Record of a Thousand Lives

Drinking by the master is dangerous.

If I was drunk or intoxicated, of course I was disadvantaged in the fight.

A wide, tidy hall on the first floor of the steeple.

The Syrian walks his sleeves behind his back with a spear and produces a clear drink.

“Here, here. Let's all have a drink. I'm glad I got the right number of glasses. Try the young spirits, too. I'm the bad guy. You can give the underage a drink. ”

He handed out drinks to Shanette, Henryk, Iris and the Summoners.

Kang Yoon-soo Bay was given a clear drink to an infinite cup that she always carried.

But even Henryk, who enjoyed drinking, did not put his lips to the glass.

Henryk glances down at the fluids in a clean glass and swallows only saliva.

“This is a very precious drink. ”

The Syrian looks surprised as he sits comfortably with his alcohol on the other side.

“Oh, there aren't many people who recognize the true value of the eternal lord. This liquor was immersed in the Ancient Kingdom. I picked it up on the last floor. Why don't you all have a drink? ”

However, the group does not sit comfortably or grab a drink, rather than having a drink.

Everyone was alert to the Syrians.

Where in the world would a madman put his mouth to the drink given by his enemies?

“Smells good, doesn't it? ”

“Huh."

Kang Yoon-soo grabbed the knife in one hand and said, holding the drink in the other hand.

“ ……. ”

Shanette stepped on Kang Yun-su's calf.

“Why.”

“…… are you skipping that now? ”

“Syrian doesn't fight in a bar. ”

The Syrian smiled lightly.

“That's right. I don't fight in a bar. But you don't trust me. It's not that I don't understand. ”

The Syrian stood up lightly, pulling out the Sackhaman Giant Window and pushing it up hard.

Kuang!

The noise rang and the tower broke.

It happened so fast.

For a moment, everyone except Kang Yoon-soo was out of their minds.

After the floor rings, a small, uniform hole is drilled into the ceiling.

A hole that was neither small nor large, far away, overlooked the night sky.

“ ……. ”

The group's complexion brightens.

How powerful was it to swing a spear once, so you could see the sky through the steeple?

A light blow punctured the top floor of the tower.

Henryk grumbles and grumbles.

“... I don't think I need to bore a hole in the tower to show off my strength. ”

“Don't worry about damage of this size if you let the gringos fix it quickly. ”

The Syrian hooks the giant window to the ground and gives a grumpy look.

“I'll have to be the evil boss after all. If you don't join us, we'll tear you to shreds. No matter what.”

That's why it's a threat.

The group sits in a circle and grabs the glass as they do.

“I'll skip the toast. Feel free to drink. If you don't get enough, take it out of the poison, keep it in your mouth and spit it out, or I'll kill you. ”

Syrian smiles and says so, then takes his drink.

Shanette whispers urgently.

“What do we do now? ”

“Well, is there a way? Drink it.”

“Somehow it seems to me that Henryk doesn't hate it so much. ”

Henryk scratches his chin.

“Tee Nanya? However, considering that Kang Yoon-soo drank himself first, I don't think he would have much to drink. ”

The group carefully swallows the Longevity Lord in the cup.

“Hmm……. ”

“It smells nice.... ”

Youngju was clean and scary and aromatic like a clear drink.

The bitter taste was never thick, but not pale and tasty aftertaste.

I didn't feel anything wrong with my body, even if there was no poison.

The atmosphere that was frozen aromatically melted and warmed the body.

Sally grips a glass in both hands with an open bowl.

“Sally used to hate drinking. Hiccup! But I'm getting better now. ”

“Idiot! Just drink a lot. If you're drunk, you'll die fighting. ”

“Hmph. Arkle's an idiot. You think Sally didn't think of that, too? ”

White licks at the smell of the glass he put down.

“Shamirok. Akiramekun. ”

I tasted the Longevity Wine a little while shaking the sharp glass.

“It's an aromatic drink. That would be so much better with Henryk's blood. ”

“I agree with a good drink, but what's the idea of adding my blood? ”

Henryk was confused.

In a wine panel with a fresh scent, Little Richman's depression rapidly subsides.

“Why can't skeletons smell good? ”

Sharp carefully approaches Wright with a glass of wine.

“Well, well. Light……. ”

“If you have something to say, make it clear. ”

Wright's words were more soothing than ever, but they weren't very cold.

So Sharp squeezed his courage.

“I, I want to apologize to Wright. It's true that I used to complain about Wright. But when I got into biopsy and changed my personality, I was too much. I can't change the past I said to Wright, but I'm really sorry. I want to apologize."

After finishing his speech, Sharp opens his eyes wide, surprised that he had overcome his silent remark for a moment.

“Sharp.”

Light approaches and grabs one of Sharp's hands.

The shaft flinches and is surprised, but does not let go of his hand.

Wright said slowly.

“I forgive you. So... ”

gradually a light smile was drawn on the girl's face.

“So don't ever do that again! When Sharp shot me... I was... so sad! ”

Sharp smiled brightly.

“I'm sorry, Light.... ”

Wright hugged Sharp tightly.

“Sharp, I like you. You don't need a lot of friends. A true friend. I could be satisfied with you. ”

Meanwhile, when Syrian saw the scene, he tilted his drink and murmured.

“Make it look good. I wish I had that chance. ”

Syrian was closer to the impression of a naive country boy than a villain or hero.

Anyone who has never seen this young man before will be surprised enough to know that he is a legendary hero called the King of all things.

It was hard to believe that he was evil enough to betray the ancient heroes.

“Are Syrians really the kings of all things? ”

Iris is not over-drunk, but a little drunk.

At that moment, the group's gaze settles on both of them.

Shanette's complexion is blurry.

“Sister!"

No matter how unpredictable the impression was, Syrian was the enemy to kill.

And the Syrians said they were going to kill them, too.

However, Syrian smiled softly at her as she approached.

“There was a time in the past when that absurd title grabbed my shoulder. ”

“Really? Then guess what my secret is. ”

“Hmm. Good. But if I guess, you need another drink. ”

“Good. If you're wrong, then Syrian has another drink. ”

“I've always won at drinking. ”

Syrian squints at Iris calmly.

“The lady secretly wrote a diary. ”

Iris panicked.

He expected her to say she was a doppelganger, even if he told her a secret.

She pretends not to know what she's doing.

“Oh, what does that mean? ”

“You're still hiding the journal in your arms? I spend every day avoiding my colleagues. And I'm satisfied with my work these days. ”

Henryk straightforward disagrees.

“What's the secret? Who doesn't know he's writing his journal? ”

Iris was furious.

Her face soon turned red.

“How did Henryk know I was secretly writing a diary? ”

“Is there anyone who doesn't know that? ”

Sally raises her hand.

“Sally had seen her writing in a notebook before! ”

“Huh? I knew it. ”

After Akel, the other spirits, Shanette, and Kang Yoon-soo raised their hands and even White raised their front feet.

Eventually, Little Ricci was shocked.

“I was the only one who didn't know. ”

“Oh my God……. ”

Iris drinks another glass of wine with a warm face and then turns to the conversation.

“How did Syrian know I was secretly writing a diary? ”

“I don't know. I'm usually good at watching other people. ”

Syrian smiles and quietly dodges the answer.

The bar is ripe.

The group has not had much to drink, just a few drinks.

In the beginning, the strength of alcohol was not so high.

Shanette, who drank the least and was cautious, whispers.

“Why don't we ambush the Syrians here? ”

“Arthur, man. You want to get yourself killed? ”

“…… but that's also true. ”

There was also a way to ambush a cautious Syrian at the bar.

However, I could not help the Syrian who showed me great power.

Rather, he could have lost his life in a counterattack.

Suddenly, Syrian was sitting in front of Kang Yoon-soo.

“Can I share a drink with you? ”

“Huh."

Syrian smiled lightly and Kang Yoon-soo's expression remained unchanged.

The two men shared a drink.

“What's the season like out there? ”

“First winter.”

“Is the first snow down? ”

“No.”

“Then we'll be off soon. How long has it been since I've seen snow? ”

It was a normal conversation.

Suddenly, the Syrian asked.

“Do you believe you can kill the Mage? ”

Kang Yoon-soo gripped the cup.

“Huh."

“You can't. That's the future that's already set. ”

Syrian takes a sip.

“We've lived too long. So I went crazy. Did you decide when to die? ”

“No.”

“It will soon be decided. As fate would have it.”

Kang Yoon-soo could not understand the meaning of the Syrian word.

“What is your purpose? ”

“The destruction of the continent by the emperor. ”

“I've already heard that from Lumiere. Explain your motive."

The Syrian just smiled.

Kang Yoon-soo said low.

“Every time I met you, you knew I was coming back. ”

The Syrian grins.

“Do you know why? ”

“No.”

Kang Yoon-soo looked at him.

“Syrian, you never explained my regression in any life. ”

It always has been.

The Syrian king of all things always knew about Kang Yoon-soo's return.

But the reason was unknown.

Even though Syrian knew so much, Kang Yoon-soo did not know how he learned about it.

The Syrian opened his mouth slowly.

“Do you want to know why I summoned the emperor to destroy the continent? ”

“Huh."

“The world isn't the only one. Kang Yoon-soo.”

Kang Yoon-soo focused on what he said.

The whole group breathes.

Syrian said quietly.

“There are so many worlds. Not just Sylphia, but the world where travelers like you lived. ”

The moment I heard that, Yoon-soo remembered a dream I had one day.

I went up endlessly to see a lot of the world and finally touched the end of everything.

But it was only a dream.

…… No, I just thought it was nothing.

Syrian said to him,

“But all that world is about to collapse because of you, Kang Yoon-soo. ”

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