Even the Sword God Needs Paternity Leave

Chapter 100: Chapter Apple Gift

Right after Po Old Master declared he would invite Jin Yeomyeong as observer, Po Yugwang led the clan people out of the main residence.

Ha ha, Great Grandfather is doing something utterly meaningless too.

The clan people nodded together.

Indeed. What does he intend to do now.

What do you mean. Don't you know? His mind has dulled from illness.

Indeed. That makes sense. How can he appoint branch family Po Sogun as superintendent when he has the clan.

The first reason the clan people supported Po Yugwang was bloodline.

No matter how talented Po Sogun was, they couldn't entrust him with superintendent. At most, up to vice superintendent. Po Sogun was already vice superintendent, so he had risen as far as he could.

Arrogant bastard. Clinging to Uncle because he has some ability, daring to aim for superintendent.

That's not just any superintendent. Until the young manor lord comes of age, he's the guardian. He can manipulate the Po Clan Manor as he pleases.

Absolutely not! How can we allow that!

Po Yugwang puffed his chest, satisfied with the atmosphere.

So that's why I had no choice but to step forward. If you continue supporting me like this, once I become superintendent, I'll ensure everything proceeds reasonably.

The clan people smiled at Po Yugwang's subtle words.

The second reason the clan people supported Po Yugwang was so-called 'reasonable matters.'

They had already agreed on what those matters were.

'He said he'd give a large share of the lumberyard. No matter how much I begged Old Master, he wouldn't yield, but this is the chance.'

'He said he'd entrust the orchard to my second son. I was worried because second son is useless, but with the orchard in hand, no worries.'

'Huang bastard, that tenant farmer refusing to give his daughter? When Yugwang becomes manor lord, I'll immediately give him a beating and take the daughter. Even if he cries and apologizes then, it will be too late.'

Wa ha ha hat! Yugwang, don't worry. We all support you!

Indeed! Of course!

Ho ho ho, if not Yugwang, who would become next superintendent... no, manor lord?

A smile spread across Po Yugwang's mouth.

Po Clan Manor lord.

That position would soon be in his hands.

A new observer? Jin Yeomyeong, was it?

He wouldn't be an obstacle.

That martial artist Jin Yeomyeong, wasn't he among the people the Alliance sent last time?

Right, yes.

I didn't see him then, but they said he had no power?

Under the person sent from headquarters, he couldn't say a word. When the Alliance withdrew, he followed without complaint.

See.

He couldn't be an obstacle, could he.

No way a person changes that drastically in the meantime.

But lately, they say he's making a name in Luoyang.

They say he quite aggressively exterminated the Black Path.

From what I heard, the one who detained the Murim Alliance Luoyang branch lord was the Ink Sword Hero.

Those who had seen the Ink Sword Hero pictured him in their minds.

Pfft, that's just a rumor.

Right. No matter how I think, it doesn't make sense. We saw him, didn't we?

Exactly! No need to say more!

One of the clan people went further.

Anyway, isn't he Alliance affiliated. Even if the Murim Alliance officially withdrew, what could he dare do? Just give him some money, and it'll be done.

Right, martial artists are all the same. Even Alliance people eventually withdrew, didn't they?

They didn't care what kind of person Jin Yeomyeong was.

A famous hero from Luoyang or whatever, he couldn't defy the Murim Alliance.

Even if not.

“We'll prepare an appropriate gift. An apple box should suffice.”

No one couldn't be reached with gifts.

* * *

“Chang'an.”

We who left Luoyang soon entered Chang'an.

Wow! So many people from the outer regions!

Exclamations flowed from Yang Cheonjo's mouth.

The court's isolation policy couldn't change Chang'an's atmosphere.

Including the Saibok people who came a long way from the Western Regions, the Zhang people who came down from the marketplace, the Man people who came up through Sichuan, etc., the place was full of people not seen in the Central Plains usually. Dressed in their own ethnic clothing, they were clearly distinguishable from Central Plains people.

Somehow, the aftermath of the Gansu famine felt in Luoyang wasn't felt much in Chang'an.

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Hmm! That's why the eateries are diverse too. Not only Central Plains food, but outer region food can be tasted. Where there are diverse people, there are diverse foods, that's the saying!

Kwak Daebang spoke with full force, as if stating a life lesson.

That much meant he was sincere.

Couldn't tell such a person to skip a meal.

Brother Kwak, when we arrive at Po Clan Manor, mealtime might be awkward. Let's fill our stomachs first and move.

Is that okay? Aren't we going to the Po residence inside the city first?

The Po Clan Manor was in the outskirts outside Chang'an city.

For business, the Po family had many occasions to enter Chang'an, so they had a large mansion inside the city.

Right now, Po Old Master would be staying at the mansion for treatment.

Most clan people would be there too.

Still, mealtime would be awkward the same.

It was his turn to step forward. Kwak Daebang snorted vigorously.

Really? Then leave it to me! Restaurants, eateries, inns, taverns, I know them all like the back of my hand. I'll lead. In this area-

His large round body rotated smoothly.

He took a vigorous step toward the western main street.

I took Yang Cheonjo and followed behind him.

Cheonjo, be careful not to get separated from me and Brother Kwak.

Pardon? I'm not a kid.

Even adults find it complicated here. Don't let your guard down.

Chang'an was a well-gridded city.

Even if lost, just go to a main street, and position was easy to know.

The problem was people.

All main streets were packed with people, easy to get swept away.

No way! No matter how many people, losing companions because of that?

You've only lived in a slum village, so you don't know the terror of crowds. In a moment, companions are lost.

Eh eh, really? Brother Kwak, is it true?

Yang Cheonjo turned the large build of Kwak Daebang.

Hm? Who are you? I'm not from the Kwak family.

Eh?

Not Kwak Daebang.

Where did he disappear to.

The unknown person glanced at us and went his way.

Where's Brother Kwak?

Brother Kwak?

Waggling, murmuring, the crowd flowed without stopping.

We looked around in the flow, but Kwak Daebang was not seen.

This is absurd.

Where did this guy go.

Yeah... absurd.

Yang Cheonjo's speech was strangely off.

The guy narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

What. Do you have complaints.

You said be careful of the crowd? But you lost Brother Kwak?

Hm.

In a way, yes.

...No, blatantly yes?

Hrm. This is Brother Kwak losing us.

Eh?

The leader should look after companions, right. Not my fault.

...Sword Hero.

I ignored Yang Cheonjo.

A bit embarrassing, but this much could be ignored.

Aren't you getting more brazen?

The small voice heard.

Ignored that too.

Well! Anyway! I didn't hear which eatery Brother Kwak was going to, so hard to follow.

Changing topic abruptly. Yeah, then what to do.

If I infuse inner power and call, Kwak Daebang wouldn't hear, but no desire to do so on the street.

Anyway, since we're going to Po mansion, it's fine. We'll gather there no matter the time.

Since the destination was clearly shared, no worry.

But meals we'll have to do ourselves.

Hm. Can we find famous restaurants just us?

You too need famous ones?

Since came to Chang'an, I want to eat delicious things.

Yang Cheonjo's face worried, uncharacteristic.

But no need to worry.

I've come to Chang'an several times too. I remember famous restaurants Luoyang Alliance people living here guided me to.

Ah, right!

Can't even do one meal. Let's go eat Zhang people's dumpling soup.

Yay!

Brother Kwak was right.

Chang'an was where world's tastes gathered.

No matter what, I knew one or two famous restaurants.

.

.

Sword Hero, it's not tasty?

Hm. Hm. Hm.

Pretending to savor. It's not tasty.

Kng.

How did this happen.

This eatery was a place Zhang people who entered Chang'an frequented often, and Central Plains people of Chang'an came to enjoy dumpling soup.

I too had come several times to Chang'an and remembered eating deliciously.

But why has the taste changed.

Changed for sure? Originally not a tasteless place?

Yang Cheonjo looked at me with suspicious eyes.

You bastard. I guided for you.

I quickly reached out and grabbed the guy's crown.

Eh?

Yang Cheonjo only rolled his eyes up to look at my hand above his head.

If I lower like this, won't you inhale the dumpling soup deliciously?

I applied slight force and lowered Yang Cheonjo's face near the soup bowl. Hot steam moistened his face damply.

Aigoo, suddenly appetite comes. Let go. Even if let go, I think I can eat well.

Enough, you bastard.

My appetite gone, how eat well.

But really, why has the taste become like this.

Do other people find this tasty?

I put down the spoon for a moment and looked around.

Here and there empty tables.

Though earlier than lunch time, usually around now it was packed?

And the wooden board hung on the wall was strange too.

Food prices lowered.

Prices cheapened, taste dropped.

Thinking of eating at that price, somewhat satisfactory?

At that time.

Clack, sound of putting down spoon.

Eh, can't come here anymore.

There was a group of customers with same thought as us.

Taste is meh. Right?

But prices didn't drop? Eating for cheap isn't bad again?

Don't say that. Then why come here on purpose.

Yang Cheonjo and I met eyes and raised spoons. Pretending to eat dumpling soup, we listened to the customers' conversation.

Haa, miss the owner. Good person.

It was thanks to the owner that the dumpling soup was tasty.

But so regrettable. Haa.

Sighs continuously flowed from customers' mouths.

Oh no.

Seems like.

The owner had passed away.

I spoke to the customers.

Did the owner of this place pass away?

Hm? No. He's hale and hearty.

...?

What? What's-

Yang Cheonjo yelled louder than me.

Uncles, sighing like someone died! Alive and well, why do that?

What, this kid.

Youngster yelling first.

There are circumstances, circumstances.

Yes, tell us those circumstances.

Yang Cheonjo and I listened to the customer who mentioned circumstances.

However.

There. Don't speak carelessly.

Someone blocked the customer's words.

Warriors with swords at waists had just entered the restaurant.

It was what they said, grabbing a table and sitting.

On the martial robe chest, Po (包) was embroidered.

Ah? Did this place fall to Po Clan Manor?

Po Old Master's last measure for his chosen superintendent candidate: the restaurant contest.

But the contest's direction had flowed strangely.

Another aiming for superintendent had pressured and bought up Chang'an's eateries.

Since Alliance prohibited intervention, couldn't confirm exact method, but rumors weren't good.

Right. Fell to Po Clan Manor. Don't heed strange rumors, eat dumpling soup deliciously and go.

The Po warriors laid threats with fishy smiles.

The restaurant quieted.

Clack clack.

Only sounds of playing with chopsticks.

Customers' heads all stared only at dumpling soup bowls.

Cheonjo-ya.

Yes!

Don't you feel stuffed.

Already full.

Eating and getting indigestion.

Seeing Po warriors' actions, seemed not first or second time.

To avoid indigestion, what to do.

Need to move the body a bit.

Scrape.

We kicked back chairs and stood.