Chapter 198 – The Homeless in the Back Alley
To appease the worried old man, he spoke so confidently, but nothing came of it.
There is no way to find out what Johannes did in Harlem full of homeless people.
Still, I’m not too worried. Ever since I came to this world, everything I wanted to do worked well, and I got everything I wanted.
It will be the same this time too.
I will use Johannes as a puppet and do whatever I want with a group of criminal bastards called the Black Moon.
*****
Five days later, it was the day Germi officially took over as boss.
Perhaps Johannes will attack Hergel outside the city today.
I already have all plans in place. He looked at Germi, who was getting ready for work before leaving the inn.
“Me, Natalia, and Roin will wait for Hergel at the eastern gate.”
“Didn’t she say that she would secretly follow you from the eastern gate?”
“Huh. There are also city guards in the city, so we won’t attack first. Perhaps, after Hergel’s carriage left, we could chase after the carriage that followed. More than that, shouldn’t we make mistakes during the inauguration ceremony?”
“I’m not a kid, am I going to make a mistake? None of your business.”
“Heh, I get it. Thermia-san, stick close to Germi.”
“Hanseong, if a fight breaks out, can’t you overdo it? Safety always comes first.”
“Of course.”
Thermia trimmed my clothes as if she was worried about the extension.
“Ugh… Since I was with Hanseong, every day is spectacular.”
“If this job goes well, it will be peaceful for a while.”
“For a while?”
“Ahaha… Because he’s a mercenary…”
She let out an awkward laugh while receiving Terrmia’s piercing stare.
*****
When Hergel woke up in the morning, he got up from his seat feeling a new sense of how long it had been since he had had such a good night’s sleep.
A week has passed since I handed over everything to Germi. He took care of it for a week without any problems, so he will do well in the future. Now, you can lightly shake off everything and go up to the capital to start your old life.
Hergel took out two rings from the drawer next to the bed and stroked them as if handling precious items.
After the death of his two wives, fixing the ring and reporting on his growing children day by day was his secret routine that he could not tell anyone.
“Bemi… Your daughter has grown up very well… She brought along a wonderful groom and she took my place well.”
At first, even when Germi was independent and headed to Arpagon, she didn’t express it, but she was worried every day.
Regardless of her worries, she succeeded in becoming independent and came back to take over her place.
Thinking that her daughter was proud of her, Hergel tinkered with another ring.
“Selene… Sorry… I promised my son that I would raise him healthily without knowing anything else…”
I couldn’t keep my promise.
It wasn’t because of another outsider, but because of a quarrel with his daughter over the position of successor.
It was only when he saw his son come back with her arm severed and a tendon cut that he realized he was wrong.
It is his own fault for not giving love to his children and raising them harshly, thinking that children should be raised strong. Who will you blame, that everything happened because of your wrong educational policy…
The only thing that hurts her heart is that her only son suffered irreversible wounds due to her mistakes. Rather, if she had been hurt, her heart wouldn’t have been this uncomfortable.
Even if you become the head of the underworld that dominates the western kingdom, you can’t help but make mistakes because it’s your first time raising a child, and every moment you deal with your child is a first-time experience. Even if you think it’s too much to pay for mistakes, you can’t help what has already happened.
What can I do for my son who has become ill? No matter what you do, there is nothing to relieve the uncomfortable mind.
It would have been better if he said that he would go up to the capital together with me. No, that is also greed. The desire to fill one’s uncomfortable heart.
Let’s ask Herendal’s doctor for the last time today.
If Herendal refuses to follow him to the capital, he should tell Germi to help him live at least the rest of his life in peace.
Because that’s the maximum help an irresponsible and ugly father can give.
With such a final resolve, Hergel rode a carriage and arrived at the villa where Herendal was recuperating. He was guided by a maid and arrived at Herendal’s room.
“Bocchan, the master has arrived.”
“Uh!”
At the maid’s words, Herendal’s voice came from within the room.
The door opened and I saw Herendal lying on the bed.
He was topless, and a naked woman was lying next to him. She must have been an employee who worked for the organization. The name… Was she Vivian?
Seeing Vivian and Herendal, Hergel sighed.
“If your father says he is coming, why don’t you at least tidy up the room? Herendal.”
“You came all of a sudden without even having time to organize it.”
“… Whoa. Okay.”
“What business are you here for?”
Hergel clicked his tongue briefly at Herendal’s attitude to tell him about an urgent business.
“Are you going up to the capital together? Or will you stay?”
“I will stay. I drag my uncomfortable body up because I have something to see in the capital.”
“Are you really going to stay here?”
“Tell me how many times. I’m not going to the capital together.”
Herendal responded rather sharply to Hergel’s question. If it was the same as before, she would have scolded her for not having a habit, but since her body has become like this, it can’t be helped that she has become sensitive.
“… I get it.”
“When are you leaving?”
“After I hand over my seat to Germi, I will get on the carriage and go straight up.”
“Alone? Something like an escort?”
“What use is an escort to an old man who is retiring? He hired a coachman. He intends to go up and buy a house and live there quietly.”
“… Good to sell Someone became a one-armed bastard.”
Hergel’s heart was shaken by Herendal’s low lamentations and complaints about his situation.
“All right. If you have nothing more to say, please leave. Because he needs to get dressed.”
“Herendal.”
“… Why.”
Perhaps realizing that his attitude was too rude, Herendal replied in a slightly intimidated state.
Hergel felt sorry for his son. He felt like his hedgehog with his spines pointed.
“Don’t ask me one last time. Are you really not going with me?”
“Yes.”
“… I get it.”
Seeing Herendal’s blunt reply, Hergel left the room, feeling his mouth grow bitter.
Staring at Hergel’s back as he left the room, Herendal took out the magic stone he had put under the blanket.
“Uncle, did you hear? There is no escort. He said he passed it on to Germi and left immediately.”
There was no response from Magic Stone.
Since it was a one-way communication, it was natural that there would be no answer.
Herendal put down the magic stone next to the bed and roughly massaged Vivian’s breasts, as if massaging rice cakes.
“Eww… Yes…”
Vivian twisted in pain in her sleep, but Herendal didn’t care, leaned back on her bedside and looked out the window. I saw Hergel getting on the carriage.
“Whoa… Fucking … My revenge begins now… Hergel… After you die, next is Gerumi, that bitch.”
The organization members lined up in an orderly manner at the main gate of the Black Moon to greet Hergel. Escorted by the members of the organization, Hergel arrived at the hall where many of the officers and members of the organization had gathered. When he saw the hall decorated as if it were a party, he looked closely at the faces of those filling the seats.
Even though they were the faces we saw every day, thinking about it today, even if it was the last time, made everything new.
The members of the organization who always guarded the front gate, the people who managed the slaves, the executives who had been together for a long time, and the face of Germi, the one and only daughter. All of them were new.
“Hmm? But you can’t see Hanseong? And two other women too.”
“Oh, something happened. I went out for a while.”
“Okay… ? I get it. Anyway, I believe that the organization will lead well in the future. I’ve had no problems for the past week, so I’m sure there won’t be any problems in the future.”
“Of course.”
Hergel laughed at Germi’s smug reply.
“And, take good care of Hergel. We have all the staff there, so you just have to pay them well.”
“… Yes.”
“Thanks.”
Seeing Germi answer with a somewhat firm expression, he stood up on the podium in front of the hall and looked at the officers.
“You guys, take good care of Germi and lead the organization. I hope the organization without me will do something a little more productive than criminal.”
“Yes, boss.”
“All right.”
I looked at the organizers who filled the hall. There are many things I want to say, but there is no end to what I have to say. Since you have been silent all this time, it would be appropriate to leave quietly as you have been doing so far.
“Now the Black Moon boss is Al Germida, not me! Everyone has suffered a lot under me!”
Clap clap clap clap.
“You have worked hard all this time!”
The loud voices of the organizers echoed in the hall along with applause. Hearing the applause, Hergel withdrew from the stage.
Some executives grabbed a drink and went, but Hergel shook them off and left the black moon.
As I tried to get on the wagon, members of the organization came out of the building and saw me off until the last way.
“Boss, I’ll see you once I have something to go up to the capital!”
“Done. Now that everyone has let go of their hands and retreated, what are they looking for? Just don’t take heart.”
The officers all shouted and saw him off. Germi’s face came into view.
Hergel looked at the face and closed the carriage door. The driver’s voice came from the front.
“Shall we leave?”
“Okay, let’s go.”
The commotion receded with the carriage’s vibration. As the turmoil receded, the wagon’s vibration grew louder.
I thought that I had parted ways with the organization that I had poured my life into and that I had not been a good parent to my children.
“Herendal, Germi.”
Everything was futile In the end, if we break up like this, it’s the end, so why did we risk our lives to grow the organization?
“You become emotional as you get older.”
When he was thinking of Herendal, who was somewhat sentimental and injured and uncomfortable, the coachman’s embarrassed voice as the carriage came to a halt woke him up from his sentiments.
“I-over there…”
“What is going on?”
“Street… The homeless are blocking it.”
“What?”
At the coachman’s absurd words, Hergel stuck his head out on the coachman’s seat.
He couldn’t hide his absurdity at the sight of more than a hundred homeless people occupying the main road and blocking the road.
I met eyes with homeless people blocking the road. I saw them approaching, pointing at me with their fingers.
His old senses sounded the alarm.
“Turn the wagon.”
“Oh, it’s already surrounded by homeless people!”
“What… !”
Hergel bit his teeth hard and opened the carriage door. A muffled noise was heard along with images of homeless people tightly surrounding the wagon.
“Is that guy right?”
“Right, right. You have animal ears. It must be a target.”
“Break the wheels so the wagon can’t move!”
“Kill the horse!!”
I saw excited homeless men approaching with clubs or rusted daggers. Seeing that, Hergel hurried his coachman.
“Move the horses! Hit the guys blocking your way and run past!”
“Ha, but!”
“Hurry!!”
The sharp sense of danger to his life, which he had never felt since ruling the entire underworld of the West Way, made Hergel lose his composure.
In a hurry, he snatched the whip from his coachman’s hand and struck his horses instead.
The two frightened horses, whipped, lifted their front legs high and began to move, crushing the homeless people who were blocking their way.
“That madman moved the wagon!”
“I told you to break the wheel! What are you doing!”
Homeless people began to cling to the wagons.
At the same time, the carriage that stepped on the homeless man lost balance and began to tip over.
“No… !”
Crunchy, hee-ying!! Kwaaang-!
The sound of wagons collapsing, horses tipping over, and people being trampled made the roadside noisy.
Hergel struggled to climb out of the chariot, grabbing his head to correct the strained sight after rolling several times and being hit by a pile of silver and gold coins pouring out of the collapsing carriage.
“Keugh… These beggars are crazy… !”
“Encircle them so they can’t escape! We have to deal with it before the city guards arrive!”
As soon as he crawled out of the carriage, Hergel was speechless at the sight of the homeless people surrounding him.
There were too many.
“These bastards know who I am and do this shit!”
“Kuhhh… This guy who is going to die soon talks a lot.”
One of the homeless people at the forefront laughed at Hergel as he sharpened the blade of his dagger. Behind him, other homeless people looked at the carriage from which Hergel had exited.
“Look at his feet, he’s really full of money.”
“There must be more in the wagon! Can we really have them all?”
Hergel bit his mouth tightly and glared at them. First of all, you have to run through them. Hergel clenched his fists as he felt his blood run hot.
