seok’s father to death with a club.

‘I don’t think it will be solved by telling the story that the dead bastard was a dog in heat… The only solution is to reveal that I also have power that the Unga guild can’t do anything about.’

The painter barely breathed a sigh of relief, taking Jojo’s example as a teacher on the other hand.

The power he thought was the sheer sapae.

* * *

The fireman loaded Unhwan, the four warriors, and the coachman’s corpses onto the wagon, and tied the severely injured Vice-Chancellor Unhu with a rope and put them on the wagon.

Then, after returning to Uicheong, I wrote something on a piece of bamboo and took out a sheer sachet and stamped it.

“Okju.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Take this letter and come meet the wise.”

Hyeonwi is a person in charge of the military of the prefecture, and is of a lower rank than the prefecture, but in reality, they have similar power and cooperate with each other in case of emergency.

“All right.”

After putting the bamboo stick in her bosom, Ok-ju rode a horse and ran towards the military commander.

“Janggoe-nim.”

“Yes, Senator.”

“Take this letter and go meet Bishop Eulji.”

“All right.”

When Jang Goe-do rode away, the fireman made Oh-bo and Bun-ah stay next to Pyeon-seon and went to the government building where his brother was.

* * *

‘It’s like killing a dog… but Master is taking care of the aftermath.’

After returning to Uicheong, Pyeon-seon felt confused as he saw the busy fireman.

Killing Unhwan was a good thing when he thought about it again.

But the problem was that his background was so enormous that he could not easily handle it.

‘You’re even using a shear sachet that you haven’t used in 3 years. Ha ha… should I have just put up with it?’

In addition, it was also questionable whether the shea sapae would work.

The influence of the upper rank of Unga is such that even the prefecture can tame it as it pleases. Although the sire sapae is powerful, it is such an upper class that has 300 private soldiers. It’s usually not difficult to deal with.

Pyeonseon was worried about the painter.

It was very common for Sheeusa to be assassinated.

Since he killed Unhwan, there is nothing he can do about it, but isn’t there no need for an innocent painter to suffer?

‘Should I go to the Unga Merchant, kill me, and tell Master not to touch me? Yes, it happened because of me… Let me solve it.’

As Pyeon-seon changed clothes and prepared to leave, Obo and Beon-a blocked her path.

“Where are you going?”

Pyeonseon seemed to be unable to go out if he told the truth, so he covered it moderately.

“The review is too complicated, so I’m going to get some fresh air.”

“It’s too dangerous outside right now, so Master told me not to go out of the courtroom.”

“I’ll only go around the prefectural office.”

“Then come with us.”

“I want to be alone right now… but how can it be?”

When Pyeonseon made a pitiful expression, Obo and Buna thought hard for a while.

They knew what Pyeon-seon could have been through, so it was understandable for her to want to be alone.

“Aww, I know. You must never go outside the prefectural office.”

“Do not worry.”

When Pyeon-seon went out of the office, Oh-bo and Bun-a watched her disappear, then turned their heads and looked at the carriage with the body.

“ouch.”

“Your death penalty.”

“Anyway, Samae… aren’t you nervous?”

“yes. One of the habits of a sister-in-law is to put your lips together when you make up your mind, and that was the case a little while ago.”

“I’ll look after the sister-in-law, so you watch over that carriage.”

“all right.”

Obo went straight in the direction where the buns disappeared and jumped lightly like a cat over the fence. Then, as if walking on flat ground, he quickly walked over the fence and disappeared.

* * *

Hwabok, who heard the fireman’s words, was in a complicated mood.

“This is definitely not going to be easy.”

But after he finished speaking, he burst into laughter.

“Joe hyung-nim, who kept the prefecture so well despite the existence of such people, is really amazing.”

“Can I praise Jo hyung-nim later, or how should I resolve it first?”

“I can’t think of a sharp number. It would have been nice if it was five days later, but where is this the fault of the side line? It really deserves to die.”

In fact, the current tug-of-war between Hwabok and Unga was almost ending with Hwabok’s victory.

The situation will come to a conclusion in the next five days or so.

I couldn’t help but feel regret that it had flown away.

“There are ways to think of it as an opportunity.”

“A chance? can you?”

“We have to fight for strength.”

The painter looked at Hwabok, who tilted his head, and continued.

“This guy has a pretty big background, but he’s a guy who died after committing a crime. There is also the Vice-Chancellor who will be proof of that. On top of that, if the corruption of the upper ranks that you have been investigating so far is enough, it will be a justification for mobilizing the military.”

“If the opponent is a bandit, we can’t even mobilize the military to punish the guild.”

“I will use the shea sapae.”

“Wasn’t your shea sapae limited to Uicheong?”

“His Majesty confined it to the will, but Taewi-nim gave permission to use military authority when necessary.”

“Am I really? But that’s overstepping his authority…”

“Strictly speaking, Taewi-nim has the right to command the military, so it’s not overstepping his authority. You can regard some of your powers as granting me.”

“Kuhm is it? Well, that doesn’t matter now. Anyway, it’s important that you can use the army.”

The worry quickly disappeared from Hwabok’s face.

“Brother, give me some paper, pencil, and ink.”

“What are you trying to do?”

“Coming to think of it, I think I’ve been neglecting Taewi-nim too much. I’d like to ask you how I’m doing after a while.”

“I should have done that beforehand. Is it because the lights are falling on your feet?”

“Do I look too foolish?”

“I can’t help it right now even if I show a little inside. we are here.”

When Hua Fu took out the bamboo stick, the painter hurriedly wrote something on it and sent it to Luoyang.

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