Desire

“Congratulations on becoming the doorbell. ”

Salt smiles and approaches. He was the first one to come say hello to Ajin himself. Perhaps the name of the slaughterhouse Safazel Gate has made most of the unauthorized people here pay attention to him. Azin lowers his head slightly toward the salt. It was a natural courtesy to you.

“I've been trying to find you.”

“It's natural for guests to come to see their owners. ”

Salt said, striking his hand. “It's been three months?” Salt smiled friendly. Azin pauses as he looks at his smile. Why is this old man pretending to be close? Azin stares at the face of the salt horse. I had a few conversations with Salt and Black and White Ones. It wasn't particularly personal. Salt is the birthplace of Safa Moore, and Ajin is the talent behind it. These were the stories we talked about in that relationship. Encourage the successor, respect for the senior.

I'm not on guard.

His successor became a doorbell, leading him to the same line as the salt. It was not limited to the background of the phrase. Azin killed the blood monolith, which was discussed directly under the salt horse, and earned a star called Hematoma. Not only as Moonju, but also as an unmanned person, is equal to salt water.

To be honest, Azin thought salt would be wary of him. Suddenly, he naturally tried to keep his distance from Salt and tried to warn him. However, the smile of the salt was very natural. He familiarly narrows his distance to Azin and taps his shoulder with his hand.

“It must have been hard for Doomsday, too. All flesh is dying, and so is he. I didn't have much familiarity with the door, but the main point was to respect him. I'm glad to have a young man like you around. ”

“Thank you."

At the words of the salt, he bows his head. Salt smiled gladly at the look of that azin. Then he tilts his head slightly toward the pain and asks in a low voice.

“But didn't your master come? ”

Oh, I see. Ajin understood the familiarity of the brine's mother. It was because of the presence of Raw Snow. The power of Raw Snow was surpassing Safa's foremost salt. As a salt, we are cautious of Ajin, a disciple of Raw Snow. No, it's more about caution.

‘I want a friendly relationship. ’

I thought it would be hostile. Azin looks at the salt with fresh eyes. Until the appearance of black snow on the dance floor, Salt was the person who was called Sapa Moor the most. From his point of view, the smell of Raw Snow was like a rock that rolled in from somewhere, and Azin must have been irritating.

‘No, this is my position. ’

Azin swallows a smile to get out. That's what Ajin would have thought. However, there is no guarantee that even salt will think that way because Ajin thinks that way. It turns out that Salt is an unmanned, very common admirer, who may have the ability to recognize someone stronger than himself and extend his hand to his comrade coming up.

Of course it's also, perhaps, a story.

“Master, you ate in the closed tube. ”

“I see. You still have a great workman. A closed tube. I heard there's no end to the path of nothingness, but I guess that's true. ”

Salt bursts into laughter. He did not answer, but smiled at the smile of salt. His smile fades. As he approaches Azin, he speaks in a low voice.

“An envoy from the Muslims has come. ”

“I know. ”

“They're probably watching out for you, too. You're too young. How old did he say he was? ”

“Twenty-five.”

“Twenty-five! What a talent. It's a shame I haven't seen the blood work. ”

The salt laughs.

“The future of the Safa horde is very bright. To tell you the truth, I was under the impression that this era belonged to the factions. Because Safa doesn't have a blind spot, and I don't see a single one of the youngsters out there. On the other hand, how is the spermatozoa? I hate to admit it, but there's a lot of talent in the faction. The swordsmanship is alive and well, and the tidal wave hasn't worn off. ”

The Three Commandments refers to three of the oldest of the Chinese masters in the Sundanese jungle.

“Safa, on the other hand, had a sickness and a weakness, and the Patriarch was busy inflating his power. It's a pity you broke such a delicate balance. When you crushed the swordsman's elite disciple, it felt like you were losing weight. The Swordsman's disciple, who is the most sectarian, was brutally defeated by Safa's young master in front of everyone. The script never imagined that would happen. ”

The salt stops speaking. He gladly smiles and stares at Azin's face. The salt asked.

“Do you know why the script talks to you like this? ”

“.. I'm sorry, I'm not sure. ”

“I have great expectations of you. ”

Salt tapped the shoulder of Azin.

“The script is too old. No matter what I tried, I was afraid to eat first. But you're still young. He's young and brilliant, and he has the power to stand behind him in the doorway. ”

Salt pauses. He smiles gladly.

“The Slaughterhouse is on your side. ”

Leaving that word, the salt turns around and leaves. Azin stands with his head held high and looks at the back of the goat leaving. How do we deal with this? Ajin touches his chin. Salt was fond of Azin. The executioner who put him in the doorway also said he would not be hostile to Ajin.

But do we really have to believe that? The slaughterhouse was Safa's first gateway. Salt is Safa's finest master. An unmanned man in such a position is gentle to his neighbour who threatens him beyond honor and power. Ajin could not comprehend such behavior. He wasn't like that.

‘You cannot take bread and eat it. ’

What if I chewed the cake and it got poisoned inside? Ajin kicks his tongue small. I thought I'd have to watch. Whether Salt would do him a favor and not make him an enemy, as he said.

For starters, Ajin acted to commemorate the banquet. He met the Muslims and greeted them and congratulated them on becoming their doorbell. It was because of his illness that he was unable to attend. As an azin, I didn't have to keep a hard tradition, so I was relieved. Meet people, bow your head, say hello, have a little chat. I was rather used to it.

‘Not everyone is favorable. ’

The Muslims gathered at the first arena are definitely influencers in the current one. Azin greeted the ruler of the Wall. He was an old man with a long white beard. His tax dollars are 100 million gold a month. It was necessary to maintain a deep relationship with the Holy Spirit. It is because it is easier to operate in the area. A hundred million gold is not a big waste as it is to tolerate a group with swords for money.

“The Blood Dragons are doing a great job. If we leave it like this, we'll be able to win the right to trade smoothly. ”

Gold smiled and said. Hundreds of blood dragons have now gone to Gracia with the Golden Ladder. Exclusive trade routes with the Hizen Mine will be a great opportunity for the Gold Cabinet Merchants Guild. Of course, the benefits of that apply in a slightly different way to Ajin. There is an opportunity for blood to enter Gracia.

Aside from that, Azin spoke to the other merchant guild owners who recently started trading. Afterwards, I said hello to the disciplinary Muslim messenger as if it was nothing.

“Congratulations on becoming a doorbell. ”

The envoys were women named Je Gal-yeon, a purple field officer, and Muslim martial artists. Jegalyeon lowered her head with a slight smile. Azin does not bow his head, but bears her back and greets her. I did not intend to make a relationship with the blind, but I did not intend to bow my head. This is the Wall.

“How are the murals doing? ”

While giving and receiving a light story, he smiled and asked. In that question, Jegal-yeon's smile hardened for a moment. But soon, she was spoken to with a pale face.

“He never really got out of the family, so I didn't hear any special rumors. ”

“I see. Give my regards, if you don't mind." I feel like I was too harsh then. I'm sorry. She's still a woman... but she almost ruined her face. ”

Ajin smiled and said. The soldiers coughed as if they were uncomfortable. Azin laughs and turns away.

“I call it Iron Throne Faith. ”

They stand a little distance, not intermingled with any of the hordes. Ajin takes a light custody of the three looking at him. “Thank you for coming.” Fill the Iron Throne. Ajin thought for a moment. Everyone who came to us as a guest wrote their star sign and name on the list. The stars seemed to be flashing, but I couldn't recall the story of the stars.

“I've been away from Muram for about a decade. Then I came to visit because the blood crest had changed. ”

The fillet said with a expressionless face.

“Is that so?”

“I heard you killed the Gateway doorway. I was a little surprised that you were so much younger than I expected. ”

The fillet glanced back, saying that.

“Stun and no swimming, his disciples. Nothing in particular. This is my first chance. ”

“I see your bloodline. ”

The faceless swimmer bows his head with pride. Zaun greets a little later than that. Azin nods. There seemed to be nothing special. A woman named Swimming Without Character was a plain face, and so was Pride. Loyalty also felt no vigilant force.

“That's a short notice. ”

The faithful opened their mouths. The eyes of the faithful contained a fierce light. Azin turns his head to look at the figs.

“Before I left the Moorish, I traveled through the famed gates and challenged them to no labor. I've never been so lucky to lose. At least to a ruler. Rumor has it... The lord of the bloodline insists on his skill and authority.” “.. but I usually use power and longevity. ”

Ajin replied with a expressionless face. The fillet gives a big nod and shoots Azin.

“Will I be taught a lesson? ”

Suddenly, Azin shuts up for a moment and looks at his loyalty. Ironborn loyalty. For a moment, Azin considers the star and its name, and looks around. The voice of the faithful was too loud. Some were looking at it as interesting.

“.. I didn't plan to hold a banquet. ”

“That's what I came here to do. I don't care if it excites the banquet. ”

“So sudden. ”

“If you meet a strong unarmed person, you can't learn anything without mixing your fists. ”

The faithful do not retreat. Azin sighs low. Even if Azin does not accept the challenge of loyalty, no one will point to him. In the first place, this place is to commemorate Azin becoming the epitome of the bloodline.

“.. it wouldn't be bad to mix your hands lightly. ”

But that's how he replied. He took off the wrapping he was wearing. You hear loud noises around you. Azin rolls up his sleeves. The fillet bows its head deeply and holds its position.

“I'll give you about thirty seconds. ”

“Enough.”

The faithful have answered. If an incident should occur, rumors of it will spread. Iron Throne. I've never heard of it, but if you look at the name you speak or the commotion around you, you must have been a famous tycoon.

Just in time, you have enough audiences, so it shouldn't be too bad to try it as entertainment.