Jong-seok, who broke up with the staff, boarded the airport bus. I already searched for a place to travel today, so Jongseok changed buses and got off in front of the museum.

Looking at the large museum, Jong-seok bought a ticket and went inside.

I'm not in the museum yet, but......the museum's exterior was so well-preserved that it was delicious to see.

The garden was well-organized and there was also a small waterfront on one side, so it felt cool.

There the museum was divided into several parts.

It was divided into three buildings, and the Western Pavilion was Western-style, and the main building was built like a traditional Japanese castle.

The Oriental Pavilion feels like a mixture of Chinese, Japanese, and Korean cultures.

Anyway, Jong-seok, who was looking at such buildings, entered the Oriental Pavilion.

I heard there are so many Korean artifacts....’

With that in mind, Jong-seok, who entered the Oriental Pavilion, was able to see artifacts from China and other Eastern countries.

And in the last Joseon hall, a number of relics from Joseon were exhibited.

'Our treasures taken by Japanese colonial era...... take it back, it's on display on Japanese soil.’

Looking at the relics of Joseon Dynasty, I felt heartburn.

Jong-seok paid a small silent tribute to him and left the Oriental Pavilion. And Jongseok, who entered the main building, began to see Japanese relics.

Unusually, there were quite a few swords among the Japanese relics.

Swords with their names on them were spouting their spirits from the glass case of glass.

'I think Japan is really good at making black.’

Jong-seok, who was still moving his steps while looking at the sword, which was an old sword but still exuded a lot of energy, stopped walking in front of the scroll.

In the scroll, a person who appeared to be a foreign missionary was giving a dreadful look among the soldiers.

And behind the Paol missionary, there were frightened innocent people.

It was as if a foreign missionary was protecting the innocent from the soldiers.

Jong-seok, who saw it, read the introduction below the scroll.

Paol Missionary Hogyo

Paol is a missionary from Spain, and according to the data, he is a scholar, missionary, and warrior who knows everything about astronomy, gunpowder, medicine, and geography.

'Moussa?'

According to Jong-seok, the missionaries of the past were those who studied medicine and various studies.

Missionary is the spreading of religion in people's minds, and in order to get into them they had to show that they were helpful to them.

So the missionaries helped them with medicine and knowledge and went into their minds to do missionary work.

But what do you mean, you're safe?

Jong-seok, who tilted his head, read again.

Missionaries in Japan are suppressed by Feng Shinsu Road.

According to records at the time, 350 soldiers went to attack Paol's missionary village and there were not three people who came back alive.

This painting was left by Kimura at the time. Legend has it that Paol fell on his knees and died on the spot only after dozens of shots were fired.

Dozens of rifles and more than 300 soldiers.... Japan used to be full of bravado.’

muttered inwardly, Jong-seok looked closely at Paol's painting. And the wonder on Jong-seok's face was young.

"Huh?"

Jong-seok, who found something strange, looked at the painting with his eyes frowned.

In the painting, a book was sticking out on the missionary's chest.

But... ...the pattern on the book......like a magic crew.

'This is...... is it?'

Jong-seok, who thought it was similar to the pattern he knew, glanced around him.

Jong-seok, who confirmed that there were no people around him, started filming the missionary's chest with his cell phone camera zoomed in as much as possible.

Click... ...click, click, click!

Jong-seok, who took seven consecutive pictures, shot the chest again in several directions and hurriedly inserted his cell phone.

Photography is usually prohibited in museums. There's no word in the museum guide that you're not allowed to take pictures,...you'll be kicked out if it's forbidden.

Jong-seok, who saved the picture on his cell phone, hurried out.

Then I zoomed in on the cell phone picture.

It's an experience book pattern, isn't it?’

I don't know all the shapes because it's an empty book in my heart.... the pattern shown was similar to the one in the Experience Book.

Jong-seok rushed into the museum, bought a magnifying glass sold at the entrance, and approached the painting again.

Then he began to take a close look at the painting with a magnifying glass.

Sweep! Sweep!

However, the pattern was not visible precisely because of the light and foreign matter reflected in the glass case.

'What do I do?

After thinking about it, Jong-seok took out his cell phone and left the museum again.

Talking on the phone inside the museum......not public morality.

Taking pictures is a violation of public morals....’

Jong-seok muttered to himself and called Won Seung-hwan, an adult of Moon Bang-woo.

[Mr. Lee. ]

Listening to Won Seung-hwan's voice, Jong-seok felt sorry for no reason.

I haven't seen you often these days, but I think you called to say you needed it.

But... ...I had to check.

"How are you?”

[I'm doing fine.]

"These days, it seems that there have been few gatherings of visitors."

[Everyone's busy these days because of the difficult situation.]

"I know."

The presidential election is coming up soon, so adults were busy.

All of them used to, or even now, support the political parties and politicians they support because they used to be one strand.

And I didn't know, but during the presidential or parliamentary elections, I didn't meet with the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

Though we have known each other for a long time since we were young, our thoughts on politics were slightly different.

Even the parties and politicians who support it...... That's why members of the literary circle temporarily stop meeting so that they won't make things blush for nothing.

Anyway, the Moon Bang-woo meeting has not been held since June.

"I'm calling to see if you know anyone from the Japanese museum."

[Japanese Museum?]

"Yes. I'm in Japan right now...... one of the paintings in this museum is so impressive that I was wondering if I could see it separately."

[Seriously... ...you want to see the picture up close?]

"A little... ..it's going to be hard, right?”

Won Seung-hwan was silent for a while at Jong-seok's words and then opened his mouth.

Being in the museum is a national treasure and a cultural value, not something ordinary people want to see separately.

"Yes... ..maybe."

[And I don't know what you saw, but it's probably a masterpiece.]

"Full story?"

[Ordinary artifacts displayed in museums that are at high risk of breakage or at a high price are displayed.]

"Then what about the original?”

[will be stored in a safe in the museum.]

"Well... ...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but......really......"

When Jong-seok couldn't continue his words and said he was sorry, Won said.

[You must have been impressed enough to see it. You called me like this, so......]

"I think it's the most important painting of my life."

[Life...]

Won Seung-hwan, who seemed to be thinking for a while, opened his mouth.

[It's hard to pull out the picture and show it to you.]

"As expected... ..right?”

[But I think I can show you the picture, is that okay with you?]]

"Photo?"

[Yes, I don't know what Japan is like, but when artifacts come in, Korea records them in many ways, such as X-raying and ultra-precision filming. There will be differences in methods, but if Japan records it that way......I think I can ask for that picture.]

Jong-seok gave a hurried nod to Won Seung-hwan's words.

'If you've done a super-precise shoot, the picture won't get crushed if you zoom in. And it'll be easier to see than looking at the picture.’

"I'd really appreciate it."

[Hahaha! I think I saved a man because his voice, which seemed to be dying just now, became so bright.]

"You saved a man."

[Really?] So on your way...... Can I ask you for a Japanese flower cake?]

"Yes, you can. I'll get you a box."

[Okay. So the museum?]

When Jong-seok talked about the title of the painting to see with his museum, Won Seung-hwan told him to wait and hung up.

And how long Jong-seok must have waited, a call came back from Won Seung-hwan.

[If you go to the front of the painting, there will be a museum staff. If you tell him your name, he will show you the picture.]

"Thank you."

[No, then enjoy it.]

Won hung up in a hurry because he thought Jong-seok would feel more sorry and thank him if he spoke more.

Jong-seok, who hung up the phone, hurried to the place where the painting was. And in front of the painting stood an employee in a suit, as Won said.

"Excuse me. I'm Lee Jong-seok."

At Jong-seok's words, the staff bowed politely and guided him. Then I opened the door on one side and immediately guided him to the computer.

said the staff sitting in front of the computer.

"Are you a paul missionary?"

"Yes."

"Here you are."

Jong-seok sat down when the employee got up from the computer. The screen showed a missionary Ho Kyo-do from Paol.

"How do I enlarge it?"

"You can adjust it with the mouse wheel."

At the employee's words, Jong-seok moved the wheel to enlarge the picture. And looked carefully at the book in the missionary's heart.

"It seems that the exhibition is a masterpiece. I said I would draw it similarly, but it's a little different from the picture here And....'

Jong-seok smiled at the magic staff in the painting.

'Experience book is correct.’

It was definitely like the magic team in the Experience Book.

Looking at Jong-seok looking at the magic in the picture, the employee asked stealthily.

"But what are you investigating?”

"It's not an investigation. I'm just curious that there's a strange magic pearl in the paintings of the 1500s.”

Jong-seok's remark was tempting to the staff.

Is the Ministry of Education calling you directly because of curiosity? What the hell is this Korean?’

A high-ranking ministry official in charge of the Cultural Office called to ask for Jongseok's convenience.

Jong-seok asked as the employee murmured inside.

"Do you happen to know anything about this painting?"

The staff explained the painting to Jong-seok. But what he said was mostly in the notes under the painting.

"Then do you know anything about this book in this picture?"

"Well, we've been given the paintings, so......”

"Donation? Then where did you get the donation?”

"It's hard to say because it's personal information."

"Is that so?"

Jong-seok said while looking at the picture for a moment at the nod of the employee.

"May I have this picture file?”

The staff nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. Usually, it is not possible, but the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports and Science asked for convenience, so it is done.

The employee plugged the line on the computer into Jong-seok's cell phone and moved the file.

Jong-seok thanked him, looked at the computer with regretful eyes and came out of the museum.

Jong-seok sitting on the steps of the museum looked at the picture on his cell phone.

Then Jong-seok, who zoomed in on the screen, looked at the book on Paol's chest.

'Experience book is correct. So... ...is this my experience book? Or...'

Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at the picture.

"Is there another book of experience?"