I Humbly Beseech You to Repel Them with an Iron Mace (7)

Cheol-su inwardly gave a hollow laugh when his friend Gapdol suddenly asked whether he had heard about it.

No, he wasn't some kind of shamanic medium, so how was he supposed to know what someone meant just from hearing, “Did you hear about that?”

Even the rumors circulating through the neighborhood where Cheol-su and Gapdol lived numbered nearly a hundred, if one added a little exaggeration.

There were rumors that Dolsoe and his wife were getting divorced, that Makrye had been visiting the temple frequently lately because she was involved in some sort of relationship with a bald-headed monk, and so on...

‘How was he supposed to know what Gapdol was talking about?’

Without knowing how Cheol-su felt, Gapdol impatiently pressed him.

“Seriously, you don't know?”

Since Gapdol kept telling him to guess without even saying what he was talking about, Cheol-su's temper finally snapped.

“How am I supposed to know what you're talking about? You have to at least tell me what it's about before I can answer whether I know or not! If I had the talent to guess exactly what you meant when you can't even speak properly, I would have opened a shamanic shrine and made a fortune, you bastard.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry. Happy now?”...