Not long after the Grand Minister waved the white flag, Jo Mal-saeng entered the main hall.
As he walked in wearing a white robe and a traditional hat, it felt to Hyang as if the famous theme music from a Western film composed by Ennio Morricone was playing in his ears. 'He would be perfect with a cigarette in his mouth!'
Exuding an air of danger, Jo Mal-saeng approached the hall where King Sejong was seated and bowed deeply.
"I, the sinner Jo Mal-saeng, have come at Your Majesty's command!"
"Well, how is life as a record keeper? I hear everyone is working themselves to death?"
In response to Sejong's question, Jo Mal-saeng replied energetically, "It is nothing to complain about, for not only have you spared the life of a sinner like me, but you have also granted me the opportunity to pay for my past sins!"
"Hahaha..."
Sejong burst into laughter at Jo Mal-saeng's reply, while the ministers felt their limbs shrink in embarrassment. 'Did he go to the record office to organize documents, or did he just practice flattering people?'
As the ministers were dumbfounded, Sejong's expression turned serious as he glared at Jo Mal-saeng.