Desire

The remarriage gave a separate room to Ajin and Persik. Stay here until the public proceedings are over, that's all she said. After sending Ajin and Persik out, he stayed in a room where he had a conversation with Ajin for a while without returning to his home. He looked at the remaining two cups of tea as he had not yet removed them, and a vague smile appeared on his thin lips.

“... what the hell is a Blood Dragon Band? ”

The White Vowel, sitting at the back of the anniversary, opens its mouth carefully. The Blood Dragon Bandit. It's only been two months since the White Vowel left the bloodshed and did the bandits at Mt. Longevity Mountain. Before she went to Mt. Longevity Mountain, she had never heard of a force in her bloodstream called the Blood Dragon Clan.

The SS?

That's all I could think about for a moment. A force of unknown blood. If they do not know themselves, who are the direct descendants of hematology, they must be a secret and important force. It must be in the line of a rare doorbell. All the factions, however, cannot operate in such a group in such a clean way. Naughty, dirty... The means to keep such things a secret is imperative and necessary. It is the same with Safa. Even a safari has its own way of defending the river, and it requires a reason. And sometimes, there are things to be done without justification and justification.

The Blood Dragon Clan would be the last means of doing such a thing. His expression was a little stiff. It was also with the white pennant in mind that she could not completely trust him, so she felt that the decision to leave him as the head of the bloodline was swift and dangerous. We have to filter out the most reliable of the subordinates and keep the subordinates under surveillance and control for the majority of the subordinates, but I can't trust the head of such a secret guard.

Moreover, Azin's skill is quite good for the eyes, but there were many such blemishes. Extracting the strength was one of the hard work on the endless path of nothing, but that was all the azine the White Mark identified. Clumsy bastard. He's overwhelmingly strong to the underlings, but if he's a match of the same quality or even a little stronger than himself, he'll soon crumble. It was the truth of Azin that the White Voucher saw.

“Blood Dragon Band, Blood Dragon Band...”

The bride mutters as she touches her chin. In Safa's prestigious bloodline, there were a total of three armed forces. Blood Clot. Blood Clot. The Blood Legion. Everyone is a force made up of disciples from the Blood Legion, and all three of them are the visible forces of the Blood Legion. The best first-class disciples are the Bloodbath, the second-class disciples are the Bloodbath, and the third-grade disciples are the Bloodbath. And trainees who have not yet reached that level, who are not in the unit. Of course, the three armies do not enter the three armies, the elders who say it is the natural power of the gate and the former military leaders who raise their disciples. The three armies of the bloodline are literally the centers of young disciples who are active in the field.

“Hematotrops.”

His voice was low. He glances at the White Vowel, and his gaze curls to see her. His sharp, stubborn face became the property of a loving old man.

“Let's think about it now. ”

“What? ”

At the end of the remarriage, White White White Leopard asks with a blank face. She shrugs her shoulders and pushes the teacup with her fingers.

“There are no blood dragons in the bloodstream. ”

The hallucination said in a relaxed voice. Of course, the white paper could not immediately understand what he was saying. She blinks, her eyes widening. The hallucinations she knew, her grandfather. I never lied to my granddaughter, White Coin. That said, it is also true that the "Bloodline" spit out just now is not real. But why?

“If you don't have it, why don't you make it? ”

The remarriage was not a big deal. If not, make it. That should solve the problem easily. It is true that there is no leader because the force does not exist. The White Paper tilted its head and asked.

“.. how? ”

“That's something to think about now. ”

It's not messy enough to leave the head of the main force of the Bloodstream to the unknown. It's hard to trust others. It is human beings who live together from birth and do not completely trust their own children. He did not believe in pain. I don't know what power he has, but I don't believe in the background he's hiding. I don't know what he's thinking, but Azin's spit didn't completely delude the spirit. You're going to make the bloodshed the greatest doorway in five years?

‘Easy for you to say. ’

When the spirit spirit reaches its peak. Even then, there was salt on his stomach. No matter how hard I rolled my blood, I couldn't cross the Salt Gate. By the way, that fleshy astronomer. I can't even walk a hallucinogenic astronomy for more than five years. What are you going to do about the checkpoint there? Door to the Swordsman, One Sword Blood. He is young and strong. His innocence is no different from his remarriage without suggesting that he is a young man. And what about that little boy, Ajin? I wonder if his innocence will cross the bloodstream and salt in five years.

‘Funny. ’

Impossible. There are some things no matter how talented you are, you will never have them. It's years of experience. It's that kind of athletic practice. Fighting is not just about understanding, no matter how deeply you understand it. It was the living proof. I heard it was enough to draw out the strength, but I was pushed by a silver star from the fighting pits. Evidence that experience is poor.

“By the way, did you hear who she was? ”

But there was a reason we couldn't call him a child. The haunted spirit recalls a red-headed woman sitting next to Azin. Redhead like blood, and eyes like that. He was energized but not moved. The suitor looked at her several times and tried to measure her, but failed. Like throwing a rock in a deep lake... No, not that either. You throw a stone, but it doesn't rip. She was a deep hole. Endless holes.

She said, "She's a Persian Duna." I'm from Gracia. ”

“Gratia. Why are you here? ”

“I've heard of him -- oh, he's a wizard. ”

Wizard. Hearing that, he touches his chin. The honeymoon has deep hallucinations that suit the stars. Because of that, he's been interested in the wizard since he was young, so if he's a wizard, he knows a few things. The power of wizards is mysterious and illuminating, but it's not like simple illusions. I wanted to dig deep about him, but I didn't see the end of what I had. It was when I stopped thinking that reaching out to magic was foolish.

“... a wizard... with him a little...”

Different. Most of the wizards he knew were Black Mages who had been exiled from Gracia. Gratia is a place where magic has developed, but there is also magic that is forbidden. Dark magic is not a taboo, but necromancing against the human body is a taboo. Most of the Black Wizards who have been discovered are executed, but some of them have managed to escape close by and often leave for the Advance or Siolence. They were also the wizards she knew.

But the atmosphere was completely different from theirs. The Black Wizards were dark, sticky and smelly. Dead body odor, that sort of thing. Starting with the hair, the black wizards smelled like that all over their bodies.

It's not just the smell. If the standard of peering at the unmanned is prayer, so was the Wizard. Different energy from the inner workings. But I didn't feel that way about Persian.

If you say why, you can count three. One, Persian is not a wizard. Secondly, she's keeping him completely hidden. Number three.

Persian is strong enough that he can't see the spirit.

But, no way. She shakes her head. The way Persian looks at himself, he doesn't see anything and doesn't feel anything. It was no different from the eyes of a common woman who had not mastered art and had not mastered magic. But if that's the case, how do you explain the fact that Persian was not even in a state of enthusiasm at all? Throughout his conversation with Ajin, he deliberately aimed for Persian energy, but none of it changed her laugh.

‘.. I'll keep that in mind. ’

You can't ignore it. The enthusiasm has stopped thinking about Persic. I don't know what she is, but he's in pain. I do not believe in the conquest of Sapa Moor within 5 years. However, even so, the existence of Azin became a defeat that can be used by the bride and groom. Young master. Holding him in the blood gate can threaten other factions that aim to weaken the blood gate. But more than that,

‘Stir up the bad boy. ’

The White House, blood, and two grandchildren. They are too restless. The remarriage was old and sick with aging. He was no longer the great master he once was. I have to take daily Tang Pill and take rest, and I can't even move my stamina. Now all that remains of the Hallows is the glory in that name. And it knows his sons, his grandchildren. Those who were unable to take a stand when the phantom was healthy are now acting as if the blood is their own.

Of course, when the phantom dies, the blood will belong to the White House. Prior to that, he was going to hand over the position of the hematologist to his son and retire, but now is not the time. The White House cannot afford blood. The bloodline passed over to him will be torn apart by tigers who are weakened like filthy dogs. No, there's no need for tigers to come. Even a fox can't survive. I can't just stand by and watch it happen. You have to have your own backup plan.

So you have Ajin. His presence hardens the wall of blood and sets fire to the resting son and grandson's buttocks. A stone that I don't know where it rolled is threatening my position, but I'm sure it won't stand still. If only they'd work a little harder as a stimulus. Blind only to honor... The haunting ears fill my tongue.

“Well, what about the Blood Dragon Band?”

The conjurer's jaw twitches with his hands, and he's lost in thought. The main disciples are already in the blood group, blood group, and blood group. Lesser students and trainees are not qualified to rotate. Scratching them together seemed fine. It is a fairly important job to be the Master of the Force. It's going to be a bit of an example, and it's going to put some strength into your shoulders. However, it took many things to entrust a disciple of the Moon Clan to a man who could not give him faith as if he were still uncertain and could not believe.

Then what else is there? Pretend to trust him. What's there to set an example for him? Without using the power of the blood gate, what can be seen as a member of the blood tree that no one can deny? The eyes of the dreamy spirit flashed.

“Blood is a conduit.”

The Wall is run by the Bloodmoon. It also applies to crime. Civilian quarrels that are uninterrupted are commoners' quarrels, and disputes between unmanned and unmanned are routinely handled by the ruling clans of each city. Of course, it is only necessary to take care of it and turn it over to the Jinjin branch office after securing its status.

However, quarrels do not know when or where they will occur, and unmanned people's quarrels with ordinary people are incredibly unpredictable. In order to prevent that, Blood Moon was running a choreography that taught ordinary people self-defense skills for free. That's where they teach self-defense based martial arts, other than cardio. However, the initial goal was to teach ordinary people self-defense techniques that would protect my body, but now I've become corrupted and become a proton for the lake. I didn't think I'd be able to stop it because of the tax collectors they send from the lake.

“We can gather the blood of the scoundrels and organize the blood dragon squad. ”

It can be given a shock without exposing the blood gates. Since a few years ago, Blood has been saying that the Parak Lakes from the Choreographer will somehow belong to the Blood Moon and learn to do the work properly. If they make a blood dragon band, they will greet each other with a double number. The honeymoon smiled thinly. The sooner we get this done, the better. He thought we should send someone to the choreographer right away.