Reincarnated Swordmaster

[Hmm... Chilola... Very interesting...]

The prophet who seemed to be looking at me was surprised.

[Former student?! I see... That makes sense now...]

"Will you let me know?"

[Good... I'll give you the location... for Obsidian.]

The prophet received an anonymous letter from me first, informing me of the location of the receiving K'Taart and the Golden Branch. The prophet who had heard the information handed me the Obsidian that contained the location and time of the sunset. I frowned as I examined that time and memory.

"Are you sure you want to do this? As for Chilyo, there is a strict treaty with the Celestial Realm, but it's not fair to share it with anyone!"

[You've been digging into my predicament for quite some time... It's definitely not fair...]

I point my finger at him and stare hard.

"If you're the King of the Fuzzy, keep your promise!"

When I went out strong, the prophet opened his eyes.

[Strange fellow... You must know you're not as close to me as you are to combat power... But it's strange you don't hate me...]

I snorted.

"Kill me if you want to! But I don't want to make a deal with someone who can't even stick to his principles."

[Good... Then I'll let you know exactly when the solar eclipse of Tuesday begins.]

"Isn't it too salty?"

[And the cost of breaking confidentiality agreements is very fair...]

I nodded my head as much as I could.

"Good."

Once again, I received the Obsidian from the prophet.

At that moment, knowledge about the skills of the great species, science as a whole, was etched into their minds, and their knowledge of the number, shape, and universe was evident. There were even units related to the galaxy.

But these were memories that I couldn't remember for a long time because knowledge was volatile, not relaxed. After the basic work was done, the timeline of the sunrise eclipse was stored in my head exactly when the sunrise eclipse occurred.

Tiring!

Although it is difficult to solve and write with human knowledge, I now know the solar eclipse of the sunset more accurately than anyone else in the world. I'm sure the error won't even breathe a few times.

"Amazing!"

It was clear that the skill and knowledge of the great races was not comparable to that of today's humans. Now that we know when the solar eclipse of Tuesday will take place, all we need to do is find a place. Finding a place would take a long time, but I didn't worry because I had my own way.

'Yura of Caltucazara. The rock is called Uluru.'

It's because I've heard of this place before.

I retreated from the prophet and glanced over the debris from the ribs. And I found a bopae backorder.

"Found it. There you are."

It seemed to be because of Bofar that the prophet was still intact after receiving rays from him.

[Is that mine...? I hunted.]

The prophet who was watching challenged me, and I shook my hand.

"No, it's mine. I brought him here. Don't you know the most important thing about hunting?"

[......]

"And, you know, I can take him one-on-one."

[Hmm... It doesn't make any sense, but... let me see...]

The prophet who spoke harshly said:

[Come again... at that time, with a book of mado...]

"Let me think!"

After I got what I needed, this time I went to find demand. I won as many Black & White Soviet Union as I could, and I collected the Thousand Year Old Snow Ginseng and put a Gold Ingot in my armor. After defeating the Guardian Giant Spider, this time, the process of collecting the inner lining of the spider was also added by using my body as an intoxicant. Ordinarily, I would decipher it using Sundanese phrases, but because it was poisonous, spider venom meant nothing more to me than smelly liquids.

"Spider Web, you might have something to use. '

I mumbled in my heart, taking all the statues and demands from the ruins of demand. I thought about what was left, and this time I headed to the Baekje.

Pa!

When I arrived at the Libyan Church, I was at the shrine where the sacred stone was grown. One of the elders who used to manage the shrine was surprised to find me.

"Who are you!!"

I smiled and said.

"Are you going to fight here? If we fight here, we'll lose our nerve!"

"Ugh!"

The Senate Master stood in the way. It is because if you try to use the innards of the super elite to get to me, it will explode and the convulsions were likely to die. I looked at the loser and said,

"I'm only going to win three. Just pretend you didn't see it."

"You... son of a bitch... You think I'd let you defend the Crucible?!" "

Woong.

I unleashed the sword upon the sword. I started blackmailing him.

"I don't care if you fight! But then it wouldn't have ended in three."

"Ugh…!!"

He trembles. He was clearly obsessed with the Soviet Senate, although I don't think he lost to me. I was intrigued by Zegalsa's remarks.

"What if there aren't three of them? I mean, can you even defend yourself to the bishop that you ate alone with no appetite?"

"What's your name?"

"Are you crazy? Let me tell you?"

Shhh!

I put my blade on the stubble like a harpoon. Then the Senate Master was frightened.

"... take it with you! Get lost!"

"Thank you."

I broke three cold, twisted pieces and put them in my collar.

Hmm, and one more thing...

I went to the ruins of the philanthropist I had visited before. When I arrived in the community and entered the inner bloodstream, I noticed that there was a spiritual power in the city. I was also quite spiritual as a practitioner, so I took a deep breath and repaired the ginseng gate and simply put it in my neck.

Then, thinking that the ice was ready, he turned to an oscillating song and gave Obsidian to the Obsidian.

Woong.

The prospect of transferring memories to Obsidian seems to be astonished. He sighs as if he was clearing his mind for about a second.

"... a hundred thousand. If you had kept going last life, you could have gotten more..."

"I don't regret it. I'm just a little more clear on what I need to do!"

"I guess that's about it."

Manwley nods and sighs.

"Ha... I see what you're thinking. I think I know why I've gathered so much stuff here without any back-and-forth, without any scavenging."

What a genius. Just by looking at my movements, I realized what I had planned.

I smiled faintly, facing hopelessness.

"It's going to work."

The telescopes were somewhat gloomy.

"I wish. So let's have a public ceremony of the season."

I went back to the town of the Scouts with the scouts, just like before. It didn't take me long to bury the Thousand Arms Secretary and perform Sui's public ceremony. I was surprised when I memorized the turn of consciousness and assisted Cheonwoojin with spirituality.

"You're used to dealing with soul bags. Are you crossing?"

I acted casually.

"There was a bit of a connection."

"Hmm."

Choon Woo-jin, who was looking at me with an unfamiliar look, soon focused on consciousness. The apostolic was not so common in the alcoholic world, but not so rare. The martyrdom laws that they had were spread around by the hands of the Christians after the destruction of the apostles. That's why Cheonwoojin also seems to have the perception that the incarceration is related to breeding. However, according to Jegalsa, each of the tricks was just a level of variation, and the only thing that had learned the true method of divorce was the apostle of apostasy.

Woo woo

Soon after that, the spirit began to come upon Cheon Woojin as he held Suji's ceremony. Taehecheon opened his mouth.

[Sookie was well fed. Humans. Strange, though. I want to bless you and those who care about your sacrifice, but you already have a trace of my power...]

I had already heard what he had to say, so I predicted it beforehand and said it bluntly.

"I'm not a Tribal Oze."

Taehazzon was embarrassed.

Is it... is it?]

"What if there are traces of power left! The present is important."

I shouted loudly and stared at the telepathy. Perhaps if the delusion had been true to my intentions, he would have figured out what I wanted. He sighs as he looks reluctant.

"Ha... Taeherjeon. And we want to do more in addition to that. And I want to use that to gain more power."

[What?]

As expected, Despair understood my intentions. I interrupted and said,

"The blessings of the Great Luck can overlap. I'll give you more, so please enhance that blessing!"

[sighs]

"Let's start with reinforcement."

Taeherjeon nods as I hold his head.

[Possible. What are you going to do to me?]

I picked up my armor and began to shout out the items one by one to Taehecheon.

"So many explosives! Gunpowder! Frostbite in front of you!"

[sighs]

I flash my twin swords.

"Twin Go-Go Sword of Infertility Ratio!"

[sighs]

Treasures were handed out in succession.

"Muramasa urethra! Five Wheels!"

[......]

"The Three Kingdoms Gate!"

The expression on the face of Taehechecheon, who witnessed the loss and criticality of self-immolation, became strange.

"Black-and-white! Crucible! Landmark!"

[Now, wait...]

"Nine-Personality War! Crystal Stone Cost!"

[What?!]

"Bocephalic!!"

Per hundred million

When I was angry and thrown, Choi Woo-jin's face was struck with an authentic backdrop. It was too annoying to give away all the treasure.

[Huff.]

Taehecheon picked up the bopae backorder in a daze and looked around. Everything around him was a great treasure, an infantry, a treasure, an asylum. He didn't even think to be angry at my actions, as if the Taehavan was truly confused.

[Are you sure you want to give all of this?]

I laughed later.

"I believe you, Taehavan!"

[If that's the case...]

I turned my fist into a flaming grip.

"Awesome!"

Taehecheon suddenly frowned and said rigorously.

[Oh, good. In the name of the Emperor, I will bless you with a great fortune corresponding to all this tribute. I will also stop some headwinds from overlapping blessings!]

"Thank you."

I thought to myself:

'I kept my last promise with this, Taehavan.'

Pa 'at

And the spirits of the Tai Heo Cheon left Cheon Woo-jin. Cheonwoojin did not appear tired or tired, either because of the rapid completion of the aircraft ceremony. Then, as soon as he regained his senses, he told me.

"Are you crazy? Even with half the treasure you just dedicated, you can be the Lord of all worlds!"

"It's my heart."

"Erai, damn it... I'll give you the palanquin and the white first..."

Choon Woo-jin, who grumbled in public, said a few times.

"... Is there any treasure left?"

"Get lost."

"Ban Ding is a piece of cake. Tsk."

Cheonwoojin, who was scorned, went away to build a farm again with a taste of mouthwash. I knew why Cheonwoojin was like that. Then he sighs as the scourge approaches.

"Hah… Hundred Hundreds. With all the treasure you're throwing away, the amount of time in the air must have increased greatly. And better luck."

"Of course."

If I had all of them, I could generate enormous power, but I gave up that fuzzy future. and decided to focus on short-term results.

"You can say that you have become the luckiest girl in the world, the beauty who is addicted to gold and elixir and elixir, and the best in the century." Even if it's a short time! "

"That's what he was after."

"......"

A moment of hesitation groans.

"Even if it's efficient... aren't you afraid to die?" "

I didn't really know what to say.

So I thought for a moment and replied.

"I've spent too much time on myself. From now on, I'm just going to be a little bit more active."

"Hmmm..."

"Don't worry. You're gonna do great."

He looked at me with worried eyes and said.

"The total amount of good luck has increased and the maintenance time has increased. If you don't leave too much luck behind, you may live. If you kill someone who seals the power of the blessing."

"I'll keep that in mind."

I waved to the mangrove.

"Then I'll see you again!"

"......"

Pa 'at

I went straight to the savage continent to the south to boil.

"Don't think about it, let's leave it to chance! '

And I went to all the neighborhoods and grabbed a Barbarian who looked like a chief and asked him.

"Hey, where's Jura, east of Caltuca?"

Of course, I don't know the language of the Barbarians. If you think rationally, you can't hear the answer if you ask the middleman like this. The chances of that are really astronomically low.

However, the chief's son, who was behind the chief, raised his hand and replied with a middle language.

"Let my father go, for I know you, O one like God!"

"How can you speak Middle Ages?"

He said fluently.

"I learned it from a drifter when I was a kid. I know the Middle East and the Mysterious Empire. I speak the Middle East well. I love Middle Eastern food.I know how to make an Eastern Wave."

"......"

What's the odds?

He felt a strange Cantonese accent. Perhaps the ship that sailed in the region was stranded, and a major wreck at the end of the Creek was arriving nearby. And it seems that the chief's son accidentally learned to speak from the middleman. I was wondering if I could ask you a few more questions.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Lacan."

It seemed different from the local pronunciation, but he told it in his own way in a medium circle accent.

"What happened to your teacher?"

"He died six years ago."

"Hmm… Lacan. How do you know where the Eastern Jura is?"

"That's because I happened to be a sage who had inherited ancient knowledge when I traveled to the Wasteland."

"Excuse me?"

"Only the wise know that Chilyo is hidden on this continent. I may be the only one on the continent who knows the secret location and the legend."

"......"

I asked him what kind of place Yura of Caltucazara was in, just in case. Then he answered without hesitation.

"The treasure of God is a hidden place and opens during the eclipse. And there's molten water and a vase in there, and you have to defeat the Guardian to get it."

"Huff..."

It was an incredible coincidence. I photographed it on the southern continent where I used to wander without a thought. What are the chances that the village chief's son is a wise man who knows the traditions of the fireworks well? This was an unprecedented meteor shower in the imperial palace, leaving no room for imperial forces to be exterminated.

"This is the power of great transit overlap! '

I told Lacan.

"Lacan. Take me there. Then I will give a good gift to your tribe."

"Yes, of course."

I thought Lacan's gait would be slow, so I tried to run him on his side, but he refused.

"I know how to do a heavy duty. I'm a midfielder."

It sounded a little pronounced.

Pavabat

Later, Lacan developed a new law, which was not as fast as the elder of the old general's office. In short, his innocence is at an all-time high. Lacan appeared to be only in his early 30s, but he also seemed to have been working on his pores for a long time.

"......"

Even more surprising is that it is the most famous new law in the Old File Room: Unyong-daemun style. Apparently, the person who taught Lacan the Middle Horse was a very good fighter. I can't believe you're an orchestra on another continent!

"What the hell... This is a ridiculous probability...?" '

Anyway, it was easier than riding and running, so I started walking with Lacan.