The Beggar Young Master of the Namgung Clan Chapter 175 : Get-together (2)

Namgung Il stared blankly at Old Man Heo for a mont.

Why was this person here right now?

No, it wasn't so strange for Old Man Heo to be at a tavern, but the way he was hanging from the window was very strange.

‘…Found you?’

Old Man Heo had definitely muttered that just now.

And he was staring at him with flashing eyes.

He didn't know for what reason he was looking for him, but Namgung Il could feel an unusual energy from that gaze.

Thud—.

In the anti, Old Man Heo had already co inside.

Namgung Il put the alcohol bottle he was holding back down and spoke to Old Man Heo.

“Did you co up from outside?”

“Yes.”

“……”

As ntioned before, this was the top floor of the Yongmun Tavern.

Naturally, it was a height that an ordinary person could never climb.

Namgung Il realized that what he had felt from Old Man Heo's movents before was not his illusion.

‘He’s a martial artist.’

And not just at a third-rate level.

In the first place, with that level of skill, one could never climb up to this top floor from the outside.

Seeing his calm breathing, he could also tell that he had co up here without much difficulty.

“You’re Namgung Il, right?”

Old Man Heo asked bluntly.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And the owner of the Yongmun Tavern?”

How did he know that?

He wasn't very surprised when he said his na, but now he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

“How do you know that?”

“That’s not important right now.”

“……?”

“Luhuanju… where can I get it?”

Old Man Heo's eyes, as he asked, looked very desperate.

He had felt it from the first ti he saw him, but why had his impression changed so much in the few days he hadn't seen him?

Just then, Ak Simin, who was next to him, asked in a puzzled voice.

“No, old man. Didn’t you buy a whole jar on the last day?”

“……?”

“Ah, you wouldn’t know.”

Ak Simin’s following words were as such.

On the last day of the Clear Bright Festival, Old Man Heo had, as always, visited the tavern.

At that ti, as soon as he ca, he had put down a bundle of money and bought a whole jar of Luhuanju.

Originally, he had intended to buy all of it, but because of the other custors, they had only sold him that one.

“Of course I drank it all!”

“No… you bought it two days ago?”

“That’s why I said I’d buy it all! I can’t even last a day with just this one.”

“……”

At those words, Ak Simin was at a loss for words.

To think what he had said back then was true.

He had thought it would be impossible to finish a whole jar in one day, but for the ‘Dayti Drunkard’ Old Man Heo, it seed to have been a very simple task.

“How are you going to take responsibility! My Luhuanju, how are you going to take responsibility!”

“No… why are you getting angry at ?”

“You didn’t sell it all to ! Even when I said I’d pay several tis the price, you wouldn’t sell it!”

“That’s because there were other custors. It’s not right for one person to monopolize it when custors are clearly waiting.”

“I don’t care about the other guys! Just bring more Luhuanju right now!”

Old Man Heo began to throw a tantrum like a five-year-old child.

What was this old man, who was old enough to be old, doing… Ak Simin looked at Namgung Il with a troubled face, as if to say, ‘do sothing.’

“Even if you do this here, there is no Luhuanju. We sold it all then.”

The mont Namgung Il said that, Old Man Heo beca quiet as if by magic.

“I know that.”

“……?”

“I heard the Yongmun Tavern will be selling Luhuanju soon, right?”

Old Man Heo's eyes, as he said that, were like those of a viper.

A viper aiming for its prey, full of venom.

He didn't seem drunk, but sohow, he felt more out of his mind now than when he was drunk.

“Well… I’m thinking of selling it soon.”

“Soon? When!”

“I can only sell it when I get the stock.”

To be precise, he could only sell it when he made the alcohol himself.

He had also made a promise with the vice-owner, so he was thinking of making it soon, but Namgung Il had not yet set a specific date.

“Quickly… quickly get it and sell it.”

“……?”

“I’ll pay whatever it costs.”

A desperation that could not be described in words was felt in that voice.

No matter how much one liked alcohol, wasn't this a bit serious?

Just then, as if he had realized sothing, Namgung Il sniffed at Old Man Heo.

“……When was the last ti you had a drink?”

“I told you earlier. I drank all the Luhuanju two days ago.”

“Then you haven’t had a single drop of alcohol since then?”

At that question, Old Man Heo nodded his head.

If it had been soone else, it would be one thing, but for that Old Man Heo to have not had a single drop of alcohol since then.

It was a truly hard-to-believe statent, but from his complexion and the sll coming from his body, one could tell that Old Man Heo had not had any alcohol recently.

“From the mont I tasted Luhuanju, I can’t drink any other alcohol.”

“……”

“No matter how expensive the alcohol I drink, it all feels like plain water!”

Then isn't it a problem that can be solved by not drinking alcohol?

Normally, one would say that, but since the opponent was Old Man Heo, Namgung Il couldn't say so.

‘A person cannot live without eating.’

For Old Man Heo, alcohol was food.

Sothing so important that he couldn't live without eating it.

One could say that was a ridiculous statent, but for an alcohol lover like Old Man Heo, alcohol was not a luxury item but a necessity.

Since his own master was a similar type to Old Man Heo, Namgung Il could imdiately understand Old Man Heo's feelings.

“Well… I understand the situation, but. Wait.”

Although he understood the feeling, Namgung Il imdiately said so coldly.

Old Man Heo was not his master, so there was no need for him to move according to him, was there?

Since he was by no ans planning to provide Luhuanju to the Yongmun Tavern for the purpose of making money, Namgung Il was planning to make Luhuanju only when he felt like it.

“I’ll pay whatever it costs! So please, just sell it to !”

“I don’t need it. I have a lot of money.”

“Th-then at least tell where I can get Luhuanju! You know, right?”

“Why would I tell you that? It’s our tavern’s trade secret.”

“Then tell what you want!”

“……”

He had felt it for a while, but why did this old man have so much money?

From the way he used money without hesitation at the Clear Bright Festival, and the way he was talking now, anyone could tell that Old Man Heo was an incredibly rich man.

‘Money… it’s good to have, but I don’t particularly need it right now.’

He already had enough money.

As long as he had no place to use it right away, there would be no particular aning in forcibly earning more here.

He wanted to say he didn't want anything and just wait, but to say so coldly, Old Man Heo's eyes looked too desperate.

“Then… if you get sothing that would be helpful to , I’ll think about it.”

“Sothing helpful to you?”

“Yes, in other words, an item that is helpful to a martial artist.”

Elixirs, treasured swords, secret manuals.

If one were to roughly summarize items helpful to a martial artist, it would be about this much.

Since these were things that couldn't be easily obtained even with a lot of money, Namgung Il thought that if he said this, Old Man Heo would roughly give up.

However.

“……Alright.”

“……?”

“Wait right here.”

Until then, Namgung Il had no idea what Old Man Heo would bring him.

***

A little later, Old Man Heo called Namgung Il outside the tavern.

‘What is it?’

Although he was going outside after hearing the ssage from the vice-owner, Namgung Il had a reluctant expression.

He could have just co up himself, so why was he bothering him by calling him outside?

From this point on, Namgung Il was already not in a very good mood.

“Here.”

“……”

As soon as he ca outside, Old Man Heo's figure was visible.

Namgung Il trudged over to that side, and stopping beside him, he spoke bluntly.

“So why did you call ?”

“……Not here.”

“……?”

“Follow . Let’s go to a more deserted place.”

Old Man Heo said and began to walk sowhere on his own.

“No, where are you going?”

Namgung Il asked urgently from behind, but Old Man Heo didn't even pretend to listen.

He just urged Namgung Il to follow him quickly.

Seeing that, Namgung Il sighed as if he were dumbfounded.

‘What on earth?’

This area was already deserted enough.

But to go to a more deserted place from here.

He didn't know what he had brought to be acting so cautiously, but Namgung Il was just annoyed.

‘Fine, I’ll follow you.’

He had already co this far anyway.

Since it had co to this, he would do as he was told.

He had also received Old Man Heo's help at the Clear Bright Festival, so Namgung Il suppressed his complaints for now and followed Old Man Heo.

Thud— Thud—.

How long had they walked like that?

He had thought he would stop in a mont, but Old Man Heo seed to have no intention of stopping even after a gak (15 minutes) had passed.

“No… how far are you planning to go?”

“……”

“At this rate, we’ll leave Luoyang city altogether.”

Namgung Il said, unable to hold back any longer.

At that mont, Old Man Heo stopped walking and looked around.

“……This should be fine.”

It seed they had finally arrived at the place Old Man Heo wanted.

The lights that had been illuminating the streets until just a mont ago were nowhere to be seen, and only after arriving at a dark place where not a single person seed to be walking did Old Man Heo turn his head.

“……”

Namgung Il silently watched Old Man Heo.

A gaze mixed with annoyance and displeasure.

As if Old Man Heo also felt those emotions in his gaze, he spoke soothingly and put his hand into his bosom.

“Don’t look at like that.”

“……”

“If you see this, you’ll understand why I brought you all the way here.”

Saying so, Old Man Heo held out a small wooden box he had taken out from his bosom to Namgung Il.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

“……”

Is that great item in here?

Namgung Il received the wooden box with an expression of no particular expectation.

‘Is there an elixir in here?’

It seed likely, given the circumstances.

Sothing that would be helpful to a martial artist and would be in a wooden box like this could only be that.

Although he had that expectation, Namgung Il's expression was still just indifferent.

‘It’s probably just a cheap elixir.’

With no expectations, Namgung Il quickly opened the wooden box.

At that mont, a fragrant sll spread from inside the wooden box.

Simultaneously, Namgung Il's two eyes opened as round as the pill he saw before him.

‘Th-this is…!’

As soon as he confird the item, Namgung Il knew that his prediction was wrong.

That luster that sparkled in the moonlight like a fairy's silk dress. And this fragrance that made the internal energy in his dantian stir with just a slight sniff.

If his eyes were not mistaken, that was by no ans a cheap elixir.

‘…Small Rejuvenation Pill.’

One of Shaolin's two great holy dicines. It was now before Namgung Il's eyes.

(End of Chapter)