Desire

The door of the bloodstream was wide open. All the training grounds where the disciples used to fight with weapons were filled with people from different factions who had come to celebrate the immediacy instead of their disciples. From the first stage to the fifth stage. All the ballparks were open to greeting guests, and a huge food table was prepared.

91 doorways visited to celebrate azin becoming a bloodline. There were some familiar doorways, and there were some small doorways that just came to line up. Among them, Safa was 80 and 11 factions. Among them were Muslim envoys.

‘Exploring.’

The servant dressed me. It was a gorgeous wrapper with gold thread in red. It was awkward, but I couldn't help it. Today's event is in commemoration of Azin becoming the portrait of the blood. To show the rigor of the doorway, we must dress accordingly.

‘Look all you want. I'm going to fix it anyway. ’

Azin thought, smiling bloody. Aside from the book of books and blood glucose, Ajin opened all areas of the family. The sects that have come to celebrate, and those that have bad thoughts, will also pretend to be lost and dig through the bloodstream. It doesn't matter, although I didn't think it through, I've already decided to renovate the entire Bloodstream facility to accommodate more disciples in the future. During the course of a month, Azin gained investment from Goldwa and made a deal with the SMB who hoped for a friendly relationship. Thanks to the investment from them, the blood money assessment was quite generous.

“Make sure you do not be disappointed in the hospitality of your guests. ”

Azin, who was wrapped up, opened his mouth and said, The maids in the back bowed their heads politely. A lot of money was spent on this party. Preparation of food, and preparation of helpers. As a gift to congratulate me on becoming a doorbell, I was able to receive back some of the money I spent, but it was in the blood that led the banquet. If you treat them poorly, you might end up with a worthless sloth.

‘The Salt of Slaughter came in person... and people came from the party. ’

The Salt Horse and the Slaughterhouse are the harvests of Safa Moore. It should be no surprise that he went there himself, since the punctuation of the blood letter discussed with the faced successor and the slaughterhouse has changed. But a mash-up party. Moreover, it was the party that was defeated by Ajin at the dance.

‘I never made friends with him. ’

I ran into him when I went to the restaurant to fish for goldfish, but he didn't talk much. But did he come here himself as his own destiny? Well, it doesn't matter. I have no intention of insulting you. As soon as you become a doorbell, if you accumulate feelings of irritation and irritation, you will be bothered later. There is an order to everything.

First, all he had to do was take over Safa.

Ajin leaves the office. The clothing was long enough to be attracted to the floor. It was a traditional outfit that was only used when the doorbell was new. Azin did not use the crown on his head with a pole. I'm not getting on the job or becoming a king, but what a miserable coffin.

‘It is good to have rumors spread far. ’

Long enough to be attracted to the floor, the following maids were lifting it up. Ajin swallows a sigh. I was embarrassed. Others may think it's an honor, but Azin is a player, not an NPC in the world. We cannot understand their minds. It's tradition and etiquette, so I'm going to follow it to some extent.

I don't know about emotions.

“Here comes the door master! ”

I made my way to the training ground. The guard waits for you to pluck out his sword by the sides of Azin. The bloodline's unmanned. Followed by an orchestra plays magnificent music. His face began to burn, but his expression hardened. Burned on the tiger's back. There's no turning back now.

Although no one gave the instructions separately, the doorways gathered to celebrate were naturally distributed. Even if it is the same sentence, there is a huge difference. The Slaughterhouse is the most savage of the Sappas. And beneath it are famous waves of doorways. The same is true of Moonpara, leaving the background and seeing the individual. Each has a different reputation.

There was plenty of room in the first big arena. There was a crested skyscraper with salt salts on it and a wave of safaris nodding their heads. Gold and his family from the Gold Merchant Guild were there, as were the recent small and medium-sized factions that made deals with blood. The Muslim envoys and mascots were also here.

“It's roughly divided into five. ”

The appetizer grabbed and ate the chicken leg with thick hands. Watching him chew to the bone, he looks disgusted. “Why do you eat bones?” I didn't answer the question. Ignoring the words of the code, Yeong-ho nodded his head.

“Safa centered on the soft planes. A cult centered on the blind. Merchants centered around the Gold Merchant Guild. Even the romantic masters who didn't have enemies on the doorstep formed a group. ”

“Most of the time, it's more than normal. ”

“That should be enough to clear it from the line of the Observatory. If I had known this was gonna happen, I would have brought a swallow blade.”

“I have a lot of ears. Shut your mouth. ”

The Chongho Act roared, staring at the Chongho Act. In the warning of the impeachment law, the method avoided gaze with puckering lips. Meanwhile, Yeong-ho was looking around with his eyes dimmed. I looked at all five training grounds, but the Masters here were the strongest. Murim is power. This means that those who are here have the highest status among those who have come to celebrate the ministry of the clergy.

The bloodline will not be able to ignore this place. Normally, the immediacy of the doorway passes the token of the doorbell to the new doorbell in front of those who come to celebrate. However, the blood texts were slightly different. It's because the Hallucinogenic disease was so deep that it couldn't come out. The bloodline had already become the mark of the bloodline, and the token was handed over. Nevertheless, summoning people

‘To stamp your face. ’

Yeongho's eyes narrowed. A banquet in the bloodstream, rather than an instant meal. This event was closer to that. Those who were found as guests were scattered into five training arenas without gathering in one place. The bloodstain greets and congratulates everyone there.

And he will stay here, the longest in the first arena.

“This is the steel of the Ilprosthetic Pass. ”

While the three laws were silent and waiting for the blood. The man with the cracked shoulder approached them and took possession. The gaze of defence was on him. He lowers his head with a soft smile.

“I never thought I'd see you again. I've heard a lot about the blasphemy you disputed. ”

One prosthetic arm. He is a master of power. A wandering romantic who does not belong to the Gateway. The Youngho Act lifted his gaze. Romans gather in the direction of the steel stone. They must have approached him because they were not involved in the crowd nor were there signs of the gateway.

“It's nothing but anonymity. If you don't mind...”

“The Iron Throne. ”

Chongho Law stepped forward. He looks at the prosthesis with a sad eye. The body of the prosthetic arm twitched. “The Iron Throne... ten years ago...?” In response to the stuttering question, he frowned and slapped his hand.

“I just came to see that the family crest had changed. These are my students. If you have nothing to see, go back now. ”

“Yes, yes. ”

In the words of the impeachment, the prosthetic arm bows its head and retreats. “Since when did we become disciples of the law of defence?” The method of self-defense grumbled and gnashed eyebrows. In saying this, Chocho made a big snort.

“Then will you tell me the truth? ”

“It's nothing like that."

“You're a notorious tourist in the jungle, by the way. If you raise a star like that for nothing, it's just a protest. That's why I'm here. ”

The Iron Throne. It was a star that was called before the Law of Appeal became the Martial Law of Protection. He wandered through the jungle and challenged the famed Questionnaire, never losing a battle. That was ten years ago.

“Is there such a thing as a star called the code of honor? ”

The law of self-defense was born and raised on an island in the Namhae. To him, martyrdom was all that was in the world and Heaven was all that was God. Though his artisans were excellent enough to be a patron, his knowledge of the Moorish was shallow. I've memorized all the names of the great men and women to watch out for, but that's it.

However, the law of defence and the law of defence are different. The Appeal Act is acceptable. Ten years ago, the Iron Throne who was traveling in the jungle accidentally saw the heavenly horse in the Namhae. He saw the godlessness in the heavenly host and became an escort by swearing his life to the heavenly host. Ten years later. He was loyal to Heavenly Horse in the closest place to Heaven.

The law of Young-ho? It took only three months for him to become a martyr. At that time, Mahjo was using pirates from the Namhae to spread rumors about the resurrection of the bridge in the Namhae, and Yeongho Law was one of the few people who accidentally touched the bridge while chasing after the rumor.

And she became a thousand words of protection. The ecclesiastics, the impeachment, the self-defense. That is why the three thousand words of protection became four. The law of self-defense could not be trusted. Her incompetence was admissible, but I couldn't trust her to truly lay down her life for the Emperor and the Mage. I don't even know what she was doing before she got to the bridge. If I don't know anything about the opponent, how can I trust him?

“None.”

He replied without even looking at the face of the law. In response, his cheeks twitched. “That's odd. If you're good enough to defend yourself, there might be a star even if you're crude...” The martial law stares at him.

“Is that really necessary? ”

“Well, it's not like that. It's weird that there isn't. ”

“You're curious about the law of defence. ”

Youngho said with a big smile. At that, the law of protection frowned and opened its mouth to say Moore. It was that moment.

“Long live the Blood Lord! ”

A loud shout erupted. Music pours out. Thump, no doubt, the matching footsteps sound loudly. The commotion stops and people turn their heads.

The disciples in line raise their swords high. The bloodstain next to them shrugs and walks tall. The wind blows a flag with the bloodline's name engraved on it.

“... is that a blood transfusion? ”

The method of defence asked in a small voice. “I don't know,” Chongho replied. It was because none of them actually saw the face of the hematologist. He opened his mouth as he tightened his eyes and stared at Azin.

“But he's the bloodstain. I don't...”

“He is the bloodstream. ”

Youngho replies, and the answer stops and looks at her. Yeongho looked at Ajin's face with a cold, stiff face. My jaw was a little stiff.

“Defense law?”

Chongho Law summoned her. “Yes." Youngho replied, but he did not give his attention to the law. She lets out a tight fist and lets out a low breath.

“Do you know the bloodline? ”

“I've seen it before. ”

He replied as if the law of Youngho was not bulky. In response, the glare of the law of self-defense fainted.

“Did you see it? Where did you see it? ”

“At the non-ballroom of the capitol commander. ”

Youngho replied.