RDM (Novel) Chapter 423

C 423

Pyo Wol and Do Yeonsan left the inn early in the morning.

After a good night's sleep on the soft bed, the fatigue from the journey through the forest was completely gone.

The two made their way to a market near the inn.

With so many tribes gathering and living here, the market was filled with all sorts of clothing and other items for sale.

Pyo Wol gave Do Yeonsan some silver coins and said,

"Buy the necessary things for when we have to sleep outside."

"Got it. I'll buy things like dried meat and other supplies, right?"

"Correct. When you've bought everything, let's meet back here."


Do Yeonsan nodded his head energetically.

He had roamed the world as the Ghost King, but back then, he didn't prepare for sleeping outside and just ate and slept anywhere like an animal.

He didn't want to sleep outside like that anymore.

Even if he had to sleep outside, he wanted to be well prepared and rest properly.

Besides, he had never spent money as he pleased before.

Even though it was only two small silver coins, he was excited to have money to spend as he pleased.

Do Yeonsan ran off happily.

Pyo Wol watched his back for a moment before starting to walk slowly.

Do Yeonsan would buy the necessary things for sleeping outside, so Pyo Wol didn't have to prepare anything. But the market had its own charm. People would wander around even if they had nothing to buy.

Pyo Wol was no exception.

Leaving the shopping to Do Yeonsan, he browsed the items the merchants had brought with them.

Most of the items were common and could be found anywhere.

Some people had brought their own grain, while others had come to sell livestock such as cows or goats. These were everyday items. But occasionally there were traders selling unique items.

Small artefacts used at home, necklaces with mystical meanings - the variety was endless.

The life of the other tribes, apart from the white people, was not very prosperous.

Their smaller populations meant limited production capacity. In this situation, they would sell anything that seemed valuable.

Suddenly Pyo Wol stopped in front of an old man.

The man, who appeared to be in his seventies, was selling stones.

He hadn't expected to find anyone selling rocks, although there were many other items on the market.

Understandably, people were not interested in the stones. The old man did not seem to be expecting any sales either, as he looked rather indifferent.

Pyo Wol asked the old man,

"What are these?"

"Can't you see? They're rocks."


"Selling rocks?"

"Why, is it not allowed?"

The old man lifted his head confidently.

"Is there anything special about them?"

"Well, they're not ordinary rocks."

"Then what?"

"It fell from the sky."

"The sky? You mean meteorites?"

"A few days ago, the night sky suddenly brightened and this rock fell. It seemed bigger at first. But the rest of it seems to have burned away, leaving only this. What do you think of it? Are you interested in buying it?"

The old man's voice became subtle.

He assumed that Pyo Wol's interest meant that he was considering buying it.

In fact, he had brought the meteorite with him, but he thought there was almost no chance of selling it. No matter how much money people had, no one would buy rocks. Nevertheless, he brought it along just in case, and seeing Pyo Wol's interest made him anxious.

Pyo Wol didn't answer and just looked at the meteorite.

It was only the size of a child's head. There wasn't enough of it to make anything.

Pyo Wol wasn't a craftsman, so he couldn't think of what to do with the meteorite. But he wondered if Tang Sochu could make something useful out of it.

Tang Sochu was the best craftsman Pyo Wol knew.

It wasn't easy to get a meteorite that had fallen from the sky. Such a meteorite would be the perfect gift for Tang Sochu.

Pyo Wol said,

"I'll buy it for one silver coin."

"I should get at least two coins."

"It looks like you don't want to sell it. Never mind."

Pyo Wol turned away without hesitation. At that moment, an urgent expression appeared on the old man's face.

"Wait! I'll sell it. Just give me a silver coin and you can take everything. I'll wrap it for you."

He wrapped the meteorite in a cloth and handed it to Pyo Wol.

Someone who would pay a silver coin for such a useless stone? What a fool.

Although he was disappointed not to get two silver coins, one coin was more than enough for the stone.

The moment Pyo Wol touched the wrapped meteorite, he was slightly surprised.


His inner energy reacted to the meteorite.

He didn't know which component of the meteorite caused the reaction, but its sensitivity to his internal energy was unusual.

Pyo Wol threw a silver coin at the old man.

"Hehe! Now it's yours."

The old man, afraid that Pyo Wol would ask for his money back, quickly left the place.

The old man probably thought he had made a great profit from a gullible person, but Pyo Wol believed he had gained more.

Tang Sochu will like this.

It had been a long time since he had seen Tang Sochu.

He didn't know how much Tang Sochu's craftsmanship had improved since their parting, but the meteorite would make a great gift for him.

Pyo Wol carried the wrapped meteorite on his back.

The old man hurriedly left his seat for fear that Pyo Wol would ask for the silver coin back. 

He probably thought he'd made a big profit by catching a fool like Pyo Wol, but Pyo Wol thought he'd made an even bigger profit.

Sochu will love it.

It had been a long time since he'd seen Tang Sochu.

Before they parted, his craftsmanship was at an extraordinary level, but Pyo Wol didn't know how much more he had developed since then.

The meteorite he had bought from the old man would make a great gift for Tang Sochu.

Pyo Wol slung the bundle of cloth containing the meteorite over his shoulder.

Just then, Do Yeonsan appeared, carrying a load of luggage in both hands.

"Hey, brother! What's this?"

Do Yeonsan spotted the bundle and asked.

"A meteorite!"

"A meteorite? You mean a stone that fell from the sky?"

"Yes! Are you interested?"

Do Yeonsan was also a former apprentice of a workshop.

He had a remarkable talent.

Do Yeonsan shook his head.

"No, not anymore."


"I can't go back to that life."

If he had been his former self, he would definitely have been interested in the meteorite. But now he was marked by the martial arts of the Ghost King.

It wasn't easy to return to the difficult and arduous life of a craftsman when he could easily wield more powerful powers.

"Such a precious item should be given to a true craftsman. It shouldn't be soiled by a half-penny like me."

"You are not a half-penny."

"As a craftsman, I am."

Do Yeonsan clearly defined himself. It showed that he had no regrets.

After confirming Do Yeonsan's feelings, Pyo Wol didn't ask any further questions.

Do Yeonsan looked at Pyo Wol for a moment and then spoke as if he'd remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, there's a caravan leaving for Chengdu tomorrow."


"Yes! It's a pretty big caravan and they're recruiting guards right now."


"It seems that the unrest in Kangho is affecting us here as well."

"Then it wouldn't be a bad idea to go with them."

"Heh! That's why I registered in advance."

"Did they allow it?"

"They did."

Of course, he had to show off his skills for a moment.

No group would hire a sixteen-year-old boy with no skills, no matter how short of manpower they were.

Do Yeonsan showed the recruiter how he could easily break a stone with a single blow. Thanks to this, he was easily hired.

"When are they leaving?"

"This afternoon."

"Then we should go now."


The two walked shoulder to shoulder towards the caravan recruiting guards.

The Great Pearl Traders

That was the name of the group of merchants leaving today.

Five newly recruited guards were waiting in front of the caravan.

They were all martial artists who were known to be quite capable in Dai.


One of the martial artists was surprised to see Pyo Wol and Do Yeonsan.

He approached them.

"Wait, are you also joining the Great Pearl Merchant Group?"

The speaker was the one who made noise in the inn where Pyo Wol stayed the night before.

It seemed that he had decided to join the caravan on its safe journey to Chengdu instead of the dangerous journey to Kangho.

Pyo Wol's appearance was so striking that the man remembered him clearly even though he had only seen him once.

Pyo Wol asked,

"And you are?"

"Ah! My name is Jin Gwan Hak. What's your name?"

"Pyo Wol!"

"Pyo Wol!"

"What a cool name. Anyway, nice to meet you, as we'll be travelling together. I'll be counting on you."

Jin Gwan Hak didn't recognise Pyo Wol.

Dai was too far away from Kangho.

Being cut off from the outside, the rumours from Kangho reached him late, and even if he had heard of Pyo Wol, it was hard to believe that the man in front of him was the same person.

But he wondered.

Pyo Wol's face was too delicate for such a dangerous job.

At first glance, he seemed to have grown up in a refined way, and he was already worried about whether he could handle such a tough job as a bodyguard.

Hey! Why should I worry about others? I should just do well for myself.

Jin Gwan Hak thought and returned to his position.

At that time, the door of the trading company opened wide and those who were leaving for the journey came out.

There were more than twenty wagons full of luggage, and including merchants, warriors, and various workers, there were more than thirty people in all.

The chief bodyguard of the trading company approached those waiting outside.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Ji Moo-hyeong, the chief bodyguard. From now on, you'll follow my orders."


"Please give us your orders."

The temporary bodyguards replied unanimously.


Although they were only temporary, if they performed well in front of Ji Moo-hyeong, they could become official bodyguards later.

There was a huge gap between the temporary and official bodyguards, especially in terms of treatment and pay.

Ji Moo-hyeong spoke to the temporary bodyguards.

"You will be in charge of the wagons at the rear."

It was a mistake to think that riding in a cart pulled by horses and oxen would be comfortable. When it rained, they had to cover it with a waterproof tarpaulin and take special care not to lose the goods.

In fact, they even had to perform menial tasks as bodyguards. Still, there were a lot of people willing to do it.

There weren't many jobs that paid as much.

The makeshift bodyguards made their way to the rear wagons without hesitation.

"Wait! You!"

Ji Moo-hyeong suddenly shouted at Pyo Wol.

When Pyo Wol stopped, Ji Moo-hyeong looked him up and down.

"Can you handle such a dangerous job as a bodyguard?"

"Don't worry, I've done it many times."

"Really? If you're lying just to get hired, get out now. I won't hold it against you."

It was because Pyo Wol's appearance was too delicate.

Pyo Wol smiled and said,

"I'll probably be better than you."

"Are you sure?"

"Just watch and you'll see."

"Alright! I won't forget what you just said. Go on."

Ji Moo-hyeong waved his hand dismissively.

It was a very rude gesture, but Pyo Wol didn't care.

He only wanted to travel with them to Chengdu.

There would be no reason to see them again once they arrived in Chengdu, so there was no need to be upset by such a thing.

The wagon Pyo Wol was in charge of was at the back.

The horse-drawn cart was full of luggage, but there was still room for people.

Do Yeonsan said to Pyo Wol,

"Brother, let me drive the horse.

"Can you do it?"

"I want to."

Do Yeonsan's face was full of excitement.

Looking at his face, it was obvious that he was still a young boy.

For boys of his age, there was no greater dream than to ride a horse.

It wasn't strange for them to get excited just by driving a horse-drawn carriage.

Pyo Wol said,

"Hold on to the reins. If you want to go left, pull left; if you want to go right, pull right. If you want to stop..."

"Pull back, right?"

"That's right!"

"I've got it. I think I know how to do it. Leave it to me."


Pyo Wol obediently handed the reins to Do Yeonsan and went to the baggage compartment.

After making some space by pushing the luggage, he sat down.

"Let's go!"

Do Yeonsan's excited voice came from the front and the carriage began to move.

Pyo Wol leaned against the luggage and closed his eyes.

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