Top of Gold
The Anonymous Sacrament had this drawing on it?
The two of us looked at each other in surprise. I had a lot to say, but I couldn't figure out what to say. I was the one who brought it up first.
"I went to the village just before the lightning strike. And there I saw this magic potion."
"You actually saw this? What nonsense..."
"If you didn't actually see it, you mean I faked it?"
"......"
The telepathy seemed to want to deny it, but it seemed impossible. He would, too, because it was so unlikely that my drawings would coincide with the drawings of the Anonymous Priest. However, there was a lower chance that I was deliberately mocking the scourge after seeing the Anonymous Sacrifice. I had no choice but to believe my words were true.
"Tell me what happened back then."
"I see."
I explained to Mangosteen the Mangosteen, the Cultist, and the Magic. Of course, I had to talk about being a Hyundai province. In conclusion, I changed the ending of the story to describe it in a way that I was fortunate enough to get out alive. I sighed as if the hope of hearing my story had faded for a long time.
"Hah, I can't believe it... This is unbelievable."
"What do you think?"
I wanted to gain wisdom from hopelessness.
"Just a moment, please. I'd like to clarify my thoughts."
Chollac
"Hnng..."
He said that, then opened his gaze and put it on his temple, making a sick face. It was like the old man was shitting his face. He was desperate to think of something as his expression changed in an instant, but only after half a meal did he speak to me.
"Hundred. So what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to be the golden prince this time. If you're lucky, you'll get an anonymous letter, but not necessarily. Anyway, there's no rush."
"Funny... I like you somehow."
The scourge mutters something.
"If I'm right, there are fires and artifacts near the Milky Way... and there is a huge conspiracy. Maybe that, too, will shake the whole middleman..."
"Do you know something?"
"We're not at the stage yet. This is also futile, so I may destroy you, too. Now is not the time to make a definition.I need to roll my head to get some more clues."
The face of the telepathy was as serious as ever. In fact, when I used to cooperate because I wanted to get an anonymous letter, I felt like a cleanser approaching my boring life. However, the expression of the current telepathy is the face of a young man risking his life in his own way. Delta Psi must have just realized something important in my talk. He just doesn't want to tell me because he's not sure.
Shortly after, telemetry said.
"Do you have any aides in the fall?"
"I have one or two."
One of the auspicious gates, the door to the sword, might help me. No, it was definitely the relationship because he was a friend of the teacher and gave and received a recommendation for gold while exchanging letters. Of course, if I put it in a dangerous place, the Taj Gate will say "I don't know," but I can get the Taj Gate's help unless I have a special vision.
Then he shakes his head.
"Not just one or two. I'll follow you."
"Excuse me?"
"As far as I'm concerned, I'll convince the best of us to help you out of cancer. If you don't, you will die."
"Dying? I will not approach the Anonymous Order immediately. I've been thinking about taking a chance for years, and it's so negative."
The prospect gives you a false sense of humor.
"Haha... That's not the problem. Do you know what it means to be connected to the shaman? The imperial excess is also relevant enough."
"I had a hunch."
"Predict? You don't know what that means?"
Followed by the words of the network, I kept my mouth shut.
"It means the possibility that the Imperial Court has already resolved the Anonymous Order."
"......!!"
He said something was wrong, but that's it! I was embarrassed for a moment, so I couldn't reach it.
"Then it can't be..."
"Shut up."
As I tried to open my mouth because I was a little elevated, Manfresco hurriedly put his index finger in my mouth.
"You can no longer presume or presume. We need a more solid lead. Before that, consider every move connected to death. This is a huge conspiracy."
"......"
He was definitely wiser than me. In that short moment, he had insight into the situation and made sure what to do next. I thought about it, but it was clear that the Imperial Court itself could be the enemy. Not only did it steal the anonymous letter, it also suggested the possibility that the anonymous priest himself would be at the core of the conspiracy.
It is natural that one step is the path to death. If I do anything suspicious, the imperial palace will be my tomb immediately. When I thought of it that way, my heart sank a little lightly and joyfully going to the fall sheep.
But I said after a while:
"Do we need to uncover this even though it's so dangerous?"
"What...?"
The telescopes stared at me with an astonishing look. I spoke slowly with my arms folded.
"Neither I nor you nor I have a mission to prove."
"That's..."
"If you stay here in seclusion, you won't have to risk your own death as you enter the Fallen Lamb, and you'll still be able to play as a lurker in the Maelstrom. If I'm not greedy for an anonymous priest, I can spend the rest of my life comfortably. Isn't that right?"
I don't want to die anymore.
I accidentally tried to get the Anonymous Scroll, but I don't want to be obsessed with the Anonymous Scroll anymore if there is a huge risk. The conservative desire not to lose my life as an unmanned person I had only gotten my hands on.
"......"
The retinue looks dazzled for a moment. Then he said in a gloomy voice.
"You only know one and you don't know two. Do you think it's unfair that the villagers died miserably when I never saw their faces? Do you think you're willing to risk your life to find out the secret to defending Kangho's justice?"
"......"
"The catastrophe you saw will inevitably befall a large number of people. on a scale so large that it's nothing compared to the tragedy of the village. You're just gonna leave it to chance and run? And if I don't, you're going to be the dog of the powerful and do the dirty work?"
The beggar's words are eager, and there is a bloody appeal.
I'm the only one who can stop the tragedy from his side.
"No one in the world knows more about the imperial character than I. I found out working as an astronaut. They see the world as a cover. If this is what they're doing, there will be horrific uproar someday. Shouldn't we stop him when we can?"
I lost my words in an orderly fashion. His words reminded me one by one of the things I had not thought of. But even so, when I think about it in terms of my life right now, there was something that I couldn't immediately reach.
I shook my head after a while.
"I don't want to see any unnecessary damage."
"... you're like my master. I'm disappointed."
The telepathy is blunt and spits out, and the expression is blatantly distasteful.
"Then I have nothing more to say. I'm glad I got out of the way too. Is there anything else you'd like to hear?"
I thought about it and asked.
"If you were me five years ago, how would you have averted that tragedy? No, what would you do if I came to you five years ago and asked for help?"
He smiles coldly.
"If it were me, I'd sneak out and poison the well." "
"Poison in a well?"
The retinue nods.
"Cultists or whatever, you have to drink water other than human beings. If you live in a closed space, the only way to get drinking water is a well, a thousand, and a river. But I know that the town was quite far from the Milky Way and there was no rift inside the town.
This means that he lived using wells that he had dragged into the waterway ( ) from afar. If you released the poison from the well, their plans would be easily thwarted. The Cultist's vitality will last a few days, but without water, the human sacrifice will die, right? Furthermore, their plan would have been necessary for a large-scale artifact, and it would have been difficult for them to choose another village. "
"......!!"
"Besides, if a black man or a flute freak is human, the subject of the conspiracy you mentioned, shouldn't you be drinking water if you live in that village? It would be a good thing for them to die of poison."
I opened my mouth to the tricks of the network. I and the Hyundai are Muslims, so all I could think about was sneaking in and assassinating them, but I was able to gain a fortune by using a telepathic method. With the blockade of the Cultists, the main sacrifice of the human sacrifice, we can also eliminate those who carry out the plan, if we are lucky. In addition, we do not have to fight black people directly.
"Great, great."
"Of course, people with such obsession and venom won't give up their plans for one poison, but if they keep reporting it to Guan and spread the word to the Muslims in the process, they will eventually have to retreat. I don't think we're gonna need this much without balls."
He sighs for a short while.
"But it's all in the past, and now that I've come up with a plan, it's over. The villagers were frenzied and rampaged, creating a magical object and being slaughtered. There is no human being who can change the past, but now that you mention it, what should I do?"
"......"
"And you should be careful. If they gave birth to a magic object, where would it be now?"
"Ugh…!!"
I took a breath.
By the way, where did all the magic go? It is not uncommon to harvest such large and ferocious magical objects and feed them. Furthermore, even if they had burned down the village and concealed their actions, it was too conspicuous to move the magical object. If they hadn't even heard the rumors about the monsters, they must have been secretly silent with a magic object.
"Damn it..."
I am still conflicted by the urge to listen to the promises and explore the imperial conspiracy. I felt like vomiting was coming from the thought that the magic object was crowded somewhere in the world.
But I endured it. Even if the telepathy is right and there is a huge trajectory coming under heaven, if I try to stop it, I am too likely to die. Instead of risking my life for justice, I just wanted to look away. At least this time, I wanted to be at peace as a Muslim.
Instead, I turned the subject around.
"You said you use poison. What poison would you use?"
"I thought the Cultists only had the level of rationality necessary for real life and didn't feel any pain." Then poison that inflicts great pain or provokes the human senses won't do much good. You need a neurotoxin that stops moving and leads to death, regardless of human will. Neurotoxins can paralyze the entire body and cause shortness of breath and heart attacks. "
"You have neurotoxins?"
"I know how to make it. If you add a special chemical to Snake Poison, you can make it in one day. Making it water soluble will take a little longer, but it won't take two days."
Indeed, he was the owner of a great knowledge. In Kang Ho-morim, the secret passage of a very small part of the family, including the Four Thousand Gates, was also the reading technique. Since he studied a lot of books, he was also aware of his knowledge.
I've been thinking about it for a while. And I said,
"Excellent. How about this, then?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not ready to act to stop the conspiracy, as you said. I still have no intention of stopping the conspiracy."
"Hmm."
"But I really want to learn how to make that neurotoxin. So why don't you trade me your golden credentials for a recipe for neurotoxins? With that information, you won't be able to help me no matter what you do, but I promise you will."
This won't be a dangerous line for me. And I wasn't going to teach you how to make neurotoxins because I was disappointed. So I made my own compromises.
"... Yes! Of course I'll teach you."
The telepathy happily agreed. He seemed to want to help me completely, even passively, to reveal his intentions. Even so, he is a person with a consensus.
Fortunately, there were plenty of days to reach the fall sheep. Since I could be free for at least 7 days, I have learned the recipe for a special neurotoxin in conjunction with a basic reading technique on telemetry. I had to memorize the whole recipe without being wrong, and the content was huge, so I had to study without thinking about leaving the house.
Learning to read is simple. It is because I can use it if I go back to the past, and if I can't afford the time to visit the network, I have to make it myself.
"I've barely learned..."
It was four days after the completion of the neurotoxicological recipe. After studying all day long, I fell down tired of the clinging to the side and chattering. It was because my mental fatigue was too strong.
When I woke up for about half a day, he gave me away.
"If you change your mind in the future, go to the shrine of Yeodongbin 5 miles south-west of Nakdong Province. And if you have this mark, you can be saved there if your life is in danger."
Mangweing gave me a new ticket. It was a little grain. I glanced down at the grain.
"Don't go looking for nothing. Then I'll wear anger."
"Thanks anyway."
"Take a look."
I broke up with the mangrove and headed for the falls.
It was about 8 days after he entered Falling Yang Castle. I rode through the outer gate of the Fallen Lamb and slowly made my way to the Taegeum Gate. Since it was daytime, there were as many disciples studying as iron doors, and it was crowded. Overall, there appeared to be fewer numbers than iron doors, but the average level of students seemed to be higher.
I made it to the front gate of the Blade Gate. Then the gatekeepers stopped them.
"Stop. What are you doing at the gate?"
"It's called the White Tiger from the Blue Dragon Palace. Please pass this letter to Lord Taegeum."
"Hmm."
After a while, they go inside and out.
"Follow me."
Arriving along the gatekeepers was a tidy reception room. When I looked at the ornaments in the interior that were both gorgeous and elegant, I could feel that this place was the most sacred amulet in the autumn. Luxury objects are rarely seen, but the interior atmosphere alone gives us a sense of the nature of the owner.
A moment later, a man walks into the reception hall.
"I've heard stories. Are you the Blue Dragon Warrior's shooter?"
I got up and got respect.
"Yes, it is an honor to meet you, Lord Taegeumut."
I did.
The figure who was neatly dressed as an elder of a finite impression standing in front of me - a pale white person - is now the leader of the wrinkled duo and the owner of the census who defeated the volcanic elders in 100 seconds.
"Have a seat for a moment."
"Yes."
Glug glug.
The garbage standing next to me carefully poured tea into the doorman and my cup of tea. I thought that the Taegeummist who drank tea beautifully somehow reminded me of the Choongryong Choongju and became friends with similar personalities. Both are calm and relaxed, but perhaps Taegmundo is also a scary figure like a tiger in practice.
The doorman said.
"You've heard of your golden recommendation, right?"
"That's right."
"But I was told to keep it a secret, and unfortunately, some of my protege heard about it. I have no intention of reversing my words, of course, but they say they want to test your skills."
Of course, if the golden throne, which could have been his place, were passed over to the criminals of the other clans, he would have lost his mind and become mad just like me. However, the disciples at Taegeum Gate seemed to be angry with me because the Taegeumurist's authority and honor were so strong.
"Are you a shampoo?"
"Please tell me it's not that big a deal."
As soon as I got here, I thought things were complicated. But as I expected, I nodded with confidence.
"Of course I do."