Triple Yellow Oze 24093;
I went to the Four Thousand Lands first with Miho. And I heard the latest information from the General of the Open Quartermaster.
"The king has found it."
After saying that, the giant dog who was looking at me frowned.
"And the Confederacy, I'm sorry, but I don't think they're coming to the middle school at all."
"Still no sign of your return from Taiwan?"
"I see."
"My quest is almost a year old, so..."
"I'll go myself."
I had a hunch that if I wanted to find Eastern integrity, I would go to Taiwan. It seemed like a short year, but not at all. It was no big deal that the Muslims didn't return during that time.
The giant dog was a horse.
"If you want to know what's happening to you, you'd better ask Fatherland. It's because there's a vast open network of information, but there's no such thing as the Southern Territories."
"The Mandarin Moon is the dominant in the region?"
"Sort of. In the fortunate future, the factions against them will remain unchanged, perhaps the brightest in information."
I thought this wasn't the time to be looking for Confederacy right now. It must be a long and harsh journey to get out of the middle circle. I did enough other work, but it was not too late to move. I cleared my mind and said to the giant dog:
"Then give me the King's information."
"Of course. He's been in the Four Thousand Forests for about two months now, and he's barely moving in one gambling den." "
"Gambling director?"
"The largest bookmaker in the city is the Wet Horse Market."
The Wet Stable is the largest gambling den in the city, as well as the Silk City, and the main event was also the place where Mahjong is most successful. In addition, this place was also a kind of social principal, not a poor tribute gambling director, but also a place where the archaeologists and rich people often went. Therefore, even the amount of money going back and forth was enormous that ordinary Minho could not even imagine.
The large dog that explained that far frowned.
"That's why everyone's in trouble."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you have any idea what the odds are on the King's Wall when he gambles? Five bucks for eight."
"......!!"
"At least Mahjong doesn't support it. I'm showing off my divine skills at Mahjong."
Five for eight!
That was an absurd odd win, because if you play 100 games, you win 85. He also deserved the title of "King of Gambling" because he did not lose at Mahjong. I also swallowed my eyes because I couldn't believe I had played mahjong a few times.
"Isn't he a gambling fraud?"
"That's what everyone thought. But no. All the great gamblers in the Four Thousand Realms searched for his methods, but it was just an astonishing amount of reading, psychological warfare, and pure luck. A few gamblers were caught trying to scam him and his wrists were cut off."
"......!!"
"Because of this, the humid yard has been reduced so rapidly that it is almost out of operation."
"That's..."
I was silent when I spoke.
"Dangerous. Does he want to die?"
I did.
Even though gambling could always be won, there was a part of gambling that was not to be won. The intrinsic part of gambling has always been the pursuit of violence, and the reckless amount or price of gambling can lead to murder or intimidation at any time. How much less do the elders, gamblers, and darkest men take away everything in the wet arena? Of course, iron sanctions will come in.
I smiled at my question.
"His strength is considerable, so we can't help him in the wet arena right now. But now that the Gate of Four Thousands are after him, the King's Wall will soon be slaughtered."
Murdered!
If I was so sure that the giant dog who works for the intelligence community would be in a really dangerous situation right now. If the thief had been kidnapped or killed, he would not have heard the information about the Confederacy, so it must have been a big deal for me.
'I was going to stop by the lake, but I need to find the king right away.'
I thought about it and said:
"What specifically is the gateway to the Great Wall?"
"That information is fifty pieces of silver."
I was nervous.
"You've got some nerve. Do you know whose daughter's name is 50 bucks?"
"Haha, as soon as our openness passes information to you, we have to take the risk. Consider that."
I had no choice but to take out fifty pieces of silver and give them to him. It's because I have no shortage of money, but I'm a little bored with a big-dog who's cracking down on money like crazy. The Great Bell Dog opens his mouth as he takes the silver.
"Six in total."
"Is that a lot?"
"The Blue Gate, the Four Gates, the Blood Gate, the Binary Gate, the Binary Gate, the Dragon Dragon Dragon Gate."
"......"
My heart sank heavily. Elsewhere, the Cheongseong Clan was one of the Old Pilgrims, and the Four Thousand Gates was the most powerful ruler in all the land. Fortunately, the Amipas weren't in it, but it's even weirder for women's doorways to get involved in this gambling business. I said it because it was ridiculous.
"Why on earth would the Old Testament or the Four Thousand Gates intervene in the capture of the King?"
"The elder of the Cheongseong tribe had been robbed of the prestige sword when he was gambling to warn the king, and the gate of the Cheongsan tribe had not always been kind to him. Maybe the party owner hated it."
"Hmm."
"The Bloodstream Gate or the Gateway was originally a Black Gate wave that was guarding the back of the humid arena, but it attracted other forces, and the Dragon Chamber is an emerging Moon file that is rising from the four heavens. The Celestial Society was originally a secret society, but it was transformed into a Muslim organization."
I scratched my head.
"Hah... This is crazy. Did the Dragon Chamber or the Celestial Hall receive a request from the humid stables?"
"Yes. In the case of the Dragon Dragon Dragon, they want to capture the king and raise their reputation, and perhaps the Celestial Society too."
You're in trouble. As the great dogs say, you're trying to kill six hard-working doorways in the Four Thousand Forests. When I went out to save the king, I had a pretty painful imagination about how many masters I had to deal with.
"Do you have an Elder of the Qing Dynasty, an Elder of the Four Thousand Gates... or a particularly strong Master?" "
"I don't know the details, but there's a rumor that the Zenith Elder is stepping in to regain his honor. I don't know about the Four Thousand Gates. The rest of the tribe will probably be at the top of the line..."
"The Ultimate Master?"
"Superstars aren't uncommon. Even if they do, they will be the head of the Celestial Church, the head of the Celestial Party, or the Lord of the Celestial Society. Will those beings in heaven march to catch a king?"
"That's a relief..."
Then the giant dog looked baffled.
"Thank goodness for that. Are you really going to save the King?"
"Yes."
"I couldn't get my hands on him because the brute force on the wallpaper was paralyzing. That's why blood and dual gates are such a burden, that they attract other forces. Don't you know that the best masters will be very uncomfortable?"
I laughed bloody.
"That's my job."
"Haha..."
"Tell me the location of the humid stables. Then I'll take care of the rest."
"Sure..."
A moment later, the Giant Dog showed me the location of the Moist Stable and gave me the directions. About twenty leagues from here, I think I can get there.
I told Miho after I got out of there.
"Miho, what do you think you should do?"
Miho was eating the rice cakes he brought from Dongyoung. Actually, it has nothing to do with Miho, so I'm just looking at him as if he's someone else. But Miho said that he was listening to the story.
"Go ask Mangosteen. Don't feel sorry for yourself."
"... I don't deserve to be hurt by you saying that."
"Don't pretend to be delicate. Since you weren't sure in the first place, didn't you ask the Mainlander?"
Miho grumbled.
"But know this: It's good to try not to regret, but if you rely too much on your wisdom, you may have more regrets."
"Well..."
"The most important decision is that you have to make it yourself, and the most important decision is that you have to make it yourself. And if you need advice, don't hesitate to ask for it. I won't say anything more."
I nodded.
"You're right. Thank you Miho."
In Miho's words, I sometimes wondered whether to ask for wisdom from the Grimm Reaper. If it's important, I ask the network without hesitation, but I'm worried that it might be too much. Miho could have said that he provided me with the right criteria.
Pa!
I set out with Miho on an errant track. The rumble that had just arrived did not change much, but the appearance of the manganese had changed.
'You've gotten stronger.'
It was only a year away, but the telemetry seemed to have become unskilled with considerable stamina. Perhaps he quickly acquired the talent of an outstanding artisan while extinguishing the Black & White Soviet Union. He sat at Daejeong and looked at the book and was pleased to see me.
"It's been a while! How are you?"
"Of course. I have a gift for you."
When I saw the scout, I took out the garment I had brought from Dongwon. He looked at two or three sets of clothes and said,
"Is this the latent happiness of the dead?"
"Yes."
I asked Miho to get it forcefully from one of the three generations, the Seventh Family. The Seine family was also called the Hattori family, and it was the most holy family under the current branch of the family.
"Hehe... I have a craving for collecting."
Mangosteen curiously seemed to like Dongyoung's clothes. I grabbed the doll and Dongyoung's figure and handed it to him, who was impressed by the doll's skill but frowned upon the figure.
"It's made of filthy metal. There's no point in souvenirs like this."
"Hmm, something like that."
"Nice work with that doll. Dong-young's puppet has outstanding skills, just like he said."
Mangweing enjoyed exploring souvenirs for a while later. And he told me if I thought I'd enjoyed it enough.
"Thank you for the gift."
"It's nothing."
"Now, tell me about your progress."
I told him what had happened so far.
Then he pondered and said.
"It's no big deal. Then proceed as I say."
"How?"
I picked up the trick of the telepathy for about a half hour. And I was amazed when everyone heard that.
"Of course...!!"
"The important thing is not to save the king. Don't let him cause you any useless grudges."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Oh, and I have something to tell you when you get back."
"I understand."
He was supposed to tell me something important when I came back, but it seemed to be delayed when something urgent happened. I decided to focus on solving this problem first because I thought it would be straightforward if I followed the steps of the network.
Pa!
I first made my way to the gates of the Four Thousand Party using a flashlight.
"I'm here to ask you a favor."
"Please?"
I stumbled across the palace in front of the Lady of the Four Thousand Gates.
"If you could just get the inner crown of the landscape, would you stop aiming at the king's wall and help me?"
I laughed at the party.
"Hahahaha... I can't believe I'm here."
"I'm not joking. Isn't there a great vendetta between the Four Thousand Gates and the Dowager King?"
"Heh... I'd like to personally take down that creep, of course, but it's true he's done nothing wrong. I can do what you say."
Then the shaman smiled even more.
"Except that there is no such thing as a compass! Khahaha."
Perhaps the Grand Chamberlain thought I was just coming to see him and joking. I pondered and said:
"So you want to bet again?"
"What? Are you serious?"
"If I win, do me a favor. But if I'm lying, I'll give you three gold ingots."
Thung Thung
After placing the three gold ingots on the table, the shaman looked surprised.
"Oh, I also need a watermelon to defend against poison."
The expression of the party was sharpened. A little life was flowing out.
"Hundred Hundred. I was looking forward to seeing you as a century of unprecedented talent. Even if I came to play around here, I could just laugh. But as long as you keep doing this, you're going to have to take responsibility for what you say."
"What do you want?"
The Grand Chamberlain picked up the gold ingot and returned it to me.
"There goes the gold ingot. If you're lying, you take responsibility with your life."
"I understand."
I nodded and borrowed a suit to get out of the gate. And I went to the ruins of demand with a flashlight. When I arrived at the ruins of demand, I looked around at Miho's curiosity. I put on a suit and approached the Inquisitor stuck in the cliff.
The Inquisitor was drained of acidic fluid and mirrored over time, whether it had been killed or not. I picked up the slightly white-white solidified corpse from my leg and slowly put it in my armor. Surprisingly, it was less than three seconds, despite the huge difference in size, so I was embarrassed and all went inside.
'It doesn't really matter how big it is to put it in a collar.'
I tried to go back to the party keeper with my inscription. Then Miho grabbed my sleeve as if he were sorry.
"Hundred... Can't you let the spider out?"
"Huh?"
"Sounds delicious..."
Miho wanted to chew the ingredient into his body. I was conflicted and rebellious.
"Can't you digest it because it's poisoned?"
"Absolutely not. Foxes usually like spiders."
Miho looks at me with a loving eye. I thought about it, but soon I stroked Miho's head.
"I'll catch one at the ruins of Monday for you later."
"Khhh... I made a promise."
"Of course."
When I saw Miho's taste again, a cute but bitter smile was made. Even with such a beautiful appearance, Miho's essence is a monstrosity. I took another look at the ruins of demand and headed to the Four Thousand Gates.
Then he went back to the front of the party and pulled the corpse from his collar.
Duong
"Huff… huff…! Huh?!"
The party was so surprised that I forgot what to say. The Grand Chamberlain had a lot to say about getting the corpse of the sage from my little collar, and the fact that the sage landlord was in front of his eyes, and brought it to him so quickly. But I laughed and said when he was mute.
"You have to do me a favor."
"Of course... of course... The Incense... Incense... Incense... Incense...!!"
He muttered in a dazzled voice and turned to me and said,
"Give me this body!"
"Of course! But do me the best you can to help me with the king's business." "
As I answered, the Grand Chamberlain nodded forcefully, retrieving the gun from his eyes.
"Of course. I don't know which of them got in, but I'll get rid of them." "
"We know that there are the elders of the acoustic wave, the bloodstained gate, the bilateral gate, the Dragon clan and the Celestial Society."
"Haha! An elder of the Purgatory... I presume." The old man is clumsy... "
For the party, other than the Qing Dynasty, it didn't seem worth caring about. He was a member of the household of Cheonhao Generation and was one of the top gatekeepers in the Four Thousand Provinces. The shaman smiled coldly.
"Don't worry. I'll lead my own mangrove to the wet arena."
"Please."
"Yes, yes..."
The Grand Chamberlain looked at me for a moment and said.
"... the Hundred Goose Cove. Are you married?"
"......"
"My youngest daughter, Sohye, is a very nice girl..."
I hurried back.
"Ah! I've got some business to attend to."
"I'm going to have some tea."
"No, I'm begging you!"
I escaped through the gates of the Four Thousands. Then he and Miho headed back to the sanctuary and arrived at the wet arena. First, it was said that the Grand Chamberlain would move, but it took at least a day to get here from the Four Thousand Gates, so I had to figure out the movements on the wall of the city before that.
The wet arena only required a dozen silver coins to enter. One plagiarism was a place where people could save up for a year and come in. On the other hand, even after paying, the doorman frowned and said.
"I... I'm sorry, but please bring something nice the next time you come. It's a place for morale..."
"Maybe next time."
"Go inside."
I walked into the wet stall with Miho. Mi-ho, who was walking beside me, grinning.
"The gatekeeper would have sent it back because we were dressed. I guess I can't make a humid racetrack."
"Proof that there is a king here."
"Haha, Mahjong likes me too. This is gonna be fun."
A few moments later, I and Mijo were looking down at the first floor of a giant, five-story humid stables. On the first floor, there were several horseshoes, among which four writers were sitting and playing mahjong.
Among them, the presence of a woman stood out. She was wearing a piece of cloth, a slightly sharp beauty. She slowly raises Mahjong's hand without a word, and soon the other party's appearance turns white.
"Y-you can't..."
"Piston."
After a while, a cheerful voice resounded from the mouth of the girl.
"Thirteen."
Slurp!!
At that moment, the audience watching the chalkboard burst out of their mouths.
"Ooooo…!!"
"Oh my God!!"
"In that situation, does it come out?!"
They seemed to be watching the chalkboard from the beginning. They were all dressed in luxurious clothes and had half-masks, probably high-ranking or wealthy men who secretly found a moist horse rack.
'The king must be watching the slaughter board for amusement.'
Then, the face of the writer, the middle-aged woman, who was sitting across from him, distorted horribly. He lowers his head.
"This... my... how could you... in that situation..."
The beauty replied coldly.
"Thank you for handing over the Eastern Hand."
"Ahh… ahhhh…!!"
The middle-aged songwriter cries out, then quickly steps back and falls into a daze. Then it was picked up by the people who were waiting, and I heard the audience murmuring.
"You deserve to pass out..."
"There were 7,000 of them, right?"
"He's broke, too. But the most important man on the island was a thief like that..."
Seven thousand yen!
It was an unbelievable amount of money to come from one gamble at a time. However, it seems that after the station was dumped in one room, there was an insurmountable amount. The audience was all expressing interest and boredom.
I could see the identity of a cold beauty in that look.
"The King's Wall."
I've never heard of it before, but I'm sure of it.
She was the fourteenth gambler who was called the King, and at the same time the gambler who was discussing the underworld.