Cerebrospinal canal
The path to falling sheep was not easy.
Shoot -
It's been about ten days since I left sulfuric acid. I was trapped in a mountain thunder village when the rain started pouring and I had to live with myself. Many have experienced this type of rainfall, but this time the bridge was torn apart and the crossing flooded.
My vision might be able to leap over that vast muddy waters. However, even if we cross dozens of pages of muddy water, there are too many terrain that has become like islands on land. If you make a mistake, you should consider the possibility of starving to death in obesity.
Shoot him.
Kur Leung
Lightning strikes.
I muttered as I watched the rain pour madly from within the building.
"You're useless in the face of nature once you get a performance."
Even if my internal affairs were twice as high as they are today, there would be no answer in this situation. It is the power of man to not be able to control even a very small part of what nature shows us. It had been decades since I had been swept away in a vast natural world, but I still had to fear the world.
I was almost out of spare time. So instead of staying in this village and staying for a night, I was helping out with the town's errands and efforts. Of course, now that my strength was low level, the villagers didn't seem to hesitate to pay for my service.
Even though it's raining heavily, I've been moving the giant timber, repairing the outside of the town, and carrying the rubble around, so I'm usually doing 20 for myself. If it wasn't for me, the villagers seemed to be thanking me for how many houses would collapse.
"How's my daughter? She just had dinner with me. Isn't that great?"
"Haha..."
Even the chief of this town wants to engage his daughter as he introduces her. The chief's daughter did not look so pretty nor ugly. She looked like an ordinary country girl. My heart was very big as a rural virgin, but it didn't mean much to me. I slashed my intentions with a bitter smile on the chief.
"I think I'll be leaving soon. Besides, she's no match for an ugly guy like me."
"Phew... what's so important about a man's appearance? It's useless if you look like a parasite for a long time."
"Yes, and now I have work to do."
Glug glug.
The village chief swept off his white beard and poured me a glass of wine. As I took it in my sleep, he said,
"By the way, I heard your destination is the Fallen Sheep. What are you doing there?"
"I'm looking for someone who knows all the knowledge and languages in heaven and earth."
"I suppose... someone like that could be..."
The chieftain, who was thinking about it, suddenly said as if he had remembered.
"Ah! If you're smart, I know one!"
"Who are you?"
"Approximately 40 miles west of here, a scout sailor (?? He lives there. He's the most resourceful man in the vicinity, so maybe he can answer your questions, too."
"......"
I've never heard of it.
"The Dosara."
The Acolyte was the culmination of three godless doctrines. Usually, there were many clans in the Old File Room, but as dancers, they sought more enlightenment through practice than superstition. The Shaman of Six was a shaman, who gave people clothing with mysterious alcoholic tricks, beliefs, and rituals, or sometimes practiced medicine.
The scout master is probably one of those drunks. I don't think I don't believe in alcohol or godlessness, but I think it's often a trick to deceive people. That's why, from the time I worked as a representative until now, the shaman felt uncomfortable.
But I soon changed my mind.
Isn't this mysterious alchemist who I always put in my arms, who values more than my life, the ultimate alchemist? If we are to find the wise people of the world, we must not forget to meet such a shaman.
"Are you a Muslim, by any chance?"
"No? I've been there a few times. I've never heard of it. I heard that the noble officers nearby are coming to see the goddess."
"Hmm..."
"He lives in a place called Rumbling Songs. It's not hidden, so if you ask him, he'll be here soon."
It was when my next destination became an uproar. Unfortunate or fortunate, the way to the song did not deviate greatly from the way to the fall of the west, so there was no need to hesitate.
Let's go! '
As soon as the rain stopped, I made my way to the tremor. The chief handed me a quick map of the nearby geography so I wouldn't have to get lost. After the rainfall, the bridges everywhere were destroyed, so it was inconvenient for me to go around the windy road.
Upon arriving at the Rumbling Song, there is a small village at the beginning of a valley-like ridge. Perhaps the chief's house, which he mentioned, is nearby as well.
When he enters the village and asks the passerby about the Watcher's house, he points far to the top of the mountain.
"You live at the top of the mountain. There are stairs, so take your time to climb them, and you'll be there in a jiffy."
"Are there many people like me who come to see you?"
Then the young man in the neighborhood smiled.
"Haha, something like that. Actually, Mr. Prancing is the pride of our town."
I'm halfway to the shrink's house with anticipated doubts. Whatever it is, the villagers trust the scouts, so I'd like to hear the secret from him as well. And once you know what a Thousand Armored Secretary is, you will be able to live your life happily ever after.
Whiiing...
After going up the stairs for a long time and climbing the top of the mountain, you can see the superhouse that looks like a telescout's residence. It is popular and has many shoes, so I could clearly see that there are people inside. However, as I got closer, my face changed strangely.
You hear a strange sound.
"......"
Delicate
Delicate
Haaah... aah...
I felt the vibration of the floor, and the woman's bridegroom was echoing inside. Moreover, it was clearly seen through a sentence paper that men and women hugged each other and radiated ( ). Given the breech situation, it seemed to divide the rainforest violently as it changed to the stature.
It was not rape when the waistline of a man was unusually violent and the response of a woman was high. It was very likely to be a pot.
"This must be the house of the Scout." '
It's annoying, but my hearing improved very well as my internal skills increased rapidly. I'm hearing things clearly from the sound of fluids in my body, the sound of sweet groaning, the sound of a man's waistliness pouring out desire right next to me.
Oh, man.
I can't believe they've been eating since midday!
It was natural for me to react because I was not a confessor, but soon I let it go by will and sighed.
"Ha…"
As I shouted openly, I could feel the man and woman falling apart, wondering if they were surprised inside. The woman was in a hurry to pack her clothes, and the man seemed to be making a duvet or bed. I thought it would be fun to open the door now, but I held my arms together and waited with a smile in my heart.
After a while, the woman ran away through the back door, and the door was opened only after the man finished cleaning up behind her. Inside, a soothsayer, expressing a solemn expression, walked out.
"Haha... What's the matter?"
"......"
The room smells of queasy semen and mouthwash...
Why don't you at least wipe out the weeds?
'Ahoy, let's quit.'
I was eager to say what I wanted to say, but it didn't make any sense to say that to the person on the ground. Moreover, I decided to give it up roughly because perhaps this human could solve my desperate question.
"I'm a whitey passing by. Are you Mr. Scout?"
Then, in the mid-30s, a slightly dry face with cheekbones, a slightly flushed figure nodded his head. He seemed much older than I expected.
"I'm a telepath."
"You've come to the right place."
"Haha... Let's sit there on the treetop and talk."
The scout quickly turned my attention to the chair with a wooden lantern placed under the beautiful bridge tree. There was also a tile made of trimmed wood, and it was a place to play openly.
I sat in a treehouse chair and looked closely at the scout wire.
'I don't feel strong energy. I don't think he's Muslim... "
We can't let our guard down. It is because we have heard that there are many hidden treasures in the world who can hide their chi. Moreover, if the scout master is a master of the art, he can be cautious and see great ruin.
Surprisingly, the telegrapher had no fluorescence, the symbol of the potter, which he claimed to be a potter. Instead, I had one standing on my waist. The scout draws water from a nearby well and brings it to me.
"You must have had a hard time climbing the stairs. Have a drink."
"I'm good."
"Well..."
As the scout takes a deep breath of water, I bring out the story.
"Are you fluent in the language of the world?"
"Language...?"
The scout rolls his head and smiles brightly and says confidently.
"Ah! I don't know what you want, but you've come to the right place. In the dialect of , as well as the Middle Eastern languages and Southern ethnic languages of the Qing River, I know why. Ask me anything you want."
"......"
I can't tell if it's true or not. Delayed by the parade you saw earlier, it was very likely that the Scout master was a fraud, but I decided to trust him and carefully presented him with a parakeet.
"Huh? What is this? A paramedic?"
Chloralac
"Huff..."
Immediately after the first chapter of the scribe, the scout takes a deep breath. His eyes blur and suddenly turn like a pill and stick to the book like a nose. The scout staring at me for half a day raised his head.
"Yi, where did you get this?"
"I wanted to ask you something before I tell you..."
I stared at the scout with suspicious eyes.
"Have you ever seen that geese? Or did you know?"
"Well... give me a moment to sort things out."
"Sure."
The scout sits down, his arms clasped and he thinks.
He said:
"No, I can't. You first, and then I'll tell you."
"Do you think that's true?"
The scout shakes his head.
"I can't help it if I scream. I'll listen to you first."
I didn't want to yield.
If it were in my nature, I would threaten or threaten him with force. It was because he appeared to have no or weak white paper student.
His attitude, however, strangely reassured me.
Normally, a con man wouldn't say that. If you just catch something that you don't know or bring something that feels good, you will scream, I know, but give me your belly button. That was a trick I had experienced with potters.
However, he felt that he was laying underneath to 'trade' something rather than cheating. My intuition was telling me that I had met a human for a long time. I also had a firm heart and opened my mouth.
"I got it in a cave somewhere. And I've been carrying it around."
"... Is that all?"
"I answered. It's your turn."
"Hnng..."
After a long sigh, the scout sighs.
"Phew... I've only seen this letter once since I was born."
"Where is it?"
Then the scout glanced at me and said.
"Before that... what the hell are you? From now on, I'm risking my life to find out who you are."
"I told you before. It's Hundred Hundred."
"No way… you must be a master. I think he's a great indoor master, but he can't be a nobody."
I tilted my head. The scouts are trained to do aerospace, and they didn't show up? I was surprised how I recognized you as a master.
"Why else would I be a master?"
"You came up the stairs."
"Stairs. They're all coming up."
The scout smiles powerlessly.
"No, I spread out a mangle and set up a welcome for the staircase to be divided into sections. Either you've broken the spoil, or the internal air is so deep that it didn't work out in the first place... you're the owner of a massive internal air force."
"......"
Really!
When I was so confident that he spoke, I realized that he was a kind of true man (Law Office of Kwon & '92; s). Perhaps he's setting up a code on his way home to prevent the heavy lifting from coming up. Today, I was calling a woman to fuck and play, but when I came to visit, I found myself exposed on the balcony.
The scout's refusal continued.
"I'm not proud of it, but my hammer is worth mentioning, and if you've passed it without hesitation, you're at least an elder or a foreman in the old room. Or more. I want to know who you are."
"What are you going to do about it knowing who you are?"
The scout frowns.
"I'm risking my life to tell a story, and you can't even tell me that?"
Seeing that he was taking his own life earlier, he seemed to be talking to me at the risk of being killed right now. However, he is currently in a defenseless state because he was broken through. I pretended to be born earlier, but I also saw the brisket of my brow with sweat.
I decided he wasn't a con man and opened his mouth.
"Once again, I am Hundred Hundred. I've been piling up classes at the station, and I'm traveling right now, and I have nothing to do with the old file room. I came to you today to find out the secret of this paramedic entirely."
"Can you swear to God?"
"Of course."
Then the scout seemed a little relieved. He looked around and said,
"The first time I saw this peculiar character of a paramedic... was in the midst of an inner eclipse."
"What's the internal havoc?"
"The Book of Books is accessible only to the Emperor and the Planetarium."
"......!!"
When I looked at the scout with surprised eyes, he said as if he had resigned.
"I'm from a former astronomer. I live as a preemie in the Imperial Court now."
Planetarium!!
It was a sacred position to occupy a year's clothing, pray for the prosperity of the imperial court, and further organize national religious ceremonies. I don't know in detail, but they seemed to be treated as special among the imperial positions and were not tax apprentices chosen as the past. The reason I know the astronomer so well is because he used to say he would suck honey if he were an astronomer while studying in the past.
"Are you saying you can quit your job as a tax worker?"
"I was lacking in ability. My brother was more special, so I was banished from the capital and became a romantic."
"Well... I'm glad you're not dead."
"Something like that happened."
The grinning scout said.
"Anyway... I remember seeing this letter in the Wasteland. As I recall, the book was called" The Anonymous Scroll. "The book was made up of an unknown Goat, just like this Hermit Secretary."
"You must have studied the Planetarium and you couldn't interpret it at all?"
"Impossible."
Followed by the telescoping master, I was so surprised that my skull would become soft.
"Anonymous priests and paralegal... because these two books were not written by a human."
"Excuse me?"
It wasn't written by humans!
What the hell are you talking about?
What other creature than man could write such a monstrous book?
"After all, I'm from Jinjin and Tamhwa."
"What?! Really?"
"Truly."
Jinsai and Wandering.
The meaning was never simple.
Jinsa refers to past test finalists who are challenged by millions of people throughout the middle school each year. If you pass the test, you will be promoted, and a few months later, you are qualified to see the test of rank only in the presence of the emperor, the 'exhibition'.
In the exhibition, the first place winners were referred to as Chancellors, Second place winners, and third place winners were referred to as Taekhwa. They say the ranks are customarily elected by the Emperor, but after the exhibition is over, the first and second place winners receive a glass poured by the Emperor.
This was not treated like a king. The meaning of honoring the people who are from Jinjin in this country, and of course, the recipient of the cup is an unforgettable boast for a lifetime and an honor for many generations. Among the two packs of people and dozens of people, the top two packs will be transferred to the Korean Forest Service, and the remaining two packs will be placed in the Department of Ground Self-Defense (Yiho Ye Marine Corps), and most of the three packs will usually start with the local recipient position.
In other words, he was one of the greatest geniuses in the Middle East.
The scout said.
"I was banished from the capital because I had to protect the secret of the planetarium, but I am confident that few of all the literature on the continent will be better than me.
I have studied 16 languages, I know both western and astronomical languages, and I can speak ten of them perfectly. Even me, the incantation of the incantation book and the character of the astrologer, is a perfect alien word that can't be found anywhere else. "
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