peritoneal warfare
I started heading toward the falls with a net. I was able to cross mountains and rivers easily by myself, but I decided to go riding because I had to keep up with the scouts. I decided to stop by the Mangrove's house on my way to Falling Yang.
The telemetry is a tidy up after coming to your hut. It was simply a process of reorganizing not only the books and the information he had, but also the sources he had hidden in the fancy songs. During that time, he had been using the money he had earned as fortune tellers and counsellors to buy informants and subordinates to build an elaborate network. This time, he stole a map near the village from the guardhouse, too.
I asked the Grimm.
"With such a network of tissues, you could have built a wave. Why were you living in such a spectacular dive?"
Mangosteen slaps his hand.
"Of course, if I had formed an intelligence organization, I'd be ten times richer than I am now. But information is worthwhile when you have the strength to defend it. If the Mediterranean forces are worried about their lives, there's no reason to sell information."
"Hmm…"
"And I really liked the vibrant life of the song. I made enough money, I looked at books when I wanted to, I played when I wanted to."
I wanted to be sarcastic when I wanted to fuck a girl, but I just stopped. Instead, he picked up one of the ledgers of the Mangrove and looked at it.
"Then why did you live on borrowing your teacher's reputation?"
"Because I have permission. I don't want to embarrass his name."
"Even so, the impersonation..."
He smiles bitterly.
"Have mercy on my master. I don't mind if I take a shit on my teacher's reputation. He is hardly interested in everything in the world. He wasn't interested in fame, but somehow he became famous."
"A skilled person can stand out from anywhere."
"The only one who can help us now, however, is my master, the scout. If we can get your help, everything will be fine."
I asked you a question.
"By the way, why didn't you learn how to blow a hole? If you had a planetarium in the Imperial Palace, you would have had a chance to see the unofficial books."
"Of course there was. But because shameless means physical, there's a limit to the life of a desk biter like me. I can build an inner circle to improve my health, but it's meaningless. Instead of obsessively pursuing the Literary Jacks, I wanted to put all my energy into my special moods."
The way of thinking was fresh from the perspective of the Muslims. Even though you had the chance to master the art of kung fu, you saved that time and kept working on your studies! But I could understand his words because I saw the telepathic genius of cunning and wisdom at my side. He could be far superior to the clumsy because he never rested and polished his knowledge and wisdom.
While he was tidying up the room, he suddenly remembered.
"Oh, don't throw away the poisoned jar. Keep it. There will be work to do."
"I see."
"Well, that settles it. If you have any books you'd like to read, let me know and I'll lend them to you."
I took a peek at his library in the hopeless proposal. I remember studying in the past three years with my head smashed in. I didn't seem to have studied that much at the time, but after all, it was knowledge that became flesh and blood. Books accumulated with hopelessness would definitely be worth studying. I took out a book from the bookshelf.
"I want to see this."
"? Are you interested in refinement?"
"Well, there's a secret to eternal life."
Embalming was a book that included refinements and weights, other diets, and respiratory meditation. He was not particularly a secretary, and the teachers of three and two were often looking for one or two books. He laughs and says.
"What the world says about refinement is that nine for nine is a scam. I don't believe in refinement even in the Imperial Court anymore."
"Huh? Isn't refinement supposed to make Elixir of Immortality?"
"The goal of refinement is to create the ultimate withdrawal, usually by mixing large amounts of Mercury to make this withdrawal. However, mercury has considerable toxicity, so when refined medicine is taken, it can cause addiction."
Addict!
I was surprised because the word didn't fit with refinement. Mangosteen said.
"A true cornerstone is the secret passage of very few people to the left or right. You can't tell from a book like this. Still, martial arts are useful in this book."
"Real practice? So there is a restraint?"
"Yes. But obtaining it is almost impossible, so just let it flow."
He said that and gave me another book.
"I'd rather read this. This is the North Channel."
"Looks like a picture book."
"Yes. The monks in this book are interesting, so it's worth looking at."
"I'll take a look."
As he said, there were strange names and monsters in the mountain range. Although this didn't seem practical, I decided to read the mountain ranges according to the telepathy. I was drawn to this book because I saw the magic with my own eyes.
After the settlement of the song, he was able to come to the fall in about three or four days. The Fallen Lamb, as it used to be, was impressed by its lavish, massive walls and crowds from afar from the outer space.
Bluish.
As the horse grumbles, the telepathy catches up.
"You don't have to go inside the castle. Teacher lives somewhere else."
"Shouldn't you live in optimism?"
"She lives outside the castle because she doesn't like things getting messy. It's a good thing we're getting into optimism now because there's no danger in it."
We went southwest from the Fall Sheep. Approximately five leagues later, a small village with shrines of Yeodongbin (21570) emerged.
Yeodongbin was a member of the Tao Tao Tao line, a legendary sage called the Sword Line at the end of the period. Doho was a crusader (32020; Yang ) who worshiped him in the Old Testament or all kinds of pagan sects, as well as three pagans. He also enjoyed the popularity of the civilian population because he had also defeated dragons with a legendary sword.
The net came down from the horse's shrine in Dong Bin. Then he politely placed his consignment on the shrine altar and said:
"My disciple has arrived."
After a while, the shrine of Lady of the Sword called out trembling. The vibration flows for about half an angle and then stops.
Then a strange voice came from behind.
"Death is bad timing. Master has business to attend to."
I looked back.
There was a young man who looked like he was in his early 20s. What was unusual was that he wasn't wearing a robe, but that he was dressed as a farmer, and his ears were flowing with a strange look. When Manhwa found him, he smiled nervously.
"Priest. I've come to see you urgently."
"Who told you? He's just not here right now."
"......"
The young man who was called a priest said expressionlessly.
"But leave the Bopae Pentecost in place. The teacher said he would no longer tolerate the use of that item."
"......!!"
The retinue seems surprised, but you nod soon enough.
"Very well. I'll be going, then."
"Suit yourself. Then I'll go farming myself."
A young man named Priest took a hoe in one hand and threw it somewhere else. It seemed like he really was a farmer. I told the goddess that when the priest disappeared, it was ridiculous.
"Farming? Your priest is an excellent magician. Why are you always farming?"
It was what ordinary people do all the time. Of course, farming was not a bad thing, but it was somewhat absurd for the disciple of the continent's best magician, the scout master, to not save his ability.
"My priests are self-sufficient with farming. Nearby people think of him as just a peasant."
"Oh, you're growing a farm, and you're reaping enormous crops with a mysterious technique."
"There is no such thing. He doesn't use liquor. He farms as usual."
"Is it because you're doing it under prehistoric supervision?"
"Neither do I. My priests have already obtained a license and have been recognized as a practitioner."
When I looked at the shrine, he smiled bitterly.
"He's just like that. The value of secularity means nothing to my teachers and priests."
"Hmm."
"Anyway, I should wait for you in this town for a while."
"When will the scout master arrive?"
"I don't know. How many years will it take for you to be so self-righteous..."
I thought staying in this little town was a waste of time. Perhaps in a few days, they will be moving from the imperial palace to investigate the disappearance of gold altogether, because if they save time like gold, they will just have to wait for the inevitable. But I had no choice, so I decided to take out the hiding place and stay in the guestroom for a long time.
Mangosteen said.
"That went well. Don't you need to rethink your martial arts? Let's say it's a training period."
The Golden Governor will not be followed immediately. It was enough to 'clean up' and no witnesses, so it was likely that after a few years they would not be able to tell the truth. Right now, we're only preparing one for the bay.
"It's all good... but I have a question. What should I call you from now on?"
This was an important issue. I've been roughly calling it telescoping, but the real telescoping is separate. When I raise my concerns, I answer the question with confidence, as if to why do I ask useless things.
"Just keep calling me hopeless."
"Wouldn't your master or disciple be embarrassed?"
"Humans don't care about that. And I admitted it because I was accepted to use the title Mangosteen in the first place. You don't have to worry about that."
A priestly relationship that tolerates impersonation!
It was absurd because it could not be understood or understood in general literacy.
"By the way, what is the name of your priest?"
"I am Cheon Woojin."
"That's an odd name."
"I'm afraid of priests. Turning him against the Hundred Thousand is a foolish thing to do."
Unlike the appearance of an ordinary peasant boy, Priest Chunwoojin of the Plains seemed to be a very skilled person. I decided to take the advice of the telepathy because I didn't have to make scratches on it.
From that day on, the days of training were repeated while eating and sleeping in the guest glasses. The landlord seemed to want to complain about all sorts of things because he had paid for a rough year's accommodation.
"You take care of your own business."
He said so and went to read a book.
I did three shifts a day of unprotected training, and the rest of my time I was doing internal air operations, drilling through the drains. He seemed to be studying something while reading a book in a promising way. I thought I would become ignorant if I didn't read the book, so I carefully read the mountain coastline I borrowed from the scouts.
However, there was still time left, so the day I saw the blue sky in the guest room continued. I felt like I was going through the same routine every day. It was already quite a while ago and ten days and nights had passed, but there was still no sign of a scout leader.
"......"
I had a strange feeling that I had almost never felt before in my life.
It's frowny and boring.
And boring.
And so time went on and on.
A month later, two months later, the third month. So far, the world has been quiet, rather than chasing after gold. I got a little lazy on any new training occasion, so I only practiced my vinegar once a day, and spent the rest of my time rolling around in the guestrooms or looking at the view of the mountains.
'This doesn't feel right.'
In the beginning, I decided to train harder during the waiting period to raise the free radius. However, as the time increased and no one interfered or spoke to me, I was unable to concentrate on my training. It was very contrasting to the time when I fought hard and cleaned my hands and feet while I was a criminal at all.
I had to go in half a year to find out why.
My will is not exceptional. If someone does not arrest me, it becomes a new roughly because I failed to fulfill my oath. Rather, he had been working unusually hard during that time. I've been eating dumplings on my bed all day, roughly uneducated.
And hopelessness told me one day.
"Hundred. Aren't you fat?"
"......"
It was like that. I ate the guest's chicken, liquor, or dumplings every day, so I hardly moved and sometimes trained in the air. My lower abdomen was a little bulky, so I was showing off the hills. I said out of embarrassment.
"Uh... these things come out when you move a little bit."
"Don't be lazy. If you're so bored, just talk to my priest."
"With Chunwoojin?"
Chunwoojin, the priest of the shrine, was growing a small garden farm in the creek. Of course, the relationship was going on for half a year because I didn't pretend to be close to him.
"You've got nothing better to do?"
It was.
I was baffled when I was asked to meet him suddenly, but I went to play with him because I had nothing else to do anyway.
'I should carry a book of mountain ranges.'
Cheonwoojin was digging for potato roots. Crouching down and moving the hoe hard was no more than a farmer or less. I saw Cheonwoojin and greeted him.
"Greetings."
Cheonwoojin glanced at me and said.
"... Hundred thousand of you have a belly protruding."
Why do these priests keep talking about men's bellies sticking out? I was a little annoyed in my heart, but I passed it on.
"Did I ever teach you my name? How do you know my name?"
"Because you taught me."
"Excuse me?"
Cheonwoojin smiled brightly.
"You're still dreaming. Now that you've seen your nature as much as you want to see it, wake up."
Pa!
At the next moment, I felt the scene in front of me turn around.
And when I first arrived in the village, the situation was unfolding in front of the sword girl Dongbin. The mangrove was just laying a fig gold wire on the altar, and I was looking back at it. I was embarrassed because it was just like that day.
'What?! Is it back in time?'
But it wasn't.
I hear voices again from the back.
"Did you have a good dream?"
Cheonwoojin was walking in. Despite the clumsy look on his face, I was shivering at the moment. In Cheonwoojin's hand was a book I was reading. I spent half a year looking at that book and accidentally spilled chicken on the cover of that book, and the traces of that soup appeared all over the book.
I only knew then.
Speech!
Cheon Woo-jin showed me, in that short moment, half a year of life as a illusion! I can't even believe I'm standing here breathing. I mean, maybe this moment is still a hallucination.
When did I get a hallucinogen?
When you entered the shrine? When you talked to Grimm? Or when you live in a village?
I didn't even know when I had my hallucinations.
Huff...
What was even more surprising was that my lower abdomen was currently very chunky. This is the result of half a year of playing. The hallucinations seemed to actually have an impact on reality.
Scary...!! '
When I was appalled by the power of my hallucinations, Cheonwoojin said.
"Executed. I just tested the visitor. I didn't do any magic tricks because I didn't have the skills to do it, but I made my companion feel alive for half a year."
"Huff!"
The telemetry shocked me. It was because Cheonwoojin was saying that, but he didn't even feel what was happening.
"It was the only thing I could do to avoid exposing you to useless dangers. Well, the Hundred Hundred Man wasn't so evil after all."
When I looked at Cheonwoojin with a devastated look, Cheonwoojin looked at me and pointed at me with a hoe.
"You don't deserve to see your master. Weird Qi is hiding from your body. You have no right to enter the town until you get rid of the source of that fraud."
Pa 'at
The next moment, I came to my senses, and I stood outside the village. Neither of them could figure out what was going on, so their eyes were shaking. The telepathy told me if I knew what was going on after a long time.
"The priest gave us a blessing."
In the telepathic hand, the Bopae Pentecost disappeared.
"......"
It was the first real trick I'd ever seen in my life.
I can't trust my senses and my senses!
I explained to her in detail what I had experienced. Then he shakes his head as if he had no choice.
"My priest specializes in hallucinations. The time you spent half a year deceiving your senses is nothing but a delusion."
"I really have fat on my belly?"
"That's why I'm afraid of Cheonwoojin's hallucinations. He has the ability to break the boundaries between reality and fantasy."
It was truly a terrifying ability. It was impossible to boast in front of him because he had mastered the messy craft. It was a peculiar illusion that even 100,000 troops could sell out if they wanted to.
"At this rate, you won't be able to enter that town for the rest of your life."
"A source of deception without question. What is he talking about?"
"I don't know. But there must be a reason my priest would reject us so vigorously."
It was then that one assumption crossed my mind.
"No way...? '
Secretary of Heaven!
That's all I could think about when I said it was a scam. No, most definitely not. Cheonwoojin must have felt the energy between the heavenly assistants. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so determined to strike me down.
But where do you put a paramedic here? It was an important item that was directly related to my previous life, so I could never take it away from my body.
How do I do this? '
I groaned, "Fuck off."
"Hah, this is bad."
It was because he was not able to resist an excellent magician. Liquor was the realm of divinity, so it was not something we could do with human wisdom. It is impossible to pierce the magic performed by the most skilled disciple of the Middle Palace Mages.
"If we don't get into that town, we won't be able to achieve anything. If we waste any more time here, we'll lose our chance at a gold medal."
The moment of choice is coming for me.