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Episode 7

We shall escort you.

Let me go...

Let go!

Help me.

Please.

These are clan matters.

Do not risk your fettle in vain.

What is it?

Getting an itch down your pants
because they're taking your wench away?

That's quite the tiger we have there.

Baekho...

Are you all right?

Are you all right?

Milady!

Milady!

What's with your walking?

If there's one thing in the world
you can never trust,

that's women.

Let's go.

Daegil trailed them alone,
so he might be facing trouble.

Wait...

Daegil!

Free the way!

Get out of the way.

Have you seen how many there were?

In the frenzy of the moment, we could not.

One man tagging along.

One hunter trailing her.

And one more.

Also, the last one.

They were four in total.

Couldn't they all be
people sent by Lord Choi?

Their fighting styles were all too
different for that to be the case.

Particularly that woman.

What woman are you referring to?

The one up on that roof?

She wore peculiar garments...

She's not from Joseon.

After the Ming's downfall,

there was word that errant masters
infiltrated Joseon.

She's likely an assassin from
the old Imperial Office of Eunuchs.

How could someone with ties to the Ming
involve herself with people like Lord Choi?

His clan purchased yangban status
after trade flourished.

If they established connections during
his days as merchant, it's possible.

Will you be able to move?

I must.

Any word from the others?

Nothing so far.

- Leave a signal behind.
- But...

Where will we go, now?

They headed south.

We shall trail them that way.

Eonni!

Ahh... Really!
They all croaked?!

I ought to...

Shouldn't we get out of here?

If we get embroiled in a murder case,
there will be no place to hide.

You go wherever
the wind leads you, anyhow...

Now that the dances have started,

we'll have to make it worth it.

Let's just go, Eonni.

The stakes on the table are
too high for people like us.

Higher the stakes, bigger the risk.

Seemed like over a thousand nyang
are waiting for us on that table...

Go in and take care of the bodies.

Yes. Certainly, Naeuri...

What are you waiting for?

Some more money to encourage us, maybe?

Did I not pay the entire sum in advance?

That was merely what brought you here.

But if you're asking us
to deal with murders,

then I'm afraid we might need
to up the ante a little.

Do you have a death wish?

It's just that the laws
of the street dictate that...

you don't work on an empty stomach, so...

Forget the laws of the street.

If you defy me once more,
this time it will be your neck to pay.

I will bear it in mind, Naeuri.

Take care of the bodies at once.

Move.

We will, Naeuri.

But...

When will you pay us the rest?

Eonni.

You sure have guts.

I thought I'd die in there, but you
were placid as if nothing happened.

You fool.
The palace has its rules.

And the streets have laws of their own.

Let anyone with an official robe
or a blade frighten you,

and they'll run you dry.

It's our Eonni we're
talking about, after all.

We even made a hundred nyang
more thanks to that.

But how could you be sure
he wouldn't just slay you?

If he did so, who would
take care of all the dirty work?

That's more hits in a while
than I ever wanted to...

But if you croaked, couldn't we have
dealt with it ourselves, more or less?

Isn't that right?

Why, if a loach prances about
in the sky, it becomes a dragon?

Of all times, you pester me
with silly jests now?

Set him on fire.
Fire...

You two, reach Apgujeong
by midday in the morrow.

If you are only an instant late,

your lifeless mugs will
be staring at your feet.

The rest, follow me.

- Understood.
- Yes.

Insolent little scamp.

Look how he talks to you...

Eonni.
Are we really going?

This doesn't smell right.

Is the charming scent of shit
what attracts the flies?

Let us just tag along.

You truly risked your fettle this time.

It was like staring at a buck-naked
slattern while a dog feasted on your jewels.

Eonni. Before it's too late,
let's go after them.

I'm sure it was her.

Who are you talking about?

Eonnyeon...

What cow manure
are you spewing this time?

It was Eonnyeon for sure.

Wake up!

Why would Eonnyeon
run away with Song Taeha?

Got pierced by a dagger.

Who, Song Taeha?

Eonnyeon.

Aigoo, he's gone batty...

Gone for good.

That dagger...

I threw it.

Calm down, and since
we all suffered injuries,

let us forget this and return.

Wait a moment.

Forget what and return where?
You'd drop a 500-nyang hit just like that?

He was trained at the
Military Training Command.

There is a good chance
courtiers might be involved already.

Again! Again with that!

Why would you always be
so fearful of those courtiers?

We wear the crown in this trade,
what's wrong with you?

Enough with your banter.

Enough with what?

If it really daunts you that much,
let us deal with it.

I told you to stop with your banter!

No... Why don't we just split
the money and go our separate ways?

You really...

Is that all the loyalty you can show?

What is loyalty?

Is that not something you can buy
with a few pennies, these days?

Are you sure it was her?

She was riding away on that horse...

While she was falling down, I saw her...

You must have seen
only the side of her face.

Was it about a year past?

- Get going.
- Yes.

- Stop!
- What are you doing?

You were sure it was her
back then as well,

and opened a married lady's carriage,

after which we faced staunch reproof.

I still can feel the bruises from
all those lashes at the Capital Bureau.

No, I'm sure I saw her.
This time it's for real.

You said the same thing last year.

And the year before that.

Three years past, you said the same.

Our eyes are cunning enough
to let us see whatever we wish for.

Think about it.

Whether that woman was truly Eonnyeon.

Or if you only wished it to be her.

She would have no reason
to be tagging along with him.

Why would a runaway wench end up
with a former Training Command officer?

I suppose what you say is right.

Let's get going.

You made a wise decision.

- Let us return to Hanyang...
- No.

We'll have to catch Song Taeha.

Once we get our hands on him,
we will find out.

Whether it is Eonnyeon or not.

Must we really do so?

We completely lost them.

We can beat them
to their destination, then.

Ahh... Can't even talk now...

Come get some.

Who?

Me?

Let's see who gets to be the elder here.

Uh? On the streets, the pack
follows the strongest, isn't that...

Of all the spots you could hit...

What are you doing?

Let's pack things and go.

Something seems missing...

How much longer am I supposed to wait?

How could you leave her alone,
you useless prat?

Weren't you the first telling her
to keep an eye on the horses?

You still should have brought her along!

- With all that disorder...
- Let's just leave her behind.

She can't cook and won't even strip a
single string, what's the point anyway?

Told you to use that
brain sometimes, didn't I?

Where do you think all
our supplies and money are?

On the horses,
you irritating little twat!

Let's go catch her.

I just ought to...

Didn't they slay Im Youngho?

Once the authorities learn of the murder,
they'll be on alert all over.

Let's wait until the eventide
before we leave.

The former Left State
Councilor was murdered,

so constables will be all over the place.

We have amulets* and Bureau passes,

*mapae: horse amulets for
secret royal emissaries

so we can just get through
inspections with those.

Listen to your elders for once, will you?

Once you get embroiled in all this,
there will be no escape.

You...Young Master...

Can you hear me?

Youn...

You want me to gather water ox horns?

Gather all the petty merchants
and smugglers you can find,

and corner the market as much as you can.

Your Excellency.

I am much too unversed to envision
what kind of stratagem you're planning.

May I ask why you're requesting all that?

Aren't water ox horns an
essential attribute of horn bows*?

*gakgung: more flexible and lighter;
made with water ox or sheep horns

And you know that the Qing
only import horn bows from Joseon.

When their delegation
arrives in a matter of days,

they will announce their decision
not to trade water ox horns anymore.

They probably will, as they wouldn't want
to see our military strengthen itself.

However, once His Highness*
ascends to the throne,

*Injo's 2nd son, to be King Hyojong;
staunch opponent of the Qing

he will clamor for a northern
campaign against the Qing.

And what will be our
most pressing need, then?

None other than water ox horns.

They will bring the world
to anyone who possesses them.

But, Your Excellency.

This might also cause an upheaval...

Look.

Would I be the only one to benefit?

It will both benefit them and us all.

I must amass all the power I can
before I entrust this country to you,

if this old cur is to spend
his final days in tranquility.

I am not worthy, Your Excellency.

You will have to fill my void,
in due time.

As you well know, I have no sons.

I will.

From the morrow, I will contact
every merchant I know for those horns.

It must begin today.

A day squandered in state affairs
means a thousand years lost in oblivion.

How blistering is the summertide's resolve.

Brisk vittles is all I'd ask for,
to quench this oppressing swelter.

How scornful of me,
neglecting my esteemed guest.

I shall immediately
soothe your appetence.

Speak no more.

Lest I be blistered
for being a fastidious varmint,

I shall rather endure the blistering sun.

Our paths are laden with
years of inseparable consonance,

why so wistfully
abandon yourself in formalities?

Anyone out there?

Bring something refreshing for our guest.

Yes, Yes... Naeuri.

I will bring it immediately.

Ehh... Really...

If the heat bothers you so much,
don't stuff yourselves with warm food.

Or if you really have to eat it,
then don't start bitching with me.

"Soaring up high in the sky
is the gleaming moon,"

*Song dynasty poet Shao Yong's
"Song of a Clear Night"

"As the breeze gently caresses the water."

"So unwonted is the sight
of men fathoming this glory,"

"A clear and limpid light
in an ocean of darkness."

Only a sip, and you recite
one of Shao Yong's classics!

You make scholars proud!

Meager as it may be,
here is a token of our allegiance.

Once you don official robes, use it
for the betterment of our state affairs.

Ohh Ohh... Is talebearing that swift?

Were you not going to accept
the Left State Councilor's overtures?

- A compeer's comity is all he asked for.
- Let us not be vainglorious.

It is clear that he would not stop
at exchanging amicable amenities.

At this age, an official robe
is a most intriguing proposition,

but we shall see whose hands
providence will grace.

To our humble eyes,
providence has already chosen!

Should you make it to minister,

may you allow us to serve you,
Your Excellency.

Listen to you... Minister?!

Should I truly don a minister's vest,

we shall gorge our every night
away in jubilation.

We can have a feast today.

Help yourselves.

Go ahead and eat.

Before dawn breaks, we need to finish.

Skip a single weed,
and you'll taste the cudgel.

Too busy stuffing yourselves to answer?

- Yes.
- Yes!

And why are you still keeping quiet?

Did you eat your tongue?

I got it.

Eopbok, you know that you must
work twice as hard, don't you?

Ahh... Give it a rest, will you?

You don't even bother
mongrels when they eat.

And who should you be
thankful to for that food?

Think you'd find it easy to
stuff yourself like that out there?

It is all thanks to
Milord's benevolence, you fool.

Yes... Sure is.

That motherless son of a two-nickel
tramp, look at how he answers...

Lowly peons should know their place.

Why ignore a perfectly fine
moniker like servant, you ignorant...

- That... That...
- That little son of a...

What did that fool start, reading?

Is he coming, or what?

They'll escort him here.
They said he'd come, so just wait.

But have you ever seen that gentleman?

Gentleman who? That fellow?

He's no gentleman, just a fellow minion.

Ehh... You're all so ignorant.
Minion? What's with that?

You ignore a perfectly
fine moniker like commoner...

So, what now,
have you learned how to read?

You start talking so airy and stuff...

Airy, that?

- The hell?!
- Oh my!

Ehh... It almost scared me to death.

I'll be damned...

I'm sure the white stuff must be paper...

And all this black is
what's written on it, I suppose?!

Be my guest.

What is it?

You spent all this time
preaching linguistics,

and you couldn't even
learn the vulgar script*?

*eonmun: original form of current hangeul,
as opposed to hanja (Chinese characters)

If I did, then what,
would it help me catch tigers?

All I needed was to be
good with the matchlock.

Where is Gaenom Ajeosshi
when you need him?

Ahh... Maybe that will work.
Wait a moment.

Chobok.

Chobok, are you there?

Why?

They still haven't come?

Do you know how to read?

I can read the vulgar script a little.

That's it!

Good, take a look at this.

"The circumstances
prohibit me from coming,"

"so forgive me for not
being able to see you."

Wow... Chobok is really something, uh?

She even knows the vulgar script.

It says here to kill this yangban
called Park Byeong?!

*Jinsashi, one of two national civil
examinations (focused on poems)

He passed the prose examination*...

If he passed the examination,
he must be quite the influential specimen?!

What does influence matter anyhow?

Weren't you going
to infiltrate the palace?

Listen to that...
Has your tongue gone batty?!

What are you prattling about?

Why? Did I say anything strange?

Should I go on reading?

Ohh... Go ahead.

*as in scholar who passed the jinsashi

"Park Jinsa*, despite releasing
his slaves, kept the registers."

"When any of those slaves
managed to amass any riches,"

"he would send slave hunters
on their trail,"

"confiscate their goods
by using his slave registers,"

"and force them back into slavery."

"Contending that any and all wealth
on their name belonged to their keeper,"

*equivalent of the nyang until 1894

"the assets he confiscated
are worth thousands of jeon*."

That motherless swine...

*7~9pm
**9~11pm

"Tonight between the hours
of the dog* and swine**,"

"he will head towards Soseomun,"

"and he will be carrying a
1000-nyang draft on him,"

"so use the money for our endeavors."

Th... Th... Th... Th...

- A thousand nyang?!
- That... Aigoo.

With a thousand nyang,
we could buy a dozen matchlocks.

But it says he always
travels with two guards.

Why would one carrying a rifle
fear a couple of blades?

What are you going to do?

We'll have to see some action tonight.

Those who sleep catch no fish.

Aigoo...
So D... D... D... D...

Do you need more people,
or something?

Should I alert the others?

No.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Forget it.
I'll do it myself.

- Eonnyeon!
- Young Master!

Look at what we have to endure...

But would Seolhwa just sit
placidly waiting for us?

She's not the type
to do nothing about it?!

And where could she possibly go?

She wouldn't last
a day out there without us.

And what would you
know about women anyway?

A leopard can lose its
fangs but not its spots.

We told her to wait,
so she'll be waiting.

Want to bet?

By now, she should be prancing about
without a worry in the world.

A wench's existence
can sure be ill-starred.

Always abandoned...

Seeing what remarkable specimen
I heretofore have neglected,

I ask you to forgive
my inexcusable disdain.

Don't say that, Your Excellency.

Your summoning alone is a sign
of your peerless forbearance.

You maundered in disheartenment
for over a decade,

so your resentment for the royal family...

Do not even mention
such mortifying utterances.

I am the only one to blame
for my inadequacy,

why would I ever resent anyone for that?

You're blessed by forbearance yourself.

The reason I summoned you here today...

is none other than...

The reason I summoned you today...

Have a drink.

I hear your august father
was engaging in trade?

I wouldn't call it trade.

Always concerned about
my failure to gain office,

he used our clan assets
to purchase selected items,

but those are dealings
of many moons past.

Is that so?

And what items are we dealing with?

Qing needles and water ox horns.

He was adamant that
prices would skyrocket,

but they are still
gathering dust in our cellars.

From what I hear, those horns alone
are worth thirty-forty thousand nyang?

According to my father,

they are worth over
fifty thousand nyang by now.

I see...

Before it's too late,
you should gain a post in the court.

For a remarkable specimen
such as yourself,

*champan: vice-minister
**panseo: minister (of one of the six boards)

would becoming minister*
in a decade be that arduous?

I am in awe at your benevolence,
Your Excellency.

I shall do the utmost to support you,

so will you do your best
to become an esteemed courtier?

I shall pledge my every earnest effort
for the sake of our nation!

And what is this?

It is a deed regarding the concession
of your clan's water ox horns.

Your seal.

My apologies, Your Excellency.

That is something
I must first discuss with...

We are not asking you
to just hand it to us.

Here.

A draft worth a thousand nyang.

A fifty-thousand nyang item
for a thousand...

It is not something
I can decide upon, so...

It is something your country
will purchase from you,

so do not consider it such a loss.

I shall confer with my father,

and promptly return with his...

As deep and unyielding
as your filial piety is,

I trust your fealty would be the same?!

You will become a remarkable courtier.

I will leave him to you.

Yes, Your Excellency.

What is so important about
fifty thousand nyang's worth of horns,

when becoming a minister is at stake?

How dare you wobble that
spurious tongue in my face?

Did I not say I will
confer with my father first?

Will your father
pave the way to the court?

Providence is as blind as it is fair
in according opportunities.

Blind as foolish people who fail to see
an opportunity when it graces them.

Bedecked in official robes,
not only fifty thousand,

would even five hundred thousand
nyang be such an unfeasible yield?

Hand me the brush!

Considering the situation,

getting even only a chicken during
harvest season is out of the question.

Damn it... Without a piece
of meat in our bellies,

how are we going to
endure the scorching summer?

We'll have to do with
some wandering mongrel,

or, worst comes to worst,
even by catching snakes.

So why would you
run away and spoil it all?

When one slave runs away,
all the rest pay the consequences.

You must all be aware by now,

but if you leave here, what would
you find other than distress?

Whatever the Master pesters you with,

just consider yourselves blessed for
warm lodgings and three meals per day.

Where are you going at this hour?

To take a leak.

Not to run away, I hope?

Run away?!

Who, me?

With this on my face, how could I?

Just to take a leak.

Ajumeoni.

Can I go to the latrine?

What did you drink all day?

Will be back in a moment.

That wench's behind is
always in tumult, isn't it?

Mother... I need to sleep...

Stop prattling and go on.

You just wait.

Once I don official robes,
forget fifty or a hundred thousand,

I'll make five million nyang.

I shall pay back
today's affront tenfold!

You knave, think you will be
Councilor for an eternity?

How did he look?

A promising courtier, one who
will exploit those under him...

and fawn his way into his peers' graces.

You wayward slattern...

Is that what you call
a promising courtier?

Would he not be much easier to
tame than one of unyielding principles?

If you had been born a man,

this country would have
knelt before your guile.

Ever heard of beauty
that can destroy a nation?

When it comes to
causing a country's downfall,

women are much more apt
than men will ever be.

Is that kind of beauty
such a commonplace sight?

Depends on whom looks at her,
and what his standards are,

don't you think?

We have a new arrival,
care to see her?

It's an ambush!

~ One Thousand Nyang ~

Did you set up camp in the latrine?

What's with all the sweat?

When I shit,
I always seem to get fever.

Was it bigger than your hole?

Need to eat properly, if you want
a smooth sailing in the latrine.

All we get are weeds, so every time
it feels like I'm shitting entrails.

Listen to those mongrels,
yapping all night.

Should just make a
nice soup out of them...

Did you hide a swain in the latrine?

Look at all that sweat...

You didn't go shake that behind
in someone's face, did you?

What are you saying?
It hurts like hell...

What is it,
that time of the month?

Ahh... I've had enough of it.

Does it hurt bad?

Feels as if my back is about to snap.

You shake that behind all day,
it's natural you'd feel hurt.

Did you wear cloth for the menses?

What do you think?
As if there was any cloth left.

Aigoo...

Eonni.

Quiet?

As quiet as it gets.

Let's get going.

Aigoo... Take a look.

No horses, and only the shit
they left behind.

Ahh... What did I tell you?
She wasn't going to sit still.

Like you'd have a clue...

She won't have gone out
of the capital, would she?

No need to even ask. Is there
only one gate leading out of here?

Instead of squandering time
looking for her,

why don't we just forget it and
make up some money on the side?

Do I look like someone who would
let that little moppet screw me?

I'm Daegil.

General Choi, you go right,
and Wangson will take the left.

If you find her,
bring her to our place,

and come back before
the curfew in any case.

Got it?

Ehh... Let's just go.

Wait until I catch
that silly little wench...

Are you feeling any better?

Did you...

I know it betrays
the division of the sexes*,

*NamNyeoYuByeol: one of the
core tenets of Confucianism

but the severity of your wounds
left me no other choice.

Forgive me.

I thought you had left
without your sword.

Men of arms never
leave their swords behind.

If they do so before departing,

it is only to tell someone
they will return.

Are you always so blunt?

I suspected you weren't a
susceptible man from the start,

but your tone is always so curt...

It leaves no space for me
to convey any word.

Is that so?

You didn't know?

I have spent my entire adult life
on the battlefield.

It was a world made only
of orders taken and given.

We can no longer
squander any more time.

If you can walk, I will help you
to the foot of the cliff.

Yes.

What are you staring at?

Never seen a wench drink before?

Ohh Ohh... I can already feel
our guiding morals being trampled on!

A wench reproaching me?

So what?

Is it that repulsive?

Hearing your ribald raillery,

meseems we are not
in a damsel's presence?!

How did you guess?

That I'm not the kind who would
leave for her marriage in a carriage...

Aigoo...
Apprehension is drawn on your visage!

And your life seems
laden with vicissitudes,

so let us partake in
some soothing parley.

Sure you don't want to
partake in something else?

Ehh Ehh! Partake in parley
and you will partake in endearment,

and eventually partaking in each
other's embrace is Buddha's way!

Is that not the case?

Here... Here...

Let me pour you a drink.

I wonder why all men are so much alike.

All they do at the
first sight of a wench...

is trying to get her drunk and laid.

Let me pour you a drink instead.

Will you pour me one as well?

You men...

Ehh... Here's money!

Waste it all on drinks!

*Taepyeongga (Song of Peace) by Jung Sain

"Why abandon yourself
in an instant's rage?"

"Why fall for an
impetuous spark of fire?"

"Life is but a fleeting
journey of illusion,"

"So let us not drench it in tears..."

- "of regret"
- Of regret!

"Ninano!
Nilliriya Nilliriya Ninano!"

"Oh! Feels good."

"Oh! Feels so good."

"Butterflies flitter their wings
in search of their beloved flowers."

"Will a good liar live in happiness?"

"Will utmost sincerity
give you abundance?"

"His deceiving ways
brought me tears only this once,"

"But I shall never
let him fool me again."

It is time you stop.

If you tell my brother,
he will understand.

He is afflicted by
great disquietude himself.

We all lived like family.

Must you really do this?

Let us return.

If I had any intention to,

I would have never left to begin with.

Escort her.

Your confidence surpasses every limit.

She thinks of you as family,
so how could I use a real blade?

- Naeuri...
- You needn't worry.

Think of it as two men jesting,
and enjoy the sight.

Let us begin.

The charging fowl* is as effective
as it is easy to anticipate.

*one of the basic stances of Joseon's
native martial arts, with one foot forward

When you charge
from a defensive stance,

always bear in mind that
your right side will be exposed.

The hidden tiger* will only
limit your viewing field.

*suggesting a hidden tiger
in ambush charging from the forest

I shall accept demise,
but not your ridicule.

Do not see it as ridicule,

but merely as notions
I imparted upon you.

Swordsmanship has a life
outside simple lectures.

Are you planning
to continue trailing us?

I was ordered to, so I cannot stop.

It can't be helped, then.
Go on as instructed.

But will you honor our duel,
and stop trailing us until the morrow?

I'd like to face no quandaries,
if only for tonight.

I shall do so.

Our duel itself was karma,
shall we exchange our names?

*current Gaeseong, North Korea

I am Baekho from Songdo*.

And I am...

Song Taeha from Hanyang.

By Song Taeha,

you mean the former Commissioner
of the Training Command...

Forgive our impudence.

Were you formally trained?

Yes.

We went through training
for four-five years.

It would more than suffice
to pass the military examination,

why be content
as a meager private guard?

You will forgive me,

but I still see no reason why
I should serve our current ruler.

The nobler a man of arms' intents are,

the more easily he will be
exploited by treacherous courtiers.

And that all goes back to
our ruler's lack of virtue.

If you renege any association
with the court because of corruption,

there is no light that will ever
kindle the darkness you avoid.

Only when you stare at darkness
in the face you will see how deep it is,

and find your own light
illuminating the righteous path.

Should the opportunity arise,
let us duel for real next time.

I shall make sure it does.

Milady.

What should I tell
the Master about today?

I...

engaged in conjugal ties
with this man.

Go on and enjoy your life.

Why should I care about
who abandoned me, anyhow?

It's all right.

Go ahead and leave!

When it comes to bedtime matters,
first come first served!

What are you, jumping the line?

Ohh... Orabeoni!

You prick!

You little scamp, I ought to...

Oh! Feels good!

Feels good...

You prick.

Why did you abandon me?

Why did you?
Who the hell do you think you are?

Nilliriya!

We met by accident and
fell for each other in the past,

but because of the distress
of not being able to meet him,

I ended up running away.

I will go back in due time,
so tell him to stop trailing us.

Did you truly marry him?

Yes.

We had a meager ceremony*
at a mountain hermitage.

*jaksuseongrye: how peasants would
often marry, before a bowl of water

That is...

what happened.

Let us go.

Orabeoni...

Orabeoni.

Don't think of me as a slattern.

Did you abandon me because of that?

Do you even realize how
being abandoned feels like?

They all abandoned me...

They will no longer trail us.

I no longer want to owe you...

~ On The Next Episode Of ~
SLAVE ~@~ HUNTERS

We'll have to sell her
and make some money.

So now you even want to sell me?

- What a pleasant meeting!
- Spare me...

Help me... Help me...

- So you slew him.
- Where is Song Taeha?

We'll head to Jeju,
and find the Royal Successor.

- Where would he be headed?
- Jeju, of course.

Suspicious men were after her.

Led by a slave hunter
named Lee Daegil.

You must slay him!

KocHi
At all costs.