I asked her how to make the Feast the best it could be. Then she smiled bitterly.
"That's not a saying, it's a conclusion based on your own life."
"Hmmm..."
"It's the hardest step. Because if you set your limits, you will weaken. On the other hand, if you try to achieve your imagination too widely, your consciousness will reverse and your blood will burst."
"Hey, isn't that dangerous?"
He's bleeding out!
As a congressman, I was in a deadly condition with no way to save my life. And it was extremely rare for the blood to burst. She scratched her head and said.
"Concepts are not such a convenient tool. If you want a power that doesn't match the fountain, the reaction will return and destroy Qi and Deity simultaneously."
"Mmmm!"
"Who wouldn't want to be the most unscrupulous? But I can't help it. We have to set the most appropriate standards between ideals and realities and maximize our capabilities."
"I see."
Desire is about implementing the best form, but it must be fully within your capabilities.
You must also be true to your own heart.
Satisfying the prerequisites and obtaining the outstanding feasts of conscience were difficult exercises by themselves.
As I pondered, she advised me.
"Just keep meditating and rethink your life. Keep thinking about your favorite things, what you want to do, what you have to do, your dreams. Can't you see the way?"
"Yes, I understand."
As the gumma advises.
Acquiring the Feast of Tabernacles was proof of his life. We can never make a decision early in the morning. I had to be as careful as possible to carve the pieces.
'It will be the process of establishing your own shameless work.'
I was able to deepen my meditation training. Up until now, it's just been a boring performance to deal with the truth of conscience, but it's surprisingly troublesome to think about myself.
'What am I? Who am I?'
This is a very obvious question for me in the conduct of line 31146;
Know thyself!
You have to answer for yourself, what is the life of a human being called "The Hundred Tiger"!
"......"
But I thought my head would go blank for a few days, but I didn't really have anything to say except to remember. Until now, I've only rushed to the 16th stage in a frenzy, so I couldn't care less about the same stubborn question as who I am.
What am I? What am I doing? '
It's really hard. It's better to move your body and sweat and train your body. It felt like I was the one who wanted to know who I was.
It's been seven weeks again. After meditation, the days of preaching pagan theft to the sword continued. She seemed to be progressing differently every day, and I was stuck in my head and couldn't get out.
Eventually, I came to a peculiar conclusion.
I don't fucking know! Let's capture my memories in Obsidian! '
Yes, it is.
I may not be able to see my memories as the most objective thing in the world, right?
As soon as I thought about it, I took a huge Obsidian mass out of my collar that night in my sleep. It was taken from the Obsidian Mine when I went to Dongyoung and went with Miho. At this size, I was able to transcend the level of my previous life and record my feelings together.
"Good."
I put my hands on the Obsidian and took a deep breath.
Save and see all your past life memories!
It's because I thought that after going through that process, I would be able to see what a hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-hundred-man was like at a third point.
Wooooo!!
After the memory was saved, I began to see my own memory again.
Started when I was killed by an arrow in the first round, and passed quickly from the last 15 times to the miserable appearance of death at the 100th hour of politeness, and until recently, I was obsessed with training without training.
It was not so good to look at my own memories.
'I... I've had a hard life.'
I think I know why the network that received the energy of Obsidian changed so favorably before. Not that I speak as a country, but "Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundreds" lived like crazy after obtaining the Secretary of Heaven. Looking at the difficulties so far, I felt like my throat was aching and tears would flow.
And after reviewing the memories, I noticed two strange things.
"Huh? Then why can't I see him any more?"
When I first met Miho in my 10th life.
At that time, there was a fellow defender on the first floor of Miho's building. He was wearing a flip-flop, so I couldn't see his face.
The Blader's skill was nothing special, so he opened the way after losing miserably to the twelve supreme ruler of the world. Then he looked at me, and he jumped up and got his head cut off and died.
It definitely looked familiar to me.
It was pretty impressive, so I still remember the confusion.
But if he came to Miho for the power, why didn't he see it when he became his partner afterwards? I thought it was because of the change in causal relationships throughout my previous life, but it didn't make any sense.
I've been thinking about not letting this go for a while.
'Hmmm... I don't think that skill is important.'
But this was an important time to focus on myself to gain my conscience, so I soon stopped caring. If you were only top class back then, you wouldn't be a match for me now. He's probably floating around Miho anyway.
And there was one other thing that bothered me.
Why is it that no one notices the paramedic's ability to regress? '
It was a good thing for me, but I didn't realize that any of the beings I had met so far had reverted to being a parakeet secretary. Not only did the Great Raven, but even [Old Ruler] seem to be unaware of the reversal.
... Why don't they know?
The nomenclature is a divine thing, but it was a little strange that he didn't notice the magic skills of a book at all. I should have been curious so far, but I wasn't aware because I was busy achieving my goals. I pondered and came to a conclusion.
'Yes, because he's a shaman... someone from the tribe must have made him a strange alcoholic.' '
I can only think like this now without a deep alcoholic skill.
In fact, I wanted to show the Herald of Astana the Secretary of Heaven, but if I showed him the Secretary of Heaven, he would suddenly run away or escape from space-time. The imperial high shaman's reaction that he had escaped space-time after seeing the Jade Secretary was unusual.
Recalling my life, my mind sank deeper.
The solution to the current problem also seemed to be a clause.
"Good. I'll go to the Shaman later."
First, let's teach the Black Horse all about Shaman Sect and then eat the bread. After that, we lure the confident sword and go to meet the Shaman of the Shaman. Then I thought I could get something from meeting a famous dragon.
That was about a year ago.
Should we say time flows like clouds? I didn't realize it was time for a year of frenzied training and crazy repetition of the Black Horse and the Dagger. The sword fights with me every moment, saying that the struggle is the best training, and I was in a position to learn the depth of immortal dagger and sword fighting from him even when I was beaten.
That day, after she finished the duel quickly, she spoke to me in a serious tone.
"We have a problem, the White Void Act."
"What's the matter?"
She looks up at the air with gloomy eyes.
"I was informed this morning that the Magistrate will be visiting us tomorrow."
"......!!"
Although I expected it, I was embarrassed when I heard it. I said it carefully.
"Is it because you failed to attend the Armageddon last time?"
"Of course."
"If the Magistrate attacks the Moonless, he won't be able to stand it."
My opinion was genuine.
Every one of the three current legions of law enforcement has more than a few workmanship skills than the Celestial Legion. The sword is also a skilled person, but not for the sake of a legal guardian. Since the Divine Throne Legion has the attribute that the inner sanctuary is infinite, even if we go to the Middle Ages for a little while, we can boast of our superiority over those who do not have it.
She nods.
"I think so too. The only way I can choose is not to fight back, but to flee or to negotiate."
"What are you going to do?"
"I already had a meeting with my neighbors at dawn and had an exchange of opinions. The last thing I want to do is hear the White Void Act and decide where I want to go."
At present, my position in the English language was endlessly ambiguous. Although the nominal position was favorable, the original nonverbal position did not exist. Excellent UAVs, who had been following the anarchist bloodline since the dawn of time, trained and were called swordsmanship or swordfish.
It was so preliminary that their numbers did not add up to twenty, and it was roughly fourteen. Nevertheless, there was a reason to be able to face the sky of Safa. Each one of them was at least at the end of the first class or the best of the best. So, the pride of the non-English figures seemed to pierce the sky.
However, even those illiterates did not treat me carelessly, so they asked me to greet them. I already know that I am the savior of Seo Mun-hye's life, and it's because Seo Mun-hyung, the Black Horse, has been giving me anonymity all day like an immediate disciple. So they felt like they were feeling the wall when they were treating me, and they never really talked.
I had to think about it.
'At this time, what would you say if you were lucky?'
When I had this big, important problem, I always heard the opinions of the outflow. Most of the time, the telepathy was much more right. In this life, however, I was not in an open relationship with telepathy, and I had to make all the decisions and decisions on my own. I took a deep breath thinking about my mind when I was alone on an adventure in the past.
After a while I said,
"Don't worry, talk to the Magistrate first."
"Why do you think that is?"
I smiled and showed him the armor and the golden lamp.
"We can evacuate no matter what."
"......?"
"This is a collar, and this is a golden lamp."
After a short while, I showed and explained to the shepherd the power of the Golden Ratio and other armor. The black horse, who saw the momentum of the golden ratio and the ability to store the armor, looked very frightened. He said in a trembling voice.
"Oh... my God. I've never seen such treasures since I was born."
He seemed to have known about the necklace as a reference to Seo Mun-hye. But it was the first time I heard about boiling.
He will, too, because I haven't said a word since I entered the Moon. I was afraid that she would become greedy for the power of the treasure and cause extra-training events. However, now that the time for training itself was about to disappear, I had to take it out.
"If one thing goes wrong, everyone can escape safely."
"I see! Very good."
She nods.
"Then, when you meet the Magister tomorrow, only me and you will meet the Magister. Put all the rest of Mundo in your armor."
"That should do it."
"I'll believe you."
I thought she was extraordinary. Of course, that's the way she said it would be safest. However, he said that he would trust me even though he was carrying the lives of his precious Mundo in his armor. Even the life of Seo Mun-hye, the rumored owner!
'You really believe me.'
I will never betray the Black Horse in this life. Even if I disappoint him, I will speak freely and accept the price. It was the moment I swore to myself again.
The next day, all the nobility figures were put in the armor as planned. Me and the gumma were hanging out at the front gate of a quiet, no-man's building, waiting for a helper lion. Because there are no people, you have to be a gatekeeper in person so that you can meet the Witch Doctor quickly.
As the noon approaches a little later, suddenly a massive rain cloud approaches the Moonless Moon.
Curr
Suddenly, the rain came from the rain cloud, and after a while, the rain drops and fog blurred my vision. It was as if the dragon had vomited clouds. When the raindrops had stopped completely and the fog had remained everywhere, a hexavalent resonance was heard.
[It's been a long time, blackhorse.]
Glug glug
At the next moment, a young man appeared in front of us.
He was wearing a golden dragon mask, a symbol of a magician. He appeared to be about 20 years old and had a fabulous figure. I cried out when I saw him, and the Black Horse also made a heavy look.
She politely arrested him as she confronted him.
"You've come a long way, my dear."
I did.
The emergence of the mystical fog is the guardian of the gymnosophist (35703; Law Office of the Dead), Dog Jun! Among the Chinese military dancers, the best receptionist, Yufi, came to talk to the sword horse.
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