Desire

On the way to the Wall, I asked about the White Vowels and found out some things about her.

The White Milky Way is the only son of the cholera, the daughter of the White House, and is a bastard. The White House was related to the mother of the white girl, the woman of Gracia, and the white girl was born because it was not dealt with properly. Her mother died in childbirth, and the White House harvested the silver that had become so alone.

Since he was an unwanted child, the White House did not take it lightly, but it was surprisingly a priority to welcome the White House. He treated his granddaughter who was born out of nowhere well, and she grew up with the love of her grandfather, the White House, instead of the love of her father.

“He had no daughter, no granddaughter. ”

One Baek Jin-geum is a child. And the White House had two sons, and they were the brothers of the White Paper. The white slip said, grumbling.

“Because I'm pretty, Grandpa deserves to be cute. ”

I don't know if that's true or not, but it seems to be true that the white paper was adored by the white paper. Even my son and grandson were in strict spirituality, and they listened to all the grumbling favors of the White Mark. He taught her to be ignored, and he even took the elixir. The problem was then. Under the support of the honeymoon, the white pennant was so strong that he could not find an opponent of his own age, that his achievement surpassed even the older brothers.

So, the gaze toward the white mark was even more distorted. The two brothers rejected the white penny, and the father the white penny was very positive that the white penny would take away his brother's. When the back-stepper who took care of his granddaughter overlooked her mistake, she had already gone to the point where there was no turning back.

The power of the Hallucination is still a little strong, so the Bloody Gate is under the care of the Hallucination. However, it is clear that the older he is, the weaker the time passes, and the position of the tattoo will naturally be handed over to the White House, the child of the Hallucination. And behind the White House, one of the two sons will follow him.

Yes, there is no room for white marks in the blood. The White House worried and restrained the bastard's daughter from crossing over, and so did his sons. Moreover, the unmanned members of the bloodline who are lined up with the White House, the door of the next generation, also resist the White Paper.

So the white paper came out of the blood. I had no choice but to come out. And she began to be a bandit, living in the nearby Longevity Mountain, under the stillness of her happy soul.

‘Funny. ’

It wasn't that I didn't understand, but it wasn't something I wanted to understand. It's everywhere in the family, but a granddaughter who left home and became a bandit. And a grandfather who admits it. It is a safari that does not speak for itself, but it is violent. But I don't care.

I have no reason to use it.

It took me two more days to climb down the mountain. Throughout the journey, Ajin logged out a number of times. One time, I logged out in front of her to see how she would take it, but she didn't say anything about him. It was the same as the beginning of the island. NPC, inhabitants of this world. A living person. For them, the player is a stranger, and the end of the doubt about him was also a white flag. She didn't say anything about Ajin's logout, and she didn't question it.

‘I don't react to him at all. ’

How many users play First on a short run? That means a large number of strangers have entered the world. Sudden population growth, control over it. But NPCs have no doubts, no vigilance about it. They are taking players naturally. Like you've always lived. There are implications for all NPCs to play smoothly. This is a real game, and NPCs don't just inject AI into a bunch of polygons, but this much coercion and dominance. You're doing the world the way I like it.

Every time I think about Gladiolus, he feels terrified. He was literally a god. What else would I say if I were to wipe out a world of my own?

“So, I think we need to get it right. ”

Azin squeaks. A two-day journey led them over Mt. Jang Mt. Jang to the cliff. Although it is said to be a city dominated by Safa's famous blood, the streets on the wall are not so different from rubies. In the guestroom, Ajin glances at those who rush the streets. Are they players or NPCs?

“What?”

It turns into a silver star that was grabbing a skewers and grabbing the fish. She licks the spices on her lips and stares at the pain with her fat eyes.

“I'm not an idiot, either. As long as you're here, you can always run away if you want. This is your great-grandfather's territory. You didn't hit” “. ”

“That's the question. Now, promises are meaningless, aren't they? ”

Ajin smiled and asked the White Voucher. It's about floating her. The white pennant frowned as if it were unpleasant and placed the skewers that were holding onto the plate.

“.. I, if I make a promise, keep it. ”

“Well said. But delivering trust to the other side is a completely different matter. ”

Azin stares at you, shaking his shoulders. He puts his hands on the table and pushes his face toward him.

“What the hell are you thinking? ”

“Let's say I go with you to the Bloodmoon. That way, you'll be in complete control. You make one wrong move on your tongue, and I'm gonna die of a suicidal maniac. ”

“Ha! I was worried about something! ”

The White Paper openly laughed and leaned back. She narrows her eyes as she straightens out the creaking chair.

“Is that why you want me to match you? Why, in the unlikely event that I'm about to be hijacked by a Negro and you show up and save me, let's go with a common heroic tale? ”

“That's not so bad either. ”

Azin smiled and replied. However, the White Paper shakes its head with a big smile.

“How well do you know my grandfather? ”

“I see you feel terrible about your granddaughter. ”

“Yes, my grandfather thinks I'm a terrible person. But you know what my grandfather really loved? ”

The White Voucher smiled and asked. I don't know. Azin shrugs. The white sign smiles at the basin and tilts his head toward Azin. She lowers her voice as if to reveal a big secret, then whispers in a loud voice to Azin.

“It's a person.”

“... people? ”

“Unmanned, to be exact. My grandfather... was happily married before he was my grandfather. It's a blood crest.”

The White Paper raised its head. She glances at Azin and glances at Persian, holding his car steady. The smile of the White Milky Way darkened.

“So, Grandpa doesn't kill you. I didn't die, I didn't become an idiot. There's no reason for your grandfather to kill you. ”

Through the muttering of the White Bell, Azin realized what she was talking about. What is the situation with the Blood Gate right now? The hallucination of Safa's master has grown old and weakened, and the hallucination of his only son, Blood, is not even close to the current hallucination. The blood gate of the Safa Three Generations was pushed to the leader of the Young Gateway, and the heart is said to be one step below that of the Doorman of the Safa Three Passages.

What would it take to overcome such a situation? Power. The Passage Gate stands above the Blood Gate in the presence of the Blood Gate, and the Death Gate has become the Safa Gate in the presence of the salt called Safa's Greatest Master. The situation is happening right now, but if we keep going, we won't see any results. The hallucination continues to weaken, and the bloodstream continues to weaken. If a blood number or his son does not become a master of more than a honeymoon, its beating is impossible.

In other words, he has no power to ascend. So what do we do? If you have no power, you have no choice but to recruit someone with power.

‘I see.'

I was already somewhat aware of the bloodline situation. That's why I came to the wall. The area of the Killer Astronomy did not go because there is an absolute master named Salt Horse. That's why I avoided the Gateway of the Passage with One-Blood Blood. As long as there is a wall of bloodshed with worn hallucinations, his activities are straightforward. The original plan was to build a reputation here and naturally attract the attention of the happy. The recruitment of Shin Jin-seo will be imperative to overcome this situation.

But it's no longer necessary. It's because of the white pennant. Through the white pennant, Ajin was faced with the spirit, and things became much easier. Prove your worth to a happy soul. Azin defeats the White Mark, and the White Mark sees the power of Azin.

“Don't you want to kill me? ”

Azin asked, looking at the white sign. At that, the White Vowel silenced for a moment. But soon she smiled bitterly.

“I am also a member of the blood. ”

The White Vowel took a short breath.

“Even a bastard, I can't help it. The grandfather who takes care of me is the doorman of the family. If blood is strong... that's what I want. You're ambiguous, but strong. Even if you don't know it right now, at that age, you can expect a lot in about a decade or so. You're not so bad yourself. ”

Azin smiles, revealing his white teeth without answering. So, you'll swallow me like a snake swallowing eggs? The White Milky Way is right. This can't be bad for each other. If the bloodshed trembles, but the sight of the doorway and the eyes of the bridegroom beckon to the sight of the bloodshed and be protected, it would be a welcome sight for azin. Bloodshed is also not a bad thing. Recruit a young master to increase the power of the bloodline.

‘I don't intend to be swallowed. ’

Rather, it is this way to swallow. For a decade, he laughed low.

It won't take long.

*

[I'm aiming here. You know?]

Persian voice echoes in my head. Azin, who was facing the endless wall, pauses at Persian's words and shakes his head slightly. Persian sends his voice back as he approaches Azin a little closer.

[You're wary, rather than aiming. There's snow everywhere.]

[It's probably because of the white pennant.]

The location of the bloodstream was the center of the city. Whether it showed the purpose of the gate wave or not, the blood gate was not allowed to look inside the high wall, and the high wall was long enough that the end was invisible. Azin looks up at the wall, but doesn't see the Watcher.

[Guests next door, two men eating noodles.]

Persian is troubled. Azin neither looks at you, nor answers you.

[One behind you. Two women on the left diagonal.]

Persian tells me one by one, but Azin gives no regard to anyone. In this way, Persian tells me about the endless gazes that look this way. Then she grumbles if she gets bored soon.

[I don't feel so good. You know better than that.]

[The White Vowels are not welcome.]

But I never thought I'd get this much surveillance, no matter how hard I tried. Perhaps the situation in the bloodstream is worse than Azin thought. Is the blood count completely strong? If it did, the relationship with the White Pocket was more likely to be toxic than an opportunity.

‘Cause that's what I do. ’

Azin smiles in relief. If the rope is rotten, don't you think it'll stop if you change it? Of course it has to be confirmed with these eyes. There is no guarantee that rotting is really rotten. You have to catch it and pull it.