Amcheon Township
I went to the Black Horse's guided medicinal war. Whether the Moon was the Safari Gate or not, it was thriving enough to keep the medicines separate, and the medicinal bookkeeper in charge of the medicines was a foolish-looking old man. He looked at my condition and said,
"Sit down!"
I sat silently in front of the Black Horse, not even the one next to him. The pharmacist seemed to be quite precious even though he was nonverbal. He gently touched my body and pressed three of my acupuncture points.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"You still have nerves. Because you cut it well."
From the point of view of the severed arm, the medicinal broker, who was shouting evil noises, cast acupuncture at such a rapid rate. Then the jugular vein of the body quickly activates, and I can feel my arm sticking together more quickly. It seemed to have exhibited a non-invasive procedure that increased the absorbance of the human body's vitality and flesh points.
He wrapped his bandage around me one last time and slapped me on the shoulder.
"It's done! If I sleep well, I'll have it all."
"Thank you."
Then, I looked at the black horse with an unfathomable eye.
"Punctuation. What hard feelings did you have for this young man, slaughtering him eight times?"
"Congressman, I'm sorry. It was my mistake."
"Well... I don't blame you."
It was time for the premedication to pass. I asked you a question just in case.
"Are you a member of the Gangjeon-gil (23004; )?"
Phew, and at the same time, both eyes were on me. She looked genuinely surprised, and the medicinal brochure opened her eyes. The pharmacist stuttered and asked.
"What makes you think that?"
"There was a Great Councilwoman under heaven, and I thought that there was only one member of the Gangse-si Council who could be a medicine conduit for Young-mun."
My answer was silent. She nodded as if she was looking at the black horse, and soon she sighed.
"Yes, I am."
The Highest Streets of Hanam!
He was one of the five most eminent physicians in the world as Grand Councillor of the underworld, just like the Illuminati Sign. I wondered why a shrine with the best medical skills in Hanam and the skills to save Shaolin's master was entrusted to the Sapphire Gate, but I soon found the answer in my mind.
'Maybe it's the Soviet Socialism.'
The Great Councillor of the Empire was once called by the Soviet Church to be forcibly kidnapped to heal the Soviet Socialist Union. They worked hard for about a year, but eventually they failed to cure the disease of the socialist, and instead of returning safely to the Middle East, they were accused of conspiring with the White pantheon. That is why he decided to consider his merit because he could not stand the sign of the spirit of light.
The War on Medicine Road has spoken.
"Mundo, what is this child? Boldness and calmness in this incredible inner air... I don't know what the hell he's doing."
"As you can see, there's no shortage of them. That's why I feel the debt of my heart is greater."
"Hmm."
As the gangway roared, I looked straight at him and said,
"I got my medicine as a way of doing my Fahrenheit work. And I told the truth about the Bavarian incident to the Fahrenheit housekeeper."
"......!!"
I thought it was too straightforward, but at that moment, the look of the subway became pale. And she looked even more surprised when she was watching me. They seemed to share a secret, and it would be frightening when I came to know the secret again.
The plot ends here.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Do you have any evidence that you've been transferred to medical school?"
I raised my right arm unsaid and drooled. Then, carrying the internal air, I quickly cast a fahrenheit needle, and during the process, I memorized the location of each jugular vein and blood vessel. Watching the basic demonstration of the pyramid needle, the battlefield opened its mouth. I realized my medical skills were of the highest order.
"You know, it's a hundred and eighty."
"Huh... Haha... Are you a disciple of the Cultist's White Signature?"
"Yes. It's a trick, but I've been taught a lesson for a while."
The plot thickens.
"Genius… Is it possible to master shameless medicine at that age…!!"
A short time later, the war zone said.
"Yes. So what do you want me to do? Why are you telling me this?"
"I want to know more about the reality of what happened back then. Why the Bishop didn't heal, what the Sovereign Church was thinking..."
"......"
"I'm sorry if I was rude."
I stared at the Black Horse again.
She said.
"I want to know."
"What is this child's relationship with you in Phrase?"
"As you can see, I owe you a debt I can't wash away by mistake. I want you to know what he wants to know."
It seemed that the gumma was trying to repay my heart with this.
"And in return, you share your secrets."
"I won't deny it."
"......"
The streetcar sighs heavily. And I said,
"First, tell me the story you heard from the painter."
When I briefly explained the treatment of the minority and the accusation of being a spy of the Great Councilman, he was briefly silent. And he said,
"I see. That's what the old man thought. Taken into consideration."
Although the signature chose immigration to consider the medical profession, the power road to live alone was just entrusted to the Sapphire Gate, Mu-yeong Moon, Madopal. No one in Kangho Moo Forest would be able to put up a fight if it were a permanent medicinal herb.
"What do you think?"
"Whatever it is, it's the same for me. Odinstead tried together for a year, but I couldn't help it. The only difference is that to me, the Masked Marquis of the Black Lake came."
It is the patron saint of the unconscious. I was rebellious.
"Not a silver fox mask?"
"Yes."
The length of the battle was a horse.
"But I think differently. I don't know if the old man thought it was just a minor illness that we couldn't get our hands on, but I thought it might not have been."
"Not a disease?"
"Yes."
The ramp calmly said.
"There was extensive coordination of the Libyan Empire, the supreme commander, and the councilman of Chulalongkorn Province gathered. To be honest, I was confident that I would bring someone back from the dead within a mile. However, we did not even know what kind of symptoms he was suffering from, rather than treating him. It's definitely not a disease."
"Unless it's a disease..."
"I think it may be a curse."
Curse!
It was the most vicious and cruel of alchemy. An attack that can inflict harm on an opponent through powerful vendetta. It's also a technique created solely for the destruction of the opponent.
I thought about it for a while and said,
"There's no reason to call the senator, is there? Curse must be cured by a shaman."
"... I don't know. But unlike the old man who had been a congressman to his bones, I also considered the possibility of a witchcraft curse. The same was true of the Oriental Order. The Eastern elders were a little better than us, but we couldn't even use them."
"Hmm."
"That's all I know."
He smiles and leaves a hint.
"Maybe the Eastern Old Man knows more. I had a one-on-one conversation with the monk before I went back to the end of the day."
"Couldn't they have used the millennium to heal the minority?"
"That's..."
He said as if he remembered a hesitant battle path.
"Oh, right. That was weird. They seem nervous and full of pride when they hear about the struggle. I don't know what it was about, but it seemed like there was a secret to the Crucible."
"Hmm."
I felt that my arm was cut off, so I found a strong road and had an unexpected harvest.
And one assumption came to mind.
"Then, isn't the Black & '92; White Sovereign Union capable of healing the curse?'
In his tenth life, the Soviet minority was saved by the Black and White Sovereign Union. If so, the difference between the genitalia and the black and white Soviet Union is the presence or absence of the [ability to heal the curse]. Crucifixion had an explosive boost in internal air, but it was definitely not as powerful as black and white. Somehow, this fact seemed to be useful in the future.
I told her when the story was over.
"Sorry, I won't be staying long."
"Why?"
"I have some urgent business to attend to, and I need to go now."
"Hmm."
The black horse shed a tear. Well, I can't say that I've paid off the debt of the heart that cut off my arm so much that I can just throw up my secret to the main road. He couldn't even repay his debt for saving his daughter from pirates.
The delirious Black Horse said as if she had decided to.
"Come back another time. I have a gift for you."
"Thank you very much."
"I promise. Come back."
"Yes. Farewell."
I greeted the gumma and came out of nowhere.
'I could be forever indebted to the sword, but not now.'
It's been a while since I put pirate prisoners in my armor. It was important to return them to their homes. I used the flashlight to travel to the acidity, but it was just now dawn.
Sticky
"It hurts..."
The nerves were tight, but I still felt intermittent pain. This made it impossible to use your left arm until it stabilized. I decided to refrain from fighting as much as possible and pulled people out of my collar in an unpopular place.
Urr
Aside from the women who went to the Moon Moon Moon, men who were pure middlemen flocked in turn. I took a look at the wounded, one by one, and fortunately, there were no major injuries. I asked again, treating the wound.
"Aren't you hungry or in need of urination?"
Then I heard an unexpected answer.
"What are you talking about? It's nighttime in and out."
"......?"
"Suddenly, it feels like time has changed."
I was surprised by their answer.
'Does it mean that time rarely runs out when you get inside the armor?'
Seeing the amount of pirate prisoners talking, it seemed to have come out in the blink of an eye after quite some time since I put it in my collar. Judging by that, the time inside the armor must have flowed much slower than the outside.
I first calmed down and led them to the guestroom.
"Come out, master."
At dawn, the guest glass woke up and said, "I paid the money I received from the shrine."
"We're going to use this for our guests today."
"Ney?! You're joking, right?"
"If this money looks like a joke, it's no big deal."
When I tried to take the money bundle, the guest owner caught me hot. As I glanced at her, the owner laughed.
"No way. Feel free to use it."
I fed them first, washed them, and put them to sleep. Even though it was dawn, the guests' glasses were loud. The landlord, as well as his wife and Spot, came out and listened to them. I took another look at the wounded and waited for the sun to rise.
When the sun came up and people had enough rest, I gathered them together and said,
"It's time to part ways. I'll spare you some space here.I hope it helps you get back to your hometown."
"My Lord..."
"Thank you..."
I grabbed the Silver One and sent them off one by one, and they were overjoyed with tears. It was a sight I often saw, but it felt good to help people. Since they have given them enough grace, there will be no shortage of room.
Then I encountered the old man's captive again.
"My savior... I cannot help but repay you... for your generosity... so I would like to give you my life... a request for my spleen... for anyone... anyone... who wants to kill... bring this plaque to the village of Childhood of the Mountain... anyone..."
You received a Black Plank.
I listened to the end and asked him. I thought it was nonsense last time, so I just handed it over, but this time I wasn't going to give it up.
"You don't look like a Muslim, but if you take this plank, will you accept my request?"
Then the old man shivered with joy. Then he smiled and said.
"You're... interested..."
"It's not nothing."
"No... it's not a matter of free will... but God grants you a wish."
"God?"
I was curious as I heard a strange sound.
Why would God accept a murder request?
The old man laughed and said.
"I... know that if I take that scepter... the gods grant me a wish... but that wish... is to kill only one thing... and that's it..."
"Hmmm..."
"Come... anytime... because the people of my village... instead of living in a seven-year-old village... I can give that necklace... to only one person in my life..."
"I see."
I didn't seem to have anything else to find out, so I sent the old man on his way. I looked down at the black collar in curiosity.
"Quest God for murder"? '
Something interesting was going to happen.
I felt like I had done everything I could to free the prisoners. Now that I think about it, I've decided to involve the brain stem in an alliance with the anti-celestial alliance, which I don't need to do on the telepathic side. It's because I told him that it would be better to meet General Hwang Yeon as an equal after referencing General Hwang rather than reluctantly hesitating about doubts at the Chungryong palace.
That is, I am free now.
And I don't even want to go to the Blue Dragon Circle. I went from the current Awakening phase to the Scoring Stage in a short period of time, so steady training was more important than raising my record.
I don't want to go back to the shepherd and get 'paid'. It was true that there was a grudge that my arm was cut off, so for a while I wanted to forget about it and look at something new.
I want to make a difference by doing something different in my spare time. New information increases the number of places you can wander. I had to create a good environment to use the light, so I thought about what to do.
"Well... shall we go to Seven-year-old village in Taisan?"
I lay in the guest glass for ten or two days until my arms are properly attached, and then I concluded.
A seven-year-old town that kills one person for sure.
I wonder what would happen if I asked him to go there and kill [Emperor].