Dragon’s Legacy

Library

As a result, it was no different than before, except that there was one more eater to stay with besides Aru and he had to access a fighting game once a month.

As the poem kept on thinking, Serran stared at the poem for a while and began to read the book the poem brought him. Soon after, I make an interesting face.

In the 21st century, it was unfair to say "king." But the poem clearly understood what Serran was saying. To solve it in a modern way, it was to be that famous and influential. not just to raise cafes and earn a little money in Korea.

Beyond making money, getting recognized by people in the world, and having tremendous influence.... It was an ambition and ambition I would never have imagined before, but now I felt like it would be possible.

The original situation was not intended to be like that. The goal was just to make enough money and live happily and joyfully with the women as socialites have. However, after listening to Toleiman and Serran, I also thought that life would be a waste to live like that.

The poem took an interesting look at Seran, who had given him such advice. He said she had a different range of ambitions. I think it's strange. Do environments make people so different?

However, the eyes of the poet who was looking at Serran naturally turned to his heart. Hyunju thought her breasts were quite big, but Serran seemed to have bigger breasts than Hyunju. The white thin teas are so tight. In particular, the nipple protruding out of the teat was so vulgar that I didn't know that the erected penis would soften.

“There's really no rank here. I'm surprised the kingdom operates like this. ”

Serran was distracted by the book, admiring his elongation. Unlike Aru, who was a princess, Serran understood the system of society and acquired it fairly quickly.

After taking a look at Serran's breasts and vaginas for a moment, he wondered what Serran's abilities were.

“Serrani. ”

“Yes?”

“Do you know Serran's specialties or abilities? ”

“Expertise and ability.... ”

The poem said that Serran turned the book upside down and looked at the poem. Serran was making a somewhat serious face, but it seemed too colorful because of the vagina eating her pants. It looks even more sexy than undressing.

“I don't know what level of world this is, but I'm a wizard in four circles. And I'm also very interested in writing and playing and painting, so I'm proud to be quite good at it. ”

“Painting? What kind of painting do you draw? ”

The word "painting" opened the eyes of the poem. I thought the demonstration was not enough, but I thought that I might be able to help Serran draw comics as well.

“I'm confident in landscapes and still paintings. But why?"

“I have something important to do with that. Would you like to draw it here? ”

The poem took out a piece of paper and a pen and gave it to Serran.

“Let me make this brief. ”

At the request of the poem, Serran draws right away with a pen without any questions. An interior landscape of an officetel is drawn at once or twice. It was a little less than the Magic Circuit, but it was good enough to say that it was great. It's delicate and delicate like a woman, especially eye-catching.

“You draw well. ”

“Is that so? But this pen is amazing. ”

Serran smiles slightly at the compliment of the poem and examines the pen carefully. I don't know how it works, but it was so amazing that only the right amount of ink came out without leaking anything. There was nothing in this world that was not curious. As Serran looks at the pen, he wanders around the house, touching the refrigerator, washing machine, etc., and looks around and is amazed.

Glug.

Then a call came from Chan.

Five o'clock in the afternoon. I somehow missed another class.

[Hello.]

[Brother, is something wrong? I think I'm falling behind these days....]

His voice was filled with worries.

[No. It's not like that...]

[What's going on? Isn't that right?]

Chan asked anxiously, noticing that something had happened just by the voice of the poem.

[Actually, a friend of their parents lives abroad, but they came to Korea because their daughter has a job. But I don't have a place to stay, so I'm staying in my house for a while.]

At your house?]

I was surprised by the words of the poem and said hello. I couldn't help but wonder how strange it was for an estranged woman to live with him.

[Yes, I was going to call ahead, I'm sorry.]

[No, brother. But even with Aru, I think it's a little difficult to be with a girl. You okay?]

[It's okay. We've been friends for a long time.]

[I see.]

I answered with a low voice of praise. They say they are close, but I don't know why they worry so much. No, I was more worried because I was close. You know the charm of the poem. It was really fortunate to have Aru with me. If the poem and the woman were to be alone, they would have opposed it.

[I don't think I'll be able to study today, and I'll go to the cafe later.]

[Yes, I understand.]

The voice of praise was powerless. It seemed that Serran was troubled.

[Oh, brother, can I see him later?]

Oh, well, yeah. Come to my house later. I'll let you meet him.]

[Yes, I understand. See you later.]

[Yes.]

Chan wants to meet Serran in person to see if he can't handle the anxiety. However, unlike the early Aru, Serran was quick to understand and the prescriptions would be fine, so he seemed to have no big problem meeting Chan.

“What's that? Is it some kind of communication magic? ”

When the Pope hung up the phone, an intriguing expression approached him and spoke.

“Sort of. It's a tool that allows you to hear someone's voice from a long distance. ”

“There are so many wonderful things in this world. ”

“I see.”

Serran, who was looking at the phone with a curious eye, sat back on the couch and read. I thought it was first to acquire information about the world.

“You're reading a book. I'm going back to the castle for a while. ”

“Oh, you mean that castle. You can summon any Warp Gate you want. That's the Dragon's product. It's amazing.”

Serran admired each act of the poem.

“You can't go out there. There's a lot of danger out there. ”

“Are there any monsters? I'm a wizard, too, because I can deal with ordinary monsters. ”

“No, no. There are no monsters. And you can't just use magic. It's a world without magic. ”

“Oh, right. There aren't many wizards in the Rohheim Empire, so the common people fear wizards as if they were demons. Something like that. ”

The poem gives serran a nod as if he understood. Definitely understood very quickly

The poem, who was anxiously staring at Serran for a moment, summoned the door and went to Kesron Castle. I searched for items that could be found or tracked among magical items.

[Multipurpose tracker. Write down the information you want to find on the square screen to get the desired result. The target cannot be found with the slightest amount of anti-magic power, so the level of information you can obtain is fairly low.]

There was only one thing I wanted from the lower magical items. There was a huge penalty for not being able to find anyone with anti-horsepower, but there was no penalty for not being able to find anyone on Earth with anti-horsepower.

Serran's work was hectic and he had a lot to teach Serran, but we couldn't just leave the guy who tipped off the truth. No, it was more urgent this way. Due to the nature of the Internet, rumors spread quickly.

The election of a multipurpose tracker that resembles a tablet returned to the officetel.

Fortunately, Serran was still sitting on the couch, quietly reading.

“Ah! You're here. This world is really interesting. The information and knowledge in this little book is breathtaking and breathtaking to me! ”

“Is that right? Can I get you another book? ”

“Thank you. The books here are so interesting, I can hardly keep my eyes off them. ”

After speaking to the poet, Serran opened his book again and read: It was a waste of a minute and a second. I also felt that I was enjoying the look on my face. I have to be summoned to Toleiman all of a sudden to help the man on the ground, but it's strange how lively he is. Well, there are differences in personalities.

Once again, he went to the library in Quezron Castle and brought various kinds of books about the earth to Serran.

Then the poem turned on the computer and went online to find the first published article about Yumi and herself. The rumor had not been there until a few days ago, but it appeared suddenly after going to Yumi and the Gospel Islands.

When I clicked on the article, the person with the identity of Flower attached a false positive photo and wrote all the lies. There were already over 1,000 comments on that post, and the situation was being driven to the brink of complete human garbage.

[I wish a human horse like that were dead. How are you gonna beat him up to take him to a high school girl's motel?]

[Completely absurd. What are the police doing in my country? I'm not taking that son of a bitch.]

[The song plays "Dog Crap." We have to steal his identity so he can't even carry his face around.]

[Don't you already know who you are? He owns Cafe Quezron.]

[Do you want us to protest in front of that café?]

[I really think I should.]

[We have to put it on the news so that it never shows up again.]

[We're broadcasting Serengeti on Saturday. Let's do some terrorism.]

The comments were right to insult themselves at first, but the comments after that had to ruin the cafe, so the situation was becoming more and more violent as they terrorized the broadcast.

Ten years of experience on the Internet, I knew that every time I did something outside the eyes of netizens, whether it was true or not, I was insulted. I thought it might get really crazy if I stayed like this.

The poem immediately wrote the name, ID, and IP address of the site and flower on the versatile tracker. Then, while reading the database for a while, an article asked me to wait, and shortly thereafter, personal information comes out.

[Yoo Ha Young]

[17 years old]

[010-xxxx-xxxx]

[Daegu, Gyeongsangbuk-do...]

The situation was surprising because the details were so detailed. And I was surprised again that the person who spread the rumor was a girl under the age of 20.

“What the hell……. ”

Was that just for fun?

The poem looked at each of the names, identities, and IP of all the girls who blasphemed against him. Surprisingly, though, most of them were high school girls under the age of 20, and sometimes there were women in their early 20s.

The poem felt something, goggled the girls' identities and searched where they were active.

“I knew it.”

The girl who wrote the rumor was working hard at the United Nations Cafe. Today, he wrote many more articles about the United Nations.

The poem called while thinking about what to do with this girl.

After a short beep, the girl answers the phone.

[Hello.]

[Hello, are you Yoo Ha-young?]

[Yes, that's right. Who are you?]

He said as if the girl was a bit annoying. I thought it was a spam call.

[It's called "The Epic of Songs." I called you because of a rumor written by Yoo Ha Young.]

Yes?

Yoohyoung was surprised by the words of the poem, and he said to me.

[You're about to file a lawsuit against a police station that doesn't exist.]

I don't know about that.]

Now, the voice of Yoo Ha-young, a freshman in high school, came trembling. He was terrified of the word "complaint." Of course, I didn't intend to sue, but I wanted to show the bitterness of society.

[You have already completed ip tracking. I'm sure you'll hear from your parents as well.]

[Now, wait….]

I hung up on him just because he had something to say.

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