"Ah..."
Namgung Ji just let out a sigh and looked at Namgung Il.
His lies were all revealed.
His mind had gone completely blank, so Namgung Ji didn't even know what he should say now.
"Since you're not saying anything, I'll take it that you admit my words, right?"
"...!"
"I'll eat this later when I need to nourish my body..."
Namgung Il muttered and carefully put the wild ginseng he was holding into his clothes.
And his gaze turned to Namgung Ji again.
Looking at Namgung Ji, who still couldn't say anything, Namgung Il said in a cold voice.
"Then shall I receive the real one now?"
"...!"
"Hand it over. Where is the thousand-year-old wild ginseng?"
"J-just wait a little longer!"
In the end, Namgung Ji had no choice but to beg Namgung Il and explain his situation.
He had thought about trying to do sothing with force for a mont, but how could he win against a brat who had beaten Namgung Hae in a spar?
The best he could do was to ask for ti until Suseonghwa's mood improved.
"My mother's mood is so bad right now that it's difficult to ask her to get
a thousand-year-old wild ginseng right away!"
"..."
"A month... If you just give
that much ti, I'll really give you the thousand-year-old wild ginseng, so until then..."
"Why should I?"
"...Huh?"
"The notarized docunt clearly states that it will be paid imdiately after the spar ends. So why should I wait a month?"
"Th-that kind of talk, where on earth..."
Flutter—
"Namgung Ji will pay a thousand-year-old wild ginseng 'imdiately' if Namgung Il wins the spar with Namgung Hae."
"...!"
"I read it to you earlier, have you already forgotten?"
Namgung Il showed the notarized docunt again and said.
To think that it was even written in the notarized docunt when the thousand-year-old wild ginseng would be paid.
He had never thought that Namgung Hae would lose the spar, so he hadn't looked at such detailed parts.
"St-still, there's such a thing as compassion! Not a year, but about a month..."
"How shaless."
"...?"
"Why should I show compassion to a brat who not only avoided
but also tried to scam ?"
If Namgung Ji had co to him first and said that, Namgung Il might have thought about it a little.
But to ask for ti now after having done everything he could?
It was no longer worth considering.
"You think you're shaless too, don't you?"
"...Then what do you want
to do!"
Namgung Ji shouted as if annoyed.
It was no different from the pot calling the kettle black.
As if he had several layers of steel plates on his face, Namgung Ji continued to speak to Namgung Il in a loud voice.
"No matter what you say, I don't have a thousand-year-old wild ginseng in my possession right now!"
"Then you can pay ten tis that amount as written in the notarized docunt."
"If you can take it, then take it!"
Namgung Ji was now saying so with a strange smile on his lips.
'Even if I don't keep that promise, what can the governnt office do to ?'
He was a person with the blood of the Namgung Clan.
On top of that, wasn't the head of the World Escort Agency his maternal grandfather?
With the power of both the Namgung Clan and the World Escort Agency, even the governnt office would not be able to touch him carelessly.
'Yes, why was I so scared until now?'
Even if Namgung Il went to the governnt office with that notarized docunt, he wouldn't be thrown in jail.
As that conviction grew, Namgung Ji's face beca confident, and he said to Namgung Il.
"Are you feeling wronged? Then go to the governnt office with that piece of paper."
"..."
"I'm not scared at all."
The situation was now completely reversed.
Seeing Namgung Il's face, who was now with his mouth shut tight, a laugh naturally erupted.
Just then, Namgung Il opened his mouth in a low voice.
"Then I'll do as you say."
"Do as you please."
"How long does it take to get from here to Shaanxi?"
"...?"
Namgung Il muttered and was already turning around and walking away.
At that mont, the smile disappeared from Namgung Ji's lips.
As soon as he heard the na Shaanxi, Namgung Ji couldn't help but be flustered.
"W-wait a minute!"
"..."
"I said wait!"
Namgung Ji shouted in an urgent voice.
But Namgung Il's steps showed no signs of stopping, and in the end, Namgung Ji hurriedly ran and grabbed Namgung Il's arm.
"What is it?"
"You! Where are you going now!"
"Where else? To where your grandfather is."
"...!"
Shaanxi, that was where the headquarters of the World Escort Agency was located.
He had grabbed Namgung Il because he had a bad feeling, but to think he was really going to go there.
Just then, Namgung Il said to Namgung Ji in a calm voice.
"Why? You're not scared of the governnt office, but you're scared of your grandfather?"
"Th-that's..."
"Relax your face. You were laughing so well earlier, why are you so pale now?"
As he said, Namgung Ji could no longer smile.
His mood was already at its worst due to this spar, just like Suseonghwa's.
But what would happen if the brat who could be said to be the cause of it appeared in front of him and showed him that notarized docunt?
Namgung Ji got goosebumps just imagining that situation.
'This is bad!'
Su Majin was a double-edged sword for Namgung Ji.
Usually, he acted as a reliable backer, but if he failed to et his expectations, Su Majin would boldly cut him off.
But to have to worry about getting on Su Majin's bad side for sothing like this.
Suseonghwa was one thing, but Su Majin was also an object of fear for Namgung Ji.
"Think about it one more ti! Even if you go there, do you think you can dare to et my grandfather?"
"Really? Then let's give it a try."
"N-no, that's not it... I get it! I'll give you the thousand-year-old wild ginseng, so don't go there!"
"Now?"
"If you give
a month..."
As soon as Namgung Ji said that, Namgung Il turned back without any lingering attachnt.
'Wh-what should I do?'
Watching Namgung Il's back getting farther away, Namgung Ji's mind beca very complicated.
Was there no way to stop that brat's steps?
In the end, as if he had made a decision, Namgung Ji opened his mouth as if eating mustard with tears.
"I'll get it for you now!"
"..."
"So... don't go there."
Namgung Ji said in a trembling voice.
And at the sa ti, his steps stopped.
Namgung Il turned back again and approached Namgung Ji.
"It would have been better if you had done that from the beginning, right?"
"..."
"From now on, live a good life by keeping your promises. Got it, younger brother?"
Namgung Il said, patting Namgung Ji's shoulder with one hand.
Seeing that, what should I say... rather than being angry, Namgung Ji was relieved that he had stopped Namgung Il.
"Then bring it within three days."
"..."
"Answer."
"...Yes."
To be honest, three days was also short.
But if he said no here, wouldn't Namgung Il turn his back and leave this place again like before?
Namgung Ji had no choice but to do as Namgung Il said now.
"Good."
"..."
"I should eat so chicken soup today. Since I got so good ginseng."
Namgung Il muttered and left the warehouse in a good mood.
Namgung Ji, who was still left in the warehouse, stared blankly at him.
A mont later, an unidentifiable shout was heard from inside the warehouse.
* * *
Clunk—
Namgung Il opened the wooden box placed in front of him.
"Oh—"
As soon as he confird the contents inside, an exclamation escaped Namgung Il's lips without him realizing it.
A root of wild ginseng, exuding a brilliant appearance, was placed inside the wooden box.
Namgung Il knew at a glance that it was a thousand-year-old wild ginseng.
"This ti it's real."
"..."
"Good job. See, you can do it if you try, right?"
Although Namgung Il said it as if praising him, the expression on Namgung Ji's face in front of him was as dark as it could be.
How on earth did he get that thousand-year-old wild ginseng?
Thinking that it would go into that damn brat's stomach, Namgung Ji felt his insides twist.
"Mother... I have a request."
"A request?"
"I will also follow my second brother... and do... closed-door... closed-door training!"
This thousand-year-old wild ginseng was obtained in exchange for that.
In this situation, that was the only way to make Suseonghwa feel better.
Fortunately, as planned, Suseonghwa was happy and got him the thousand-year-old wild ginseng... but thinking that he had to be locked up in the Closed-Door Training Cave for at least a year, Namgung Ji was already trembling with rage.
"...I have one question."
"What?"
"How do you distinguish wild ginseng so easily?"
Namgung Ji was still puzzled by that.
Didn't he know imdiately that it was a thousand-year-old wild ginseng as soon as he opened the lid this ti too?
It was natural for Namgung Ji not to understand how Namgung Il had such knowledge.
'Yes, you must be very curious.'
There was one thing that people in the world surprisingly didn't know well about the Beggars' Sect.
That was that the dical skills of the Beggars' Sect were surprisingly excellent.
Especially when it ca to dicinal herbs, they had knowledge that was by no ans inferior even when compared to ordinary healers.
"..."
Namgung Il also didn't know the proper reason why the dical skills of the Beggars' Sect were so excellent.
From what he had heard from his seniors in the past, was it that the beggars ate this and that, and got sick so often that their dical skills naturally developed?
Of course, since it was said as a joke, it was not credible at all.
'I hated it back then, but now that I've learned it, it's surprisingly useful.'
When one beca a disciple of the leader, it was essential to learn dical skills.
Was the na of the book the Beggar's Precious Mirror of dicine?
Because it was a condition to beco the leader to morize that thick book and pass the test, Namgung Il had once sat at his desk and studied until his head exploded.
'Thank you for nagging
to study while hitting my butt back then, Master.'
Thanks to that, I didn't get scamd by a brat like this.
Namgung Il looked at Namgung Ji with a strange smile and opened his mouth.
"Are you curious?
"Stop beating around the bush and tell
quickly!"
"Hmm... If you get
one more root of thousand-year-old wild ginseng, I might tell you."
"What?"
"If you don't want to, then don't."
When Namgung Il said that, Namgung Ji's face turned red.
To annoy him like that until the end.
Just then, a voice was heard from outside the door.
"Young Master, it's ti to go to the Closed-Door Training Cave."
"A-already?"
"Yes, please get ready and go now."
"..."
Ah, I really don't want to go.
But since he couldn't hold out forever, Namgung Ji forced himself to take heavy steps.
"Have a good trip."
"..."
"A year like that will pass quickly. Ah, and when you co out, make sure you beco a person."
Namgung Il said from behind.
To speak so hatefully as if it were not his business.
Namgung Ji opened the door roughly with a face full of anger and left the room.
Swoosh—
Whether he did or not, Namgung Il's only interest now was the thousand-year-old wild ginseng.
'How should I eat this precious thing?'
Of course, it would have sufficient effect even if eaten raw.
But he couldn't just eat this precious thing so carelessly.
After thinking for a mont, Namgung Il got up from his seat as if he had made a decision.
"Yes, let's try making that."
Just imagining it made his mouth water.
Namgung Il wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and left the room.
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