Chapter 68

The three of them waved their hands at the same time. “If we had seen it, we wouldn’t have lost our minds! I was so curious about what was inside that I couldn’t concentrate!”

"Yes! Even if I was curious, I didn’t hold back!”

He didn't do anything crazy to bring up a story like a demon gentleman's secret. “Is it because Sehwa can’t stand the curiosity that the older boys can’t stand? Pathetic bastards.”

With that, he tilted his tongue toward Samak Gangseo and tilted his head. “But what is the treasure of the death penalty? Do you guys know anything?”

“No, I didn’t even know there was such a thing with the death penalty, did you?”

“Isn’t it Master’s military service level?”

When the story came out, Samak Gangseo’s throat shook violently up and down. “Master, there is no way you can be a military officer. Did the master have time to make something like a secret service? And Master said that the most foolish thing in the world is to make a non-gongbi level.”

The three of them nodded at the words of Geum Hong. “It was. It's a martial art that I already have in my head, and I have to pass it on to myself, so why are you making a martial arts grade?"

Seo Seok-san received Do Pyeong-soo's words. “If there was an unofficial level, the death penalty would have informed us right away.”

“It’s not an unofficial level… … What is it?” As the story of the Blood Lion continued to that point, Samak Gangseo was relieved. After thinking over and over, he came to the conclusion that he would be the lowest rank of the Demon Lord, but after listening to the Blood Spirit Lion, that possibility completely disappeared.

“Isn’t that something you had before you met us?”

“Before the age of eight?”

It was a treasure before the age of eight. Samak Gangseo had been obsessed with the word “treasure box” and “secret” and suffered a lot of physical and mental suffering. How important would an eight-year-old's treasure be, and how great would it be to have a secret?

‘This is what the saying ‘don’t know is medicine’ means.”

Unlike Samak Gangseo, who was frustrated, the curiosity of the Blood Lion grew like a snowball. “What is the secret inside the box? Why didn't you even tell us?"

“You can ask.”

"It's not a secret if you're just going to ask and let me know. And even if the death penalty has a secret, it must be a secret to us, so we know the secret, so you want us to tell you the secret? Why is the word secret used so much? Twist your tongue.”

Rarely, there was truth in Do Pyeong-su’s words. “Would you like to take a look?”

He was cautious about his proposal, but no one refused. Seo Seok-san just mumbled, ‘It’s a bit strange to see the secret of the death penalty secretly.’

“Then you go away. Even if we find out, we will never tell you.”

“It’s a bit like that, are you going to cut it off with a single knife? With an old-fashioned temper.”

“Is it time for the death penalty?”

“You want to see me right now?”

“You told me to take out the horns too quickly.”

The Blood Lion then spoke to the Hangzhou Incident, who was standing there as he went to Geom Woo-bin's residence. “You guys aren’t following me, what are you doing?”

Sehwa asked in surprise. "Yes? Do you want to see us too?”

“You should see it."

"Ah!" Even though the eight people lived in the manor, they moved cautiously, looking around like people who had come to steal.

“Look carefully to see if the death penalty is coming.” Oh Tongsu asked the Blood Lion who was about to leave the Hangzhou incident and enter the building.

“What should I do if Sabaek appears?”

"Well… Sit down while screaming like your stomach hurts. It serves as a signal and gives us time to get out.” Jeon Yeong-hong stroked Do Pyeong-su’s head.

“You mean our Pyeong-su has a weird brain structure that has a bad head but can roll his hair well?”

“The box is under the bed.” Seok-san's eyes narrowed at Oh Tong-soo's words.

“Did you guys go all the way to the execution room?”

"Ah… No. I found it by accident while picking up the fallen wooden handcuffs. How dare we….”

The Blood Lion entered the building without further digging into it. Seo Seok-san, who grabbed the doorknob, asked. “Can we really do this?”

Seo Seok-san's question was like putting a knife on his taut string. The will to solve curiosity was caught up in the string of morality when the situation came to be able to solve it. Although the Blood Lions were far from moral, the only exception was Geom Woo-bin.

“Isn’t it okay to secretly spy on the death penalty?” Seo Seok-san hit the head once more, and the most strongly desired Yeon Yeong-hong turned around.

“Yes, yes. What were we trying to do now?” They eventually withdrew without even opening the door. However, that didn't mean the curiosity was gone.

“Master, is this right for you?”

Even at Sehwa's question, Geum Hong was staring at the empty space with a blank expression.

“Master!”

"Huh? Why?"

Judging by the expression on his face, it seemed that he was not good enough for proper training today. "No."

It wasn't only Geum Hong who put his mind to rest. The rest of the Blood Lions did not pay any attention to their training.

“When we were out of our minds, there was tremendous suffering.”

“If you are sad, please do it.”

The Hangzhou Incident finished training early, exchanging murmurs and consolation. “Let’s talk about the treasure chest of Sabaek-nim to the masters for nothing.”

Oh Tongsu, who was muttering, saw a man in his mid-fifties snooping around the brewery and yelled at him. “What are you doing there?”

The man, whose face was heavily entangled, scratched her head with an awkward smile. “I’m a worker who clears up the rubble, but I don’t know where the back yard is.”

His hoarse voice sounded like that of an old man in his eighties. “It’s just a short walk to the gate from work, but you’ve come too far.”

"I see. Hehe…” The man who walked away while shedding her pointless laughter disappeared from Oh Tongsu’s memory.

Do Pyeong-su then spoke to Galmapyeong, who was checking the state of alcohol and recording the date it was put in. “How come things I don’t like keep happening these days.”

"Yes? What do you mean?" Do Pyeong-su wiggled his finger and called for Kalma Pyeong. “There is an empty glass of wine in this jar.”

It was impossible for Galmapyeong to notice that only one glass was empty from the large drinking jar that had a fever. “Does it look the same to me?”

“You might think you won’t know even if you steal a drink, but you can’t fool this master’s eyes.”

"Yes? The alcohol we drink is kept separately over there, so why would you steal eight liquors to drink?”

“That’s what you, who lack skills, made it.” Pyeong-su felt so unfair that she felt like she was about to cry.

“I only checked to see if it was really ripe, and I didn’t drink a drop.”

Do Pyeong-su, who was looking at such a galmapyeong, muttered. “I am getting better at lying. Anyway, I warn you, be prepared when you run out of alcohol.”

Galmapyeong was not the only one who suffered such an unfortunate incident. She fell into a gloom that was framed by both the Hangzhou Incidents. “What kind of alcohol are you talking about? It looks the same to me.”

At Oh Tongsu words, Galmapyeong responded. "Yeah. Aren't you angering us for not finding out Sabaek-sama's secret?"

The old man then responded. “It won’t be. There have been times when you have made a big mistake for a small mistake, but you have never made a mistake that is not there, right?”

It was a fact that everyone in the Hangzhou incident agreed with. “Aren’t you really drinking one glass at a time? Priests maybe....”

Gangseo waved his hands at Sehwa's suspicious expression. “Never stole! I swear by my balls!”

He looked at Oh Tongsu, who Sehwa had shouted. “Why do you put that on me!”

"Yes? Are you drinking?”

“The death penalty doesn’t drink, do you have a cup of tea?”

At that, Geom Woo-bin gladly accepted the invitation from the Blood Lion at a late night. “It’s always nice to have a seat with the priests.”

There was a secret to the death penalty who smiled so innocently! The pavilion by the pond was always a good place to have a drink. The recent collapse of the building bothers them blowing dust off the rubble, but they were still there. The Blod Lions brought their own liquors, and a fragrant Yongjeong tea was placed in front of Geom Woo-bin.

After talking useless chatter and drinking a lot of alcohol, Do Pyeong-su asked Geom Woo-bin in a soft voice. “The death penalty, do you have any concerns these days?”

“No. Priests and cadets are healthy, martial arts training is going smoothly, and I like the new family members, so what should I worry about?”

"Yes?"

"Why?"

“No, you look tired these days. Do you have any secrets that you can't tell us?”

“What is the secret between me and the priests? Indeed, there may be priests.” Rather, the prickly side was a Blood Lion.

“These are things that the death penalty would rather not know than secrets. Hahaha!" Seo Seok-san, who had a dry smile, made a suggestion.

“Execution. I'm bored of drinking too, would you like to make a bet with us?"

“What bet?”

“It’s about guessing what everyone is asking.”

“What if I don’t get it right?”

“Then I’ll be honest with you. Without a single lie.”

"Yes, I like it. Who will do it first?”

With that, Do Pyeong-su came out coldly. “I will ask the death penalty first. What's my favorite color?"

Jeon Yeong-hong asked Do Pyung-soo with a bewildered expression. “Do you have a favorite color? You know nothing but red for blood and blue for sky?”

“Why is this? I am a person with tastes.”

“It’s white.” Do Pyeong-su’s mouth widened at Geom Woo-bin's words.

“Hey, how did you know that? I don't think I've ever told you. Were you there?”

“When studying, the black ones are the letters and the white ones are the paper.”

"Yes."

“I hated writing so much, so I liked the blank paper, and naturally I came to like the color white.”

“You know me so well! The death penalty loves me too!” Seo Seok-san, who wants to be moved with Do Pyung-soo, also asked.

“Then what’s my favorite color?”

“It’s pale yellow.”

"Wow! How did you know that?”

“It’s skin-colored and similar.” Geum Hong clicked his tongue.

“Ttttttttttttts! You are.”

“Respect the tastes of others. Heh heh! The death penalty is so interested in me. I love you too.”

Everyone asked about the color, so Jeon Yeong-hong joined as well. “The death penalty, what about me?”

“My sister-in-law’s favorite color is black.”

“What? She said there are people in the world who like black!”

“She is a dark-hearted woman!” Geom Woo-bin's words stopped Do Pyeong-su and Seo Seok-san from being teased.

“My sister-in-law likes black. It's because of the stars. The sky has to be all black to see the twinkling stars. That’s why the sister-in-law Yeon, who prefers to hide herself and make it stand out rather than glitter, is a good person.”

With that, Geum Hong hugged Gum Woo-bin, who was sitting next to her, with an emotional expression. “Then what’s Mandok’s favorite color?”

Geom Woo-bin, who glanced at Jang Man-dok, spoke. "Pink."

"Yes? Pink? Pink like that of an azalea?”

"Yes."

“Does the boy like that color?”

“Priest Zhang said that men are pink.”

“How did you know that Mandok likes pink?”

“It’s written on your face.”

"Ah!"

In the end, Geom Woo-bin answered all the questions posed by the Blood Lion. She should have asked a more difficult problem, but when the Do Pyeong-su brought up her color story, she was swept away and everyone asked the same question. Still, there were no complaints. She said that the fact that Geom Woo-bin knew her Blood Lion's favorite color meant she loved them that much.

However, that feeling didn't last long. It was because of Geom Woo-bin's question that followed. “Then do you know what color I like?”

Geom Woo-bin's gaze stopped from Yeon Ji-hong to Jang Mandok, and then to Seo Seok-san and then to Do Pyeong-su. They then flinched every time they received that gaze, and no one answered.

"Red!"

As soon as Do Pyeong-su came out, he roared.

“I got it right!”

“Wrong.”