Reader's Double Track Recovery Log

Citrio showed interest in me.

"You're the submaster of that Blisspiel you've only heard of, aren't you? Nice to meet you."

"It's a great honor to have the opportunity to meet Master Altus, who is famous for being a member of the Continental Divine."

"I wanted to talk to you separately. But I can't ignore the passengers, so could you wait a moment?”

"Of course."

As I stepped back and looked at the atmosphere of the banquet hall, one of the smarts who was guarding the surroundings of Citrio came to me.

He was a middle-aged man who claimed to be a key official of Baldeor Clan.

"Hahaha! Apparently Blisspiel's submaster is the second son of Stroke's Duke in the North.”

"That's right."

As he nodded gently, the man grinned and said,

"Caracol is already one of the ten largest clans on the continent at this point. Don't you think if we, a bit of a force in Elano, get under our wing and add strength, we could stand side by side with the four clans in the future?"

dayorbek of the Bolostian confederation

pecelli of the kingdom of Bardia

Lapis of the Liliak Madoguk.

Willoria of the Sultanate of Haramadin.

The four most famous, most powerful clans on the current Prima continent.

Currently, only those four clans are called the four clans, but from the original point of view, they were grouped into five clans, including caracol. Although Caracol was certainly a horseman among the five clans, there is no doubt that their power and authority are great.

The man whispered.

"Prince of Eden. Master Altus is a man of great caliber. If I were to line up now, even after Caracol's expansion, we could enjoy wealth and honor as founding contributors. Confucius must be welcomed because he has a solid background as a state of Confucius."

“·········.”

When I looked at Citrio, I was talking to people around me, but I was paying attention to him. It seems quite interested in appeasing me.

"I see, but unfortunately, I'm here to declare war."

"What's that 큭큭?"

The man fell to his knees under an unknown sense of oppression. The cause of disgrace was my uncle who followed me. He walked out slowly and cheered.

Evel rolled up the corners of his mouth.

"The noble family of the North, Stroke's bloodthirsty man, cannot enter with his head down before he can even fight."

"Hey, you old man! How dare you act in the banquet hall when you're a guard! Master Altus will never let you go!"

Baldeor Clan's executive pointed his face red. But Evel does not seem to care about him.

"I was wondering what the fuss was about. There was an unexpected guest at the banquet hall."

This is why the hard-faced sitio came this way.

"I can't help being the master of a small clan, for the knights of the North have come to such a shabby place."

"No needless modesty, Master Altus. "Isn't he a member of the Picha Continental Walk?"

The short conversation forced all the banquet hall guests to shut up. I could easily figure out what the old man who came with me was.

"Evel stroke···의 of the Lord and the Middle Sword?"

A middle-aged man who pointed at Evel a while ago belatedly grasped the situation and dyed his face white.

Character sheet.

[Level:55/55]

[Physical strength:16][muscle:19][Personnel:15]

[Magic:15][Mental:08][Sense:14]

[Shin:04]

[Characteristics:Taesan (S+),hunter's Eye (A) and Four Other Types]

[Technical: Altoos Dunbar (S), Altus vision notation, pole (A+), Tului shield surgery (A), Cheon Dunbo (B) and five others]

[Explanation: 62 years old, human race. The Clan Master of Caracol, a member of the current Continental Divide Girl. have enormous influence over the central region]

Level [55/55], 6 properties, 9 techniques.

It's all the same as the original.

When I was a reader, Citrio was ranked seventh in my personal Continent Girl combat list.

In a word, it is just the middle rank.

It will be a good match against the current uncle and uncle.

Paaaaaaah!

Suddenly a strong energy passes through the skin.

It is the pressure of the flag issued by Evel and Citrio.

Using the characteristic, "The Mana Plan (B), I could see the energy of the two sharply conflicting people. Soon, the composure disappeared from Citio's expression. He felt that his opponent in front of him was the owner of a strong character similar to him.

" "후후후 듣, I heard that Lord Stroke has recently retired from his position as commander of the Royal Air Force, so why did you suddenly come to this place? Have you come to see your servant's tricks?"

"Listen to yourself for details. I'm like a mercenary.”

"The mercenary?

Immediately after, Eber pointed at me in a calm manner behind me, and the eyes of the people of the house turned to this side in unison.

"Blesspiel's submaster. What are you doing?”

"Do I really need to explain it to Master Altus? I think you're already expecting it all."

I faced the Citrio with a relaxed smile around my mouth. Suddenly, a lot of ships are gathering behind me.

"We, Eecas Clan, will not cooperate with Caracol Clan like Blisspiel."

"The same goes for us, Ifrain.”

"Puig Clan also means them..."

They were none other than representatives of the six clans that had been drawn to this side after pre-drafting.

In the meantime, I tried hard to persuade the other Clan masters that I had prepared the funds to face Caracol. This was a clear fact, but the representatives of the six clans seemed to be skeptical even right after they came to the banquet hall.

However, the appearance of the uncle, who is a continental girl, was enough to convince them.

The number of Clan based in Elano is twenty-one. More than one-third of the clans have come to favor this side, not the caracol.

"Yi,·,!"!"

The red-faced Citrio glares at me as if he would kill me. The glistening eye glow gave off a near-life energy.

It is a technology called "Gian."

About a year ago, I might have collapsed because my legs were weak, but I and I at that time are different.

exclaimed with a high voice.

"Customers who have been invited to this meeting! Although it's not my banquet, I'd like to take a seat and tell you one thing."

Interest, bewilderment, ridicule, curiosity, and various inner eyes were on me.

"Our seven clans will join forces to confront Caracol Clan, who is trying to swallow Elano. The upcoming civil war in the kingdom of Glycia will be a perfect stage to determine who is Elano's well-informed guardian."

“···!”

When everyone spoke openly about the civil war that was being hushed up, a huge commotion spread among the crowd.

I pointed to those who had surrounded the Citrio like guards.

"You'd better reconsider cooperating with Caracol there. Do you really think you'll get the same treatment after Elano is effectively ruled? I'd be glad if I could get the right price for cooperation.”

"He, it's, ··."

The representatives of Beldeor and Celtica, who were the first to support Caracol, were greatly embarrassed.

They are the only two that have remained intact in history as Clan under Caracol.

No matter how big Clan got, the high position was finally finite, and Citrio was a cool leader. One or two, we cannot accept most of the resources that are below the content as executives.

In other words, the remaining 19 clans, whether they cooperate or not, are destined to be thrown out after the end of the civil war.

Representatives of each struggling clan crept up this way.

"I can't leave my Clan's legacy to others doing nothing like this. Deborah Clan supports Blisspiel Clan!"

"Kaval Clan. Same here."

The fire broke open.

Since then, the situation has turned around in a flash.

Sixteen clans are attached to our side.

This was mainly due to the small size of the Blisspiel Clan. Even if you overcome Caracol, you won't have to worry about swallowing the whole thing.

“·········.”

The Citrio looks at me with deeply locked eyes. Although he seemed to want to go on a rampage right away, he values face as he has a strong political inclination.

It will not be ugly as it is also home to some of the world's largest political figures.

Soon he sighed.

"This, a feast to be entertained, has become a place of declaration of war. "I can't keep my tooth-shattering opponent here."

Citrio beckoned, and caracol clan members swarmed around us. In other words, they are trying to force him out.

He glared at Evel and said,

"The price of this work will certainly be paid in the near future, Lord Stroke."

"I'm looking forward to it.”

The uncle laughed ferociously.

6.

The banquet is over.

Kwagwagwang!

Citrio's fist splits the table in the Oval Office. Caracol's executives looked at the scene with a stiff look on their faces.

Adelio bowed his head.

"I have nothing to say, Father. But surely the operative at Blisspiel has not reported any abnormalities, 그간·."

"I don't want to hear a lame excuse right now. To what extent do you think this will affect the direction of the civil war? And what do you think we're going to do in the future?"

"The 17 clans, including 리스피엘엘블블블블블, don't come close to us if we join forces. With three months to go before the civil war, there's no room for significant variables."

"That's under the assumption that they don't attract foreign powers, right?”

"····."."."

Blood vessels sprung up on Citrio's forehead.

"Looking at the look, the goddamned Duke's grandkids seem to have been deliberately sharpening their knives for a long time. There's no law that Stroke will not be deeply involved in civil war."

Iden, who broke down his debts after entering the traditional but small Blisspiel, retired from the post of commander in time, for some reason, his eyes and ears were covered by the discovery of his identity.

All the puzzles were put together in his head.

All of them are the arrangements of the Stroke Grand Family to advance to the central region.

7.

"Mr. Altus didn't seem to care about me."

"Heung, it's a difference of dignity. No wonder my side is more vigilant."

Evel snorted at Iden's words as he left the banquet hall.

A week after that.

Stories about Citrio and Evel and the two continents have begun to circulate among the Central Continent's literacy.

"Did you hear that? The Clans of Elano are united against Caracol in the civil war of the kingdom that will soon erupt. I heard that Citio Altus and Evel Stroke are going to play a proper game there."

"Hooh, is that so? If the story is true, I don't know how long it's been since the twelve girls had a real match.”

It was just a rumor.

But that's a very interesting topic.

The Continental Divide is a group of powerful people who are believed to contend among the public for the best of the Prima continent. Paradoxically, however, there are fewer opportunities over time to show off one's strength, which is the basis of the assessment, due to its social position.

The twelve girls, who are recognized for their authority in the struggle church, are naturally followed by many followers, and as time goes by, they are bound by various interests, so they cannot move recklessly.

If the two really face each other in the civil war, the victory or defeat of the fight will be the talk of the world for decades.

"We've laid down enough for you, uncle."

So mumbling, Iden headed to the drawing room to greet the guests who had come to the Blisspiel Clan House.

The first is a priest dispatched by the official church, which manages the Clan-to-Clan conflict.

And the second was the lion sent by Isabella, Princess of the Kingdom of Glycia.

In other words, it is a three-way encounter.

"It's the Blyspeel Clan's submaster, Eden Stroke."

"I'm Alexander Villacres, the court-backed prince who is a well-informed successor to the Glysian royal family, Princess Isabella."

Iden and Alexander had a brief greeting. The two gulped down their saliva and looked at the lion from the Holy Land.

At the end of the line of sight was a woman in her early 30s.

Long blue long hair tied like a horse gun, tall, neat but slightly stiff face for a woman, being considered special from birth in each church-a robe of material symbolizing saints.

And decisively, a blue scarf with a "jeoul" pattern on it.

"I'm Flora Macrotti, the mediator between the Holy Land and the Church of Confucianism."

Eiden narrowed the middle of his forehead.

As the issue was an issue, I expected that a great man would come from the Holy Land, but a great man came to me more than I thought.