Desire

Meet quietly, discreetly.

The mood of the light was not much different from that of Mather. However, is it a little more prolific? It took me a little more than a month to arrive from Martha to Gwangyang because I did not rush the schedule.

Gwangyang was just below Unbong, the north-western tip of Jinsun. A hundred years ago, there was no Moorish Gateway at this time. Ever since the fall of the bridges, no wave has been thinking of placing itself on the pole. It was not as snowy as the North Sea ice arch at the far end of the northeast, but it was cold and barren.

On the contrary, Gwangyang was an advanced city. The proportion of colored people and Demihumans appeared to be greater than Marzor, and the streets were peaceful. As soon as Azin unpacked, he immediately left for the slaughterhouse.

The Killer Gate was located in the center of the city in Guangyang Castle. The building was large and magnificent, and the front door was beautiful. The size of the building is bigger than blood. It's a little smaller than a Muslim building. Ajin thought, looking at the big gate.

I didn't stop by the lodge, I went straight to the observation gate. The Persian and Raw Snow scents stand in his shadow. I don't think so, but if Salt was hostile to him, I was going to run away with Persian help. Of course it's always the worst. Azin approaches the tightly closed gate.

“What can I do for you? ”

The inscription on the sign above the gate was magnificent and full of vigor. As he looked up at it for a moment, he looked at the gatekeeper looking at him. You're strong. Ajin was impressed. Given the perceived strength and peering vigor, it seemed to be about the promotion of the bloodline. No, maybe more. The Safa Gate is the best gateway. That should do it.

“Here to see the doorway. ”

You do not bow your head. Not a Sukil location. Ajin gives a relaxing smile, and the gatekeeper stops smiling and narrows his eyes. “Do you have an appointment?” Asin shakes his head at that question.

“I didn't make any promises. ”

“This is the Slaughterhouse. ”

The gatekeeper replies. He shrugs. “I came to you in a hurry, and I couldn't make any promises.” The gatekeeper once again examines the pain. Although it was dressed neatly, it did not give me the feeling of inner space. His face is young and he smiles all the time, and he seems to see the nausea.

But it is not trivial. Knowing an opponent by impressing them in the Moorish is only for young people. The gatekeeper politely asked again.

“I'll put the words inside. Name...”

“Ajin.”

Ajin replied, struggling.

“The crest of the bloodline. It's called Hematoma for the three of us. ”

The gatekeeper stopped speaking. His face is tense. After the immediate treatment, the bloodstream entered the pulmonary tract for a year, and the pulmonary tract was closed a few months ago. The famine that was raging in the millennium showed disrespect to the bloodstream, and his tongue was plucked out. I haven't heard a rumor that the bloodstream has left the bloodstream. The gatekeeper carefully asked.

“Can you prove it? ”

“Do you want to see it with your body? Or do you want to see it? ”

Azin smiled and asked. The gatekeeper silenced his lips. The gatekeeper looks at the pain for a moment and replies.

“... with my own eyes. ”

“Excellent choice. ”

Ajin grins. He pulls the blood out of his chest and hands it to the gatekeeper. “You can't kill Mundo, can you?” With a smile, the gatekeeper shuts his mouth and looks at the bloodbath. In fact, I couldn't tell what it was. All you can see is the word Blood, carefully embossed on a palm-sized hand. Azin looked at the gatekeeper's face and asked.

“Not enough?”

“No, no, no. I will post the word in the first place. Could you please wait a moment? ”

“I'll wait.”

I smiled and replied. After that, a period of time passed. The gatekeeper walked in and out of the door for a moment, looking at the pain with a tense face. Azin looked at those who turned and passed by. If Marco's streets were free, the spectrum was calm and understated.

“I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

The gatekeeper's attitude changed. He bows his head. Azin turns away smiling. “The main thing is to come to the top and make it difficult. You don't have to bow your head.” The gatekeeper swallows a gulp at the words of Azin.

“The Lord himself replied. Be respectful. ”

“You're embarrassing me. Open the door, lead the way. That's enough. ”

The gate opens. The gatekeeper stands in front of Azin and guides him. Azin walks behind him and looks around. Azin compared to the blood. The capital of the building, the size of the building. The slaughterhouse stood in front of him in all respects. There was theft in the disciples' movements, and there was no gridlock. Did the training go well or did it show? Either way, it's not easy. I don't want to lose to a sledgehammer and a chuck.

‘If we stick to the front, we'll lose. ’

It was a cold conclusion. The first battle is lost. What about later? Blood relatives have the advantage that most of their pupils are players. If you continue to fight with your weapon that you will not die... if you go to war long term, your blood wins.

The gatekeeper stopped in front of an artificially constructed pond. Azin looks at the elegant sperm erected on the pond. “Climb aboard,” the gatekeeper says. As if no further guidance was needed, he bows his head and retreats back.

You cross the bridge, and over the ledge, a beautiful lotus flower and carp swim. You climb the steps through the bridge, into the sperm.

“You came out of nowhere. ”

You hear a voice. At the end of the sperm, the salt stands behind you. He looks at him and smiles, and he bows his head.

“I'm sorry."

“No, there's no need to apologize. I'm glad to hear it's been a hostile car lately. ”

The salt laughs. He didn't change that much a year ago. It was still a strong middle-aged figure. It is in contrast to the fall of the happy spirit. The difference between crossing the wall and not crossing it. “Have a seat." Salma suggests a seat. Ajin sits politely in front of him.

“I heard you pulled out the tongue of the phoenix. ”

“You insulted me. ”

“Honor is important. The higher you are, the more so. Anything out of the ordinary needs to be crushed and listened to. The endangered threat was rubbish.If you insist on insisting on it, it's just like the lake. If you have learned radishes, you should be ashamed of them. ”

The salt grins.

“It's better to pull out a tongue that knows nothing about the subject and flirts lightly. ”

Watch what you're saying. Ajin smiles thinly. Salt bursts into laughter as she looks at the silent smile. “The old man had a lot to say. Would you like a drink?” He picks up the bottle on the table and asks.

“How could I refuse? ”

The salt laughs. The cup of azin is filled with wine.

“But why are you suddenly here? You didn't come here to see the face of the throne. ”

“What do you think of the current safa? ”

I. Ajin gets a bottle from Salt Horse and fills his cup. His eyes narrowed as he listened to Azin.

“What a sudden story. What do you mean?”

“The current safa is not like the safa. ”

Azin laughs. He puts down the bottle. Salt lowers her cup and looks at Azin's face.

“In what way? ”

“I'm young. ”

It was a different answer.

“Very little experience with the Moorish. I've only been through this for a couple of years. But I've heard a lot about it. About Safa, about Moorish. What about the current safa? The doorman said," If you insist on disagreeing with the Safari, you are no better than the lake of Parak. "That's exactly right. The current safa is unstable. It's wrong.”

Salt did not answer. His silence made him sick.

“Hundreds of years ago, religion gave Moorish dominance to sects. Safa became aware of the wave. It's not peace. Safa didn't lift her head because she was afraid of the waves. The reality is that even though I learned radishes, I have no heart for nothing, and I am filled with people wanting to fulfill my self-interest. If you're a hypocrite, you're not a hypocrite. ”

“So.”

“I embraced the dream of being young. I wanted to be unique and unique. I wanted to change it. I was young. But a year into the lungs, he turned himself in. ”

The salt lifts the cup. The cup of azin and salt was struck lightly.

“Not available.”

I emptied the glass and put it down.

“The doorman said to me, He's counting on me. The current currents of Moorish are being picked up by the waves. That was a hundred years ago. Unlike the sect with the ambiguity of the Muslim blind, there is nothing on the safa. The only thing that exists is the unfortunate and unstable lake. ”

“I'll change that. ”

“I need the help of the doorman. ”

I looked him straight in the eye. I didn't even kneel. I didn't even look down. I asked you nicely. That would be better. Salt says it's injustice, it's unstable. That's the reality of the current safa. They're not ruling over themselves, they're just trying to take care of me under someone else's thumb. At least that's what salt looks like. That's what the salt said.

“If the sect's foreign-blindness has united the sect, the Safa can have it. The age of the doorway is not yet over. ”

The salt fills her glass without a word. He takes a sip of the glass and looks back. He stared at the pond and said,

“It's not too late, Ra. ”

Salt smiles low.

“What do you expect from an old man? ”

“You know that. ”

Azin laughs.

“Become an oath. ”

Salt did not answer. Azin picks up a bottle and fills it with salt cups. The salt empties out his glass again.

“Swear it.”

The salt mutters in a low voice.

“There will be many who do not wish. ”

“It's just the hogs crying for peace and filling their teeth. A hundred years have passed. Those who have are poor, and those who have not are dreaming. ”

“I'm sure you do. ”

The salt sees the face of pain.

“You're young. You're talented, and you have the strength of your fingers. The blood relatives are not lacking even if they are directly beneath the Butcher Gate. If we had time, the Bloodshed would be beyond the Great Sage Gate. You, too.”

“I don't have it. ”

Ajin shakes his head.

“What I'm trying to have hasn't changed before or now. ”

“So, do you want it? ”

“I'm just dreaming. ”

Azin puts his hand on his knee. He looks at the salt, and the salt does not avoid his gaze.

“What about the doorway? ”

“Too old to dream. ”

“So, you threw it away. ”

Salt smiles low.

“I can't stand it. ”

The salt rises up.

“Looks like it's too late for a chase. ”

“It's not too late. ”

Azin smiles, looking at the salt on his back.

“The doorway is a man. ”

The salt glances back at him.

“Big people make big steps. ”