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Shortly after, I was guided to the inner chamber of the Four Thousand Gates. I looked at the Masters of the Four Heavenly Gates surrounding me and thought.
'It is also not at the level of a gatekeeper. Elder of a messy doorway... Why is this elite guarding the doorway since usual time?'
Earlier, I just handed them over lightly, but they were definitely not ordinary. Even if I did my best, I couldn't beat them unharmed. No matter how big the Four Thousand Gates were, there couldn't have been such masters everywhere.
The one who was sitting in the inner room of the Four Thousand Gates and waiting for me was a middle-aged person who had devotional prayers. He is spilling his strength, he said.
"You're a slum. It's worth overturning the open quadrant."
I was surprised. In order not to look too shallow, I was bleeding internally by reducing the C.N.O.S. to half the level, but the middle-aged man was unable to shake my abilities. It was because I thought I could control my ability while still measuring my true status.
I carefully measured his level in the middle-aged eye glow, his strength. And I noticed that his energy flowed through the bowl and deeply intertwined the space around him.
"The ultimate master..."
There is only one ultra elite master at the Four Thousand Party Gate.
There is no doubt that that is an elderly master.
I told him to surrender.
"It's an honor to meet you."
"Do you know who I am?"
"Are you not the chairman of the Four Thousand Gates, Daysoo Nachak?"
In my guess, he later smiled and replied.
"That's right. I'm leading the Four Thousand Gates."
Days before the party!
He was the main master of the Four Thousand Lands that he had heard from the Great Bell Dog, and he was also in charge of the Four Thousand Gates. Like the Old File Room, the family name of the famous Moorish Sega was entrusted with the best number of doorframes in Amri. It was somewhat expected that the family members of the Four Thousand Party, a Muslim saga called Naro, would be great masters throughout the entire Middle Palace as well as the entire land.
In addition, the Buddhist supreme palace was feared and regarded as having bought him in the Middle Jungle Forest, because he had reached the peak. Especially in Madophama, the Dogma Emperor had been greatly defeated by the Grand Palace, so he would never touch the Gate of the Four Thousands.
He was somewhat unfamiliar to me, but that was due to the fact that the neophyte's bifurcation didn't pay much attention to the Four Thousand Gates, the main weapon of reading and memorization. He was okay with seeing that he would not meet with the Democratic Party for a long time, so Lee Kwang probably knew the existence of the Democratic Party but didn't care about it or mention it.
'After all, the party party choir is an important memorial mastermind in the Middle East. You have to be careful.'
I was nervous inside.
In the past, when I fought the elite masters to help the Jinzo Church, the one named Zhang Dragon was also a memorial master, but the death penalty was endless attention. If you think about the true skills of Jinzo office, it was really special. It is because even Jinseo-Chung, a very powerful person, was so nervous that he could not prevent cancer technology without preparing it.
How hard can a party party party be compared to a dragon? I was also more likely to become my grave.
The chairman said.
"Yes, Hundred Hundred. What brings you to our Gate of Four Thousands?"
"Like I said, I'm here to buy information."
"Getting information... it's a new concept to us, but it's not impossible. As much as you can give us in return."
In a fairly positive tone, the candygram clasped his hands. He said without hiding an interesting face.
"Tell me what you want. Then I'll put a price on what it takes to tell you that information."
"......"
I felt a bit disadvantageous. I put a price on the information and it looked fine, but it was the same as I said I would be as bold as I wanted. But I coughed and said it was because I could not even resist negotiating with the political party now.
"Hmmm... I came to the Gate of the Four Thousands while I was searching for the final destination of the Celestial Monster's Confederacy. I want to know where Eastern Integrity has gone."
My eyebrows twitched for days. He thought for a moment and said,
"Give me the gold!"
"... Yes?"
"That information is worth a thousand dollars to me. Having a thousand gold will be too much for you, so at least give me one gold coffin."
One gold coffin.
It was an unimaginable amount of money for one commoner. Even the powerful men and merchants who felt like they wouldn't be able to reach the rope for life would come out to the pose and do me a favor. A hundred would think that even though it is valuable information, it is overpriced. I listened to the Grand Chamberlain's words until the end, and then I reacted.
"If there is no gold, can't it be the equivalent?"
"That, too. I will accept the prophecy of the Moorish or the mysterious unscrupulous.If not him, I will accept the Elixir of Life."
"I'd rather give you gold."
Then the party laughed.
"I'm not even asking why you're looking for Eastern Integrity. He may or may not be able to subdue you by force right now, but he's not even a loner. I want you to know that this is a huge favor at the Four Thousand Gates."
"......"
It seems that there is a mystical charm with intimidation in the shamelessness. I wanted to badmouth you once, but after enduring it, I said yes.
"While I'm at it, I'd like to know what the Four Thousand Gates thinks of Eastern Integrity, and what they'll do if it comes back."
"Oh... are you confident in giving up gold?"
"It's a matter of some good faith."
As I cleverly surrounded myself with words, the party must have laughed.
"Haha, that beating isn't bad. Fine. If you give me the gold, I'll tell you all about it."
"I understand."
I put my hand in the collar that was in my chest. Then you take out the remaining gold ingots and place them on the table.
Tuohn
"......"
I smiled as I strangely regretted the expression of the Grand Chaplain as if I was staring at my grandchild.
"Feel it, it's guaranteed to be perfect for 10."
Even if it was a party act, you wouldn't expect me to carry a gold ingot with me from the beginning. In fact, they only took what they wanted from the interior space of the armor, but there was no way they could know the existence or craftsmanship of the armor. The shaman reaches out to the pure gold, looks around and sighs.
"... Ah, it's true."
"Do you recognize it immediately?"
"Because of the nature of what you're doing, you often deal in gold. I'm proud to have such a keen eye for a confused appraiser."
The day after day when I spoke back, the Grand Chamberlain looked at me with clear eyes.
"I'll tell you what I promised. But first, I have a question."
"What is it?"
"What are you going to do when you find the Confederacy?"
I answered that question gracefully.
"I'd like to know what he played with the king in Wushua."
"The case."
The Grand Chamberlain was a reasonable figure. Then he looks odd.
"... but are you willing to defend yourself against the Confederates?"
"I think you've learned enough martial arts."
"If you think about it, I won't say another word."
Shortly after, the party started talking about 'information'.
According to him, the Eastern integrity of the celestial monsters visited the Four Thousand Gates recently, about three months before my previous life began. The Oriental Integrity insisted that they wanted to study the poison of the Sacred Gate, and the Grand Chamberlain tried to send him back quietly at first. However, when the quarrel arose and they began to growl because of each other's pride, one thing happened.
And Eastern Integrity was pushed away by the elite of the Four Thousand Gates. The party drama that reached there said bitterly.
"Since that day, the elite Chinese National Guard has been on the lookout for outsiders. I'm not slowing my guard down because I don't know when that old man's gonna try again."
"I see."
The three top masters I encountered at the entrance were the best elite and the best members of the party who boasted at the Four Thousand Gates. In other words, there was no difference between the elders and the elite who were directly in the elders at the gate of the Four Thousand Party. Since I was a child, I had no choice but to be exceptional because I was prepared to die of poison and cancer skills.
'Mt. Sichuan Gate's sleeping paralysis must have been stolen by the Confederacy back then.'
I wanted to ask him myself, but he shouldn't have. If I were in the position of the Grand Chamberlain, I would never want to hear about the robbery of the secret vault of my own people, and I would desperately hide that fact. Careful what you say when you pluck a tiger's nose.
I asked you a question.
"I heard that the Eastern Medicine skills of Heavenly Beasts are informally discussed, so why do you think he coveted the reading knowledge of the Four Heavenly Gates?"
"Hmm... I've been thinking about that."
Whether the question felt so resistant, the Grand Chamberlain drank a cup of tea next to him and said.
"He was desperate in his own way. He wasn't looking for hobbies, he was looking for reading, because he really had something to use. I refused to go underground, but he tried to seduce me at all costs."
"Is that all you needed?"
"Yes, now that I think about it, he was trying to find out what happens when the poison reaches its end."
Eastern perfection was desperate to learn reading. I recalled the information in my mind and asked again.
"Is it possible to cure a disease with poison?"
"I don't see why not. There's always one poison, so if you use it well, it becomes a medicine. All that matters is the content and proportion of the ingredients."
"Even if it's a mass caused by a curse?"
"Curse? You mean the alchemy?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm..."
The glutton was the part of my life that I didn't think of, and I frowned. The Grand Chamberlain replied during each half of his troubles.
"It can't be done with a common poison. Curse poisoning is unlike other poisons, because there are no physical mediators or hospitals, no matter how toxic it is, it is inherently impossible. However, there is only one poison that can break even the causality of alcohol."
"What is it?"
"Undisputed! The strongest Germany in theory."
Unbelievable!
It was the first concept I had heard in my life. Even under the signature of a painting, he has been fierce in medicine for almost a decade and has not even heard a similar word. When I tilted my head, the Grand Chamberlain said,
"There's always that. We have not created an invisibility in history, not only in the Four Heavenly Gates, but also in the Manhattan Gate and the Manhattan Song. I'm just making it the end of the line."
"The fact that invisibility can cut off the source of alchemy isn't necessarily a material poison?"
I looked a little impressed with my question.
"Exactly. You seem pretty sane."
"Well... if invisibility isn't a material poison, how do you make it in the first place?"
I was confounded and refuted. I had already scraped the head of the Black Doo Company and made the poison myself, so I knew how hypnotic the manufacturing process was. It was a contradiction that existence was not a material poison. The shaman said because he was excited about the poison.
"The principle of invisibility is that the most fundamental of the rings that exist in all things are freely dismantled. Of course, poison from matter can be prevented by another substance. But if there is a poison that can exist without matter, it can't create an antidote or a defense law by any means."
"It's like a novel."
"Heh. So when I practice my readings, I feel like I'm dreaming. It's like a normal Muslim chasing a shameless drama."
I thought that if I let it go, the shaman would talk about poison indefinitely. So I turned the topic to another place.
"The Eastern Defense Commission later met the king and swept through the darkroom gambling parlors. It seemed to have disappeared after Mahjong was struck in Wushua."
"I heard the news. After all, he's an unbearable man."
"Do you have any idea where Confederacy might have gone?"
"He probably went to Yunnan. The last piece of information I got passed the Otter lands of Unam."
"......?"
Fortune?
It was the southernmost route to the South Korean lands outside of neutralization as Jungwon's southernmost point. In other words, passing through the land of the Five Wall tribes was no different than saying that he had left the Middle School. When I looked embarrassed, the shaman said.
"This is a word of advice, but I don't think we should pursue Confederacy. Of course, I would love for you to bring me Confederacy, but it's not enough to deal with that rampage. I don't want a young man like you to lose his life so soon."
"Is the Confederacy so high?"
"Dare I say, his internal affairs must be the lowest. He's close."
"......!!"
I felt the Fellowship of Eastern Integrity rise and fall in my head. Until now, I thought I was just one of the very top masters, but it was definitely much higher than that when I put it like that. It was true that he was a superpowered worker who could not even be dealt with quickly. Otherwise, we won't be able to escape from the work of the superpowered party leaders, as well as the superpowered party leaders.
'I need to seriously consider this.'
Up until now, even against the Eastern Defense Council, we thought that rescuing the lightning and whirlwind would at least give us a chance to escape. However, if Eastern Integrity is more than I thought, I was likely to be overwhelmed before I could do anything. In the case of borrowing, it is necessary to provide a means to fight as equals or more as the Dongbu government.
"I'm sorry, but I need you to tell me about some of the characteristics of his shamanism."
"Looks like you're going after him."
"Yes. I'll find him, even if he goes to Nampei, not to the bay." "
"Very well. His feasts seemed to be handicrafts and craftsmen, and he was a master shaman who hid the remains in hardship. I was very familiar with weight-bearing laws, especially before the Earth took control of the range. He is also a self-defensive machine. Qi) I was able to pull it up for a short time, so you have to be really careful."
"......"
Collect internal air to artificially build self-defense?
It wasn't something I could even dream of doing on an internal airplane. Unlike swords and swords, the strength was too high to be produced by pure enlightenment. Above the rate of brain death consumption, the average Muslim could have won this battle trying to build strength. However, if he could gather internal air and forcefully defend himself with self-defense, he was truly a tremendous owner of internal air.
I said it because I didn't understand.
"With such an enormous artillery of Eastern Integrity, why haven't you been named a Muslim?"
"I know something. Such an interest."
"......"
He really hated Eastern Integrity because he saw the political drama with a clear answer. The Eastern integrity who hated the Lord of the Four Thousands who reigned as a martyr to the lowly Muslims was also a fugitive.
I asked you a random question.
"If there really is a landmark, and we're going to harvest the interior, what are we going to do?"
"Haha, you like novels, too. Do you think there really is some kind of in-house foothold?"
"If anything."
"Hmm... If there is such a thing, I would first remove all the acidic fluid and then show myself to the regiment, I would equip the blood liquor beforehand and transfer it to the watermelon. Bury it in the ground for 33 days without sunlight and mature it, and the excess poison will dissipate. From then on, it will be refined with refinement technique."
"I see. What about the body?"
"The corpse must be a mass of Qi, so if you drain all the poison and drink it out, it should have the effect of elixir and quantum field energization. Especially according to the Old Testament, when you eat parts of a person's face, they make them immortal."
The Grand Chamberlain seemed to amuse me by half. There is no other human being than me who comes to the Gate of the Four Thousands to give gold Ingots and diligently ask about poison stories.
"Thank you."
I nodded. This is how we learned to recycle the corpse of the compatriots.
"Do you know what happened to the Dowager King?"
"He hid himself. Why don't you just go ahead and ask him?"
"Yes."
And when I finished, I went out to the Four Thousand Gates and used the light in an unpopular place and went back to the unpopular valley. Miho, who was next to me, said as if it were interesting.
"You've done well. You don't have to use magic."
"Well... good."
Miho was hiding near the candle pole using his gluteal technique before he even faced the candle pole. It was as crude as it could be.
It was dull as an inanimate creature, so no matter how diligent the shaman was, he could not even notice it. If the story got twisted or fought against the party play, Miho would appear out of nowhere and enchant or ambush him. However, there was no need for a mob because the party drama was a surprisingly narrative figure.
Miho said.
"Then the next destination is Fortune."
"Yes."
I lit up my eyes.
"But first, we need to find a master who can stand against the Confederacy."