Chapter 432 – Mistress of the Bullpen
Blue Fish Tavern.
It was an expensive place, costing more than 15 dong per meal.
No matter how difficult the empire’s economy is, fifteen copper coins per meal…?
However, it wasn’t like any great fish came out.
The flesh was soft and had many dog-like thorns.
Sigh- Gaesoo held the fork backwards, smashing the thorns and cursing.
His face was distorted with a cruel expression, as if he was repeatedly stabbing an enemy soldier with the tip of a sword and opening his wounds.
He shoved a piece of fish into his mouth, munched on it, snorted once, and threw the fish head on the floor of the table.
The bastard runs up to me, puts it in his snout, and chews it up.
Gaesoo quenched his thirst by slurping down a small bowl of corn soup from a brass bowl. He wiped the residue from his bushy beard with his sleeve and looked out the window again.
He was just looking there the whole time.
If I hadn’t closed my eyelids, the outside of my eyes would have been red.
But suddenly, a large tavern owner approached the owner.
“···Hey. Are you really not going to drink alcohol?”
He glanced at the hideous creature sitting quietly at the foot of the dog, tried not to be nervous, and stood with his thighs firmly pressed and asked.
“Okay, okay. Didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat it? If you understand, get the hell away.”
“Damn it…! This is a tavern, you idiot…! If you’re not going to drink, get out…!”
In the meantime, the dog owner, who was still looking out the window, slammed the fork in his hand onto the table! I plugged it in.
Delong – The head of the half-bent fork was shaking back and forth, and the dog’s nose was fluttering, his eyes wide.
His shiny, animal-like eyes turn to the tavern owner.
Grrrr-
At the same time, the dog that had been quietly lying down stood up.
Through the cloth wrapped around its tail, the hissing sound of a viper’s tongue was heard, and the dog’s snout opened slightly, revealing its yellow and reddish teeth.
Sticky saliva drips down onto the tavern carpet.
“···What? “Tell me again.”
The tavern owner swallowed his saliva in response to the owner’s question.
He then glanced at the pair of magistrates sitting in the corner and answered in a somewhat cautious tone.
“···If you don’t have money to buy alcohol, you should leave. “Aren’t you finished eating?”
The dog head tilted his head.
Those magistrates over there had their hands on the handles of the long swords at their waists and were watching us closely.
The man who was silent for a moment jumped up from his seat when he saw the noise outside his window.
In the building opposite, a man with black hair opened a door with gold leaf on a green background and stepped out into the snowy street.
He was wearing a pitch black sable coat and a black fedora that only gentlemen wear.
The sword-shaped insignia stuck on the chest flashes and reflects the scarlet sunlight of a slow afternoon in all directions.
There were three women by his side.
They were all prostitutes at the most popular Merry Green Chang Pavilion, worth more than a gold coin a night.
Karrrr-
What’s so good? The women were laughing all the time, hanging on his side and forearms, looking up at his handsome face.
I heard that he invested a considerable amount of money in the newly opened store.
The intention is to use that as an excuse to approach the Flower of Evil hiding somewhere with its tail-.
However, from the owner’s perspective, it seemed like he was just playing around.
It’s already been several weeks.
It’s been a while since I heard that he had a relationship like that with Madame Salari, who took control of the brothel, and when he said he’d never even met the flower of evil before – the owner couldn’t believe it at all.
It was clearly a ploy to straddle two legs, test the season, and then switch to the more advantageous side.
So the manager delivered this message to the cockroach source who secretly infiltrated the bullpen.
[Possibility of betrayal, request for support]
There was no need to write at length.
If this is the case, enough dogs will flock here to bite off the back of Seojun’s neck.
If he was planning to betray, we were ready to take everything from him.
“Uhhhhh…”
Thinking about that, the governor let out a grim laugh.
“`
“Yaaaaagh-!”
Madame Salari clenches her fists and screams.
Wandering the streets of the bullpen with the women – I had just returned to the Merry Green Window.
“What’s wrong?”
Seojun responded with a sour expression and winked at the women next to him.
The people who were clinging to his side were women who would be working at the newly opened window.
Since it was everyone’s first time working in a bullpen, Seojun served as their guide.
Seojun introduced them to the red-glowed marketplace of Bullpen, people walking up and down the street to buy dinner, and the golden mansion.
The women were so happy to be escorted by a handsome and tall driver. Driver, Driver – Then what is that? What is that again? I would ask questions I wasn’t curious about, or pretend to be startled by the sound of a carriage speeding by and hug the driver’s broad chest.
Seojun just smiled.
They were as neat as a flower and had a lot of sexiness – there was no reason to reject them.
“Well, then we…”
“Well, let’s go in…!”
The women who had been watching carefully realized that there was nothing good to be gained from standing here, so they hurriedly scattered down the hallway.
After watching their backs and chomping at his appetite, Seojun snapped his fingers and summoned the bartender.
The bartender, who looked a little shy, hesitantly approached Seojun, and he took a glass of wine and held it.
The scent is very good.
Does this mean that this person is not a Changgwan?
She put the glass on her finger and looked around the lobby.
The prostitutes, who were sitting on soft chairs and putting fruit into the customer’s mouth, averted their eyes as soon as they made eye contact with Seojun.
Everyone is looking at the godmother’s thoughts.
Only then did Seojun look back.
There, a woman with lots of tears was glaring at Seojun.
Before she knew it, she was Madame Sala Lee, a woman in twilight, with wrinkles forming around her eyes and sagging breasts.
And behind her were her twin mercenaries, the Carlson Billy brothers, who always guarded her.
“You, you…! Who! Who said it was okay to take them…!”
Hearing Madame’s crackling voice, Seojun picked her ear and took a sip of her wine.
She then asked back.
“Why? “No?”
“Of course not…! “They haven’t even finished their education yet!”
“But?”
“That, and if you take them with you, they will be marketable…!”
Pick – When Seojun let out her laughter, Madame raised her fist and hit Seojun in the chest.
“It hurts.”
“···Asleep. Just go out and die!”
“Are you jealous?”
“Who, who…!”
The sound of yelling makes her head pound
Today was the day I was supposed to meet Madame.
I decided to watch it at the theater at sunset.
From where she sat before, she decided to watch a play she had seen before.
Maybe you expected it. You could tell just by looking at the dress and accessories she was wearing.
But Seojun did not go.
Instead, she called the women of Changgwan and walked around the streets – and she didn’t know it until the play started and soon ended.
When would Seojun come? He might have been waiting desperately for her to come, chewing on his fingernails, but then he might have jumped out in the middle of the day.
Then she found out.
That he took other young, pretty women with him.
It was her last bit of pride not to ask why she didn’t come to the theater.
The moment I ask if I have forgotten that – because I know my situation will become more miserable -.
“···Ah, that’s right. “Were we supposed to meet today?”
“···.”
“I’m sorry.” I forgot. Let’s go later, madam. Huh?”
When Seojun spoke naturally, with a face that didn’t feel the least bit sorry, tears flowed from Madame’s eyes and down her cheeks.
Then, her clenched fists trembled, and she quickly ran towards my office.
After that, a bitter silence settled inside the window.
“… Shouldn’t we chase after him?”
Carlson – Among the Billy brothers, the quieter one asked that question.
Seojun brushed away the knife from his forehead, gently shook his head, tapped the guy’s cheek with his palm, and muttered.
“If you are a dog, you. Like a dog, keep it with the owner. Huh…?”
“Such a bastard…!”
The younger brother, with his face red, immediately swung his fist, but his older brother blocked it.
Seojun smiled and continued talking.
“How long have you allowed your master bitch’s crotch to become tattered like that without anything to do, huh?”
My younger brother was pouring out curses – his eyes were wide open, and he was kicking and punching in the air – and it wasn’t much of a fuss.
Is it something to be that angry about? It looks like he had feelings for Madame Joseo-?
The more Seojun laughed, the lower the atmosphere in the room became.
Dalkak-
The door opened at the back, and falling snow leaked into the room.
With that snowfall, someone came into the window.
She was a long, slender woman wearing a black suit.
The woman looked at Seojun with narrowed eyes and blurted out.
“The mistress of the bullpen is looking for you.”
Seojun burst out laughing.
Now – she took her bait.
