Reincarnated Swordmaster

The backdrop talked about how Yurim and the incarnate would later share the Imperial Palace. The arch was already undergoing an invisible purge or siege of emperor bureaucrats who were in opposition to him, and the incarnate decided to calm down and expand their power. Within ten days, the new emperor, Chu Hae Chu, said that there would be a trend.

He listened quietly and said.

"Isn't it inconsistent with Yurim's ideology, which you mentioned earlier, that the Confederate said not to discuss bullying?"

"It's not like that. The reason the Confucian told us not to talk about bullying was because there was actually such a thing."

"What do you mean?"

The backbone was carefully explained.

"You may think you know it, but the beings of [Darkness] are easily approached by those who think of themselves and obscure delusions. If we can talk about Aggressive Renaissance easily, the real shell is easily broken and [Darkness] summons Humans. [Old ruler] sometimes brings disaster to the sound of calling to himself."

"I see."

"It's very dangerous, so it's forbidden. I'm not stopping you because you don't have a strong streak. It was meant to be real and dangerous, so don't make me beg. If you don't give me Wilmy for no reason, the foreign nationals are surprisingly calm."

The telescopes glared at me. Because I understood the context sufficiently through my experience.

In the past, when I fought with the Decepticons while conquering the Imperial Palace, I felt a copycat at the constellation inviting me into infinite darkness. I was so terrified that I chose to kill myself to refuse the summons. Perhaps the Confederate's ban on aggravated assault was to stop the summoning.

"There may be research or legacy left by alchemists in the palace. It must be recovered because it could be catastrophic in the face of ordinary people."

"I see. I'll make sure to keep it down."

"The imperial palace may have melted down, but you may have hidden something in the basement."

That muttering telemetry asked me about the ledge.

"What would you do if the priests didn't disappear and the darkness of the imperial palace continued to grow?"

"... What do you mean by that?"

"Yurim is asking if they have remained silent in their misdeeds."

I sighed at the question of exhaustion.

"Phew... I guess so."

"Why?"

"It's a bad habit to ask what you know. It's because our Yurim is so weak that we can't drive out the wicked without borrowing the power of the Liberians. Even if we can handle the power of empathy and at least fight the heretics, it's self-defense. Jeong Jing can defeat the name of the Lee Nation and drive it out, but it won't do much good to humans who conspire with the strong Lee Nation or Lee Nation."

"Hmm..."

"We are essentially fast-paced scholars. When he saw it all the way to the end, he had to escape from the falls and wait for days to come."

He strokes his chin and speaks.

"Satisfied?"

"I apologize for the rash questions."

"No. Enough questions."

I knew why Persuasion had just asked me the question. In my previous life, I have entered the imperial court several times, and the highlight of Yurim has been more than 20 times in my previous life. To find out why Yurim stood up so late, he asked.

'Perhaps... the outline of the Yurim or the main people were intuitive and evacuated before the great uproar hit them.'

Yurim was limited because he was neither an athlete nor a monk nor fresh against the horse. The back-lined forest is strong in the world, but weak in the world behind it. They had no choice but to use martial arts and artisans, like us, to mobilize human forces.

"By the way, how do you know so much about business?"

The outline of the telepathic question answered.

"The Sulfuric Gate has visited me before. I've known him since I opened up his face."

"What happened?"

"You're asking too much."

As I frowned, the heavy work that was standing next to me slowly said.

"In the past, I had insufficient funds to establish and run the sulfuric acid faction, so I asked my elder to finance it."

"Oh, this guy! Why do you say that?"

"Sir, I don't want to buy into their useless doubts."

I was a little confused about my back, but the heavy lifting was light and steady.

"And now that the money's been paid off, the debt's been cleared. However, the debt of the heart has not been cleared, so today is to see the elder with kindness."

"I see."

It seemed like a preparatory liquefied oil solution. As expected, he was a brilliant man in the brain.

I coughed up my back a little.

"Hmm! Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Mangosteen said.

"I'd like to meet the new emperor. Would you write me a letter of introduction?"

"Of course you do. I still wanted to make that offer."

"And about the future..."

"Hehe."

He said with a smile on his back.

"I will reunite all of the excellent officers and officers the emperor has admired."

Soon after discussing with the back of the line, we headed to the wagon with a letter of introduction to Chu Hae Hae Hae Hae. Before I went to the wagon, I turned my back on my business. He appeared in front of the mansion as if to say goodbye to us, but I said to him bluntly.

"Are you trying to keep up?"

"Wherever I go, it's my heart."

"Don't follow us."

I couldn't keep up with business.

Dagdaq Dagdaq

As the wagon departed and began to run the landscape, Mangosteen spoke to me in a tone.

[He will follow.]

[Of course.]

I don't know why, but it seemed to be interesting to me other than why my father was hit by me. Despair offered me this because I felt bad after being spotted by him like this.

[Since the meeting with Chu Hae Hae has been spotted at the backyard house, let's just go. And let's get out of the fall sheep as soon as we're done interviewing for sovereignty.]

[I should.]

[Let's talk about business later.]

Soon after seeing the wagon running through the landscape, he suddenly told me.

"A hundred. Look outside. It's quite spacious, isn't it?"

"I see."

Dagdaq Dagdaq

"It's a rare experience for an ordinary person to ride such a spectacular wagon and see the scenery of the Fallen Sheep on the Observatory. The outside gaze of the wagon also fills the honor."

I saw the view outside. Certainly large buildings were built around it, and there was a lot of crowds, and ordinary people and ordinary people looked at the wagon and looked at it in wonder and awe. The wagon he gave was a large luxury wagon that could only be used by the top operators. There were more carriages escorting back and forth, not one or two.

"......"

But I'm not attracted to it. Obviously, it gives me a lot of pleasure to see a lot of unspecified people with jealous eyes. And hopelessness must have told me about it. But I didn't seem to find this life very attractive for some reason. I don't find life so glamorous, being honored and enriched by everyone.

"Why?"

I felt awkward because I was not so glamorous even though it was related to the fame or psychology I had recently considered. As I pondered, Desperation smiled and said.

"You really don't know. Another face, if you must know..."

"Am I a freak?"

"He's not just any man. You used to be quite obsessed. Don't you think so yourself?"

The mangrove curls its chin and looks out at the landscape and speaks.

"But that doesn't judge norms or ideals. It's just a foundation for judging your personality and desires. It's only his job to know what kind of man you are. The most important thing is whether you're satisfied with who you are."

"I see..."

I felt enlightened by the telepathic words. As the telepathy said, I was denying my strong self-expression and was now confused. But you don't have to judge quickly because it is also you.

The wagon we rode in soon arrived at the manor after its departure. Ju Jae-ho came out to meet us in front of the garden when we said we had arrived, but he was also a royal, so his place was not too glamorous.

"Jaegal-hyun! Long time no see!"

He welcomed me as soon as I saw the scouts. The network laughs bitterly.

"Your Grace, they call it luck now. And this is..."

"I heard it from the backdrop. They say it's the Dragon incarnation."

"That's right."

He opened his eyes for a moment and looked at me, then turned his head to the mangrove and smiled faintly.

"Haha! Whatever you are, my dear friend. And your friend is my friend."

He smiled single-handedly.

"I survived so far because you often lend me wisdom and advice when I was in trouble in the palace. As a lifesaver to me, I've always wanted to invite you to the Imperial Court."

"A compliment."

"However, I've been disappointed since you refused all the duties and were only in a fancy tune. I even had four titles with my recommendations…"

He made a long face. Despair was just making a bitter smile, but I felt like I knew his insides.

'With the royal recommendation, if you paddle in the Imperial Palace, you will inevitably be noticed by the astronomers and Imperial forces, but you don't want to be forced to live on the path of the Thorn Field...'

From the perspective of telepathy, it would have been better to be relaxed and fluent in the rumbling song.

"Anyway, come here. Let's talk about what we haven't done."

"Yes."

We followed the weather to the inner reception room. Indeed, the paladin's house was unfolding like a shelter on its back. After he had a conversation about telepathy and the work that had been done, he came to the point about the same time after the ceremony.

"You may have heard of me, but I will soon be Emperor of the Great People." "

"I'll cut back on that."

"But at this rate, you'll be a scarecrow swinging against the ledge again. His clan played a major role in defeating the former emperor and destroyed his alumni and honor. I have no power."

He suddenly grabbed hold of the telepathic hand.

"Excellent! Please. Help me.I need you to make me a proper emperor."

"......"

There was a reasonable explanation for what he said. He was the head of Yurim and a scholar, but he was quite honest with his own desires. Apart from his pursuit of justice, he had a high probability of having his own faction lead the regime and puppet the emperor.

He said, embarrassed.

"You don't have to say that. If I'm just a white paper student, how am I supposed to stand up to an archdiocese?"

"If you wish, I will grant you the authority of all cognitive persons."

"Yes?"

"I will give you a place in the kingdom of heaven. I hereby grant you true authority, not just your name."

My face hardened, not to mention my reticence.

Country.

It means treasure, and it was almost a prestigious position in the current political system because the emperor was friendly and showed dignity such as alumni and golden dignity. However, Ju Chu Yu said he would give him a place in the country of commerce, the same way that he would give him a place in charge of neutralizing politics that dominated all the great works. In other words, it means that we should have the highest political power at the age of twenty-thirds.

"Your Grace, that's..."

"It's not vanity. The ledge was already here to negotiate my ascension to the Emperor, and I agreed to do whatever I wanted to do next time I negotiated. He won't be able to refuse me. Now, if you give up on me and put the other royalty on the throne, there will be treason everywhere."

"Hmm."

"Everyone knows that every nobleman around here is stupid enough not to use them. If any one of them enters the Imperial Court, there will be hardship and bloodshed."

He seemed to be speaking sincerely.

'I have a good feeling.'

I thought he was quite a clever man. Normally, he would be delighted to be emperor, but he was a person who clearly captured his current position and survival strategies. It must be the Emperor's vessel.

He thought about it for a moment and said:

"Your Grace, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with anything bigger. Instead, I would recommend one competent person who is comparable to me. In the future, please discuss with the individual and make a major decision."

"W-what do you mean? What's bigger?"

I was surprised when he arrived.

"I, the next emperor, am giving you a place in the great empire! You mean there's something bigger going on?"

It seemed arrogant, but it was surprising. Ordinary people have difficulty managing the end in the imperial palace, but the reincarnation of the next emperor is an enormous power. I can never refuse the people of Chungwoon who want to be in charge! It was strangely worth seeing the prospect of rejecting such an offer with a dagger.

"It's about saving the world."

"The world?"

"You know there are some twisted creatures in the Imperial Court. I once hid in an oscillating song to empower them to fear. And this time, we have gained the power of the dragon to unite evil beings."

"......"

"But we didn't completely destroy them. They will come back and they will corrupt people with a stronger horse. The Dragon incarnate and I must fight them."

He thought about it for a long time and said.

"... I see. I had no idea."

"I'm glad you understand."

"Then who is the talent?"

"It's a quadriplegic."

"Samar?"

He replied confidently.

"I was a genius of the Samaritan family, but I lost my position during the Purge of the Emperor and was pushed into the audience. His political skills are similar to or better than mine, so be sure to use him."

He nods.

"I'm sure it was your recommendation. I will be his equal."

"Thank you."

I soon withdrew from the Chucheonghua house with a glimpse of hope. Then, while checking to see if there was any sign of a heavy force chasing him, he entered the hideous place and used a flashlight to return to the chorus.

Pa!

I asked Lucky.

"Who's Samar? I've never heard of it."

"He is the direct descendant of the Samaritan apocalypse from the Three Kingdoms. He's very intelligent, and I had a lot of help when I was doing math. He's a sailor. He'll be a great help to the new emperor. I will not be undermined by my intellect."

"You know a lot of great people."

"Falling water is a thousand-year-old altitude ( ) where talented people flock. Samar is also a great person, and I think he'll be a good friend to me in the future."

He suddenly stopped and asked me.

"Hundred. How was your business earlier?"

I knew why Persuasion was asking questions. So I answered heavily.

"The business seemed to be out of reach of the supernova."

"I see..."

That's how I felt. My current skills have risen to the point of looking down at some of the very best, but I have a weakness for herbivores because I do not operate the Feast smoothly. It was almost inevitable that I would be struck in the face of a disadvantage in a battle with a dragonfly or a zero-day sword. This would often happen until the Three Days were ripe.

Apart from my lack of skills, my job performance was very high. It was not unusual to be slaughtered by a dragon instead of pushing him if there was no Chiljo or the entire Seal. This was not a sword to be discussed in the course of the supernatural.

"Do you think it's the beginning of the Apocalypse?"

"......"

I've been considering a lot of questions. And I said,

"I'm not ready to judge yet."

It was a cowardly answer, but it was true. How are we supposed to discuss the entrance if we didn't even make it to the Great Beyond? It was absurd to speculate about the level of validity while the Black Horse might be stronger than me by now.

This is not about bragging or pride. It was life-threatening to accurately judge an opponent's skills in a UAV. So I had to risk my embarrassment and be honest with the network.

"I can assure you that Yong-chul is the strongest of the Old File Cadets."

In the words of the telepathy, I explained in relief.

"Not only that, but he may be the best of them all."

"That much?"

I said it carefully.

"Without the legions of dragon rain, we might not be the centuries of dragon power."

I fought with the Dragon Rain Service several times, and I knew the extent of his martial arts. Yongbycheon was also the highest level of excellence I could recognize, but the validity I had just experienced was different from that of him. It felt like they were fighting equally rather than dominating with a mandibular blade.

Mangosteen folds his arms.

"That's odd. Isn't the martial arts master the father of Mercury? But I specialize in gladiators, not swordsmen, just like dragon rain. Does it make sense for a genius to turn his back on the martyrdom of a new sword and set a new course for the Underworld?"

"That... I don't know. But his sword was very free and strong. I think I can put it in the same line as a hand sword or a mandibular blade."

"Do you think it's the sword of the Sulfur Clan?"

"......"

I waved my head while thinking about it.

"That's not true. I bumped into the elders of the sulfuric acid tribe once, but it was nothing like their swords. It's not much of a swordsmanship."

I can assure you this because I know both the sword of the sulfuric acid and the styrene. But the sword of the day I experienced did not belong to either.

"Hundred thousand. We have very valuable information. All this time you've been so careful in your past life, you've only guessed at his innocence that you didn't know how. Even though the Spirits Exodus was wiped out, they were directly sworn by a bystander."

He was a little excited, he said.

"Remember the sword you just shared with her and discuss it with her. If we find out about his swordsmith, we might be able to work something out."

"I see."

I thought of one word in my head.

'Sword style.' '

Yongju said the word at the moment of the Office of the Soul Rights. It used to be commonly used by swordsmen, but somehow it felt like it contained a source of notorious swordsmanship.

We went to Jegalsa. He was being cared for by the chorus, and Zegalsa's face was much better. I examined Zegalsa, but I'm sure she'll regain consciousness in a few days since she's gone into recovery.

Mangosteen said.

"Let's stay in the chorus until Jegalsa wakes up for a while."

"Let's do that."

I thought it was an opportunity, so I decided to get a drink guide from Mangosteen. When he saw the pacifism I was practicing, he pointed out a few things that were wrong, and I spent time practicing divorce and pacifism day and night.

Could it have been about three days? My eyes finally opened.

"Have I been asleep long?"

"Not for long, uncle."

We told Jegalsa what had happened. Jegalsa said as if joking.

"Why didn't you just transfer my soul to a superhero by divorce law when I died?"

"I disagreed with that."

Despair said heavily.

"Your uncle's body is dead. Even if a supernatural person resembles a human, he is only a man-made creature, so he must be vulnerable to spiritual attacks. Not only that, but the magic of the book my uncle acquired may disappear as soon as he reaches the superhero."

"Yes, you're right."

Zegalsa turns her head and says in a mosquito-like voice.

"My mistake."

Why is the apology so small?

I tilted my head, but soon Zegalsa recovered her face and said,

"So you got caught up in something big, huh?"

"Ugh."

Suddenly, I was stabbed in the pain, and the words closed. Jegalsa giggled.

"We still have a long way to go!"

"I didn't know he was that strong."

"Yes. How lucky are you? How hard it would have been if you had targeted the sulfuric acid solstice during your previous life."

"......"

"There's something good about roughly anything."

Seeing that, I used to be angry at the Sulfur Tribe for trying to ruin business. Wouldn't it have been really hard if we had a target to defeat the heavy lifting? I have passed 20 times in my past life and still haven't thought of the level of force I would be able to face.

"Anyway, business is not important right now. Let's stop caring about falling sheep and get ready to go to Rock Cemetery."

"How?"

"We'll have to hold them for about five years, and then we'll all have to train and increase our abilities. And while you're at it, you can completely restore the Blade of Fire with the power of the Blade. Once we have that much power, let's use the dream stairs to enter the Rock Census."

"Why five years? A little more practice..."

"Hey. How do we know how many years we'll find the moon in the crescent? We've only captured as much as we can in five years, and it doesn't matter if the Sword of Fire reanimates at that moment. Just know that the 10 years I talked about before are much shorter than you think."

Zegalsa, a stern and stubborn woman, said to the shrine.

"Hyun, will five years be enough?"

The network nods. And he said,

"That should be enough."

"Good. Let's practice, then."

I asked Jegalsa.

"Jegalsa, are you okay now? The side effects of the book..."

"Don't worry. It won't get any worse unless I try to dig deeper."

Zegalsa didn't seem to want to say much about her condition.

I realized the time had come for me to stay and train with the Zegalsa.

'Today is the first full day of my appointment.'

I've been out there excusing myself for training in the mountains for the past few days. When I was moderately late, I used my flashlight in an unpopular place to head for the falls.

Pa 'at

I had arrived at Hanssega's reception room. There was no light at night, and the son-in-law was drenched in darkness. However, I slowly took a step forward as I was able to figure out where all the surrounding objects were with my master's senses.

Bloop.

Suddenly, the candles are lit on both sides, and the reception room is illuminated. In front of a new reception room, there was a hundredfold lying flat on his back.

"You kept your promise, dragon incarnate."

Yes, he promised to meet a hundred Phantom Mages without speaking to anyone at the full moon. It might have been right to discuss it with Mangtong or Jegalsa, but for some reason, he was referring to "trust," so he decided to apologize to them later and come alone. Even though he had dug a trap, it included the confidence to escape through my strength.

A hundred men looked at me and said.

"Do you have any idea what I wanted to talk to the Dragon incarnate about?"

"I'm not sure."

"......"

She gets up from her seat with a pipe out of her hand. And he said,

"Dragon incarnate."

The next word woke me up surprised.

"Please defeat the Vailian monk. In return, I will give you everything in the incarnation."