Have a Meal Before You Go

Artifacts.

The process by which artifacts are made is still covered in veil.

The highest grade artifact is also made by dragons.

Dragons make each other's treasures unknowingly. For example, in the case of tangerines, I woke up in my sleep and made wooden furniture.

Each dragon's disposition is deeply embedded in the dragon's coffers. The sphere of the red dragons is essentially associated with flames, and the sphere of the blue dragons is associated with water.

In that case.

The artifact is a dragon relic, too?

It is also not.

Weapons crafted by weapons craftsmen sometimes become artificial and very good materials can be crafted to become artificial.

Ordinary humans with no magical power create artifacts very, very occasionally.

It is mainly the result of concentration. Once upon a time, it could be seen as the kind of cursed video that floated like a myth.

Echo seems to have picked up a human artifact like that not long ago. Well, as I glanced over, I was going to talk to a low-grade Artifactra soon.

Throw it away or burn it.

No one in the restaurant will be affected by that kind of artifact, but the average person will be different.

Chulho, who was looking at the newspaper thinking like that, closed his eyes quietly.

It's a peaceful afternoon.

Tick, tick, tick.

I listened to the taper of the needle and focused my hearing on the alleyway outside the rice restaurant. I put an order in the Chinese house, and it's only been 20 minutes.

At this point, I am eager to hear the courier's footsteps. When will he come, I will hold him full of excitement and wait.

Two or two!

Rapid Footsteps!

Cheolho wrote the newspaper.

Sitting on his knees, Tangerine, who was crouching, also wiped her mouth and opened her eyes brightly.

“Watjer. ”

Tangerine whispered carefully.

I hear the baby's heart pounding.

Tangerine tightly closed her eyes as she prayed.

Finally.

Knock-knock-

- Delivery!

* * *

A squeeze scene is the best thing to order.

Cheolho liked the scene.

Even Cheolho's cooking skills can be increased quite easily these days, but it was the most delicious thing to order.

“Oh, is that a squeeze? ”

“Yes."

He scratched his head and brought a bowl of wheat in front of him.

It was Tang Su-yeok who ordered it along with the shoe.

Regarding whether to pour Tang Su meat or dip it, we are in disagreement 30 years ago or now. At Cheolho's restaurant, ‘whatever you want’ is the rule.

Khan ate a lot of Tang Su meat and went into his room with a pot of pressed broth.

“I'm going in. ”

“Yes."

Steel nodded dry and wiped the mouth of the tangerine.

Tangerine is still bad at chopsticks.

When I could barely hold the cotton with my chopsticks, the tangerines began to writhe in the magic swirling away between them.

“Pork Joe......”

Chulho touched Tangerine's cheeks with a gentle face.

“Let's take it slow again. Like this, Dad. Follow me. ”

Tangerine followed my father hard again and grabbed the chopsticks. I've practiced a little more, but not yet. Then Cheolho nodded and gave a fork to Tangerine.

Tangerine grabbed the fork. Cotton, Cook! I took it and put it in my mouth. The mouth was full of salty places. Tangerines grinned at Chulho while grinning. It was sweet and tasty.

“It's Joe Kat all the time. ”

“Really?"

“Ugh.”

Tangerine nodded forcefully.

“Kick that bird's ass. ”

Cheolho smiled.

Tangerines were eaten every day for a while. Fried chicken, seasoned chicken, soy sauce, and fried chicken are all completely bored at the time of their frustration.

* * *

Khan returns to his room, resting in his comfortable chair! I sat down. A stack of comic books piled up on the desk.

These are not comic books nowadays. These were collected by Echo a while ago.

Approximately 30 to 40 years ago.

In the past, the land was the stuff of civilization when the previous generations of humanity blossomed. Where and how did you get it?

Echo surprisingly tracked down the smell of comic-book paper and found several bookstores buried among the waste materials. Among them, only the good things were collected.

Khan was occasionally creeped out by Echo's determination. Well, it's similar now.

The comic books were in really bad condition because of the age. Most of the paper was scrambled and there were many places where the letters were shredded.

Among them, there was an oddly good comic book. There were no published dates or author names. Untitled, but it turns out the content is quite interesting.

Maybe the old people used to enjoy this kind of thing sometimes.

Khan searches through the comic book and starts eating the squiggly squiggly scenes.

Of course, the squeeze scene is the best to eat while watching a comic book. Hand over a bookshelf with a mouthful of wells.

The shadows are plain.

No, I didn't draw it badly. There were enough stories, but it was the life of a cartoonist who could not paint dirty. It was the exact opposite of the condition of the compartment.

The ‘King of Darkness’ was fine.

I was able to concentrate on all the ideas that I had, spectacular and exciting stories. However, the problem started when I painted the next cartoon after I finished it with the King of Darkness in advance.

A plausible idea came to mind, but it was quite confusing these days because the intermediate progress was slow as if something was jammed.

In fact, Khan has read this comic book about three times.

The main thing is the tragic life of the main character. The protagonist was a man who wanted to be a cartoonist but couldn't paint.

Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!

“Oh.”

Finished.

In the comic book, the protagonist is eating the scene in the comic book room. It was sad to see the good comic books.

This scene hurts the most.

The protagonist is rejected by all publishers after looking at the comic book and meeting an apprentice comic book.

And he shows his manuscript with half his heart given up on him.

The protagonist's life was originally a tragedy, but that's when the even bigger tragedy began.

“Huh?"

Khan suddenly thought that the comic book was glowing.

Jiaying-

“Huh?"

Aaaaahhhh!

A splendid light pours out and swallows the body of the Khan. The Khan turned into a watery watery body, and he went to hell in a book! I got sucked into it.

.

“Hmm.”

Khan thought.

I got caught in another weird trap or something. However, this trap is not as powerful as the last damn five-year game. I mean, can we just get out of here as soon as we want? About time to think.

Paaaaaah-!

Lines began to be drawn in a pure white world. It's like drawing on a white paper!

And the world that was finished with Zec was a scene from a comic book that Khan had read.

“Huh?"

Khan's eyes are wide open.

Did this get into the book?

Khan circles back and forth.

Horrible weather.

And a couple of big revolving fans.

Bookshelves filled with songs to the left and to the right. I saw a whole bunch of comic books.

I see a lot of novels over there, too. Oh, my God, what the hell is going on?

“......! ”

And the Khan saw a man holding a bowl in front of him, with a frowny face.

He looks roughly mid-30s, wears checkers and training pants, and has a splintered head. The last one was a skinny guy with big egg glasses.

“That's the protagonist. ”

What was the main character's name?

Well, it's not written down. I just led a cartoon to a poison called "me."

By the way.

Khan looks around with interesting eyes, picking out the first comic book he saw and placing it in his place.

Looking at a cartoon, handing over a single page.

The Khan, for one, was a dragon. Dragon of four class masters optimized before the baby!

Because of this, the reading speed was extremely fast. It takes roughly 30 seconds to read every single volume. Because he had a lot of memory, it was taken as if he had taken a picture in his head.

Khan starts reading comics like a machine. There was so much fun in the world, I took all the comic books everywhere. Khan, who had been looking at the comic book for about two hours, suddenly looked at the man in front of him.

The ‘protagonist’ looked at the compartment as if he had fallen out of his mind for some reason.

Khan smiles at him. The protagonist shakes his head with a hollow smile.

Once again, the protagonist is standing in front of the car.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes.”

He seems a little angry.

“In that way, excuse the cartoonists. ”

“Yes?”

The Khan stares at him and shrugs.

“Ah, I see. ”

I understand what you're saying.

“I draw comics, too. ”

In the words of the Khan, the protagonist's eyes sparkle slightly.

“Comics?”

“Yes.”

He glances at his nanny. Face value, still in his mid- to late teens. He was tall and handsome, but he didn't have a great comic book career. However, whether he was happy to meet the young man, he sat in front of the car.

“I, too, am doing cartoons. ”

“Is that so?"

Somehow, with a happy face, he takes his old bag and pulls out a bunch of manuscripts.

“Ha, ha, you want to take a look? ”

Khan stares at him.

This is a scene that I've already seen. Khan looks left and right.

‘Yes.’

On the other hand, an apprentice cartoonist who had to sit in his chair and look at this manuscript was coming into the comic book room, as the original comic book said. As he looks around, he goes to another vacant spot and sits down.

Khan stares at the apprentice cartoonist.

According to the original comic book, the apprentice comic book is shocked to see the main script. Fascinated by his talents and characters, he was a man who drew well but lacked storytelling talents.

But the man who was inspired by the main plaintiff, he copied it and made his own work and struggled.

The result is the Grand Prize for the most famous comic magazine! That way, the man walked the path of a great cartoonist, and the main character spent time drinking in his room and died of bone sickness.

“....... ”

Khan begins to read the manuscript.

The shadows were really lame, but the story was amazing.

.

“Hmm?"

Echo blinks.

A stack of comic books piled up on the desk of the Khan. Echo frowns and kicks his tongue.

“Damn lizard, you better organize it when you read it. ”

Echo grunts, holding a comic book in his arms, and walks into his room. Put them back on the bookshelf one by one, and be careful if they break.

Suddenly, I noticed a neat, new comic book.

“What's this? ”

Was there such a thing?

Ah-

That's right.

Echo nods. This is, like, an artifact I was trying to hide.

Echo slowly opened his comic book. I don't want to read the shadows.

The scene in the comic book was cut off from the scene where the protagonist and a man met in the bookstore. The next chapter was white paper.

What happened to Echo with his tongue, huh? I opened my eyes wide.

"Huh?"

However, the painting slowly began to be drawn on a blank page.

"Huh?"

And I realized that the man who walks the road talking to the protagonist Dorado resembles a stupid dragon who knows what he looks like.

End