Chapter 474

**Chapter 474: The lazy bum Makes a Proposal (4)**

—Hey.

Wei Yanho turned his head when he heard Jangil call him.

—Did you come all the way here because there’s something to steal to eat?

—Hahaha, don’t assume a beggar only moves when there’s something to steal. We also move when there’s something to listen to.

—… How diligent —Wei Yanho clicked his tongue—. And when you run out of food, will you go back to begging?

—You know too much about beggars. You should be careful.

—How funny, how funny —Wei Yanho waved his hand—. Go away. I have things to think about; I’m not in the mood to play with a beggar.

—Can you say that even after seeing this?

Jangil opened the bundle hanging from his waist and took something out.

—Damn it! —Wei Yanho gritted his teeth.

Inside Jangil’s bundle was a well-cooked roast duck and a large bottle of wine.

Although he wasn’t very interested in the liquor in the bottle, he couldn’t help but notice the roast duck emitting an aromatic smoke.

—Food tastes better when eaten under the eaves of a roof.

—A beggar who knows about gourmet, how ironic.

—Nonsense. Precisely because I’m a beggar, I know about gourmet. There are times when a meal insignificant to others must be savored like a heavenly delicacy. That’s why I can’t help but be more sensitive to taste.

—… Wow, that strangely makes sense.

Wei Yanho smiled and reached out his hand.

—Give me a leg.

—Here you go.

When Jangil tore off a duck leg and handed it to him without hesitation, Wei Yanho looked at him in surprise.

—Did you make a mistake? I thought you would refuse me with some excuse.

—I brought it to give it to you, how could I not?

—You brought it for me?

Wei Yanho took the duck leg and looked alternately at Jangil and the leg with suspicion.

—… It’s not poisoned.

—It’s suspicious.

Jangil twisted his face.

That’s why it’s not worth being kind to this guy.

—Well, thanks for the food.

Wei Yanho took a big bite of the duck leg. Jangil also started eating the other leg.

—Where did you get the money to buy this?

—Money comes and goes. That’s why you have to spend it as soon as it arrives.

—… Now I understand why you’re a beggar.

—Hahaha. A materialist like you could never understand the heart of a beggar, an immortal living in this world.

—I have a lot to say, but since I’m the one eating for free, I can’t let it out.

Wei Yanho began to eat the duck leg in silence.

When Jangil poured wine into the cup he had prepared, Wei Yanho took it without protest. He wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol, but he wasn’t going to refuse it either.

—Ugh… —Wei Yanho twisted his face after drinking a sip.

—How is it? Isn’t it poetic?

—Poetic?

—A glass of wine under the moonlight, sitting on the edge of the roof. Ugh, it even inspires me to write a poem.

—… It’s just cold.

—…

Jangil smiled softly.

That was his mistake. Talking about poetry with this guy. Even if everyone in the world enjoyed elegance, this guy would be the exception.

He deserved praise for climbing onto the roof without bringing a blanket.

—Well, what’s the matter?

—Matter?

—You wouldn’t have spent money on this for no reason. You have something to say, don’t you?

Jangil smiled bitterly.

—No.

—Tell me at once.

—Seriously, no.

—… Seriously?

Wei Yanho looked at Jangil as if wondering: *”Did this beggar eat something rotten?”*

—Really, no.

—Hmm.

Wei Yanho looked at him with an expressionless face.

—Do I inspire so little confidence?

—Do you really need me to say it?

—Ugh.

Jangil sighed and spoke.

—It’s a little embarrassing to say, but I thought you must be having a hard time.

—Having a hard time?

—Yes. Everyone expects something from you. I can’t even imagine what that must be like.

Wei Yanho didn’t respond and looked at the sky. The bright moon watched him from above.

—I never thought a lazy bum like me would end up in this situation.

—It’s the duty of the powerful.

—Duty… —Wei Yanho leaned back—. It’s not that I understand it, but I’ve had that thought.

—What thought?

—… If the people who rely on me for this are right in the head.

Jangil let out a mocking laugh.

*”It’s ridiculous.”*

Wei Yanho was the biggest lazy bum in the world.

If you asked someone who knew him what kind of person Wei Yanho was, there wouldn’t be five who would say something good.

He wasn’t just lazy. He had a bad temper, zero sense of responsibility, and it seemed like his father had taken away all the ability to cooperate, leaving him only crumbs.

But the funny thing was that most of those who knew him trusted him.

It was strange, but true.

Objectively, Wei Yanho was someone who couldn’t be trusted or delegated responsibilities to, but those who knew him did.

Although they always complained, if they had to follow someone’s words, they would do so without hesitation.

Jangil also felt this strange reality.

He was no exception.

Recently, he had noticed.

The reports he sent to his superiors were almost all about Wei Yanho, and they were full of his personal impressions.

At best, they were cold evaluations; at worst, pure insults. In a letter that Wanggeoji, the leader of the beggars, sent him after reviewing his reports, it said:

*”According to your reports, that Wei Yanho is a damn bastard. So why do you say we should trust and follow that damn bastard? Are you crazy?”*

*”Yes, I am.”*

Jangil couldn’t help but laugh.

It was something that couldn’t be explained with words. It was enough to see the people who gathered around Wei Yanho.

Elsewhere, they would be normal people… no, capable people. Wherever they went, they would be treated with respect.

They didn’t need to be next to Wei Yanho; they could live comfortably without enduring his mistreatment and whims, but there they were, enduring everything.

*”The word ‘charisma’ falls short.”*

Wei Yanho definitely had a magnetism. Moreover, in critical moments, he inspired a vague hope: *”Surely that guy will do something.”*

That’s when Jangil noticed something strange.

At first, it seemed absurd to him that everyone trusted Wei Yanho, but by accepting it, his attention focused not on the people, but on Wei Yanho.

How would this guy feel?

A born irresponsible, could he bear the expectations of so many people?

Thinking about it and observing Wei Yanho, he saw something he hadn’t noticed before.

The first time he saw him, Wei Yanho was a lost cause. It was difficult to understand how someone like that could exist. His long stay in a cave had deformed him, but there was something innately different about him. It made one doubt if he could live normally.

But now, what was Wei Yanho like?

*”Just a common lazy bum.”*

He no longer gave the impression of being the demented lazy bum from before. At best, it could be said that life had softened him.

But to Jangil, it didn’t seem like a good thing.

A feeling of wear.

A lazy bum who, if he hadn’t faced adversity, would have lived without worrying about others, was now polished by experiences.

For others, it might be a good thing, but was it for Wei Yanho?

Wei Yanho was still too young to bear the expectations of so many adults. Something was wrong.

He didn’t know since when.

—Tsk.

But there was nothing Jangil could do.

Wei Yanho was already a central figure in the martial world, and if he abandoned his responsibilities, chaos would reign.

Probably, Wei Yanho knew it. He wasn’t stupid.

The only thing Jangil could do was comfort him like this. Toast with this young man who couldn’t share his feelings with anyone. He didn’t know if it was of any use.

—Beggar.

—Mm?

—Hey.

Wei Yanho spoke softly.

—Do you think my brother is still alive?

—…

Jangil pursed his lips.

Thinking about how much Wei Yanho had pondered before saying those words dried his mouth.

—It’s not easy to kill someone like him.

—Yes.

—And if they wanted to kill him, they would have done it there. Why take him away?

—Do you think so?

—Yes. So don’t think nonsense.

—It’s not that I think about it much. Just sometimes that idea comes to me.

—Idea?

—Yes. My brother was captured by the Demon Cult, and I’m here… what am I doing? I try to make an effort, but sometimes I feel like all this is meaningless.

Wei Yanho scratched his head.

—Although I know that preparing like this is the fastest way to save him, sometimes I think… could it be that I don’t have the courage to go to the Demon Cult alone?

—Hey.

—Maybe I’m just afraid of dying, and that’s why, even though my brother was captured, I just make excuses and waste time.

—Don’t say stupid things, you idiot!

Jangil shouted furiously.

—Wei Sanho is your brother, but to me he’s a friend, and to your father, a son. Are all of us also afraid of dying?

—Eh, I guess not.

—I understand the impatience, but this is not something to be rushed.

—Yes… you’re right.

Wei Yanho kept looking at the moon in the sky. Seeing his expression, Jangil’s eyes clouded over.

*”What is he thinking about now?”*

As much as he tried to empathize, it was difficult to understand Wei Yanho’s feelings. He could only sense that they were complex.

How could he know?

Everyone knew that Wei Yanho admired his brother more than his father. But he then discovered that that brother was not his blood brother, but the son of the Great Demon King.

How would someone feel who prepares a war against the Demon Cult to save the son of his enemy?

They say heroes need adversity. But seeing Wei Yanho, he thought differently.

Aren’t those who overcome these adversities precisely heroes?

Because common people couldn’t bear them.

—Drink.

—Yes.

Wei Yanho took the cup that Jangil offered him without protest.

In the wine that moved inside the cup, the bright moon was reflected.