Desire

Glug. The door is open. Azin looks at the garden without a word, feeling uncomfortable with the presence of two Persians. He turns his head toward the open door. Beyond the door stands an old man with white hair like snow. He grew a beard to his chest, and his thin eyes and flashing eyes looked dull. The old man who came in through the door opened his eyes and saw the pain, and Azin looked back at the old man.

Who it is. Azin looks at the silver star standing behind the old man. She gives Ajin an eloquent look. ‘Stand up and say hello.’ His lips sparkled. You're in a good mood. Ajin wakes up.

“It's azin.”

Bend your head to the ground. He didn't answer, didn't answer. He narrows his eyes and looks at the pain. He looked at Persian, who was sitting motionless. Persian, who was tapping the cup with his finger, smiles thinly as he looks back at himself. I feel a slight tremor in my eyes.

“Have a seat.”

The suitor looks straight at Persian, but that was to say something to Azin, not to Persian. Azin looks up at Persik and sits down. The haunting approaches, flapping its sleeves, and sits in front of Ajin.

“I don't like to be judged because it's a formal courtesy. ”

As soon as I sat down, the joy opened my mouth. At the side of the haunting, the white sign sat carefully without making a sound. The voice of the remarriage was like scratching irons, but to be honest, Azin couldn't quite recall how adorable his granddaughter's white token was.

“I heard the story from this child. You said you were pretty good. ”

No courtesy or formalities. Therefore, the suitor neither introduced himself, nor asked Azin anything more. You're gonna ask a lot of questions. What are you doing? Where are you from? If you don't ask me something annoying, I'm thankful as hell for it. He smiles thinly.

“That's not what the lord of blood says. ”

“You're being modest. ”

The bride smiles. Azin looks at his pale complexion and recalls the scent of dark medicine he smelled when he entered the blood glucose.

“How much do you do? ”

The spirit asks. Azin, who is looking at him, tilts his head without removing his smile.

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“How long have you been doing this? I've listened to this kid, but I think he'd better listen. ”

His eyes narrowed. An awl's sharp gaze pierces through the pain, and Azin is able to glimpse the power of the haunting. Powerful. No matter how hard he flies and crawls, he can't help it. At least the honeymoon was the best of pure NPCs that Ajin had ever met.

“.. to the death of his beloved granddaughter. ”

Even though the cold sweat flowing down his spine was as cold as ice, Ajin smiled and said. I'm talking about a happy ending. At that point, the eyebrows of the phantom ear become dull and the face of the white sign becomes dull. Whoa! My sitting body twists back a lot. The aura of the joyful spirit completely envelops the pain and has sinned. Boss! My whole body's muscles are dry and my bones are shaking. Azin seemed suffocated.

“Interesting guy. ”

After watching the pain indefinitely for a long time, he opens his mouth. It was a mouthful of laughter, and I faded. Ajin snorts low, vomiting his breath out. She smiled and said with a thin lips.

“So, what do you want? ”

That's how fragile it is to be old. The pain kicks his tongue as he recalls the pressure he just couldn't resist. Well, being old doesn't mean the tiger isn't a tiger. Tigers are tigers, even though their teeth are weaker and their claws are thinner.

“.. what can you give me? ”

“My granddaughter owes you her life. I pay with my life. What do you think?”

The bride smiles thinly. Ajin smiles face to face. I felt like I was on a one-way trip.

“With whose life? ”

“Your life. I'll let you live without killing you. Isn't that enough? ”

The honeymoon could kill Ajin right now. But they don't kill. Azin bursts into laughter. He shakes his head and mutters.

“That's not going to work, bloodwork. ”

“You have no idea how precious life is. I have every right to kill you, even if you were willing to kill this child. No, you don't even need a license. You're gonna stop me from punishing a kid who talks dirty? ”

The bride smiles bitterly. Azin claps his mouth shut and looks at the joy. It's not the same story as the White Voucher. Hungry for talent? No, Azin smiles heavily.

‘You're talking. ’

“.. if you do not take my life, what will you do after that?" Will you let me go? ”

“It's not in the deal. You saved my granddaughter's life without killing her. And I will spare your life without killing you. Where is your freedom? ”

“You will take away my freedom. And then?"

“I don't know what to do after that. ”

The honeymoon blurs the end of the word. Azin couldn't know what he was expecting an answer for. However, his attitude was ambiguous and uncertain, and he did not seem to intend to kill him. Then I guess I'll have to think about it from here. No, I'm not talking about this.

to create.

“I've heard a lot about blood. ”

Ajin grabs the cup of tea. He glanced at him with his eyebrows twitching at his words, and he drank tea because he was relaxed. He kicks down his tongue with the bitterness of a cold tea.

“The prestige of Safa. This is the first time I've actually been here.”

“So?”

“I'm disappointed.”

Azin smiles widely. At that point, the face of the white sign, which was worried, became white, and the face of the happy heart became stiff. He said as he watched his smile disappear.

“Blood is a mountain, blood is a tiger. ”

Azin taps the cup with his hand. Knock, knock. A low voice echoes in silence. Azin continues to speak, looking at the expression on his soul mate's face.

“An old, sick tiger. Thanks to you, the foxes who were bowing their heads cheer up. The tiger will step away from the king of the mountain, and the fox will take his place. ”

The White House of Blood Sura is the son of the White Married Priory. Before he was a father, however, he was remarried as a family crest. I've never met the White House in person, but I heard about him from the White Void. I know how insignificant he is compared to the phantom, and that he cannot be compared to the blood of a patriarch or the salt of a murderer whose name rises in the same line as the blood of a blood letter.

“If a fox becomes the master of the mountain, the tiger of the side mountain will come over. To rule the mountains. ”

Is it for the father or for the doorstep?

“The Lord of Blood wants to see his lifelong mountain eaten by another mountain tiger. ”

“... what are you trying to say? ”

“I don't want much. ”

Ajin stretches out his hands widely. He smiles bitterly.

“If bloodstains need me, I can be a bloodstainer.” “You care too much about yourself. ”

The bride laughs low. There was once again a great upheaval in his body. But it didn't stamp and press the azine like before, but wrapped it up in secret. The table trembles, the cup of tea trembles. The cold sweat on my forehead flowed coldly.

“There's a lot of good in you.”

“But I'm young. ”

Asin dares to give up on the pleasantries. Should I be angry? No, I'm not. Rather, his smile darkened.

“That's good. Youth."

“The blood lord didn't have it. ”

Ajin smiles and accepts. The energy surrounding the whole body fades. Azin takes a deep breath.

“Five years. ”

I was going to say it a little longer, but Azin drew a line this far. Neither long nor short Besides, I don't think it's too much.

“In five years' time, I will make the bloodshed the best safa. ”

The White Bell's mouth opens. Her eyes are wide open, and she smiles. No one spoke. Ajin waits for the adrenaline answer, and the adrenaline silences his open lips.

“.. how? ”

The spirit asks, "I don't believe what Ajin says." Only, he became curious. Within five years, I was curious about the young man who was confident that he would make the bloodshed the most saffar. Who are you? You're a happy soul, the doorman of the bloodline called Safa's One and Only. I know that my power is one step below the salt, and that I am threatened by the doomsday blood of a young passerby. But nevertheless, he is a happy soul. He was one of the great masters that could be said to be absolute, and who among the little unarmed men could be so arrogant with a wedding in front of him?

“Withdraw me. ”

Azin said, facing the hallucination. I will make the weak bloodline Sappa's apex in five years. There was no lie in that. It took a month for the pain to reach its current level. Unlike NPCs that perform a lifetime of unpublished work, he is a player. Can be used to quickly learn shameless skills. Of course, it can have devastating consequences for the absence of experience, but it can fill as many experiences as it wants.

‘After a certain degree, we won't be able to grow like before. ’

It was true even for Ajin himself. The internal law of the air is slow in growth, and so are the Heavenly New Founding Fathers and the Seamless Secrets. The higher you go, the harder it is to learn. However, given that, the player's growth speed is relatively fast compared to NPC.

“... What a magnificent dragon gate. ”

The voice that had been silent for a long time burst a smile. He heard from the White Paper about Azin's absence. Twenty-four years old. He said he extracted the strength at that age. It's internal. If you take the elixir, you can be called something. But it's a different story for Orloth to take the inner circle as his own, and draw strength out of it. Strength is built on a deep understanding of internal space.

“Are you a tiger or a wolf? ”

She looked at the pain and asked. He's a very talented man. It's not a denial. But can we trust him like we trust him? Hallucinations do not know about pain. I don't know what background he had and what he did before he came here. How can I trust him like that? Maybe he's a spy of the sect, and he's got a murder weapon or a scepter behind him.

“It is the Lord's judgment. If you think I'm a tiger, you can kill me. ”

Gamble. Death is not the end of the player. You'll have to face death penalty and resurrect. After that, you can stop fooling around with the blood. The only way to use it is not with blood.

“Maybe you're a hound dog. The hound who owns the other one. ”

“Is it worth it to the bloodline? ”

Ajin smiles and asks. It's worthless. The happy ending is old and sick. And there will be no one to follow after the Hallucination. The blood gate will collapse without touching it. It's not worth sending a hound.

The spiritual spirit shuts up.

“... and the great master of the Blood Dragon Clan is empty. ”

The silent spirit opens its mouth.

“Will you try it? ”

“If you believe me. ”

Azin bows his head. Ajin hides his smile. I caught it.It pains me to think of it as a rotting bronze tree... but his smile darkens.

‘It's not over yet. ’

Seeing the azin swallowing the laughter, the haunting takes a low breath. Just as Ajin gambled, so did the betrothed.

Five years. The eyes of the bridegroom were narrowed.

‘We could use a stimulant. ’

I don't believe it, but I can use it. Azin got what he wanted from his soul mate. Hallucinations, yet to be obtained.

If you can't get it, just throw it away.