Absolute Regression

Chapter 130

Episode 130 It’s a prejudice itself.

There was silence.

It was quite a long and heavy silence for two people to handle in one space.

The alcohol I bought was the alcohol he found right before he died. It was a liquor sold at a brewery near Cheonma Shingyo, and no one could figure out why he wanted to drink it. Chuma died after drinking this liquor.

“Why did you buy that alcohol?”

Her voice was trembling as much as her eyes.

Judging from his reaction, I was sure that there was some story behind this drink.

I pretended not to know and made excuses to him.

“It’s because I’m in a bad mood. I guess you were expecting great luxury liquor, but I just stopped by a random place and bought it. If you sent an empty liquor bottle to test me, you should have prepared for common liquor nearby. “Didn’t I tell you how I felt when I received the empty bottle?”

Chuma stared at me for a moment when I answered that I had bought it without any particular meaning.

“Why are you doing this? “Shouldn’t you have brought me this drink?”

To reduce doubt, you should actually ask questions. Rather, we must dig into it rather than avoid it. Rather, you should ask outright.

“Is there any meaning to this drink?”

When I looked at him with rather suspicious eyes, Chuma slowly changed the subject.

“You have a temper.”

“Is there anyone out there? “Everyone is just putting up with it.”

Chwima suddenly released his standing posture and leaned back against the backrest.

“Did you say you know the mind of a person who is addicted to alcohol? how?”

“I fell for it once too.”

Then he scoffed openly.

“Are young drunkards not recognized as drunkards again?”

There was a series of questions about whether the youthful story I told him earlier was just a story.

“I understand. “Everything is intense.”

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. Age is something that can’t be helped. “I don’t want to act like an unlucky senior who tries to teach me by showing off my pride.”

“That’s what you’re doing right now.”

“So you say age can’t be helped? “If you’re angry, drink that alcohol.”

Then he started drinking, probably because he was angry.

“shit!”

I put down my glass loudly. The wind broke the glass. When he raised his hand, the broken glasses rose into the air and flew to a corner. There were heaps of broken glasses piled up there.

Chuma said as he poured alcohol into a new glass.

“I said you should have a drink too.”

“I’m angry, but I won’t drink.”

“why?”

“I came here with the intention of not drinking today. What will be the consequences if you drink while dealing with a drunkard?”

“It seems like a plausible idea, but haven’t you ever thought about this? “How can you deal with a drunkard without drinking?”

“Then promise me one thing. “I’m just going to drink today.”

“Isn’t that what I’m going to say? “Please don’t ask me to help you while you’re drunk.”

“great.”

I drank the bottle of alcohol I brought. Even though I drank a little, my throat felt hot.

“It’s poisonous. Would you like to try this drink?”

Chuma shook his head.

I took the bottle and walked to Chuma. And I sat across from him at the drinking table.

“I have to eat snacks while drinking.”

“A drunkard without any pretense.”

“It’s more about health than fashion. “I’m not even a drinker.”

I took out a silver needle and checked the dish for poison. Chuma was upset at the sight.

“Did I seem like the kind of person who would feed poisoned food to guests?”

“So why don’t you check it out? “I wonder if he is that kind of person or not.”

Chuma quickly picked up the dish he was trying to check with his silver needle and ate it.

“What are you looking at me for? Nothing like that! “Just eat it!”

“I don’t like it. “How can you believe it?”

When I tried another dish with silver needles again, I ate that too first.

“Trust me. I hate things that mix alcohol or snacks with poison or drugs! A person who is chewed alive.”

I spoke calmly to the person who was very angry.

“You’re enjoying the snacks. Please continue to eat like that. I also think about the sincerity of the person who created it. Are the snacks flowers? “Just look.”

To be honest, I came here on purpose and ate snacks just to tell you this. No one around him would dare tell Chwima to eat snacks.

If you continue like this, man, you will die of alcoholism. You love alcohol and have high self-esteem when it comes to alcohol, but you can’t die because of it, right?

This was a separate issue from whether he would be on my side or my brother’s side. Even if he commits evil deeds and dies by my hands, I would rather be stabbed to death by the sword.

Wouldn’t it be so miserable if a person loved and enjoyed one thing all his life and then died because of it?

If he sees himself in the future, I can guarantee it. He will commit suicide.

“Let’s have a drink.”

“If you don’t eat snacks, I won’t eat.”

“Are you done? “Is that done?”

“great.”

We drank together. He drank even though he felt like drinking more would be difficult. He became increasingly drunk.

In the meantime, I tried my Abusingong without fail.

“You are the most handsome of the Palmazons.”

“Everyone admits that.”

The art of flattery requires push and pull skills. If you want to say good things, you should also say bad things so that the good words shine more.

“Honestly, it looks so sculptural that I actually feel a sense of distance.”

“Please tell this to the women of the world. “Please keep your distance from me.”

“ah! I can’t stand this. “I need a drink.”

Who in the world wouldn’t like being called handsome? I also enjoyed drinking alcohol.

“There was a time… there were so many women lining up. Can you imagine your political faction’s women’s association and the Sa faction’s female protagonists fighting over me? Ah, I really remember that time.”

He suddenly got up from his excitement and took off his top. Then, without even a moment to stop him, he jumped and jumped into the lake.

He swam here and there like a crazy person for a while and then came back up to the pavilion. The body dripping with water was solid and muscular, but there were many wounds here and there.

Now that I think about it, I have never seen the bodies of the mazons. Perhaps other mazons also have wounds like this on their bodies? Just as my body was completely destroyed while I was looking for Dafa materials, the wounds that the position requires.

“Ah, I’m finally sobering up. Now, let’s drink again.”

It came back too healthy to be called an injection. He roughly put on his clothes and started drinking again.

I drank slowly. Although he drank constantly, he did not force himself to drink. That one was really good.

“Want me to tell you honestly why I called you?”

“Please tell me.”

Then Chwima gave a truly unexpected reason.

“It’s because no one is looking for me. Why aren’t you and the Archduke looking for me? Are you meeting other mazons well? Are you ignoring me? okay?”

“If that were the case, I wouldn’t have come to see you today.”

“If you do it, why? “Let’s put aside the nonsense about the main character appearing later.”

“If I had to give a reason, it would be because I feel like Chuma-sama is a person who is far away from the succession dispute, right?”

“I?”

“Isn’t it?”

“at all. What on earth is the relationship between my love of drinking and my struggle to avoid being pushed out of power struggles on campus? Isn’t that a completely separate thing? what? If you like alcohol, you like people, you have no desire for power or greed. What should I do? “Who decided it?”

“I think this was also a preconceived notion. “Chwima is truly a prejudice.”

“Oh, what a disgusting world.”

Chuma drank again. The moment he felt any emotion, whether happy or angry, he drank. After drinking like this, it was natural for him to die from alcoholism.

After a few more drinks, I asked the question that had been on my mind.

“Did you send a bottle to your brother too?”

“I sent it.”

“Has your brother come to visit?”

Then Chwima shook his head.

“They sent this instead.”

When he stretched out his hand, a box flew out from the corner.

When I opened the box, it contained the same bottle of alcohol that was sent to me. And the liquor bottle was broken.

“Do you know what I thought when I saw this?”

“I know.”

“You know? “What was I thinking?”

“What does this bastard want to do?”

When I looked at the empty liquor bottle that Chuma had sent me and repeated what I had said, Chuma drank and said he was going to die laughing.

“Gongja Lee is fun. How about me and Hohyunghoje? “I think it would be really great to have a younger brother as interesting as Lee Gong-ja.”

“I hope my brother does the same.”

Chuma smiled louder and drank.

I felt puzzled.

Since three Mazons interacted with me, my brother is missing just one Mazon. But you rejected Chu Ma’s offer so blatantly?

If this is true, we need to find out why my brother made this choice. There must be a reason.

“That’s an uncharacteristic reaction.”

“You may be looking at the Archduke wrong.”

“No one knows you better than I do.”

“Look here, Mr. Lee.”

“yes.”

“You know what? “The people closest to you are the worst at seeing it.”

I said it was a nice thing to say, but in the middle of it, Chuma spilled his drink. Perhaps out of embarrassment, he tried to swim again.

“I need to sober up. Cheeky little fish! They probably have a lot of prejudice against me too. “I’m going to scold you.”

I stopped him from stumbling up.

“Stop eating. “I have to go now.”

Honestly, I wanted to drink more. Is it because of intoxication and drinking? Or is it because the sleeping insect inside me has awakened? This drinking party was fun.

However, since it was a drinking party with the person I had to be most careful with in this martial arts club, I decided to end it by just emptying the alcohol I had brought.

“I’ll leave for today.”

Chwima asked me while leaning on the backrest, unable to control himself.

“Would you like to drink with me again?”

“Anytime you call me.”

“We should be friendly and friendly, right?”

Instead of answering, I asked him. That was the exact question Ian was talking about.

“Mr. Chwima, when was the most delicious and enjoyable drink you had?”

I think this question is a great question that gives us a glimpse into what kind of person he is.

Then came an unexpected answer.

“now.”

“Are you talking about having drinks with me? “Is this an honor?”

“Our scientist has a dream.”

Chuma looked at the lake with unfocused eyes.

“For me, the drink I’m drinking now is always the best. Whether you drink alone or with strangers passing by. The alcohol you drink at this moment is the most delicious. Even if you leave and an assassin comes to kill me, drinking with him will taste the best.”

And with that, Chwima emptied his glass. He must have been so drunk now that he almost lay down, leaning against the backrest and closing his eyes. He gestured for me to go and made a curly sound with his tongue.

“The last drink that already ended up in urine… what kind of memories can there be? “Goodbye.”

After saying that, he fell asleep.

I quietly turned around and came out.

The female guest, a third-generation drunkard who had greeted me earlier, rowed a ferry boat.

When I was halfway across the lake, I looked back.

Chuma, unable to control himself, was lying on the railing of the pavilion like laundry, looking at me.

It was so far away that I couldn’t see his facial expression, but thanks to Shinanjutsu, I was able to see his face clearly. His face was so red that it seemed like it was going to explode, and his eyes were… indifferent.

His eyes were so empty that I wondered what the alcohol, jokes, and time he had spent so far were all about.

He wasn’t as upset as Ilhwageomjon felt, nor was he in a bad mood like Extreme Soma felt. Although he looked like a drunkard, he was not a drunkard, and although he looked easygoing, he was not easygoing.

I still don’t know what kind of person Chuma is.

* * *

After leaving Daechwirim, I went straight to Hyeolcheon Doma.

Hyeolcheon Doma was still practicing Taoism today.

“Why are you so absorbed in your training these days?”

After driving the Great Sword of Destruction that Blood Heavenly Sword was wielding into the ground, he leaned on the sword. His body was wet with sweat.

“You may believe that the succession fight can be ended without bloodshed, but I do not believe it.”

It meant that a bloody fight could break out.

“Will you fight for me?”

“You’re fighting for me.”

“That’s it.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I drank it and drank it.”

“Chuimawa?”

“yes. “He approached me first.”

How does Chuma appear to Hyeolcheon Doma?

“Chwima is an insidious person. “Don’t get too close.”

A sneaky one. It was the moment when another side of Chuma was revealed.

“Why do you only hang out with such bad people?”

“There has to be someone who isn’t bad.”

The Hyeolcheon chopping board just whetted my appetite.

“What if you had to choose only one person: Extreme Soma and Chuma?”

He couldn’t choose one person easily.

“Are you saying it’s that insidious?”

“I hate drunk people. It’s different when I’m drunk and different when I’m awake. To the injection, to the truth, to shameless oblivion. “The person standing at the extreme of that damn brilliance is a drunkard.”

But that wasn’t the only reason why Hyeolcheondoma hated drunkards.

“Have you ever seen him when he’s awake?”

“No, there is none.”

“I don’t have either. Probably no one saw it. That’s why he’s a sneaky guy.”

The definitive reason why Hyeolcheondoma hates him has been revealed.

“He has never been seen not drunk.”

Is being drunk really his true self? Is it real when you’re awake?

“be careful. “Because the insidious guy has started to move.”

I don’t know what he was thinking when he sent me the bottle, but maybe it’s time for you to finally get sober for once in your life.