Little Demon Reversion to Youth

Chapter 32

Baekji took Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam to the prefecture and then found the largest clothing store on the main street.

Ajok asked, "Why are we here?"

Thwack!

This time too, the nearby Senior Oh was hit.

"I really hate it when someone asks me questions."

It was Ajok who had asked, but it was Senior Oh who was hit.

'He hates being asked back. He hates being asked. He's so self-centered. Is he crazy? And why does he hit me?'

Although Senior Oh felt it was unfair, he couldn't do anything about being hit. He stealthily moved away from Baekji.

He had learned that Baekji would hit anyone within reach, so he had put some distance between them.

A clerk, seeing Baekji enter, asked with an indifferent expression, "Welcome."

"What's with that expression?"

The clerk looked Baekji, Ajok, and the others up and down. Judging by their clothes, they didn't seem to have any money.

Baekji looked around the store and said, "Is this all?"

"What?"

When the young brat spoke informally, the clerk retorted bluntly. Senior Oh was startled, covered the clerk's mouth, and dragged him back, shouting, "My master has come to buy clothes. Isn't that great? Aren't you happy to be selling clothes?"

"Hey, spit, spit. What are these guys? Hey, guys!"

When his mouth was covered with a dirty hand, the clerk was horrified and called for his colleagues. Senior Oh wrapped his arm around the clerk's neck to keep him from speaking, and Ajok and Jang Sam blocked the other clerks.

Senior Oh shouted towards Baekji, "Master, he must be so happy to have a customer that he can't speak. Let's give him a moment to come to his senses."

When the clerk tried to push away Senior Oh's hand but couldn't move, he realized something.

'They're martial artists. They look like servants.'

The other clerks also noticed the situation and just watched from a distance.

"You guys come here too!"

When the rough-looking Jang Sam frowned, the clerks reluctantly followed.

Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam took the clerks to a corner and threatened them.

"You should consider yourselves lucky. More than one or two brats have died for getting on our master's nerves."

'What are these bastards? What are they up to?'

Although the clerks were cautious because the brats in front of them had learned martial arts, they couldn't believe it when they called the young brat 'master'.

"What's going on..."

"Don't ask! Don't ask back! Just do as you're told. Otherwise, you'll get hit."

The clerks closed their mouths. They were anxious that a gang from the dark path was up to something.

But they were powerless.

"If I get hit because of you, you'll all die!"

Senior Oh frowned. When the roughest-looking Jang Sam threatened them and Senior Oh glared, the clerks reluctantly nodded.

Ajok brought a clerk to Baekji.

Baekji, who was looking around the store's clothes, frowned and said, "Don't you have any decent clothes other than this trash?"

"We do. We have clothes that would suit you perfectly."

The clerk led them to an inner section of the store. It was a section with slightly more expensive clothes.

This too did not catch Baekji's eye.

"This is trash too."

Although they were quite decent clothes, they did not catch Baekji's eye. Ajok shook a money pouch in front of the clerk's eyes and said, "Hey, show us the best clothes. We'll pay whatever it costs."

The clerk, seeing the money pouch, bowed his waist. He said with a sly smile, "You should have said so earlier... I will escort you to the private room. But to go to the private room, I need the owner's permission. Please wait a moment."

The clerk went inside and then came out with the pot-bellied owner.

The owner, who had come out at the news of a wealthy customer, looked at Baekji and then back at the clerk.

'This brat is the wealthy customer?'

'He's different from how he looks. That money pouch has at least a few hundred taels.'

The owner's gaze, following the clerk's, was fixed on the money pouch in Ajok's hand.

'It wouldn't be silver, so if it's iron coins, it would be four or five hundred taels.'

Four or five hundred taels of iron coins was not a small amount of money.

The owner said politely, "I apologize for coming out late when such esteemed guests have arrived."

"You said there was a private room? Please show us clothes that would suit my master."

Ajok said, shaking the money pouch.

The owner snorted inwardly.

'Hmph! Do these brats not know the ways of the world? To ask to see the clothes in the private room with four or five hundred taels?'

The private room was a place where custom-made clothes were made for high-ranking officials and the wealthy. There were sample clothes, and each one was a high-priced item that cost several hundred taels of iron coins.

The owner tried to lead Baekji back to the inner section of the store.

"We've already seen this place, and he said there were no clothes he liked. Please show us the private room."

Ajok said.

"The private room is not a store but a place where clothes are made."

As the owner shook his head, Baekji said one word.

"Go there."

"What?"

Seeing Baekji's hand rise at the owner's question, the horrified Ajok and the others quickly rushed in, covered the owner's mouth, and dragged him to a corner.

"Ugh, what are you doing..."

"Shut up. Shut your mouth and follow us."

The owner was dragged away by Ajok and the others, given a stern warning, and then returned.

Ajok sighed.

'It's hard to save a person's life.'

The owner, realizing that the servant-like brats were martial artists, glared at the clerk who had called him.

The clerk pretended not to know anything and looked away.

'That bastard.'

The owner reluctantly led Baekji to the private room. The private room, intended for the wealthy, was very luxurious.

Clothes made of silk and expensive-looking long robes were hanging.

Baekji was satisfied.

"It's barely usable."

Baekji wore black clothes from top to bottom and a black long robe. He was happy, dressed all in black.

'What? He likes a crow-like outfit?'

Senior Oh muttered to himself.

"That is a specially made sample garment. The price..."

Although the owner looked mournful, Baekji didn't even look at him and said to Ajok, "You guys pick some out too. Are you going to follow me in those clothes?"

"Thank you, Master."

When Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam had all picked out clothes and were properly dressed, the shadow on the owner's face deepened.

The price of the clothes the four of them were wearing was enormous.

Moreover, the clothes Senior Oh was wearing were custom-made by the prefect's son.

"Those are clothes custom-made by a customer. He will be coming to pick them up soon."

"You can just make them again."

Senior Oh, who was wearing luxurious clothes for the first time in his life, had no intention of taking them off.

The owner regretted it.

'I shouldn't have brought them to the private room. That one set costs over five hundred taels. Can I get the money? Surely they won't just take it and run with the government office right around the corner. No. Ruffians don't care about such things. Of all times, why is the White Mountain Sect shaking now?'

The White Mountain Sect, which was in charge of the security of the shopping district, including the clothing store, was nowhere to be seen these days for some reason.

Because of that, gangs from the dark path were starting to rear their heads one by one, but since they were still conscious of the White Mountain Sect, they had not yet caused any major trouble.

'I haven't seen these brats before. Are they a gang from the dark path from out of town?'

As his worries deepened, a silver ingot flashed before his eyes.

Ajok held out a silver ingot and said, "This should be enough, right?"

"Oh!"

His eyes widened. Surprisingly, it was the price of the clothes he had been thinking of.

Although it was the lowest price, since he was able to get the money, he had no time to argue about this and that.

He quickly took the silver ingot and bowed.

"I will give you a matching hat for free."

"I don't need it."

"What?"

When the owner asked back, Baekji glared at him.

The startled Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam rushed over like lightning, covered the owner's mouth, and barked, "He said he doesn't need it! I told you earlier. Can't you understand? I told you not to make him say it twice."

"What?"

Thwack!

Senior Oh struck the owner's head.

"You have to be hit to have it engraved in your bones, right? Is that it?"

Baekji said as he left the store, "Where is the shoe store?"

* * *

'Where are we going?'

Although Ajok and the others were curious, they did not ask.

They now knew that asking Baekji anything was asking for a beating.

As the four well-dressed people walked, they drew people's attention.

"Ahem!"

Although Senior Oh walked arrogantly, clearing his throat repeatedly, Ajok and Jang Sam were burdened by people's gazes.

Baekji was very natural.

Finally, Baekji stopped in front of a large brothel.

'Hongmeng Brothel?'

'A brothel?'

The eyes of Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam sparkled.

'Was he originally a playboy?'

'Kehehe. A brothel, a brothel. A brothel with courtesans.'

'Wine, he's going to drink wine! With a courtesan, no less.'

Each thinking their own thoughts, their mouths fell open.

Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam, who had been servants of the Yang Merchant Guild, had never been to a brothel before.

When Baekji entered the brothel, courtesans flocked to him.

"Oh my? From which noble family do these young masters come, to be so handsome?"

Seeing Baekji's group's attire, the courtesans' faces lit up, thinking they could make a good sum of money.

"Guide us to the largest and best room here."

"Of course, we must. Please come this way."

The courtesans led Baekji's group to the fourth floor.

"This is the VIP room of the Hongmeng Brothel."

Baekji frowned.

"This place has up to the fifth floor, doesn't it?"

"The fifth floor can only be used with the permission of the brothel owner."

"Shut up."

Baekji went up to the fifth floor without hesitation.

The courtesans were at a loss.

The fifth floor was a special place for high-ranking officials and the wealthy.

One of the courtesans ran to inform the brothel owner.

The fifth floor had only one room, and it was very luxurious. Moreover, the view from the windows on all sides was good.

"Good. This is how it should be."

Baekji sat on the head seat.

As if waiting, food and wine came out in a line, and courtesans sat next to them.

Since it was the best VIP room in the Hongmeng Brothel, each person had their own table set.

"Young Master, I will pour you a drink."

"This wine is the best Doyangju in Sichuan."

"Oh my, you look so reliable."

The courtesans poured wine for Ajok, Senior Oh, and Jang Sam and acted coquettishly.

They hadn't expected it, but when the courtesans really sat down and poured them wine, Ajok and the others were not in their right minds.

Senior Oh's mouth was stretched from ear to ear as if he would die of happiness. He stroked the courtesan's hand and admired it.

"Miss, how can your hands be so fine? I never thought the day would come when I would use the phrase 'slender, jade-like hands'."

"Oh my, Young Master. I don't know where to put myself with such excessive praise."

Ajok and Jang Sam also drank wine and ate food with pleased faces.

"Kehehe!"

"Kaa, it's delicious. This is good."

The courtesan sitting next to Baekji silently poured wine.

She had nothing to say.

'He's a child. Is it okay for him to come to a place like this and drink wine?'

Since Baekji still had a childish appearance, it was understandable that the courtesan would think so.

Baekji took a sip of wine and then nodded.

"This is pretty good wine."

"You are still young... Young Master, you know your wine well."

"Shut your mouth and just pour the wine."

'This bastard?'

At Baekji's informal speech, the courtesan's mouth protruded a full foot.

A moment later.

A middle-aged woman with a dignified appearance entered with graceful steps.

"Young heroes have come, and my greetings are late. I am Menghua of the Hongmeng Brothel."

"Are you the owner?"

When Baekji asked bluntly, the corner of Menghua's eye rose slightly.

Although it was a brothel, it was rare for her to be treated so condescendingly while acting as the owner.

Moreover, no matter how she looked at him, the young brat who was only about fifteen years old was treating her condescendingly, so even the good-natured Menghua found it grating on her ears.

'Endure it, endure it. He's a brat who can't distinguish heaven and earth.'

Menghua suppressed her anger and said with a smiling face, "Yes, that is correct. From which great family does the Young Master come?"

"Don't talk nonsense. There's a brat here who uses the nine-tailed fox technique, right? Bring her."

After coming to his senses, Baekji had found two clues to regain his identity.

One was True Man Changshan. Strangely, when he thought of True Man Changshan, he felt a sense of unease.

There must be some story.

Because of the uneasy feeling, he did not want to go and see True Man Changshan.

The other was the courtesan from the Hongmeng Brothel who had been there when he was interrogating Hu Yeonjo.

Although he had met her when he was Baekji, the memory of her familiar technique remained.

'If I beat that bitch up, some clue will come out.'

With that thought, he had come to the Hongmeng Brothel.

"Nine-tailed fox technique?"

Menghua was bewildered and looked around at the courtesans.

At the look that said, 'Do you know anything?', the courtesan next to Senior Oh stood up, turned around, and shook her bottom.

"Are you talking about this kind of dance?"

"Ah, so this is the legendary fox dance!"

As Senior Oh's mouth fell open in delight and he was about to touch her bottom, a piece of apple flew and got stuck in his mouth.

"If you talk one more time, I'll throw you out the window."

(End of Chapter)