梦境 7

"I don't think that's what the person who followed me to help said. The Royal Night.”

"Uh-huh. You're supposed to call me an adult. I'm not here. "If I call you that, you'll all be nervous because of the stupid king who's going to go all the way to this place."

The word Wangya made a buzz around me once. And Ryu Hee-gyeom was also embarrassed.

Unlike Hwajin-guk, which is full of princes, the royal family of Daeyeon-guk had precious descendants, and at this point, there were only a few imperial people who would be called Wangya. Looking back on the past lives, it was hard for Ryu Hee-gyeom to guess why Baek Jin-ho was always alone, but he was accompanied by a precious person called Wangya.

Above all, the voice and speech of a man called Wangya were so familiar. No way. Ryu Hee-gyeom recalled the last voice he heard in his last life. I wanted to make sure he was right, but I couldn't raise my head yet.

"Why are they shackled?"

This time, as in his previous life, Baek Jin-ho was interested in the group standing with Ryu Hee-gyeom. Then Sang-joo quickly explained.

"Oh, slaves from across the Qing River."

"So you tied it up.”

Ryu Hee-gyeom and his surrounding slaves' ankles were tied with steel shackles. It was a way to prevent resistance.

The early morning fog hasn't lifted yet. The limousine bus to Incheon Airport arrived at the stop about five minutes later than the information time. The driver greeted me when he saw me getting on the bus.

"Hello."

Is it too early to say good morning?

"Hello."

I returned the same.

It was quite early, but it was the holiday season, so the seats were full of customers heading to the airport. I had no choice but to sit next to her, who had only one left, because I gave the order to the cabin crew who were waiting for the bus together at the bus stop.