Desire

“... a lowlife! ”

The salt burst into awe. He rubs his chin and stares at Ajin. Azin, who was staring at the angle, turned his gaze to the salt. The salt nods slowly and mutters.

“I see. There was a cretin. Why didn't I think of that? ”

“Did you know? ”

Asin's question, Salt nods loudly. Salt thought for a moment, then said.

“You have no idea. They're great masters. Maybe 30 years ago they left Moorim in hiding. At the time, he was a young, bloodthirsty master. ”

The salt coughs as if it were awkward even speaking for itself. As soon as the name "crescent" appeared, the faces of the Sapa Musketeers turned white, but on the contrary, their faces were a little stiff. The only information I heard about the crescent clusters in Changyeong-lu was that Azin didn't really know how great they were.

“I'm serious about rocking the earth with my fists, rolling the feet. These two were the priests of the Safa Moors 30 years ago. Technically, they don't belong to the sect, the Safa, either, but... those people that the throne saw were closer to the Safa. ”

“Have you ever actually seen it? ”

Ajin looks surprised and asks. Salt nods, smiling bitterly.

“Didn't I tell you, there was a lot of blood at the time? He challenged me for no reason and was beaten to death. You still remember. Thousands closed their eyes and only used their left hand to beat the basket. After the wound healed, I challenged him again, and this time he closed his eyes and ran around with only one leg and smashed the ribs on the throne. ”

You're a clumsy bunch. Azin thinks, listening to the story of the salt. I don't know how great the salts of my youth were, but it seemed that they were not good people after waiting for the wound to heal and beating again.

“Twins of the underworld... they could fight three days in pairs. I've never heard of triplets and doubles. If you compare the current location to the previous twin, I honestly don't think the current location has reached them yet. If they're still alive and they've broken through the walls... we might be able to do a thousand things. ”

Salt convinced me. He nodded his head and looked at the angle. He shredded his rosebud and looked at Ajin.

“I'll find the Underworld. ”

He said briefly. The story immediately ended. He sent men to the bottomless world to bring the Feast of Mushrim, and here he decided to spread the word and chase the Twin Goblins. In the murmur, the story came to an end. Towards Azin, who was listening to the story going back, he opened his mouth.

“Tell me the truth. ”

He glances at Azin's face and rolls his rosary. “What?” Asin narrows his eyes.

“Here, among the living. You are the only one who has ever experienced the power of martyrdom. You think we can stop the bridge. ”

“Wrong story, I swear. ”

Azin shakes his head, smiling bloody.

“What we need to stop is not a bridge, but a thousand horses. The monster who is the Lord of the Church. Finding the Red Cross, finding the Underworld Twins. Not because they're afraid of religion, but because they're afraid of the Emperor. None of us here can break the Grand Examination alone, and none of us can treat the throne like a child. Thousand horses did all that. ”

The rumbling stops. Azin looks at everyone's faces one by one.

“If everyone in this room comes forward... I don't know. In the eyes of the throne, the thousand horses won't take long to kill us all. ”

“You're arrogant. ”

The silent sword spits out. At this point, Azin turned his gaze and looked at the sword. The sword looked a little uncomfortable. It was the only way to do it. The sword was another teacher of Devello's, and Devello was brutally defeated by Azin at the Blind Hound. The disciple and his fierce nephew who fought martial arts are now equally positioned here, and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable because they laughed at him.

“Arrogance. Honestly. ”

Azin grins with his teeth bared. His eyebrows twitched. The sword's aura shifts sharply toward Azin. Ajin pulls his chin back slightly.

“Perhaps the sword has too much of itself in it. Well, you have no choice. Swordsmanship. It's a beautiful star. The emperor of swords, by the way. ”

Azin's eyes narrowed.

“The Sword of the Sword is no better than the Sword of the Heaven. ”

The air freezes cold. Earlier, Ajin told me that holding a thousand horses by himself was only a mild entertainment. Against such a thousand horses, the Sword Sword Sword has been an unmanned man all his life. The sword he wielded in his lifetime is no better than the sword he wielded as entertainment. It was a terrible insult, and the face of the Magenta was frozen cold. As she feels the air frozen in her words, she smiles bloody.

“This is it. I don't think I said anything. But the Lord didn't tell me. Tell me the truth. The whole point was to be honest. ”

“Can you take responsibility for that? ”

The swordsman stares at Azin and asks. Azin shrugs.

“Why do you hold the throne accountable? I just said what I felt. Or should I say that the sword of the sword is better than the sword of the thousand horses? But I don't feel like it. How can I say that? It's a joke about the sword. ”

The swordsman chewed his lower lip well. He sighs and turns his gaze away from Azin. The energy from pressing azin disappeared from all sides. “I see.” The silent grin opens its mouth. He shakes his head, scraping the rosary.

“I haven't seen Thousand Horses in person, but I can see he's a great master. Haha. Did the ghost that disappeared a hundred years ago come back as a monster? ”

The grin creaks, muttering.

“This is as far as meetings go. Let's get to the bottomless pit as soon as possible, and let's solve the rumors and chase down the twins. And the rest...”

He paused for a moment. He closed his eyes and spoke.

“.. take care of yourself. You can't just wallow in here like a turtle. ”

*

An emissary, led by the Sword Sword and the Twin Moon Sword Zone, left for Mt. Gongyul in search of the Passover. In the synagogue, he tried to find three feasts by himself, but Azin didn't have to do it because he moved like that. Rumors that spread around the Longevity Monk will turn the tide in search of the Twin Worlds. And then...

The amusement park was captured, where there were recruiters, fortune tellers, and Jongnam tribes. Although there was no significant loss of power because almost all the factions had come to the line after escaping, the fact that two of the Old File Rooms were burned down and trampled by the fancy mansions of the Recruiters greatly degraded the prestige of the faction. The Moorish people were chattering, and Bridge was terrified.

And the commander got drunk.

The shameless estramorwn shrugged their nerves like blades instead of becoming depressed. I was constantly quarreling over something stupid. Even though the worst Muslim blinders insisted on restraining themselves, those who came from different places and lost their homes were not afraid of the tyranny of Muslims. Even the Muslim blind couldn't hold them back.

“It's up to us to bow our heads. ”

The Bloody Blind Soldier, Marneem Mungyeong, said. He tapped his finger on his knee and stared at the face of azin and salt.

“Pretty much blind, to be exact. There are currently four places that are affected by the bridge. It's an amusement park, a hawk, a crib, an arcade. Bridges trampled half of the jungle. And while that was going on, the blind literally did nothing. All they did was crouch down and gather people together. ”

You can't just crouch like a turtle. That's what he said at the last meeting. He said that, but his current behavior is no different than that of a turtle. A turtle that hid its head in its shell because it was afraid.

“If you don't feel threatened by the prosecution of the church, you don't have to do it unless you're in the Old Room or the Sixth generation. You throw away the doorway and you throw away the shameless. If you unwrap the hero's head, put down your weapons and blend into the nursing home, how will the Bridge filter them out and kill them? ”

“Those who have can't. ”

Azin mutters. The pitchfork nods.

“They have too much to throw away. The honor of being a disciple of a great cause. Proud to be part of the great Sega. Not all of us have that honor and pride. Eventually, they had to bow their heads. Please help me. I have to protect Moo-Rim. But."

The cerebellum shakes its head slowly.

“Times have changed. A hundred years ago, when Bridge was subjugated, it was the age of the speaker. There were a lot of righteous people who couldn't tolerate injustice. Hundreds of years ago, when Mahidol insisted that he would eat rice, journalists hiding in the beginning of the night stood up and confronted the church. So naturally, it was a Muslim blind spot, and Bridge was defeated. But not right now. The age of the speaker was late, and a long, sticky peace was eating everyone's minds and minds. The child of the speaker became a shaman, and he drank alcohol as a peace offering, and the haircutters coveted the woman. There are not many people who would give up their lives and their lives against the bridge in this age. ”

“The Muslim blindness, the center of the sectarian jungle, has already lost its power. They fought over power, carved themselves up and bit each other. In the end, all that remained was a remnant of the blind. I announced my statement against Mahidol to comfort the Moorish, but in the end, this is what I looked like. I am ashamed of the murmuring of those outside the forest, and I am not ashamed of their drinking and stumbling and punching. It's a fucking contradiction."

Ajin kicks his tongue and shakes his head. He pours a drink into his cup.

“What the Bridge wants is you. ”

Azin mutters, raising his glass slightly toward salt. The cerebellum raises the cup and the salt raises the cup. The three glasses were struck lightly.

“As long as the Thousand Horses are strong, he will be careful. Bridge crouched for a hundred years and prepared for a hundred years. They have no more backing. One way or another, Bridge will have to swallow the mosquito. The thousand horses are arrogant tyrants who cut down the swordsmanship of the sword, Purity and Wudang, but they do not march to the ranks with their mighty horsemen. They move through the darkness, hiding in plain sight, leading to unilateral consumption. ”

“The crotch rains eventually get the clothes wet. Already the sperm forest was half wet and crushed. They lost their way back and lost their symbolic honor, and they became a flock of worthless pigeons scratching each other. Muslim blindness cannot be controlled and I ask you to keep your head down. ”

The muttering azin takes a sip.

“The wound festers and decays. So far, Safa has taken no damage. The blood dragon squad was damaged. The bridge has yet to advance to the north, where Safa Gate's stronghold is. The waves were damaged, and the safa was not harmed. And...”

“To put it bluntly, Bridge is a safari. ”

The door put down the glass.

“They will not be pleased with us. ”

Them.

I wasn't referring to the bridge.