Reincarnated Swordmaster

Along Yongbyeon, it was the Wine of the Mountain region (28657; ). I was confused because it was a completely different place than the old Cheongdo area where I had been.

Huh?

Because there was immunity to the acidity in the blueprint, and there were all kinds of merchandise and boats, including the Great Dragon Mark. Vintage was far from consideration compared to purity and the currents were also uncomfortable, so the port was still quiet compared to purity.

That's why I asked him why he was poor and not pure in the mountains, and he answered.

"Idiot! Isn't the Qingdao very attractive and very powerful? Are we supposed to go to Chungcheong in broad strokes? Not to mention the openness, but all sorts of scavengers will be gathering our intel. That's why we take the boat out of the barrel."

"Ugh... But if you are, you can just take the road." "

"Shut up and follow me. If you are drunk, you will hear such noises."

I complained and followed the dragon's rain. It's because I wondered what good way to go to an empty drink. Soon after I ran relentlessly using the New Testament, the dragon rains became visible to me.

"That's quite an internal feat. You've been running all day and all night from the anthem, and you're coming after me?"

"Huh! You wanted it to fall off? That's too bad."

"Almost there."

It was a quiet fishing village where the dragon rain had descended. Compared to Cheongdo, it is the wall of the village, so I looked around, but I also did not see any large boats or merchants. At most, there were three or four people on board and all the sculpture boats and fishing boats seemed to be packed. I said it out of control.

"I can't even consider a small ship like that."

The dragonfly sounded like a long whistle, not against my words.

Profit -

The long, low whistle has been ringing for a long time. A short while later, a large ship approaches from the far side of the rocky island.

"Huff."

The size of the ship was larger than the military ship of Deputy Ahn Hyun I had seen before. I was wearing a black sail and the distance to this place was narrowed quite quickly. Soon, a boat stopped about fifty yards from the fishing village, and someone came running from there.

Saaaa

His work was unyielding. I moved the fifty chapters to the equilibrium water, and I could barely hear the wavelength, not to mention the watermelon. I had to be surprised because I couldn't use an equilibrium scale as a doomsday report to make a landscape that clean.

The one who stood before us with the equality was a familiar face.

"Father, I've been waiting."

When his son apprehended him, he smiled satisfactorily.

"Well, let's go."

Standing before you is the Dragon Blade Dragon Warrior, son of Dragon Warrior! He was waiting in this fishing village with a big boat. I was amazed to see the size of that ship.

"Bigger than a military ship... It would cost a fortune to build a ship like that."

Then Yong-chul looked at me later.

"You're the new brain nephrotic advocate."

"I am Hundred Hundred."

"I'm a slave to the spirit. In answer to your question, that ship is a badge of pure funding. It's called Wind Pool."

"......"

At the words of the day, I shed a tearful voice.

"Made by the power of a single doorway"? '

Building a boat took a lot of money. Not to mention the small size of the ship costs almost twice as much, and since it seemed to have all kinds of equipment on it, it would have taken more than a dozen gold coffins and close to a hundred coffins. That was tens of times more than normal people would pay for a living.

The styrene also seemed to accumulate just as much wealth as the neophytes.

'I thought all kinds of darkness belonged to you, not to Madopal Moon. Maybe this is what it takes... "

I laughed as I thought to myself.

"As I've heard, the Unsullied are very kind. Let's stay close."

I was stubborn about it.

"Wind incompatibility 63864; . How much grudge did you have when you guys kicked out your brain stem to say something like that?"

"Hehe. You don't seem to have much attachment to the brain kidneys for that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. It would be wise to put aside your emotions for a while, since we have to do this together anyway."

Tada

Yong-chul said so, and flew to the lake with the Dragon Rain Sheet as an equivalency water. Perhaps the reason Myungpoo can't sail near is because the water is shallow and there is no port.

"......"

I had no choice but to ride the Silk Lake with the Equal Water along with them. Somehow, I felt uneasy as if I read my heart.

"Eye"? "Speech"? Information? What the hell did you read? Or was it just a stab? '

A moment ago, Yong-chul's voice was piercing my heart like it was piercing through my heart. But I couldn't tell if it was just a stab or if I was sure. I could instantly feel that the heavy lifting was tremendous.

It was clear that Yong-chul was a genius with abundant capabilities to succeed the wealthy. By assuming the position of a leader of the sulfates, of course, he learned about the family sulfate cult, but it was not easy to learn two different cults at the same time, even though the shamanism was excellent because it was one of the shamanism. Moreover, the fact that they were both big meant that the talent of the business was great.

"Go!"

After a while, the lagoon rapidly began to swim. I've confirmed that every sailor on board is a skilled artisanal mastermind, and I've learned that the speed of the ship is much faster than I've ever ridden before. At this distance, I was confident that I would arrive similar to starting from Cheongdo.

"I thought you said it was white."

As I stood on the deck and thought about it, a heavy worker approached me. As I looked at him vigilantly, Yong-chul smiled.

"You're definitely a strange one. I think I know why the Church is so interested."

"Don't talk to me carelessly."

"It's no big deal, but I'd like to share some information about the mission. I asked your father, he said you haven't heard anything before."

As I stared at him silently, Yong-il opened his mouth.

"This is not the place where we meet the Twelve Gospels, Shindan, his stronghold. It's an ocean that's closer than that."

"An appetite..."

"It's the heart of the castle."

The answer was yes.

"In fact, it's a neutral place of considering middle schools. It's also a place where twelve degrees of power is strongly spreading, but at least it's better than meeting in the Shrine. In case it's easy to get away."

"That's what we talked about in advance with the twelve?"

"I see."

Yongchul said, looking at the horizon of the sea.

"Twelve shareholders also know that we are in the middleman's shoes. Because the twelve percent of the privilege he planted in the fall sheep collects and transmits information from middlemen in time. That's why I expect this alliance mission to end well."

Twelve!

It was something I had heard of from the sword. The lieutenant is equivalent to the Three in the twelve commandments, and he is tasked with overseeing the twelve commandments. I had never actually seen it, but if it existed, it was likely to be a great master.

I was curious and asked.

"Why didn't you get the Throne Gang?"

"Hmm…?"

"You are a tremendous master to me. The realization of nothingness might surpass that dragon's empire, but why didn't I become the Lord of the Throne Legion?"

"......"

I was a little confused by what I said. My question seemed to have been pierced to the point that his natural-born rhinoceros was peeled off. A moment later, he smiled strangely.

"What a hard friend you are. If you want to know, show me another face..."

"Please answer my question."

"As you know, I've overstepped my father's resolve in some ways. But that doesn't mean you can inherit or have any of your father's legions. Because the Pope has one owner of the Throne Legion to balance the power of each martyrdom."

"Well, what does that mean..."

I laughed before I said anything.

"That's why I envy you. I never thought I'd be able to get the power of God so easily... Hahaha."

The power of God?

He knows exactly what the order is! '

At that moment, I was convinced that the business knew relatively precisely about the realities of the legions. Unlike ordinary Muslims who understand that the Legion is just an infinite inner sanctuary, they know that it is an apostle of God and a terminal. It had great significance.

But I decided not to ask.

'Pretending to know this much will alert me greatly.'

The assertion that the Legion is God's power is, in some sense, the greatest secret of the Libyan Church. I don't know if I found it on my own or heard it from the mercenary, but I will try to use the secret as my own weapon. Then it was better not to pretend to know him, but to remain available to him. After finishing my thoughts, I told the business.

"What do I do when I get there?"

"It's nothing. We just need to escort him just in case."

"A mercenary who's several times stronger than me, and escort..."

"The three of the twelve are also equal in strength to your father. No matter how careful you are, you can't be too careful."

"......"

"It will take about three or four days to arrive, so rest."

Yongbyl finally gets into the line. I looked behind him and stood on the deck for a long time looking at the horizon. I couldn't think straight, so I stood around for a second longer, and then I went inside and rested.

Soon after we arrived at the port near the ocean, we prepared to bankrupt the spiritual masters. It took about a sigh, and when everyone got down, the dragonfly said.

"You need to secure your retreat, so wait in this harbor."

"Respect."

"CYCLE and you, follow me."

Wedge

The dragon rain spring, which was thrown around without a word, began to fly like a whirlwind. I quickly ran with the heavy lifting and started following him. And I was amazed at the prosperity of the business.

'No waste.'

It's not as fast as the annihilation notes, but it was very fast compared to the usual practice of the Moorish. It also meant that the workmanship of the new law had reached a great degree of proficiency, with minimal force and maximum efficiency. Although he belongs to the spirit spirit and is an enemy, he deserves to be regarded as a leader of the Old Testament.

After a long run and getting inside the deep sea, we head for a quiet officer. The officer had no doorman and was quite a bitch, but as he stepped inside the officer, a quiet lamp began to light one by one. A bright room appeared when he went inside the quiet building, where twelve million shares were waiting with the three of them, wearing puppy masks.

The Twelve Commandments shook their hands as if they were happy.

"I've had a hard time coming a long way! Dragon Rain Sheet."

He said, embracing him with respect.

"Pioneering Lion, Divine Magician Dragon Bitcheon. Meet the Twelve Gospels, the Lord of the Eastern Forest."

"Yes. Let's sit over there."

"No thanks."

The three of us were able to sit across the table from it.

"Amazing, 12 Yuanju Ha Euncheon..."

I was able to see the thirty-two Leviticus in my previous sights. The dragon heaven is an invincible enchanter who traversed under heaven without fear. He admitted that he was below by being thoroughly rebellious to the Twelve Commandments. It also meant that the Chinese Catholic Church admitted that the twelve shares were almost equivalent to the Chinese Catholic Church.

Shortly after, twelve Yul-ju folded his arms and said.

"Yes. The Vailian wants to ally with us?"

Yongbyeon nodded and replied.

"Actually, the Pope wants to make a non-disclosure agreement. I hope the Twelve Commandments will be tolerated while we gain enough power in the Middle Church."

"Silence. You think our twelve might attack you."

"Not necessarily, but all things considered, I dared ask you here today to deepen our mutual trust. I've brought enough for that."

"In return... for what?"

"The gold, the crucifixion, and the excellent recruits collected from the Libyan Church. I think it's worth the tribute of one country."

Probably there are a lot of burdens guarding the men waiting in the harbor.

"Hmph."

At the words of the Dragon Bitterling, the twelve shares tilted their heads. He thought about it for a while and said,

"Hey... trust. Isn't that too easy for you to say?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I'll be honest with you. I know you're trying to conquer the Middle Kingdom because your Christian fixes a little bit of a sociopathic nerd and the drug is gone."

"......"

The dragon rain, of course, was silent and said nothing. The Twelve Commandments were spoken with a finger on the table.

"If we look down on you, the Middle Jungle Forest will be eaten alive and become the Sovereign Empire. And after that, what guarantee do we have that you won't attack the Oriental Forest?"

"Prediction. That's not how we build mutual trust."

"Hehe! Trust!"

The Twelve Commandments Lord coldly smiled and said:

"Very well. Then keep your son, Yong-chul, hostage in the Synagogue. Then I'll trust you."

"......!!"

"If you invade, I will send your son's head as a gift to the Vailian monk."

I was terrified while listening to the Twelve Commandments. Previously, I didn't bring up cruel stories, even though I was delirious and sly, but now I feel like someone else. No, this was an even dirtier offer. I was close to the pride of the Liberians.

Then, he clenched his fist as if he were holding back his anger.

"How can a story be like that? How ridiculous of you to trust my son with your life."

"Makes sense enough. He's the loving son of a Homo sapien and the future of the spirit. How can we not trust him to give us his life? Like you said, mutual trust will spring from your mind."

"Grrrgh!"

The Twelve Commandments, which speak in riddles, seemed sinister. Perhaps he collected all the information about the styrene in advance and made a pressure proposal. And the dragonfly was stabbed in the middle of nowhere, so I was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

No matter how important the meeting was, it was the only son and future of the body. In situations where the Christians don't know what to walk into, they will never have the choice to leave their lives in the right place.

Then Yongju opened his mouth next to him.

"If the Lord hates mutual trust, how about a trade?"

At this point, twelve eyes turned to him.

"Deal?"

"The Lord did not ask for a dispute with the Muslims, but obtained information that it was a subjugation of a divine being called [former ruler]."

"......"

"If you enter into this non-silence pact, we will cooperate with the subjugation of by using the full force of the Magistrate."

I looked at the dragon's rain. Seeing that there was no change in his face, he had been preparing for the second act, considering the failure of the proposal from the beginning. The Twelve Levels, who heard the offer of the Yongju, said as if it were interesting.

"The Lord of the Throne Gang will help you. That would be great."

"Do you accept?"

Twelve shares laughed.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't need it."

"......!!"

"You've only gained 'power' by interpreting the laws of the immortal elderly in the first place, but you don't even know what that power is. and human relationships with [former rulers], and [emperors], and [unclear], and [unclear], and [unclear], and so on. If you knew that, you wouldn't have brought up the nonsense of lending the power of the Magistrate."

"Hmmm..."

The heavy clouds shed a murmur. Apparently, he didn't expect the twelve shares to refuse this offer either. He calmly spoke.

"I'm sorry, but is there a condition you want? If it's not too vain, we're in the mood to hear everything. Please don't tease me. Tell me seriously, Juju."

"Seriously... Hmm..."

A little later, twelve weeks later, he smiled and said.

"Find at least one Chilyo and bring it to me. Then I'll make a non-disclosure agreement."

"Chill...?"

Yongbyeon and Yongbyol looked at each other's faces. Yong-chul told the twelve churchmen, as he was the head of the Old File Room, as if he had some knowledge of Chilyo.

"Are you talking about the legendary Chilyo of Toga? It's just a legend..."

"Tell my story straight to the bishop. Then this conversation is over!"

"......"

Thud

As the twelve shares stood up, the dragon days and the dragon rains stood up at the same time. They began to give a strong energy to the whole body, and suddenly the Middle Ages came to a halfway house as Samsa spread her energy against him.

A state of fluctuation, just before the whirlpool of chi!

The Twelve Yield Juju smiled as he watched the situation without interrupting.

"You want to try it on your own? You want to die, Dragon Secret."

At that, the dragon's rain stopped, but he gripped and replied.

"You may be the Lord of the Eastern Forest, but this is outrageous! We came all the way here to tell you the story, Chilloni, but you ignored the whole school while trying to catch the unknown!!"

There was fire in his eyes.

"Tell me why you're being unreasonable! This is so rude."

"Hmm."

He pondered the twelve statutes of the Dragon Bitcheon protest and said.

"You guys are so ignorant. It's not that important, but you don't realize it. You're so narrow, it's obvious we'll catch up with you in the future. Why make alliances? Thank me for listening to me like this."

"Khh...!!"

"Anyway, go ahead. You can't bet your life on anything more than that."

The dragon's cloth was blushing with humiliation. I was amazed to hear that the dragon rains endured such words. You were the only one who could intimidate a martyr, besides the Soviet Church!

'Chilola. The Pope doesn't know that there's still demand among the treasures he took from me.'

I was surrounded by an ancient treasure that demand had stumbled upon by chance. Therefore, the bishop will be distracted and will not recognize that he has demand. I was troubled because all I had to do was say to the parishioner that there was Chilyo.

Do you think it's right to help me close this meeting? Or should I leave it alone?