We straightaway suppressed the servant and forced him to answer.
"I'd like to see the mural of Cornelius. Please guide me."
Her words are polite, but she has the strength to press down on the opponent's heart as she spills out of her smoke. Of course, there's no way one servant could have survived the Black Horse's current strength, and he squeezes his head in a flash.
"No, of course not. Of course."
We follow the servant further inward. After walking about a hundred chapters, there was an elegant mansion. Although it seemed too wide to live alone, there was a moderately understandable member of the code. The servant enters the mansion and rings a small bell.
"My Lord, you have a visitor."
After a few moments of silence, you hear a woman's voice on the inside.
"Mexigur."
"Ney."
We follow the servant into the inner chamber. There, a woman dressed as a nobleman sat in a chair in advance and waited. And I cried out when I saw her.
"Well..."
I'm sure it's the top of the wall. She was an exceptional beauty with a slight sharp look, but not easily seen, and her expression was extremely frozen. If she laughs, I think it's funny to attract three or four men.
She looks at her and says, "Make sure you see that."
"It's good to see you. I am the Black Horse Seo Moon Dragon. This is Baek Woong, the guardian of the text."
The wall of Dowang, the current ceremonial grain owner, responded without any change in his expression.
"What brings you to this wallpaper?"
"I've come to enlist you in a no-man 's-land because I believe you have the wisdom and skill of the old crocodile. It's a pity he's been dead for so many years."
"People have a thousand names. He was also unable to resist that fate."
The tone on the wallpaper was unchanged and gloomy. The first person to hear her voice was embarrassed. But for those of you who have already heard the words on the wallpaper, I knew it was a wallpaper. For some reason, even the Black Horse didn't feel much discomfort from the ground.
"I know you've been called a king for gambling in the 4,000 generations, but how can you be the master of the anthem?"
She straightforwardly dug up the problem. Then the wall answered with a cup of tea.
"The Dowager King is just a shameful title from my past. I was acquainted with the spirit spirit of life, and I'm taking over and managing it as he asks."
She stabs her in the midst as she slips.
"You're not going to patrol me as a king anymore?"
"You can think about it. I like life here quite a bit."
In a calm answer from the wall, the black horse shed a murmur. The wallpaper seemed to talk nonchalantly, but there was no emotional strain at all like a plant, so it was hard to deduce her psychological state even as a black horse who had gone through the prenatal war.
I couldn't keep up, so I told the wall.
"Friendship. How did you get to know each other? I heard that Zegalsa has no friends because she is a very peculiar and irresponsible person."
Then the wallpaper turned to me and replied with a blank expression.
"That's true. Jegalsa was narrow, she was the one who had the best taste. But he was a pretty interesting guy, so I was often interacting with him."
"Fun?"
"As your best friend, this is no longer an example of a loss."
It was a wallpaper that interrupted the story by being polite.
"......"
If I answer like this, I will be silent, because I have nothing to say. I wanted to argue something, but there was nothing wrong with it, so there was nothing to bet on. Then the gumma, who was sitting next to me, sent me a message.
[He is the master of psychological warfare. If you ask any questions, I'll only read this intention.]
[Yes.]
She clears her throat for a moment and says,
"Hmm. What was his signature?" "
"It was suicide."
"How did you kill yourself?"
"It was black. He couldn't get a hand on it."
"Poison? You didn't have a chance to kill it?"
Then the wall answered decisively.
"I can say it with my name. I investigated it for half a year, but there was no chance of being destroyed. It must be the truth that he killed himself."
"Well, it was."
"I would have avenged my friend's legacy if there was a running water, but I didn't, so I decided to manage the anthem according to his will. There's no problem here."
The wallpaper was giving us the look we wanted to go. No, at the point where the story had gone to Zegalsa's suicide, it had become a very hateful sight. She can manipulate psychology freely, but being so blatant was an expression of her willingness to let an intruder out, even if she could express her emotions.
That's why she said.
"Forgive my trespasses today. Jegalsa is a man of extraordinary abilities, so it was really sweet of her."
"You're welcome... would you like to have a bite to eat?"
"Done. I'll see you later, then."
"Take a look."
And then we got an exorcism on the wallpaper. After the exorcism, I didn't understand it, so I asked the black horse.
"That's odd. Maybe we should dig a little deeper?" "
"......"
"Doorman!"
Then she sat down under the nearby tree and said,
"Didn't you feel it?"
"Yes?"
"There was something strange about it. I can't quite put it into words... but I'm sending you a strange warning... something about an unmanned sixth sense... or a coat of paint. If you'd dug from that spot to the end, it would've been dangerous."
"......?"
Spying?
I had no idea. Despite the top-notch demand on the wallpaper, I wondered if it would be a meadow for the current shepherd. Even if there was an ambush of the masters, there would be nothing to fear. Nevertheless, she was extremely cautious and vigilant on the ground.
She smiles bitterly.
"Haha, I can't explain it well. I guess this is what Myeong-ryong said. My gut was telling me it was a setback to stay put."
"Hmmm... I don't know."
"I can't help it. Even I'm a little nervous."
"No, I believe in the doorway's choice."
"Thank you."
The black horse, who answered like that, raised his head from the shade of a cool tree to the sky.
"I doubt the surface of the Wasteland right now, but I think it's dangerous to dig it up immediately. First thing tomorrow, after the solitude, it's not too late to think. Crossing the bridge of death may be the last thing."
"The Bridge of Death? Is that all?"
I was conflicted and rebellious.
"No Jesus on the wallpaper is not that high. There was no ambush, no authenticity, no poison. I don't think he's the one who's trying to set us up."
"If you think about it normally. I've been there dozens of times and dozens of times, trying to subdue her with the Feast of Declaration. But haven't you ever thought about this?"
She folds her arms.
"If Zegalsa is a genius at scouting, she will never pass on her anthem to a middleman. This means that the Seagull is capable of acceptable processing. When a genius recognizes something other than himself, there's a reason."
"......!!"
"I've only had this feeling once. When I faced the Lion of Magic Cube."
The muttering black horse looked at me.
"Keep in mind. These walls are dangerous for you to dig behind. Careful, you'll have to be careful again."
I couldn't have been more aware of the situation until I heard that.
I don't know anything about a wallpaper. '
Not knowing anything means that you don't know what the target's intentions are or what means they can be used. And nothing was more dangerous than withholding information. I had to admit that my vigilance was deteriorating because I was watching the Black Horse's processing stature at my side.
"Yes, I understand."
I rebuilt myself and alert her again, and she said,
"By the way, haven't you been informed that this is the final leg of the encephalocele? It didn't happen in the demonstration earlier."
"Yes?"
"I would have told you that Yi Kwang is a feast that surpasses the deadly sword."
I made an awkward face. Of course, that's been engraved in my head so far, I haven't forgotten. However, so far there has been a reason why it has not been spoken to, nor seen in the demonstration.
"Yes, I did."
"Then why?"
"Er... didn't you see it as Obsidian's memory?"
"That memory went by so briefly that you wanted to hide it, and it wasn't even clear. That's why I'm asking."
"Ah…"
I was able to see that the obsidian does not transmit memory without making a mistake. If I have a memory that I unconsciously want to hide or dislike, it is missing or short gone. It was also an automatically loaded capability for user convenience.
I answered the sword's words.
"Encephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephalocele And when the full moon exam sublimates and reaches 10 stars, you will enter the new Brain Dragon Sword."
"The new BrainDragon Sword! Is that the end of the sword?"
I shook my head.
"No... Lee says that the new Braindragon Sword and the Matrimony Sword are actually in agreement. It seemed to be an orderly problem. When I refined my new Brainyroid sword to 10, and perfected my two swords, I was told that there was a real end to my cerebral hysterectomy."
"Oh…!! What's that?!"
She seemed excited. As the same prosecutor, listening to the advancement of a superior sword is because it itself boils the souls of the unmanned. I hesitated and said.
"... I don't know."
"Huh? You don't know?"
I came to a conclusion because I felt miserable.
"I haven't mastered the Sword of Braindragon. because it didn't get to star 10."
"Hmm."
"I guess it's too slow to progress, so Yi Kwang gave up and told me to work hard on the Maturity Blade. So…"
"I see."
I didn't follow behind, but she seemed to understand me.
I did.
In the past, when I delivered the sectarian dissection to the encephalocele, Lee Kwang was greatly pleased to inform me of the final stage of the encephalocele. So, naturally, he instructed me to take the Maturity Blade, and he seemed to believe that he would soon enter the Sword of Braindragon.
But it was only a matter of time before my lack of talent was discovered. Lee Gwang gave up because I was too slow to master the Maturity Blade, so I told him I would let him know later. And then he went into the study of pagan sects.
It was a fuzzy matter to insult Lee. I was still unsure that I had reached the 10th Star of the Maturity Blade because the Maturity Blade was also the sword of Ascension. That is why it cannot be seen as Lee's fault that he did not wait for the completion of the sword for decades to come.
And I felt ashamed of my lack of talent, so I unconsciously gave up that memory. When my face was fluttered with shame, she said.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of. Not that it matters now, but that you've reached the tenth star of the Maturity Examination."
"I honestly don't know. The Almighty Judgment is a shaman with extreme stools and excrement..."
The black horse laughs as I blur his tail.
"It's been seven years since I trained a shaman with you. I've seen countless full sweeps. And if I may conclude, you have already mastered the Maturity Examination."
"Really!"
"Of course, because you have now exceeded the basics of the immortal hybridization method by over five stars."
The gumma was a horse.
"Normally, this would not be possible. Especially given your lack of swordsmanship. However, the reason you learned the Immortal Bleeding Blade so quickly is because you are already accustomed to change and illusion by objecting to the Maturity Blade."
"I see."
"Even that new Braindragon Sword would be ready to enter right now."
It was really good news.
That means I can't get to the extreme of encephalocele gladiation any further than I thought. She smiled at me, forgetting I was depressed until just now.
"If there is a problem, it is the power of the ultimate sword misunderstanding."
"Amazing power, isn't it?"
Why does the sword doubt the power of the ultimate mistaken sword?
"......"
She looks reluctant. And then he said,
"I think we should meet the Solitude tomorrow."