Amcheon Township
Yesterday, Mangwang and Jegalsa sat in front of him, facing each other as if the rest were surrounded. Zegalsa slowly opened her mouth.
"In a three-way conference, we will participate with Jeongcheon as an arbitrator. And of course, the semiblinder, Mangtong Je Gal-hyun, attends the meeting. And Lee Chung Un will accompany that escort."
"What about the rest?"
"You don't have to go. I mean, there's no reason to deliberately teach us our faces and identities, is there? However, without Lee Chung Un, we cannot guarantee the survival of Hyun among the greatest masters. In this case, Lee Chung Un can open up a space for his illumination with his cerebral body marrow."
"Hmm."
At that time, the arc raised its hand.
"Let me go!"
"Why you?"
"Please."
Then Jegalsa smiled coldly.
"Bullshit. You want to see the Divine Magician or the Liberal Society with your own eyes?"
"......"
"We can't allow accidents. As soon as anything goes wrong, we're all gonna die."
"Hehe."
The Ultimate Lake was disassembling. In this situation, Zegalsa was right, but I could understand the extreme emotions. If you have the opportunity to see your enemies firsthand, it is natural that emotions outweigh reason. The seagull spoke.
"The sword who is not here has been leading the meeting for days. If the gumma representing Safa can help us out while sneaking out, it would be better to close the meeting a bit more. But polar arc, when an anonymous ruler like you joins a semi-angionist escort, it's only dangerous, and nothing gets better. If you are caught and tortured, our information..."
"Damn it! Stop grinding. Because I knew why not."
As the lagoon roars, the retinue smiles bitterly.
"Don't be so sad. Soon you will be able to use your strength."
The scourge was a horse.
"At first, I didn't even think about going out myself. I thought I'd use my uncle's divorce technique to send out a proper puppet. But I, the leader of the Third Generation, have to go out on my own because I'm sure I can't be deceived by such tricks. And the risk there must be extremely high, so even the very best of us might die."
"By the way, what is the purpose of tomorrow's meeting?"
I listened quietly and asked.
"I've been waiting for you to figure it out, but you didn't tell me anything important."
"Hundred. Tomorrow our goal is to allow the Three Generations to strike a truce. At the same time, I'm recommending that the Liberty Church cease its Middle East campaign."
"... It's a little difficult, isn't it?"
I frowned. The ambiguity was expected, but it was definitely a difficult goal. The Soviet Union, with the confidence and ambition to rule the Middle Jungle Forest, was suppressed while leading to a truce of three generations! It was a matter of no matter how promising it might be.
Then telemetry said,
"The stone is already laid. Since there are thousands of Jinshan soldiers, I will achieve my goal with all my abilities."
"Mmmm!"
I suddenly remembered looking at Jegalsa.
"Jegalsa, what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Heh. That's..."
Zegalsa explained her plan with a sly smile. Then I had to make a weary face.
"Do you really want to do that?"
"Don't be silly. If we don't set a trap with the Triads, it will be more dangerous."
"Well... your head is better than mine."
Nothing could be more foolish than worrying about Zegar's plan. I glanced at Cheonwoojin, throwing myself aside.
"So you're using the natural principle to watch the rest of the conversation?"
"Yes."
"......"
I looked at the mangrove with worrying eyes. Then he smiled.
"Don't worry. Yi Chung will protect me and the priest will now bless me with alcohol. I won't die if I get distracted."
"But even so, I'm worried that I'm participating in the talks of the most dangerous people in heaven."
"Hehe! Even if you die, it's enough to keep you alive."
The hammer grabbed my hand. He said with a fierce burning eye.
"Hundred. Tomorrow I will find a vital clue in their mouths. And I will definitely come back alive."
"... Please."
Actually, I don't mean to ask. I just wanted to go instead of hopelessness. But because others are squeezing wisdom and courage to protect me as a former student, I can't say that.
Jegalsa said.
"Then get ready... Hundred of you to talk to me."
Later, I went to the vault that Zegalsa called and faced one-on-one. Jegalsa said.
"This is information I learned yesterday at dawn, but I have to talk to you about it, just in case."
"Imperial information?"
"Yes. If you hadn't studied alchemy, you wouldn't have been so useless." It must have been hard to make someone who doesn't understand alchemy remember. "
I felt something in those words. As I stared at her, she laughed and said.
"The most important ingredient in making the finest superheroes is the circulation."
"Mercury?"
"The alchemist finally spits out information. Maybe he was nervous, so he needed to discuss it with the Chamberlain and quickly produce a superhero. The Tribal Gathering is a big deal for him, too."
"You've shared key information with the viceroy. By the way, mercury is the key ingredient..."
I pondered and said to the Jegalsa:
"Mercy isn't that rare. It's not uncommon, but you can melt an injection and use it primarily for plating, and that's the key ingredient?"
It is characteristic of the transitional element, and it is unique but has the properties of flowing like liquid at room temperature. Mercy itself could not be regarded as a rare metal, so it was not thought that it was the core material of the Supreme Supernatural Being dedicated to God.
"I think it's a surprise, but there's a reason. Mercury has already been used once in the past at the Beacon Ceremony."
"Beacon Ceremony?"
When I was confused, Jegalsa slowly spoke.
"The Crown Prince (24093;) Jung Jeong (? It was the first rapture ceremony."
"......!!"
Why is the Emperor of Qin coming out now?
"Until now, I've only focused on the second time that the shaman, but I think the alchemist Saint-Germain, came east with his first meritorious ritual in mind. And Emperor Yeongdeung said he had prepared numerous preparations in his hills for massive mining of mercury, a key ingredient."
"Leuke... is that your grave?"
"If we name it, it'll be Jinxi Huang. Khh."
Zegalsa continued to tell me what was funny.
"According to him, if you change the mercury with a special technique once more, it will turn into a special alien metal that holds the power of the moon. The alien metals have the properties of liquid metals like mercury, but are completely harmless and toxic so they can be preserved inside the human body permanently. It looks like mercury, but it's a completely different element."
"Inside the human body...?"
I was surprised when I heard what Jegalsa said.
"Are you saying that the metal itself is blood?"
"Khh... You've been teaching well for a year. Do I look that noticeable?"
Zegalsa nods, impressed by something.
"Yes, the best superportraits use alien metals that transform mercury as blood. The metal can also be amplified by being subjected to the Moon's power while producing a semi-permanent force."
"......!!"
"That's why they've been looking all over for Jinxi Yellow Hills. It looks like the metal's buried in the Yellow Brick Hills. Maybe he was trying to use it as a service ceremony."
I realized what Jegalsa meant.
"Alchemist Saint Germain knows the formula for turning mercury into alien metals, but is it bothersome or difficult to make?"
"Exactly. Fuel efficiency was rubbish.It looks like he was trying to make it with the power of Crystal Stone Cost, but the result was not as good as the effort he put into it. That's why, thousands of years ago, he was trying to get back to the burial metal that he had built for the rapture ceremony."
"Hmmm..."
"If we can dig it up again, we can make it quick."
Something about the story makes sense. This explains why the imperial palace did not complete the draft of the finest earldrons easily, but did not support it for a long time. It's all theoretical, but wasn't there really not enough material to fill it in?
I told Jegalsa.
"Then we'll have to find the Jinsiyang Hills first."
"No. I've already found it at the Imperial Court."
"What?"
"It is the entrance of the ruins, but it is said to have found a cavity in the hills. Looks like the alchemist moved alone."
"......"
I felt baffled, but I realized I had no choice. In this life, we decided to suppress the imperial palace and uncover the secrets of the superheroes. Despite what Manglish and Jegalsa knew in advance, they had to let it go. The words of Jegalsa continued.
"Regardless, the imperial palace will complete a superhero in a few years. I summoned you here to teach you the mercury formula I learned from their conversation yesterday."
"Got it."
"Write it down and memorize it like crazy. Don't ever forget that."
I wrote down the alchemical ritual and formula as Zegall called it. However, there were more sheep than I thought, so it was not something I could memorize at once. When I looked down at the paper with my bored eyes, Jegalsa said.
"They refer to the transition metal as the Blood."
"Renal blood..."
"That's all for today. Get some rest. The three-way conference starts tomorrow."
As Zegalsa said, I went to the inn for a while and opened my eyes. And the next day, it became a mystery that my colleagues gathered together, and the scouts and Lee Chung Un were already gone. Since the conference itself was Jinsi, there was still time.
Cheonwoojin sneezes with his hands extended in front of him.
"Hiya!"
Woong.
Then, a different landscape appeared in the air as if walking. Cheonwoojin said, taking a short breath.
"I shared my vision with the executioner and practiced a natural skill."
"Are you saying this is the sight of the dead?"
"Yes."
In this way, we will be able to observe the appearance of the three-way conference vividly, even if we are thousands of leagues away. Soon, the local sound began to come alive, whether the spiritual arts were becoming more intense.
Jubbuck...
He was walking with a couple of people by his side. Lee Chung Un was in a state that changed his appearance with my skills, and so was his telemetry. At the end of their long walk, they arrived at a place called General Roo, located outside of Falling Yang province.
Generalissimo was not just a place of ordinary prestige, but also a place where only socially renowned nouns and officials could enter. Therefore, there were not many people and it was a quiet atmosphere, and Lee Jing Un walked up to the top floor of General Roo without speaking.
And on the top floor was a full banquet of dishes, and on the top floor was a table of seagulls. When the scourge came, he stood up and greeted him.
"Greetings, Antichrist. I am Jegalbu, the Imperial Palace Master. Today I am participating on behalf of the Imperial Court."
It was unrecognizable because the telemetry was transformed into a reciprocal technique. The network greets him with a slight bow, then looks around the throne.
"The Lord of the Twelve and the Lord of the Hundred Gospels has not arrived yet."
"He will be here soon."
The boldly persistent Jegar said.
"But you have a big wall. There are only three escorts in this great position..."
"I am confident it will end peacefully here."
"Hahaha."
The seagull smiles loudly and takes in water.
"I wish."
It was then.
Phew.
Suddenly, the air at the top of the General's floor changed, and four souls appeared in a space with nothing. I was surprised when I saw him in nature.
Space Battle?! '
That's the only explanation I know of the alcoholic arts!
As I looked into the natural world in amazement, the man standing in the middle of the suddenly appeared and said, touching his headless face.
[Has the Twelve Commandments arrived yet?]
The four who appeared here were the Soviet monks and the Patriarchs. The Soviet monk was wearing a headscarf as before, and the magicians appeared to be wearing masks of gold, foxes and black tigers, respectively.
The viceroy surrendered to the Soviet monk.
"I meet a famous monk in the world. The Lord of the Twelve is about to arrive..."
"I'm here."
"Huff!"
Suddenly, I hung up on the man and a voice flowed into the intestine. The seagull was shocked at this time.
"Then shall we begin the three-way conference?"
And on the other side of the dinner table was already twelve tables sitting with their chins bent. Unlike the other forces, he doesn't seem to have brought any escorts or allies. If he saw a technique that infiltrated without a trace, he must also be a martyr of absolute circumstance.
But there was a problem. I looked at the twelve Biblical figures and saw my forehead.
Son of a... son of a...
Yes, it is.
I thought I'd see the twelve runners stripped off this time, but this time he's wearing a white, welcoming puppy body!