peritoneal warfare
When he returned to the Choongryong Palace, Lee Kwang Lee said, looking at the field of the Chongnam Clan.
"Leave that to the War of the Dragon. I'll take care of it."
How will you deal with what? They were Lee Kwang, Jingzhong, and they didn't understand the way of thinking. While I was grumbling in my heart, Lee Kwang Lee placed the elixir on the table.
"Let's have a drink. I heard what it was like."
"Yes."
Jinzo and I talked about what happened at the drunken bar. It was mainly the executions of Jinzo, which I briefly explained to him. After explaining the eggplant, Lee Kwang Lee said as if he was satisfied.
"You are my disciples. As expected."
"Thank you."
"Okay, one drink at a time. This is gonna be a good night's drink."
And the drink continued until the time of the alcoholic drink. Jinzo went straight back because he had to work the shooter again at dawn tomorrow. After I finished eating, I cleaned up the Ahnsaw, and Lee told me.
"You want to ask me something."
He drank a lot, but he wasn't drunk at all. I was just feeling drunk. A master that size may not drink alcohol in a single serving. I said it carefully because I knew it.
"When I went to Jongnam, they called you the Blue Dragon, not the Three Days. When I asked General Yeon-jung Hong why, he told me that if I asked Master, I would know."
"Why didn't you ask me that before?"
"It was a great place to celebrate improvement. It's almost time..."
"Isn't it your lungs if you ask?"
"......"
Lee Gwang-sik smiled.
"You're a really funny kid. I thought I saw someone well, but I can't judge you."
"If it were uncircumcision, I'd stand down."
"No. I'll tell you why I'm called the Blue Dragon, as she said. Sit there."
"Yes."
When I sat across from Lee, facing an empty table, he drank a glass of cold water and said,
"Did you know that I did not work in the Moors from my youth, but was the shooter of the Imperial Army?"
"Yes, you taught me that when I first saw it."
"Now I have to tell you. The reason I left the Imperial Court and joined the Moors."
I was looking forward to it.
'Finally.'
The imperial forester's shooter means the position of teaching martial arts to 100,000 soldiers, officers, and generals stationed in the Yellow River Falls Yang. It was also often accompanied by the Emperor's martial arts master. The highest rank of any officer with the honor of processing more than gold, and also recognised as a master of nothing! It's hard to understand how to abandon it and run a blind spot in a spectator.
In his previous life, Lee Kwang had never told the story of Katabutan. I once asked, but I used to frown explicitly, saying that I was arrogant every time. I was not close enough to hear about the past from Lee Kwang until my previous life.
Lee told me.
"What do you think the Imperial Guard is?"
"Isn't that the Imperial Army, the Golden Ladyship, and three alumni?"
"Yes, but the Imperial Army is actually segregated into the ranks of General, so the closest thing to escort is Gold and alumni."
Lee told me to go there and sighed.
"In fact, the gold medal and alumni have been competing too much since the founding. It was inevitable that both were hunting dogs created by the emperor to protect power without believing in the authority of control. So, even though I wasn't good enough to escort the emperor properly from the Soviet Union outside, I began to corrupt with only authority. Lots of bribes were used by the Gwangmyunseo to put his son in charge.
Concerned about this, Emperor Jeolla felt the need to reincarnate the two institutions into a proper elite group. And I chose the best elites, and I chose the best and most loyal members of the group.
In the process, there were four of the finest masters in the imperial court at the time. They were called "martyrs." "
"......!!"
As I stared at Lee, he nodded his head.
"I acted as one of the Death Eaters."
It was an amazing fact.
If that's what you're saying, then isn't Lee Gwang-ju, the Blue Dragon, right in front of his eyes, supposed to be a great guy? If he was the greatest master in the imperial palace, he was already the greatest master since then. Moreover, the emperor's credibility was strong enough to regroup the imperial powerless organization by order of the emperor, and he once existed in the nucleus of power!
Lee Gwang smiles bitterly as I swallowed his saliva.
"At that time, I realized there were fewer than ten usable masters in the imperial palace, and decided to press the moat to get a stronger one."
"Pressing the Moorish?"
"At the time, many Muslim families, including the Old File Room, were skeptical about giving Jafar's elite masters to the Imperial Gold. It's relatively close to being supplied with talented people from the anamfatha and other anamfatha."
"Why? The Muslims are dying to be golden..."
"It was because there was an unstoppable struggle of power within the imperial palace. After being drawn as a golden heir or alumni, my limbs were torn to pieces in a single day, and I was often caught up in the blasphemy. Who would give up their best pupil for such a struggle?"
"......"
I don't know when Lee Kwang's "past" time is. What is certain is that it was before I was born, and it was decades ago. It was so different from the current Muslim or imperial mood that I had to breathe and listen to it.
He looked at the moon in the sky and said,
"But still, I had to. I went looking for the leaders of each faction, persuading them that they would never be defeated by my side. But they wouldn't listen to me. So I chose the last resort."
"The last resort..."
"I broke down the island, not just the Moors, but also looking for the Moors. I smashed three or four doorframes a day with an excuse. I think I defeated quite a lot of the Masters at the time, but I still regret killing a lot of them."
"......"
"I knew the pressure would put my hands up in the Moorish and leave the top masters in the Imperial Court."
Is that what you meant?
The imperial archaeologist and ambassador, Lee Gwang-chung, did not follow the imperial order to destroy the tree - this means that there was a crazy attempt in the past. And maybe there was an Old Filipino Confederacy mixed in with the Unsullied. I swallowed and asked.
"Did you also challenge Madopalmoon or the Old File Room?"
"It was not a challenge, it was a dance."
"Yes, beet."
"I also fought against the Nam, Volcanoes, and Wudang. You fought against the Black Night Moon, the Suramun, and the Blue Moon."
"I wonder what happened to you..."
"I've never lost."
The answer was too concise. But I realized the hidden meaning of the words and trembled.
The one called Qingryong Lee - showed off the power of the Imperial Archdiocese, Qingryong Qingqing! It was also invincible against the elite of the jungle faction and Safa! I thought I knew what Jinzo told me about fear. At that time, the name "Blue Dragon" was literally the messenger of the imperial palace who drives blood and death.
I asked because I couldn't believe it.
"I can't believe you'd open up a grudge like that..."
"All those who hold a grudge against me have been thoroughly trampled upon. I didn't have anyone left to turn to because I had a reasonable compromise. Those parts were thorough and came down to Moorish."
I felt like a scary human being. If you say you've done your job thoroughly with your own mouth, you'll be trampled under your feet like a nightmare you'd never want to meet. The mortal was not to be turned against even if he died.
"......"
"But even after pressuring him like that, he kept the door locked even more. There was a lot of reflexes that did not fight me with the excuse of being a Beacon Gate. I was angry and annoyed when the target of the master loan hit its limit."
Lee was drinking tea and smiling bitterly.
"... And then things got out of hand. The battle in the Imperial Court is over, so it's all settled. The Moorish tribes gave up the Masters again, returning to the top of the golden statue and the brotherhood of the elite. I was released from death row for lack of competence."
"Release... that's not your fault, is it?"
"That's what I thought at first. So I came down to Moorim and thought of all kinds of things. All my life, I've been loyal to the Imperial Court, and I've been so desperate to get kicked out."
The face of Lee Gwang reminded me of a comfortable face.
"But it wasn't. I was right."
"Yes?"
"All I had to do was not put up a fight and crush the Masters. It was to quickly end the imperial battle and gain peace in the world. If you had done so, you wouldn't have sacrificed anyone and you wouldn't have bought up your useless grudges.
I did not think of it as my head, I only followed orders from the superiors, and I felt it was an act of virtue, and I believed it. I failed because I didn't think of it as my own. "
"......"
Lee said, looking at me strongly.
"Keep that in mind. Even if you have strong power, you must think with your own head and walk the path you have chosen with your own will. Otherwise, strength is useless against any other."
Think with your head!
It was the greatest lesson that Lee Kwang Lee could teach me today. At the same time, I felt overwhelmed by what he was saying after several previous lives. It is because I have died many times while acting impulsively, not thinking with my head.
'Life experience and wisdom are essential.'
When I made a face that I realized something, Lee Kwang Lee made a strange face.
"You're so unique. I told him this story several times, but he was only perceived as a guide going forward. But you're feeling empathetic, as if you've experienced a similar experience."
"......"
"More talk of intoxication. I'm going to ask you a few more questions."
Lee Gwang's face flashed. Even that cold-hearted human doesn't seem to be in a good mood to share his past. I thought deeply and asked Lee Gwang-woong an important question.
"Do you know the Lord Commander of Gold? Is he also an Imperial ambassador?"
"Of course, he's also my best friend as the White Tiger of Death."
I drooled into my heart.
'That's why you were so ignorantly strong.'
If the Golden Governor were the White Tiger of the Imperial Palace, it would be impossible for me to win a frontal battle right now. It is because he is a friend of Lee Gwang and is called a master of the Apostolic Age.
"Who are the other two?"
"One is Khwan, the alumni commander. The other one wrote."
"Three masters, including you, were commanders of the Imperial Imperial Power Group, and the Master had no special status?"
"Writing is something special. He was at a real level of depression, so he rarely showed himself to the same ambassador. I believe he lives in the deepest darkness."
"I see."
Lee Kwang told me about it and gave me a pinglass.
"What would you do if you were curious about the death penalty? No one can handle what you're capable of."
Anyway, the information I got now was a great harvest. I rolled my head in one ear to remember it all. And I said,
"... I have one last question for you."
"Tell me."
"If the Golden Throne loses human virtue and commits evil, will you stop them?"
"Hmm."
Lee Gwang seemed to take my question seriously. Maybe it's because you've been thinking about it. Lee, who was thinking about Lee, frowned like that, opened his mouth a long time later.
"If it is for the Emperor's sake, we cannot stop it."
"Are you serious?"
Lee Kwang nods.
"I've seen a lot of inhuman activities, and I participated in them. I've tortured myself. However, all of these actions are because we believe that our actions are devoted to His Majesty. I can understand them because killing their justice for the Lord and killing the Lord is the way of Atheism."
"That's..."
I wanted to grip and rebel against it.
"The throne of gold is no longer the throne of gold in your memory! They've driven tens of thousands of people mad and sacrificed them as human sacrifices! '
But I endured it.
I endured this because I remembered the neck of a telepath. If I tell Lee the truth now, I might be able to take some time to prove the tragedy and turn him into a colleague.
However, there is no guarantee that making Yi Kwang an ally can break the golden stature. In addition, it is possible to ignore the truth and turn your eyes away from it. I will eventually face a catastrophic situation when I cut off the neck of a dead man, unless I have enough power.
I will no longer rely on the power of others. In my previous life, I entered the Blue Dragon Cabinet to strengthen myself. For that reason, he vowed to run relentlessly without looking back or side.
I heard the words of light in my ears, lowering my head.
"That's all for today's drink. Tomorrow, I will teach you a thousand blows, so stay sharp."
Lee's movements slowly fade away.
I sat alone in front of an empty table and looked at the moon outside the window. It was full moon.
"Stay sharp."
Now I'm ready again.
I can only trust myself.