9th Circle Lord

78 #78화 Map 2

Luther's view of the stone is complicated.

You want me to sell this to people?

I've had a headache.

It was not a pretty pebble found by chance, and it was a rough-looking stone in the dirt.

Of course it can't be sold.

Luther recalled the process instructed by the devil.

'It was intentional, but it was spontaneous. I'm sure you're not asking me to do business.’

There is definitely a connotation.

But I don't know that.

What should I do now?

Luther, who was agonizing over it, couldn't think of a sharp number, so he was going to pretend to do business for now.

Luther's face, holding a stone, is full of difficulties as he recognizes his seat.

'There's no vacancy.’

Until a while ago, I had never dreamed of becoming a merchant, so of course I didn't think about opening up on the floor of the market.

But now that I'm in a position to do business, I'm trying to find a place, but there was no suitable place.

It was packed in a row and there was no room for passers-by.

I don't know how many times Luther's head is pounding today.

"Next time, I'll have to force myself to find out what's really going on.’

Unlike his pragmatic and deliberate mindset, the devil was spontaneous and arbitrary.

Luther, who grumbled about the king's irresponsible guidance and searched for a place, eventually decided on a corner of a narrow alleyway.

There was a shadow and it was not noticeable.

But what can I do?

I had no choice but to do as I was told because I was in a bad situation.

I opened my seat, took off my cape, and laid it on the floor. When I counted the stones, there were fifteen.

Luther sat with his arms crossed, with a stone on his cape like a stand.

His gaze at the stone is very complicated.

What the hell is the point of doing this?

I couldn't think of anything when I tried to find out the intention.

While thinking about what kind of trick it might be, a sign of popularity appeared in front of Luther.

When I looked up, two children in dirty rags were looking at me.

Are you a guest?

Contrary to Luther's expectations, the children's business was elsewhere.

The boy pointed to the seat where Luther sat.

"Madam, that's our seat."

There was a person on the side.

Luther stared at the two without saying a word.

"Laughing!"

The girl hiding behind the boy suddenly hiccups.

Luther's expressionless eyes seemed scary.

The boy was nervous but couldn't back down.

"I've been doing business on the spot for a long time, so please move."

Luther wondered.

In the background, other merchants in front of the gloomy alleyway set up a signboard, so there seemed to be no room for customers.

In addition, a young child does business.

Luther looked at the giant stone in the boy's hand.

Maybe there's something to sell in there.

The girl was startled when he jumped to his feet.

"Mom!"

I thought to do harm, but we move on to the other side of the corner of an alley collapsed again.

The children looked at Luther with round eyes and opened their seats with confidence that they had made concessions.

The giant stone mound contained light-barred ornaments.

The two children carefully placed accessories on the pedestal, as if they were serving in the Sinju complex.

The girl glanced at Luther sitting on the other side and whispered to the boy.

"Oppa, I guess you're not a bad person."

"Shh! Be careful because you can hear it."

"Yes."

Leaving the two shy children behind, Luther looked at the stone again.

What is the devil's intention?

'I have no idea.’

I wish I could get a clue, but I still don't understand.

In the meantime, the girl's eyes reached Luther over time.

"Is he a traveler or a drunk? Why is he sitting there?"

"Emily, what did I say? You said you shouldn't be interested in weird people, right?

"You don't seem like a weird person.”

"But it's still suspicious. You've been staring at me like a rock. Maybe it's someone who's drugged or drunk. And those people can do strange things, so never be interested."

The girl cringed with a scared face at the boy's bluff.

Time passed again.

The boy took a deep breath and raised his voice.

"There are pretty accessories! Please come and see me!"

The child's cry was buried in the loud shouts of merchants.

The boy became sullen.

I'm trying to sell old accessories, but they don't seem to be working.The girl comforted me.

"It's okay. Soon other people will buy it for you.”

"Yes, it's not just today."

It's getting dark and night.

Merchants folded the stand and prepared to leave.

Neither the children nor Luther could sell the goods.

The sullen children woke up, and the girl's stomach rumbled.

"I'm hungry."

"Just hang in there until tomorrow. If you sell something, I'll buy you something delicious.”

"Yes."

The children turned around as they were about to go back.

Still, Luther was sitting.

The girl asked Luther.

"Isn't he going?"

Being nearby all day has relieved my guard.

Luther didn't answer.

The boy bowed his head.

"Good-bye."

Luther glimpsed at the back of the spinning two.

In the meantime, the loud voices of drunk people came from the back alley, and soon there was a violent sound of quarrel.

Screaming for help broke out and smelled of blood.

After finishing the work, the gang chatted out of the alley.

"You know exactly what happens when you touch the Zacherson family."

"Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk This area is occupied by my family."

"I'm in a good mood, so let's go for another drink."

I found Luther sitting next to the alleyway where the smiling people escaped.

"Huh? What's this guy?"

"Why are you here alone?”

"Hey, what are you?"

Luther did not answer back to the group's quarrel.

He was looking at the stone all along, but he didn't even move how focused he was.

'You have to answer this question—why are you silent!'

The young people burst into a rage.

The quarrel seemed to burst right away, but a chubby man stopped the party.

"Nap it. It looks like an addict, let's just ignore it."

"Addicted?"

"Well, medicine or gambling. You know those guys. Things that are always absent-minded and absent-minded.

"That's the kind of guy he is.”

"Bite! I'll save you because I feel sorry for you."

"Don't be offended and let's just drink."

Those who were spitting on the floor ignored Luther to see if it was annoying to touch.

As time went by again, women appeared on the street this time.

They were prostitutes who painted their faces with white powder and sprayed heavy perfume on cheap dresses.

A pale woman who had just taken off her girlfriend found Luther, hesitated and approached carefully.

After hesitating, she talked to me.

"Well, hey. Go, do you want to hang out?"

Luther didn't even listen to her temptation.

Suddenly, the woman coughed up.

"Cough! Cough!"

The woman's condition did not look good.

She looked close, but when Luther didn't respond, she returned with a sullen look.

The turning back looks dangerous.

But Luther was still looking at the stone, not even looking. 

The next morning.

The day began and people moved. Luther sat down as if he had been there.

In my head, I was busy figuring out the hidden intentions of the devil rather than thinking about the business.

But no matter how much I think about it, I don't know.

In the meantime, the girl I saw yesterday appeared.

The child looked strange.

With blood on the rags, the girl was running crying.

The child approached Luther.

"Madam!Madam!

Luther came to the market for the first time to speak at the urgent plea of a child running in the wind of tears.

"What's going on?"

"Wow! Bad people hit you! "My brother... He's very sick."

Luther raised himself up in conflict.

"Guide your brother where he is."

Luther followed the girl to the outer slums.

There was a boy in a cave in a shantytown that was collapsing.

The boy's body turned blue, and it was already late when he arrived.

The stab wound to the chest was fatal.

The girl was crying without knowing that the boy was dead.

"Woof! Help me!"

Luther shook his head at the girl's entreaty.

"It's too late."

"Yes, yes?"

"It means he's dead."

At his indifferent words, the girl hugged the boy with a pale face and wailed.

"Oppa! Oppa!"

The crying child's tears were bitter. Luther was stunned by the appearance of the evil king, who appeared unexpectedly while trying to turn around.

The devil was the most fierce look I've ever seen.

He struck a note at Luther.

"It's pathetic. I'm really disappointed in you."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?""Why didn't you do anything?"

"What do you want me to do?”

"The hungry children turned away and left the evil gang alone. He also ignored a dying whore. Why the hell didn't you do anything?"

Luther hardened his face by the devil's criticism. It was only then that he realized what he had asked of him.

Luther asked.

"The business didn't matter, was it to help others?"

"TZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. It means that any form is good, so move your mind. The market is a place where all kinds of human figures gather. He tried to move your mind by watching people there, mingling and mixing. But you didn't do anything. Sympathy, anger, altruism. None of it was reflected."

The devil suddenly put his hand on Luther's chest.

"I'm closed-minded. So I can't do anything. Listen to the sound of your heart. Only then can we move forward."

"The sound of your heart? What's the sound of your heart?"

"Sometimes you have to learn to live without pursuing a purpose. Abundance is the truth that comes from the heart and ultimately leads to the end.”

The devil with a tongue ordered.

"Start over from scratch. Because I know I can turn back time."

Luther, who was looking at him with questions, hardened his face.

He asked.

"Did you know that?”

"He's been playing with Georges. Now you'll have a little sense of what I want from you. So I'm looking forward to seeing you differently, and keep that in mind. "We have to sell all the stones."

Luther sighed the devil with complicated eyes.

"Let's do that."

He looked at the girl who was still crying.

"The sound of the heart...….”

He muttered and turned the clock around.

When the devil gave him a stone.

Turning back time, he stood in the middle of the market, holding a stone in broad daylight.

Luther looked around looking at the stone in his palm.

There was no devil.

Luther looked at the stone.

'The business wasn't the point.’

I thought so, but I never thought of the intention.

I still didn't understand the devil's order to move my mind.

Is that so important?’

So far, he has only lived well, but the devil points out that's the problem.

Luther took a step, thinking that the task given by the devil was not easy.

The children approached Luther when they were seated at the entrance of the alleyway.

"The sound of the heart...….’

Mumbling once again, he changed his attitude toward the coming children.

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