Abolition of the Wicked - Chapter 42
Chapter 42
Zhuge Guk, who looked at the washbasin with an expressionless expression, rolled up his sleeve. It was funny that all the silver coins I had accumulated in Moorim for fifty years could only be washed with water in a gilded washbasin.
Everyone in attendance then waited in silence for Zhuge’s hand to touch the water, and the nerves of those in charge of the guard were sharpened like sharp blades.
As if Zhuge Guk’s hands were washing his face every day, he went into the washbasin. Water dripped from his raised hand, and as he wiped the net with the towel he brought to him, cheers erupted.
It was the moment when Zhuge Guk finally retired from Moorim.
