Reaper of the Drifting Moon - Chapter 383
Episode 383
While everyone was asleep, there was a figure moving silently on the roof of Namcheon Hall like a stray cat.
It was a human in a black uniform.
He walked on the roof in silence, his face completely covered with a mask.
The black figure stood on the roof and looked around for a moment.
It was still early in the morning.
The world before sunrise was very dark, and not even the shadows of people could be seen on the streets.
The black figure lifted the tile and hid inside the roof.
He moved on a crossbeam.
He completely stopped breathing and even hid his presence.
There were many guests staying in the inn, but no one noticed that a black figure was passing over their heads.
After moving carefully for a long time, the black figure finally arrived at its destination.
The place he stopped and looked down was a room in the annex of the Namcheon Building.
Inside the room, someone was sleeping, breathing heavily.
Seruk!
Inyoung came down to the room without a sound.
He looked intently at the man sleeping on the bed.
Pyowol was the owner of a white and beautiful face that stood out even in the dark.
The black figure whispered in Pyowol’s ear.
“Aren’t you sleeping? I know.”
In an instant, Pyowol opened her eyes.
Even though the masked man was in his room, Pyowol did not look surprised at all.
Like he said, it was because Pyowol already knew.
The moment the masked man stepped on the roof of Namcheongwan, Pyowol sensed his presence.
The reason he watched so far was because the masked man had no murderous intent.
The masked man snorted as he saw Pyowol staring at him.
“joy! I knew it. Anyway, I’m going to die of hate.”
he took off his mask Then, like a three-tier black hair, it poured down like a waterfall.
At first glance, she looked ordinary, but she was a woman with a strange beauty that caught people’s attention.
As far as Pyowol knew, there was only one woman in the world with these characteristics.
“Hong Ye-seol!”
“long time no see.”
The woman, Hong Ye-seol, smiled, showing her white teeth.
“What is going on here?”
“I came to see you.”
“That’s funny.”
“oh! Really.”
Hong Ye-seol widened his eyes and looked at Pyo-wol. A seductive smile still hung on her lips.
she bowed her back
They got close enough to touch each other face to face.
Hong Ye-seol whispered in Pyo-wol’s ear.
“Will you tell me how much I missed you?”
She even put her body on top of Pyowol’s body.
Pyowol hugged Hong Ye-seol by the waist.
“Ho-ho-ho!”
Hong Ye-seol broke the prison sentence and dug deeper into Pyo-wol’s arms.
The clothes she was wearing slipped and fell to the floor.
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“Whoops!”
Hong Ye-seol caressed Pyo-wol’s chest with his smooth white fingers.
Hong Ye-seol, who showed off her white naked body while lying face down on Pyo-wol’s body, hummed a song about what was so fun about it.
Hong Ye-seol’s fingers came up to Pyo-wol’s face.
She whispered as she touched Pyowol’s cheek.
“How can you have such good skin? tell me Did you take the elixir without my knowledge?”
“What is going on here?”
“Other words. Because I came to see you.”
“Have you received a request?”
“cadet! Not funny.”
Hong Ye-seol stood up as if steam had leaked.
She wrapped herself in a blanket and went to the window.
When I opened the window, I could see the moonlit Poyang Lake. The moon, which had been hidden behind the clouds when she entered, had reappeared.
The moonlit surface of the water shimmered like a jewel.
Hong Ye-seol leaned against the window and looked at Poyang Lake.
Her appearance in the moonlight was very beautiful. Any man could not help but be moved by her deadly figure. But Pyowol was cool.
“I received a request.”
“Sheesh! it doesn’t work either that’s right. I got a request.”
“The target?”
“Why are you like this? You know the unwritten rules of our world. Even you can’t tell me.”
“Did you come alone?”
“Because I can’t tell you.”
Hong Ye-seol shook his head again.
Pyowol didn’t ask anymore.
‘If Hong Ye-seol moved, the target must be a big player.’
In Lake Poyang, there were many people who could be called the giants of the river.
Namgung-wol, Yong Ha-sang, Ju Seol-pung, and Jang Ho-yeon were young enough to be called big players.
Even if one of them died, it was clear that a big storm would occur in Gangho.
The question was who made the request to Hong Ye-seol.
No matter how brilliant Pyowol’s brain was, he couldn’t have guessed that far without any information.
Hong Ye-seol smiled and approached Pyo-wol.
“Don’t make it too complicated. You just have to enjoy this time.”
She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Pyowol’s neck. And he looked at me with deep eyes.
It wasn’t Pyowol who didn’t know what she wanted.
Pyowol hugged her roughly and kissed her on the lips. Hong Ye-seol greeted the intruder by moving his red tongue like a snake.
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When Pyo-wol opened her eyes again, Hong Ye-seol had disappeared without a trace.
Only traces of the hot night remained in the room.
Pyo-wol wore the clothes over and over again.
Finally, as I put on the Amryongpo, a ghost appeared out of nowhere and climbed up on his feet. And as if it were natural, it was coiled around his forearm.
My stomach was slightly swollen, as if I had eaten somewhere. Pyowol stroked Gwia’s hair once and left the annex.
“Are you out?”
The first person to greet him when he came out to the restaurant was Yoo Soo-hwan. He was already eating a large table.
“Sit down. All you have to do is add rice.”
“Eat later.”
“yes?”
“I have a place to go.”
“Where?”
“Go and tell me.”
Pyo-wol left the inn leaving Yoo Soo-hwan behind.
The place he headed was the workshop street on the outskirts of Poyang Lake.
‘It must have smelled like iron.’
Hong Ye-seol herself did not know, but her body had a faint iron smell.
It was the distinctive smell of iron when it burns.
Pyowol knew well where the smell came from.
It was a street like this.
It smelled like that only in this place, where weapons and farming tools were made by directly melting iron in a hot furnace.
Dudeuk!
The moment he set foot on the workshop street, Pyowol’s facial muscles moved and he changed into a completely different person.
Pyowol did not think that she had come simply to make love with him.
Every action of an assassin must have a reason.
I had to know why.
The method Pyowol chose was to find a place that smelled the same as her body odor.
People with a dull sense of smell may feel the same smell of burning iron, but Pyowol knew that there were differences depending on the type of iron and the type of fuel used in the furnace.
Pyowol entered the studio at the beginning of the street.
As soon as he entered the workshop, a sweltering heat greeted him.
“welcome.”
The clerk greeted him warmly.
Pyo-wol pretended to be roughly choosing a weapon and approached the furnace.
In front of the brazier, craftsmen were hammering with their tops off. Beads of sweat flowed down their bodies incessantly.
The moon came close to them. Then the smell of burning iron strongly stimulated the sense of smell.
‘It’s not here.’
It was slightly different from the smell that was on Hong Ye-seol’s clothes.
“There is nothing I like. I will come back next time.”
Pyowol made such an excuse and came out.
The next place he headed was the studio right next door. But even the smell of iron here was slightly different from what he remembered.
Pyowol came out with the excuse that he did not like the weapon. And then went back to the next room.
Pyo-wol visited all the workshops on the street in turn. No one thought Pyowol’s behavior was strange.
It was because there were so many unmanned people here.
Weapons were the life of an unmanned man.
Of course, you had to choose carefully.
In addition to Pyowol, many warriors went around at least five or six studios to choose from.
It was when I entered the twelfth workshop.
Pyowol wrinkled the tip of his nose slightly.
The smell of iron wafting from the furnace matched exactly the smell in his memory.
In front of a large brazier, two artisans were heating iron with their shirts off.
Pyowol pretended to choose a weapon and moved closer to them.
At that moment, the old craftsman shouted as he took out an iron heated in the flames.
“now!”
“yes!”
The young craftsman hammered hard with an answer.
Chop!
The sound of iron grinding in a hammer echoed through the studio.
Sparks flew from the iron in all directions.
A few sparks also touched the body of the artisans. Nevertheless, the artisans focused only on hammering without a hint of heat.
Because of that, he didn’t notice even when Pyowol came nearby.
Pyowol sniffed the scent close to them once again. It was also the same smell as Hong Ye-seol’s clothes.
‘This is it.’
Pyo-wol scanned the studio with sharp eyes.
I don’t know if this is Baek Guryun’s base or if he stopped by to buy weapons, but it was certain that Hong Ye-seol had stayed here anyway.
The workshop looked ordinary on the outside. It looked no different than any other workshop.
The weapons on the stalls also seemed to be of a high standard.
It was found that the craftsmanship of the craftsmen was quite excellent.
At that time, the older clerk smiled and approached Pyowol.
“Is there a weapon you are looking for in particular?”
“I’m looking at the types of swords, is this all?”
“It’s inside, would you like to see it?”
“hmm!”
Pyowol nodded, and the clerk guided him into the studio.
There was also a display stand inside, and weapons were well organized on it. It definitely looked better quality than the weapons out there.
The clerk picked up a sword from the shelf and said.
“This is one of the works that the artisans of our studio put their heart and soul into. As you can see, it uses very high-quality iron and has good strength. It is well balanced and sharp. Would you like to take a look for yourself?”
“hmm!”
Pyowol nodded and handed over the sword.
Daang!
As he flicked the blade with his fingers, a clear metal sound resonated throughout the workshop. Only a well-tempered sword could make such a clear metal sound.
As the clerk said, it was a well-made sword. However, it was not enough to satisfy Pyowol’s eye level.
Their skills were much lacking compared to Dangsochu, who made the ghost monument. So, there was no reason to buy the sword in hand.
The clerk continued, not knowing the meaning of such a sign.
“It is a good sword. It’s not easy to get something like this. It’s our workshop, so we make it, and you won’t be able to find such a well-made sword in any other workshop.”
There was strong pride in the clerk’s voice.
Then, the back of the clerk’s hand came into Pyowol’s eyes.
The backs of his hands were full of calluses. It was not unusual to have calluses on your hands from the hard work at the workshop. The problem was the place where the calluses were.
It was the back of the hand, not the palm.
No matter how hard the workshop was, the calluses could not go away even on the backs of the hands. Calluses like that were only created when you learned martial arts or handicrafts.
The clerk’s body was very slender and showed no signs of learning martial arts at all.
It was a body type that could not be possessed by those who had mastered martial arts that involved violent movements, such as swords, swords, or martial arts.
Pyo-wol had an intuition that the clerk was of the same type as him.
‘assassin!’
It was clear that he had reached a fairly high level.
It was because the assassin’s language could not be seen at all in his eyes or breathing. However, Pyowol’s eyes could not be fooled.
Pyowol was good at sniffing the same kind of smell as himself.
The clerk smelled of the same kind.
Pyowol said with a smile.
“I will buy this sword.”