68 – Playing under the moonlight.
Crimson Hestosias.
In fact, he was a man closer to the human image of a craftsman than just an ordinary blacksmith.
I love the strange magic of fire, where the hard becomes soft and the hard becomes sharp again in the crimson flame.
He was thirsty for a more unconventional challenge.
“I told you about the Cyclops’ workshop, right? It’s a real paradise. With their two hands, they recreate all the magic imaginable by gods and men, and make what only exists in the imagination into reality.”
Nevertheless, they said that the greatest thing about them is none other than making the unimaginable a reality with a few words and designs.
“Perhaps if you tell them a few words about Hyperborea’s technology or the magic used there, they’ll be recreating it in their workshop.”
“Is that enough to brag about?”
“You call that a horse?”
What passed through my head was the 21st century electronic devices, such as smartphones and TVs, whose memories are now hazy.
If this eccentric artisan is enough to say that…?
‘Ah, but that’s not so much.’
Amman, even if the magic and technology were amazing, it would be difficult to reproduce even electronic devices.
No matter how you make similar communication devices, what about the Internet or electronic information?
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If I listened to Hestosias again with a chuckle at the absurd thought, he was almost finished with his work.
“In that sense, how poor are those boring chimes who came to me? It’s like they’re just pushing me to make a sharp piece of metal that I can shake in my hand.”
So, when I first visited the blacksmith shop, he thought he had heard rumors about himself, so he immediately heard anything and recommended a weapon with all his heart and soul to expel him.
“Why is a human who should be hammered and hammered even if he is beaten to death, not accepting orders and working as a car dealer? It was.”
“Even though I’m still working within the quota, I felt like my stomach was upset when I saw them press for a production order.”
I’ve been called a god until now. I’ve met a lot of people who are said to be the three great masters.
Hestosias was an erratic man who competed for supremacy.
Not even Payoen, a deceased person.
Ah, the contents are all done. No fun.
I’m not saying that he just took his hands off his job and played around until new content came out.
“Hey, we didn’t just play, did we? Do you think there’s anyone other than me among the stone heads at the blacksmith’s shop who can do the accounting?”
“What did I say…? Why am I getting angry when I’m stabbed alone?”
“You’re good at talking with that expression of regret in your eyes.”
Unlike his mumbling mouth, Hestosias finished the work with delicate and quick hand movements.
He looked at the gayageum strings that were mounted so that they were almost out of sight, making sure there were no cracks or irregularities.
He inspected the body several times to see if there were any cracks, leaks, or uneven parts. After confirming that there were no problems, he carefully handed it over to me.
“How about it, isn’t this enough to compare with the old instrument you said you lost?”
“…..”
I didn’t say anything to Hestosias, who was arrogant, and just accepted it.
As imagined, as expected.
Gayageum, which was first born in this land of Greece, was truly mythical.
The rough bark of a tree still alive, or the mysteriously sparkling milky thread.
It looks rough and rugged, but exudes natural beauty. It was even mystical, as if a tree and the spring water flowing beneath it were taken out and discarded in the form of a musical instrument.
What is this tickling feeling?
A faint feeling that makes you feel like you’re about to burst into tears.
The familiar yet unfamiliar appearance of the gayageum is clearly engraved in my eyes.
Beyond the heavy weight in my hand and the feel of the rough tree bark, life pulsated.
The gayageum looks unfamiliar and familiar.
A strange but still me.
My gold, which was dormant in my memory because of me, was brought out to this world again in a similar yet different form to me.
With the old feelings that I tried hard to bury.
“Even if spring returns again, I have no place to return to.
If you climb Daesan and look at the east, you can’t see it.
Only old gold paints the place.
The place I miss and long for.”
-Ding…
The strange-looking gayageum that I lightly flicked was quietly crying with the tone I remembered.
* * *
A total of three pieces of gold passed through my hands.
One is the Joongwon-style Gogeum that the musician gave me as a gift after I showed off my skills on the day of the gyoju’s bastard’s banquet, saying that he did not have the confidence to play the instrument that produced that tune.
A gayageum made by generously pouring jade and metal thread gifted by the best artisan of the religion to commemorate the eradication of the corrupt religious leaders and complete control over Cheonma Shinkyo.
And lastly, when I ascended to the position of the Heavenly Demon, the divine object dedicated to me, Hyeonsageum (玄沙琴).
It was the last gift left to me by Gwihyeonsa, who cruelly disappeared as soon as everything was over.
After everything was sorted out and even the imperial family acknowledged that our Cheonma Shinkyo was the loser of the Jungwon Murim, he was my only companion who wandered back and forth between the newcomers and the Jungwon.
When that guy eventually died without being able to overcome the harsh years, he just thought that he would never be able to lift gold again while alive.
It was an indescribable feeling to be revived in such a distant land and to be able to pick up gold again like this.
“Whoa…”
When I came to my senses, I was walking through a deep forest holding a gayageum with both hands.
Thanks to the constellations wriggling in the distance and the brightly shining moon, the forest wasn’t too dark, and it wasn’t too difficult because the level we had already climbed up had already passed the level where the strength and weakness of the light limited our vision.
-Ding…
“So, are you looking for a place to tune the first note?”
As if the Gayageum, which quietly cried alone, had its own will, quietly in my arms, let’s go this way or that way, whined.
Like a child who holds his father’s hand and uses her herd.
I wondered if it was possible for a god to dwell in an object that had just been born.
It is an object made with fire and magic by cutting a living tree, so there was me who passed over just trying to draw it.
Anyway, as we walked and walked to the place where the gayageum was supposed to go, making loud and small sounds, before we knew it, a wide open space illuminated by the moonlight appeared.
A small spring water gurgled under the flat rock, and the animals of the forest, big and small, basked in the moonlight and drank water, then I disappeared in a hurry at the uninvited guests.
“…It’s the moment when you let out your glorious first note, and you can’t reveal it to others.”
Careful, yet sacred, is the moment when gold born in the world strikes its first note. The ghostly voice spoke.
She said that handling gold should be handled with care as one would treat one’s lover, and especially when making the first note, one should approach it gently and carefully, as one would untie a new bride’s clothes.
‘Anyway, I’m afraid he’s not a pornophile.’
I don’t know what the hell she did, but seeing her holding her own bottle (?) Even after she died, I could guess how passionate and obsessed she was with gold.
However, if there is something you can sympathize with.
The first time riding my hand was a very special moment for both martial artists and musicians.
“Now then, let’s play a song.”
The moon is good in the sky, and the surrounding forest is so multiplied.
A large and small audience gathered in curiosity between the trees and grasses listened with bated breath.
Are you curious about what this stranger is trying to do with an unfamiliar instrument?
It’s the moment to perform the first note, which should be secret and sacred, but my new friend still seems to be motivated to perform the song only when there is an audience.
There is no better place than this.
-Diding…
“Oh…”
In contrast to the gold thread of Hyeonsa, the pearl silver thread forged by Hestosias was somewhere warm and soft.
Nevertheless, the wick felt at her fingertips was hard enough to be compared to the thread of Heaven, and the sound was deeper and softer, as if stroking the woman’s skin.
“I got another great item.”
No, after all that hard work, if something like this doesn’t come out, wouldn’t that be a scam?
“No, but it is a treasure that cannot be easily obtained even after many times the hardships…”
Gisaengs and musicians who recognized the value of present gold were eager to get it with their eyes on it.
The gayageum, which has not been named yet, was very mysterious and mysterious from its shape to flowing energy.
And above all, this sound.
A clear and deep sound that no gayageum in the world can produce.
At the sound that made my heart tremble just by flicking it lightly, I stopped my hands for a moment and just listened to it.
“Um… Good.”
It would have been nice if there was at least one glass of clear liquor.
I slowly tuned the gayageum while thinking such silly thoughts.
Hestosias took care of his own way, but he was a craftsman and not a musician, so the gold string was just right.
It took a while to loosen and tighten it well.
-DDDDDDDDING~
“This is enough…”
As he tried to strum the strings, his shoulders naturally moved with excitement at the clearer and clearer tone than before, and his hands began to dance on the gold first.
Soon.
With the sound of the wind and the stream, the whispers of animals and the chatter of the trees, the quiet and noisy forest gradually became quiet, and only a piece of music slowly began to flow in the middle.
A beautiful, high-pitched tone that even the gods can be bewitched by.