Desire

".. not necessarily, don't you think?"

When the shamanstones of the White Master shut their mouths. On his behalf, he opened the door to the slaughter. Azin stares at his face without a beard. As thin as a well-forged blade, he glances at Ajin with three hundred moves.

"A hundred years have passed. They -- I mean, there's no guarantee that the bridge was them a hundred years ago. If they were them a hundred years ago, they'd have suffered a terrible defeat and a terrible failure... indeed."

"Who are you?"

I know. The Butcher Doorway, the No-Show Court. Despite knowing it, the question was to express his own complaint about him. Upon Ajin's inquiry, the congressman bowed his head with a slight look down.

"The crest of the slaughterhouse is called the No-Show Court."

"Oh, right. So, Slaughterhouse, what do you want to say?"

Azin stares at him and asks. The Butcher opened his mouth to Azin's gaze, blinking a few times.

"Those who have suffered losses and failures in the past, will they try to follow the same process again a hundred years ago? That's the question.

"A hundred years have passed. Even if I thought about revenge, I would have done a few hundred. Even if I pledge revenge every day, it is 360 years."

"So, you think they went back a hundred years to avenge themselves?"

"Then why did they show up again? Imagine why you silenced for a hundred years and then pirated a year ago to proclaim the existence of the martyrdom and exterminate the southernmost Ottoman tribe at the end of a year of silence."

"A hundred years ago."

The congressman opened his mouth.

"The critical contribution to the apocalypse of the Church was the cult. Even the Heavenly Demon who was the Bishop of the Church, and the Heavenly Demon Guard who followed him. The killing of the Celestial Horse was the killing of the five cult masters, and the killing of the Thousand Guards was an honor of the Muslims."

"I see what you're trying to say."

Azin bursts out a low smile. He touches his chin and looks at you. Azin's eyes became sharper.

"A hundred years ago, Safa bowed her head in fear of a splash of fire. At that time, the power of the sect was at its peak, and Safa was under pressure from the Church and could not regain its power. The call of martyrdom gave rise to blindness, and it took a hundred years for the safa to bow its head... and now, we're barely holding our heads up."

"You don't have to fall and hurt your knee while you're setting up the stone."

You were right. The northern bridge inevitably collides with the waves. Up, up, starting with the Hannam wave. The bloodline in the north is not affected by the Bridge.

But think about it. The power of the bridge I've been preparing for a hundred years. Azin didn't want to underestimate him. Azin recalled the eclipse. There was a man in her young body who was comparable to the blood of one swordsman who was regarded as the Safa Three. It was only a few years before the hands of an unmanned missionary named Razor Sword Blade jumped into the breath of the infamous Swordsman.

Is that negligible power? There is no reason for blood blindness to enter. Rather, it is ideal to profit from the fragmentation and bridges.

But the power of the bridge cannot be measured. There is also a promise with the Passover Forest. The existence of the eclipse is a significant part of the existence of the North Sea Ice Palace. In order to control the North Sea Ice Bow, we need to secure the identity of the eclipse. At least, not yet.

Azin glances at the salt. Salt was staring at Azin. He was expecting an answer from Azin.

Safa.

Unmanned.

Unconscionable. Unconscious. Salt was inflamed by such a safa. What I said when I brought him in was to reform the current safa. I'm going to make a pig human. If you're not a pig, what choice do you have now? Unclear choice? Unclear and unwarranted choice? Azin opens his mouth.

"I will work with the Muslim blind."

I said it without hesitation. In saying this, the eyes of the Safa Collectors, including the plaintiff and the dandruff, were greatly opened. Azin slowly turned his gaze and looked at everyone, taking their gaze. The moment the congressman opens his mouth, Azin raises his hand to block his words.

"Bridge is the enemy of the Moorish. Those who slaughtered the Septon and the Safa. Then they will come back a hundred years later and try to recapture what happened a hundred years ago."

Ajin stretches out his hands widely.

"Of course, we have nothing to lose by silence. Electrically, yes, but in the end, Moorish is a world where people live. If a sectarian Muslim had destroyed the bridge through a loss of power, people would have remembered the sect that destroyed the bridge. While the sect engraves its name in history, we will be remembered as just silent."

"After all, history..."

"That history has kept Safa's head down for a hundred years."

Azin stares at you.

"The bloodthirsty are built to forget the hundredth year of humiliation. I won't say it again. Blood blindness will concentrate on getting rid of the Bridge in cooperation with the sectarian Muslims."

No objections. The sheer force emanating from her body was strongly arguing about it. The court shrugged its shoulders in the gaze of Azin. But his eyes finally did not avoid the pain.

"And then?"

Your doctor asked.

"If you have succeeded in working with the sectarian Muslim blind to bring down the bridge, So what do you do next?"

"The Butcher sees a distant future."

Azin bursts out a low smile.

"What do you think we should do after that? If only we could get rid of the bridges and restore peace to the Moorish people. And then?"

Azin asked again. The congressman silenced as he tried to answer Moore. Looking at him, Azin smiles slowly.

"There can't be two tigers in one mountain."

*

"Collaboration with the Muslim blind."

After the meeting ended, Azin remained in the conference room under the command of the salt. Salt mutters, pouring tea directly into Azin's cup. Azin nods, taking the car he gave with both hands.

"Unfair, unstable. If that is the current safari, we should act justly and consensually."

"How many people will take it? Most of them think Safa doesn't need any justice and cooperation."

"If you are not human, you will eventually become an animal. Didn't the Lord feel devastated?"

Asin's question silenced Salt's lips. Ajin raises his cup politely. A pale green car flowed into his lips.

"Fragments and safaris."

Ajin puts down his cup of tea.

"One root after all. There's a difference between the direction of the shaman and how to use the shaman. Not everyone can be good, not everyone can be bad. There could be more evil in the sect, there could be more righteous in the sect."

"Do you want to get rid of that distinction?"

The salt bites in a quiet voice. Azin did not immediately answer, but smiled thinly.

"I just thought the distinction was ridiculous. I didn't think it was necessary to divide it between the sperm and the safa. After all, it's lumpy. That's what started it. I think we need to go back to the beginning."

"It's a long tradition. It's already a culture."

"If it's a worthless tradition and a worthless culture, I don't think the department will care. As long as there is blood blindness, everyone will be a safari. And then there might be a whole new concept of spermatozoa and safa in the safa. I just want to get rid of it."

"... a story of the far future. The script is a story of the future that we cannot see."

The salt nods and mutters. You don't fit in with Safa. Azin stares at the face of the salt horse. Born as the successor of the Killer Gate, it became the crest of the Killer Gate with outstanding talent and effort. But salt water didn't go so well with Safa's best observation. He was a man who would have become a brutish oath if he had been born in a sect. Follow the righteous, follow the agreements. You want to follow.

'Because it was something I couldn't have, I want it strongly. It's the same after all.'

It's called the crescent doorway. A safa that doesn't fit your ideals. Salt was eventually frustrated and sat down. He became Safa's greatest master, the crest of the slaughterhouse, but did not try to change anything with his own power. It became his great excuse to be old.

And Azin scratched his itch. Salt told him on behalf of his dream and told him the world he wanted. That's how we got salt cooperation. I will continue to do so.

"I'll go to the Pharisee myself. I will meet the oath there, and inform them that the bloodlines will cooperate with the sectarian Muslims."

"Do you think the Muslim blind will accept it?"

The salt bites. Azin nods, smiling.

"There's no reason to refuse. They know very little about blood blindness. And Muslim blindness is a burden on blood blindness, and it's trying to control it. Naturally, the blind have lost most of their power over a long period of time. Suddenly, the Safa, who didn't care about that, joined forces and became blind. They were also anxious to find out about bloodblindness."

Je Gal Yeon came several times. What was the purpose of bloodblindness?

"There's no reason for them to refuse our cooperation. Although the power of the sect that had been scattered by the exploration of the martyrdom would be massive, the Hannam tribe, which was already one of the Old Testament, was destroyed by the bridge. If the rumor does not exaggerate, it was only fifteen, including the thousand horses, that destroyed the Hannam Clan. The total power of the Bridge is uncertain, and unless the Muslims are ready, there is no reason for them to refuse our cooperation."

"You're trying to clear your debt to the rabble."

Salt nods. Ajin nodded his head as well.

"What do you think is needed for the change?"

Azin asks. Salt pauses for a moment and shakes her head. "I don't know what you're talking about." Salt's words make Jinn smile low.

"Change. What do you think people need to change?"

"Isn't it your own desire to change?"

"Environment."

Without hesitation, Azin replied.

"Why do you have a desire to change yourself? because of the surroundings and the environment. What's around. Who's next? What are they talking about? What do they want? How they treat me."

Ajin touches the teacup.

"People change. No one stays the same. The same is true for groups of people. If we treat people as animals and treat them as animals, he becomes an animal, not a man. But if everyone around him thinks he's not an animal, After all, the beast becomes human."

One who didn't know empathy became empathetic to others. Azin, who loved only himself, fell in love with someone else.

"Collaborate with the Muslim blind and drive out bridges. Negotiation and righteousness that Safa does not. It's about throwing little stones at the hearts of people in the current safa. Go on, go on. Throwing stones... The stones are getting bigger. Small waves will be big waves."

Azin looks into the eyes of the salt.

"Safa is not safa. Just be human. Isn't that what the oath wanted?"

He laughed. A joyful smile. He doesn't answer, but smiles for a while.