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Words from my death (2)
Gal Sa-ryang was looking out the window.
The death of the leader, which had been postponed and postponed, was announced.
At first I couldn’t believe he was dead. I can’t believe the leader I was talking to just a moment ago has died. He was convinced he had been murdered.
Immediately, a doctor was called in and an autopsy was performed on the body.
But I couldn’t find anything strange. It was ruled as a natural death.
On the day the leader died, his behavior was strange.
But that didn’t mean it was strange enough to be linked to death.
I really never imagined that Cheon Ha-jin would die so vainly. I was so devastated that I didn’t shed any tears even after seeing his body.
I was not given time to reflect on my sadness and mourn properly. The things that needed to be done poured in like a mountain. These were things I had never thought of until yesterday.
Of course, the most important thing was to select the next leader. Even if the leader died, the Murim Alliance had to return.
“We can’t put off voting any longer.”
Galsaryang did not respond to the soft voice coming from behind.
After standing like that for a moment, Gal Sa-ryang turned back.
The man sitting at the table drinking tea was like a well-forged sword. A man holding a teacup but looking just as dangerous as holding a sword.
He was the most central figure among the leaders of the teenage Murim League.
To briefly introduce the teenage organizations, first of all, there were three organizations that were directly under the leader and only followed the orders of the leader.
The first was Gwangwoldan, the second was Cheolgidan, and the third was Cheongungdan. They were called the three important groups of the Murim League.
Gwangwoldan was an organization made up of experts who used various types of weapons, and was known to have an extraordinary martial arts level.
Among the ten organizations, it was the only one whose number and size were not known to the outside world.
The man sitting drinking tea right now was none other than Joo Cheol-ryong, the head of the Gwangwoldan.
Next, the Iron Cavalry was literally the Iron Cavalry unit. Five hundred warriors armed with iron armored horses and long spears.
Not only did they rely on armor and horses, but each and every one of them was an expert and used perfect passing techniques, so their power was enormous.
Cheongungdan was literally an organization of archers. Only warriors who were good at shooting archery were selected, and the number was as many as 1,000. Just imagine. One thousand arrows fired by one thousand trained archers.
These three organizations were the three most important divisions of the Murim League. It was known that it would never move without the leader’s orders.
The remaining seven organizations are as follows:
First of all, Jeongjeongak (正意閣), which has a strong character of an intelligence group led by the general military, and the Maenghodan (盟護團) for the protection of the leader, and the Maenghodan (the Maenghodan) were led by Baekpyo.
Next, there was the White Tiger Dan (白虎團), which was in charge of Maeng’s defense, and the Red Dragon Dan (赤龍團), which was in charge of external support.
Generally speaking, Murimmaeng warriors refer to these two groups of warriors. The most numerous organizations were the White Tigers, with 3,000 members, and the Red Dragons, with a whopping 8,000 members.
Jipbeopdang (執法堂), which was in charge of inspection and law enforcement, and Jaedang (財堂), which was in charge of the affairs of the Murim League, were also included in the ten organizations.
Lastly, there was a senate where retired veterans gathered. Because there was a lot of potential for problems to arise, it was difficult to get into the Senate, and even if you did, you had to be bound by the most regulations.
In this way, the heads of the ten organizations select the next leader.
At first everything went well.
Although the ruler did not decide on a successor, he had someone in mind. If he’s this kind of person, I think he’ll be able to lead him well.
The person he was thinking of was none other than Yeop Mu-gil, the lord of Byeokroedomoon.
He had a good personality, a good reputation among his clan, and above all, he was strong in martial arts.
Although Byeokroedomun was not a powerful school belonging to the five eras of the central plains, the general theory was that it was the strongest when considering only individual martial arts.
I thought everyone would naturally follow my recommendation, but a variable arose at the last minute.
The person who is here now.
Joo Cheol-ryong, the head of Gwangwoldan, nominated a new person as a candidate. He never dreamed that the head of Gwangwoldan would nominate a candidate without even discussing it with him.
The bigger problem was that the person he recommended was someone who was judged to never be the leader.
It was Ma Bong-gi, a member of the Jungwon Five Generations and the head of Cheondomun, which is said to be the best gate in Gangbuk.
Ma Bong-gi’s complex problems with women were an open secret.
He said he knew ten when he saw one, and he opposed it, saying it would never be done, but Joo Cheol-ryong stubbornly pushed ahead.
For now, voting has been postponed. It didn’t feel good.
Sure enough, he had already secured six votes.
Gwangwoldan, Cheolgidan, Jeokryongdan, Assembly Hall, Jaedang, and even the Senate.
This was after all core organizations had been included.
It was later postponed twice more. He did everything he could to postpone voting.
In the meantime, I tried to change their minds. But the result was a failure. Rather, one vote from one side went to the other side.
At a time when they failed to change their minds, they even captured the White Tiger Danju as a show of pride.
Now their votes amounted to seven. It was a complete defeat.
How on earth could this happen?
Now Galsaryang was convinced.
Everything has been prepared for a long time.
Meng Zhu must have been assassinated.
Mabongi.
Was it his doing?
However, the Ma Bongi he knew was not a meticulous person enough to do something like this. Did she see something wrong?
What if there is another mastermind?
Then why Mabonggi? If they were like this, they would have put forward a more believable person than Ma Bong-gi.
It was truly full of unknown things.
“Now it’s time to make a decision.”
If voting continues like this, Ma Bong-gi will become the leader.
Joo Cheol-ryong was someone who literally risked his life to swear loyalty to the leader when he was alive. I never dreamed that he would take the lead in something like this.
‘Saryang, Saryang. ‘You still have a long way to go.’
I thought that the pride I had in helping Chun Ha-jin to unify the Central Plains might have become old and worn-out and turned into arrogance.
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The last years of Cheon Ha-jin were considered to be the most stable period in the history of Gangho, but while he was intoxicated with peace, the roots of the Murim Alliance were rotting.
Gal Sa-ryang smiled leisurely, hiding his sorrowful self-reproach.
“Principles are important, but I think it is also important to uphold the spirit of the former leader.”
“Yujira, the leader of the squadron. “What do you mean?”
“As you know, Lord Maeng is a person who has dedicated his life to ordinary powerhouses. In particular, he was wary of Joongwon Ose disrupting the powerhouse. “You know that, right?”
A disapproving expression appeared on his face, but he could not deny it, so Joo Cheol-ryong nodded slightly.
Gal Sa-ryang calmly continued speaking.
“If we decide to elect the next leader among them, wouldn’t it be a betrayal of the leader’s will?”
However, Joo Cheol-ryong had no intention of backing down.
“What the soldier said has a point, but isn’t there a strict rule that must be followed? “I think it is right to follow principles when electing a leader.”
“I will think about it.”
“If we delay it any longer, we will hold a vote excluding the military.”
Joo Cheol-ryong spat as if declaring war and left the room.
Finally, Gal Sa-ryang sighed. Now that two of the three important divisions had turned around, there was nothing he could do.
I turned my head to the window again. I could see dancers moving diligently around the training ground. Everyone was wearing white uniforms and white headbands in mourning for Cheon Ha-jin’s death.
The owner of this place is now dead, but the Murim Alliance continues to operate without change. No, now he was squirming and wriggling even more than when he was alive.
‘… … Lord Maeng, you shouldn’t have left like that.’
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Baekpyo was standing in the middle of Maengjujeon.
After Cheon Ha-jin died, this place remained empty.
Baekpyo walked to one wall. The history left behind by the leader was recorded on the wall.
The legendary fights left by Cheon Ha-jin.
I don’t know how many times I see it over and over again now, something I saw without thinking when he was alive.
When a new leader is elected, this wall will be erased and new history will be recorded. As the leader of the fierce tiger group, he will also have to protect the new leader.
Would that make us forget Cheon Ha-jin?
After circling along the four walls, it stopped in front of Taesa.
The Taesa Temple where the lord was sitting was empty.
The face of Cheon Ha-jin, smiling brightly, came to mind. It seemed like he would come in here smiling at any moment.
“Hahaha, Baekpyo. Come and have a drink with me. “If you’re that nervous, you’ll get sick, you’ll get sick.”
“Because of you, I can sleep with my feet stretched out, right? “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”
“I heard your wife is very sick. I’ll give her a few days off, so you can go and take good care of her. Hehehe, this is an order. Lord Maeng!”
“Did you like it when we used to fight like crazy? Do you remember? I still remember that time. You worked hard until you died. ha ha ha.”
The leader’s words were still vivid in my ears.
Tears welled up in Baekpyo’s eyes and soon rolled down his cheeks.
“Lord!”
The tears that once burst out continued to flow.
“Ugh. Lord Maeng.”
Tears continued to pour. He felt guilty for not being able to protect him. He felt guilty that he should have taken more care of his master’s health.
Baekpyo continued to cry while sitting down. His whole body was shaking and his throat was tight.
“… … I’d like to see you again… … Lord Maeng.”
In a place where no one answered, only Baekpyo’s sad cries echoed.
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