Desire

“Is it okay to send it back that way? ”

Persian asks. Azin shrugs as he looks at the closed door. “We don't need to have a meaningless conversation, do we?” He smiles and puts the documents back on the table. Stubbornness and arrogance towards Jegalyeon was because there was nothing good to come into contact with the blind in the line now.

The position of the line changed. As long as the salt had given all authority to Azin, Azin was no different from the real master of the bloodline, even though he was a blind man. Everything he says has a heavy responsibility and makes sense. If you talk to the Muslim blind and give them a reason to be, it can be a collision with the Muslim blind. Only rumors and facts about the fact that Blood Munich, the blind man of the bloodline, can be forcefully returned to Jegalyeon. But what if I were to speak directly to the Muslim envoy and tell him a misleading story? How it spreads, how it spreads.

Blood-borne blindness was a newly created blindness, but it has been a place of advanced blindness for centuries. No matter how loosened by peace, the influence of blindness cannot be ignored. So now is not the time. We don't know if we can send a man in a position that is truly invincible to Ajin, but we can reject Jegal-yeon and Jegal-yeon, the four soldiers, by force and arrogance.

“The Samaritan Union. ”

The smell of raw snow twists my chin and says, He glances at Azin, sitting there and smiles in relief. “You look pretty good.” The muttering words make Jinn smile low.

“Is that so?”

“It's the best you can do right now. It takes too long to raise a doorway. ”

It would have been enough for a year to make it the first of the sapphires. However, if we want to go beyond the Safa first and then the Murim first, we may have to catch it for ten years.

“There was too much power hidden. ”

“The Moorish have always had many hidden journalists. ”

Safa, sect, bridge. The power of Azin to this day. They are not the end. If there is a great war, the journalists who left Moorish long ago will be revealed. We don't know how many and how strong they will be.

So I formed the Safa Alliance. Gathering the power of Safa together, gathering the will together. Doing so will draw Safa's Eunuch in this direction.

“I don't intend to start a war right away. At least not with the sperm. ”

Even if it's not a friendly relationship. His words narrowed the eyes of Raw Snow. She opens her mouth, thinking for a moment.

“Is it because of the church? ”

“Yes.”

Azin nods and replies. The reason for creating the Safa Coalition is for the big picture. And not yet hostile to the faction in order to deal with the bridge. We don't know exactly why the Namhae Bridge is silent, but it is clear that Mahjo is preparing for the Murim punishment again in the words of the eclipse. Their silence for more than a year must be for a reason.

“If the bridge breaks, they will undoubtedly repeat what happened a hundred years ago. Punishment. We don't know how powerful the martyrs are, and we don't know how powerful their monarch, Thousand Horses, is. After all, there's nothing definitive, so it's probably best to be associated with the Muslim blind. ”

“An enemy of the enemy is a friend. It's a common story.”

“I don't want to be your friend. ”

Ajin smiles thinly. When the work of the Church is done, the next thing you know, you'll have to clean up your faction. What happens next? If we clear the waves, if we unite our armies...

‘That's a long story. ’

The Bridge hasn't even started its activities yet. There are a lot of problems to solve right now. Azin swallows his breath and looks at the mountain of paperwork piled up like a mountain. “.. will you help me?” Azin glances at the scent of Raw Snow and asks. She looks at the document and shakes her head in disgust.

“I didn't want to do it even when I was a bishop. ”

“Then who did you order? ”

“Hmph, Bon Girls were the best. Who could refuse what Mother Nature had asked? ”

The black snow scent was grisly, breathtaking. So, in the end, he didn't want to do it, so he made his men do it. Azin kicked his tongue to see the appearance of such raw snow.

“Then what did Master do? ”

“What the hell. Busy doing nothing. The bishop is such a creature. The strongest man on the summit! ”

The smell of Raw Snow clenches my fist.

“So, what's the job? ”

“I did not. That was pretty fun. Among the men who had seen the military in Maine's Bridge, there was a man called Mahnung. He was a brilliant man to use his head. But he had a funny habit. It was more nauseating than funny. ”

The scent of Raw Snow frowns.

“He snores with his hands when he thinks to himself. And he eats the nose sack. ”

Azin's face distorted and he looks disgusted by Persian.

“That was the only downside. That was quite a face you had there. She used to leave work for him and go hang out, but he asked her one day." My lord, do you know how many people there are in the Myeong Cheol Legion? ’I don't know what the big question is. Then he sighed. I didn't say anything, but my heart was boiling, so I decided to humiliate him. ”

I thought you said you were busy doing the work.

“How?”

“Not long. I hid in his room, started digging for snot while processing his paperwork, and then I came out screaming. No! Military, why are you eating snot?! ”

Raw snow caught my stomach and laughed. Ajin does not smile. Persian doesn't smile either. The scent of Raw Snow was pale and said.

“That was a masterpiece! Since then, he never complained, no matter how much she left behind. All right? If you're a smart guy, you gotta squeeze your muscles so you don't crawl up. They're arrogant because they're drunk on good things. ”

I shouldn't be leading like that. Ajin thought to himself.

*

“Ready?”

“All hail. As soon as you give the order. ”

The faithful bow their heads. Thousand horses were backpacking and looking at the sea. When I first came here, He hated the sea. I had to hate him. When I first came here, it was a hundred years ago, and the horse was a ten-year-old boy.

It was a horrific journey. Bridge was public in Moorish, and the main mountain was collapsed and there was no way out. Forward as it breaks down a clogged subway tunnel. I barely made it out of the sewers and onto the boat. It was cold winter, and the breeze on the sea was even colder. I traveled across the North Sea to Gracia, and sailed back across Gracia from the South Sea. And all the way, all the way.

It took me three years to get here to an island without a name. I dreamed of taking down the inhabitants of the island and rebuilding the bridge. Crazy as a skullcap, he went out to sea when the skullcap was blocked.

I hated the sea. I didn't have any good memories. The first time I saw the sea was when I escaped from the bridge, and the long, boring voyage drove me crazy as a child. This place is the sea, that place is the sea. The only thing looking around is the blue waves. The calm sea is a vicious pervert, a monster who wants to crush and devour everything when the weather is bad. I remember, when I was a kid, I lost control of this body. On the day of the storm, he fell into the sea, and one of his henchmen rescued him and swallowed him instead.

That's when I found out. If he tries to die, someone else will die for him. He was in that position, and he should never have died. He was the hope of the martyrdom and the martyrdom itself.

I continued to look at the sea. Whenever I wanted to give up, I looked at the sea. I think of my enemies beyond the sea. I think of Moorish. I remember those who died for me. Live. Live. I remembered Mother's words, holding hands tightly, and martial artists who died in order to penetrate the secret passage. The brothers who escaped him and died instead.

“I see.”

He said with a thin smile. He looked back at the sea. The fillet glanced at the side of the thousand horses.

Ten years since I met 1,000 horses. He was with Thousand Horses on their side. However, there was little he knew about the Heavenly Horse. What his name is, how old he is. The fillet swallowed the saliva. Thousands are young. At least, not on the surface. I should have been thirty. Young face, less wrinkles. Handsome, but Thousand Horse's head and eyebrows were leaking white.

And that strength. When I first saw Thousand Horses, I couldn't hold his fist. All he could do was get down on his knees and chant for himself. The Celestial Horse was a creature that subdued its opponent by being alone and was incapable of forming hostility.

Only a madman thinks the sky is taller than he is and wants to kill it. The caterer was not a madman.

“It took longer than I thought. ”

“.. I'm sorry. ”

“No, I don't blame you. ”

Thousand Horses raised their heads. He smiles thinly. The weather was nice. He looked up at the sky and looked up at his loyalties.

“Imperative law.”

“Yes.”

“What do you see in the Scripture? ”

A sudden question blocked the words of the faithful. But he soon replied. “I'm looking at the king.” In the answer of his loyalty, he laughed low. For a long time, he shakes his head.

“A king. A king... is that the highest you can think of? ”

“.. Yes? ”

He hesitated and asked again, filling the thousand words. In response, Thousand Horses shrugged.

“It's nothing. I just thought it was too small. ”

Song Go-Hyung.

“I'm not blaming you. If the tallest thing you know is a king, yes. It's a good thing for the script. ”

CheonMa smiled and said. He turns around, turning his back on the sea. There, the elite martyrs who had finished preparing waited for the thousand horses to speak with their knees to the ground. The wind blows and the thousand horses wiggle their gray hair. I felt irritated. The wind stops. The gray hair settles quietly.

“Introduction.”

“Yes!”

He was kneeling at the head of the crowd and lifted his head. Thousands of horses smiled at the smiling face of the eclipse.

“How old are you? ”

“Thirteen! ”

He replied with a clear voice. Thousand horses nodded their heads and looked at him.

“How old are you? ”

“Twenty-seven! ”

Jiun grunts. He laughs low. He looks at the code, but does not ask her anything. Instead, what he saw was others.

“New Horse Sword Master, how old are you? ”

“Fifty-six. ”

“New Blood Coward. How old are you? ”

“Fifty-four. ”

“Lord Shinma, how old are you? ”

“Here comes the sixty-one. ”

“Reverse Wheel Master, how old are you? ”

“Sixty-one. ”

“Great Sage, how old are you? ”

“Eighty-three. ”

Thousand horses laughed low. Every time he laughs, the air shivers.

“You're the oldest of the Thousand Horsemen. Yeah... eighty-three. Are any of you older than the Great Sage? ”

No one answered.

“Eighty-three years if you can't. ”

Thousands looked up at the sky. That's low. Thousand horses grin.

“You were born here, and you lived here. Some have seen beyond the sea, but many have not. ”

He slowly spoke and looked down.

“So, let's go. ”

Thousand Horses raised their hands.

“Beyond the sea. ”