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I was suspicious of what the scout said. The problem was that I couldn't exactly trust his abilities, although that was certainly the reason the astronomer was unable to interpret the Goose. Maybe he's just picking up a plausible word right now.
As I read the light of suspicion on my face, the scout frowned.
"I think I know what you're thinking... but it's true."
"I wish I could believe that."
"What do you have to lose by trusting me anyway? You still don't have any clue how to interpret the Goat."
"Hmm…"
It's true what the Scout said. I'm not saying he can interpret a gorge, I'm just saying he's bluffing. There's nothing you can gain from doubting him now. So I decided to ask you a question.
"So why are you 'risking your life' telling me all that? You and I have a one-sided meal today, we barely know each other, and you don't even know what I'm trying to do as a paramedic."
"Because for me, this meeting is a performance."
Yeah? Yeah.
I'm acting?
A little confused, the telegrapher shines his eyes.
"I used to be proud of the Continental Supreme Astronaut, though I now live for fools. I can see the Goose again, which I never knew I was. Even if you violate the imperial duty to protect secrets, you must always want to know the nature of the scholar."
"A scholar... aren't you a shaman who calls himself a prelude?"
"Huhaha. You don't know what a puzzle is."
The scout smiles bitterly and explains.
"The breastplate is not superstition. If you arrange the integers of the A according to the prescribed logic, it can be called the formula. It can also be referred to as the area of arithmetic and physics.
The same thing happened to the wreckage I laid out on this mountain. Because I have a special level of awareness ( ), I can not only make progress, I just made it according to a set of reasons. The Armored Forces are just a realm where scholars can reach. The truth is a kind of self-defense. "
"Oh... I see."
I felt like I heard a fairly precious story.
Now, "blunt force" doesn't mean that a mere mortal can build by simply rolling his brain, not by training like an inner aerial worker. I was curious because I couldn't hear it at all during my life and I couldn't tell it. Since I asked, I decided to find out more.
"So you don't need adrenalism or an exorcism with an amulet?"
"It needs to have a special ability, but it's more about the power of the Upper East Side War than about neophysiology."
"Merchant Guild War?"
"Haha. I need to explain something more to a very precious guest."
The scout laughs and says, "What's so exciting?"
"The internal air you've trained and built is the power that builds up in the lower hemisphere. It propagates its power to the carotid limb white sea, centered on the shear, bringing the body to the surface of the superhuman body. And the higher the ability of the lower shear, the more it reaches the area of the pre-interruption, which is not present in a specific part of the body like a normal shear."
"Then where is the abort?"
"It is known as the Heart before interruption, but it is not. When the ability of the lower hemisphere is greatly increased, we go through a process of integration, and I know that the heart will gather all its strength. In other words, the ultimate realm of the rainforest is actually pre-cessation."
I said it with little surprise.
"So, is the Merchant Guild War a brain?"
"Yes."
The scout explained a lot so I was thirsty and had another glass of water. He was a horse after slaughtering his neck.
"Just don't get me wrong. The lower half has evolved, but the Merchant Guild has nothing to do with it. It is the ability of the Merchant Guild to develop unique abilities that were innately hidden in the human brain to interfere with other dimensions. Basically, abilities that can't be used unless they're born, and those who are born have been based on them."
Isn't that what it is?
"Hmm... With a natural ability like that, you don't need to distinguish yourself from your nephrotic powers."
"No, I don't know the details, but practitioners at the left must clearly distinguish between martial arts warfare and eloquence. It must mean something to those who use the abilities of the Merchant Guild."
"I see..."
I was able to accumulate considerable knowledge now.
Understanding the Disconnection Award, Medium, Low Division, and Armored Technique!
Such knowledge is hard to hear even if you give them thousands of gold. The scout brought me water and said,
"Would you like some water?"
"No."
"Anyway, the story's a little off, but I have one request."
Taang
The scout slams the carved wooden plank into the palm of his hand. His eyes revealed an unmistakable lust.
"I don't care who you are, so let me interpret this book."
"......"
That's what you've been telling me all along.
I folded my arms and thought. I understood his purpose, but when I heard it with my mouth, it felt fresh. I looked him in the face and said,
"Scout. What would you do if I tried to abuse you and torture you?"
"That's why you told me everything before you came out like that."
"There are some who fight for it, whether they build it or not."
"You're not who I thought you were. If he was, I'd be dead by the time I got screwed up. He's a communicative opponent. I just wanted to talk to him."
The telegrapher's speech was very fluent and smooth. There was almost no doubt that he was the owner of a great education.
I realized I was on the verge of a great choice.
Would it be better to give him a paramedic to interpret what the scout wants?
Or should we just confirm that we can't interpret it and leave?
"But... I didn't say you couldn't interpret a gorge even when you searched the interior." It means you don't have the ability to interpret the Secretary of War. "
"Well... that's..."
The scout hesitates whether it was the stabbing part. Obviously, there was no evidence that he could now interpret the mysterious geese that were unknown even when he was working as an astronomer in the interior. He hesitated for a moment and said.
"Perhaps I can interpret it."
"How?"
"An anonymous letter is possible. No matter how mysterious the language is, there is a quality of the language, so if there are many samples of the data, it is possible to understand the meaning roughly. The Anonymous Chaplain is a privilege, so I didn't know it, but I might be able to interpret it if I compare it with a Heavenly Jewel's Secretary."
"Indeed..."
I clasped my head and stabbed the core.
"Then you mean I can give you an interpretation of the Anonymous Scroll."
"Well... yes, but..."
The scout narrows it down as he says, but he realizes it's a bit silly.
"The Imperial Palace is right next to the Taeyong Temple, the Emperor's residence. It's also in the innermost part of the palace. Can you get an anonymous letter from there?"
"It's possible."
"Ugh..."
When I answered without hesitation, the scout seemed to be fed up. I mean, sneaking into the very interior of the imperial palace, the most precious place in all the world, and stealing the book, I knew it would look like a mad boy.
However, I may be able to reverse it even if I die with a paramedic. If I could roll my head well and plan well this time, I would be able to get it even if it were an anonymous priest.
"Wait a moment."
The scout thinks about something and goes inside the house.
Then he brought out a few scrolls and three books. He gave me the scroll.
"Take this."
"What's this?"
"A map of the inner intestine. The Imperial Palace consists of 99 palaces and there are additional buildings in between, so it's actually 173. Without a map there, we'll never make it to the Wasteland."
"......"
I stared at the scout with a dazzling eye.
"Did you come out of your palace with an Imperial Map?"
"I made it."
"No. Whatever it is..."
I couldn't say it was a crime to call it my own. It was because it was clear that the escape of the emperor and the imperial family would be difficult if the map of the imperial palace was leaked to outsiders. He was a scout who was immediately beheaded when he was discovered and allowed the Nine to be destroyed. Then the scout said confidently.
"Who cares? Anyway, I'll continue with the explanation."
"......"
This human is a man who lives on his own terms.
I mean, he must be out of the Imperial Palace, doing some kind of Cyborg thing.
"And these are the three books you must read. In the book of Tai Chiang, there is a simple understanding of the rules and techniques, and you should read the reverse script to understand it more easily. Finally, read this Encephaloscope (63817; channel) above half an hour each day. It will rejuvenate your brain."
"Why should I read the scriptures?"
"Hmm... I guess you don't know."
The scout grabs his tongue and says,
"Although the outer palace of the imperial palace is usually a building, the inner palace 36 is made of a blunt force using the hexagonal method. If there is an intruder or an intruder, the astronomer or the golden statute will trigger the legislation, and the guards inside will be able to chase the intruder away in a predominantly favorable situation. In order to avoid that, you must understand the blunt force and authenticity."
"Is the truth so scary?"
The scout said in a slightly agitated voice.
"Even if you have broken through my ruins like water, I cannot ignore the imperial palace's true intentions. That is the true design of the most brilliant man in the world, so you will be hunted even if you have twice as much internal air now."
"Hmm…"
"If you go through it, you'll see what I mean."
A scout who said that gave me three books as a gift.
"Once you have some insight into the book and its anagram, I'll explain how to break through the imperial palace's defenses. Come back then."
I frowned.
"This is... too complicated, isn't it?"
"Infiltrating the interior desolation means you can infiltrate the Tai Lung Temple right next to you. It must be hard to get to a place where you can hold the hands of the Emperor."
"What if I fail and get caught?" "
"Well, that's when it happened. I'm supposed to be dead in the world anyway, so I'm willing to take out one of my own."
It was only after I saw the three books and the scroll map in my arms that I realized how difficult this was. If I had known it was this difficult, I would have come after preparing my mind more.
But I decided to revise the plan completely.
"Then it would be better for me to just hand over the weapons to you."
And this time, Mr. Scout? I made a face.
"No, this is the foundation of the basics, so I can read everything I need to break the quadriceps..."
"I don't know anything about quadruplets. It's not blindness, but I only know the meaning of the word."
"......"
The Scout looks like he's been punched in the face. He naturally thought I would be the owner of considerable knowledge. However, I started frowning with my chin clenched until I realized that I had to teach all kinds of academics, including basic knowledge, to an ignorant person.
"Well... I don't teach much myself..."
"Do any of you know how to learn? We must work together to achieve each other's goals."
"... How well do you know the Hanja?"
Shortly after, he gave me a simple test of my knowledge level and was desperate.
"Damn it... it'll take you at least three years to read the book properly."
"Who cares?"
I said it bluntly.
"Then let's start tomorrow."
The plan to go to Falling Yang was cancelled.
Now that you have another plan, you can learn to write while learning.
What's wrong with three years?
It's only a matter of time for me to keep running towards my goal.
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