Amcheon Township
The prophet looked like nothing had changed in the first place. It must be because the ancient species live for tens of thousands of years. He looked at me with strange eyes and said:
[Deal...?]
"Yes. First of all..."
I said, clearing my head.
"Lend me a weapon in the Tower of the Flawless!"
I said, the prophet was silent for a while. Then he spoke back as if he knew something.
How much do you know about our weapons?]
"I honestly don't know. I've never used it properly. But I know it's a powerful weapon that might work on [Old Master] as well."
[What are you going to use it for...?]
I spoke to the prophet about [Ultimate Portrait], who was about to be completed in the imperial palace soon. The prophet felt a tentacle and was quite interesting to hear. I was speaking after giving you a rough idea.
"I don't have the strength to get that portrait. You need a weapon in the Tower of the Spear to unravel the orchid that is intertwined with the Platinum, Twelve, and the Imperial Palace."
[Yes... Do you know what the ultimate superhero is...?]
"Huh?"
What else could it be?
But the prophet seemed to be thinking of a different answer, so I said with my knowledge of alchemy.
"I've heard... that the ultimate portrait is at the same time the ultimate artificial life, Hormunklaus. It's a prototype made in the West with the arms of the East. This Hermes whatever-is the first concept I invented, and I'm going to use it to offer the ultimate sacrifice to God."
[You must know a lot about Alchemy...]
The muttering prophet said.
[Reaching directly into God's cause... If we can pay you enough, we can temporarily transfer the power of the weapon to you, but we are also at great risk. What will you give us in return?]
"I'll give you this!!"
Swook
I gave him a copy of the book as soon as I finished speaking. Then the prophet was quite surprised.
This is the Nine-sex Temple.]
"I think that's worth a disposable rental."
[Hmmm… wait…]
"What?"
Suddenly, the prophet floated a fucking circle over my head. The circle trembles for a moment, making a sound of cheering. And after a while, the prophet said,
[I've been to a faction meeting... and I've decided to lend you the right to use the weapon.]
"What about the circle?"
[It makes it possible for us to communicate instantaneously, no matter how far away we are... even if it is 100 million light years away.]
What's a light-year? Anyway, I was curious because it seemed important.
"Can you sell that circle to me? I'll pay you well."
[This is magic, not an object... The ability to trigger the horn of a monster traveling at the speed of light... It can only be used by our kind. We can't teach others...]
"Tsk..."
I grumbled for a moment and said.
"The deal's not done yet."
[Tell me...]
Swook
I showed the prophet the Obsidian on the palm of my hand.
"In the past, I have obtained a method of transferring memories to Obsidian through transactions with you."
So?]
"But obsidian is too small and inefficient. So either let me master this technique perfectly or teach me the alien metal alchemical formula that is memory-efficient!"
[......]
The prophet rolls his eyes and rebukes.
[Somehow... it's just hard to listen to every request... It seems like you've been dealing with me for a long time...]
"It's been a while."
[If you teach alchemy, will you be able to make metal from earth...?]
I nodded and said.
"I hear you've left quite a lot of memory transfer metal in other ancient ruins, including the attacks? And if you look at it, it's not an alien airborne, it's a combination of minerals from the Earth."
[Oh... is that what you think...?]
"Well, sort of."
To be precise, this was Jegalsa's guess. Zegalsa not only found silver beacon sulfur, which is the artifact of exploitation, but also found other transmission metals in the literature, and concluded that it could be cast using alchemy on the ground. The prophet said, shaking his tentacle.
[Yes... it's possible... But at a human level... I can't let you get distracted... But I can teach you if you want.]
"You can't make me dizzy?"
[Your Alchemy level is so low... You'll have to interpret it for a hundred years...]
"Well, that's fine. You said it was forbidden to bring the memory transfer metal directly from the Nature anyway. So teach me how to make an alchemy."
[Fine... pay me...]
I took out the things I had prepared in advance. It was the hide of the beast, the inside of the fulcrum, and the black-and-white Soviet Union. The prophet, who was taking a good look at the goods, nodded.
[This will be a close encounter… Got it. Take this.]
Swoop
The prophet throws a round sphere. I caught the crystal sphere () in the air, and the crystal sphere flashed a silver light at that moment, sending me a memory.
Pa 'at
"......!!"
Extremely fast transmission speed!
I couldn't help but feel it. Compared to how I normally transfer memories using Obsidian techniques, there was a speed difference between Junma and Turtle levels. Originally, even complex memories that would not be able to contain all because of insufficient capacity were understood at once. The prophet said, after all the alchemy ceremonies came into my mind.
[Is there anything more to trade...?]
"Wait. This crystal is alien material, too, and you're giving it to me?"
[Yes... I am a good guest, so please use it as a token of my appreciation... Of course it's disposable...]
Why would he take care of you?
I had no choice but to look with suspicion rather than gratitude. He would, too, because he was a man who gave me what I deserved. But I kept saying it because nothing changed when I doubted.
"Um... I have a question about the Living Old Lady's Court."
Clearly, the question Jegalsa directed me was this. Even if all the previous suggestions were not accepted, it was Jegalsa's order to ask only this question.
Hmph!
The prophet was noticeably shaken. And then he said,
[The ex-wife is curious about the court... It seems there's been quite a bit of talk.]
"What are you talking about?"
[Wonder what...?]
I nodded and said.
"The Soviet monk on the ground is making every effort to get the law together. It is because of the belief that after collecting the laws, vacuum incense occurs, but I have heard that collecting all the laws is impossible."
The prophet lightly confirmed.
[... definitely not possible. Not only Emperor Oze, but anyone else...]
"What is a court of law? Why can't you collect them all, and what happens when they do?"
[......]
The prophet remained silent and said.
[There's a very big bowl...]
The prophet hurriedly brought out the groaning words.
[The law of the Liveless Old Age is the only possibility that, to be precise, many endings can be made null.]
"What!"
I screamed.
Are you telling me it was real? The Vacuum Incense the Soviet Church was pursuing was a real solution? Until now, I was surprised to think that the word of the Baptist was false and might be miraculous.
"Th-then Vacuum Incense really disappears and creates a peaceful world..."
[No, it's not such a convenient concept... it must be a song.] You humans are stupid, dumb creatures who only see what they want to see...]
The prophet firmly denied it.
[But... I can tell you one thing for sure.]
"What?"
[All [former rulers] now know the existence of the law... and in some ways care more than the liberation of the Qingyogi... so if there is an [old ruler] who holds the law, the law can never be the subject of the transaction...]
"......!!"
All the old lords know the existence of the Council?
And what do you mean, you can't be the subject of the deal?
I was confused for a moment, but soon I realized what the prophet meant.
"Chilyo may have traded with the old ruler, but the law is impossible!" '
Then it's a really big difficulty. I said it out of control.
"Wait, so even if [old ruler] has the law, in order to get it..."
Face to face with [Old Master] and defeat him. It will be a dreadful duel because it must defeat the body directly in the residential world, not in the incarnation.]
"......"
Of course, I dream of defeating the old ruler one day. However, it was absurd to hear that the difficulty of getting a court is the same as my ultimate ideal. What the hell is a court of law that we have to fight God to get?
I asked calmly.
"Well..."
At that time, the prophet said, shaking his tentacle.
[That's all for the trailer...]
"Huh?"
[Pay the price if you want more information...]
Ugh... Make me curious and then pay for it!
I rummaged through my armor for anxiety. Then you see a lot of treasure, but chaos in your head.
'With these treasures, you'll have an advantage in battle over the hills.'
Sacrificing the treasure now will give you a big clue, but it will be disadvantageous in the battle of Leisure. Because the rest of the treasure was practical and precious, we need to equip our colleagues.
Especially the urethral muramasa, the White Priory, the Dual Gout, and the Cephaloid Gate, etc. were not easily delivered. I was troubled to think about the telescopes equipped with the Three Kingdoms Gate, the power of Cheonwoojin using a black horse and white horse using Muramasa. It is because excellent people become very strong when they use excellent equipment. However, the Anonymous Priest is a great book that greatly amplifies the power of the Jegalsa and cannot be removed.
I hesitated a lot and the prophet shook his tentacle even more.
[shout...]
"What?"
Wheyrik. Wheyrik.
[Scream... Scream... Where can I go to hear such high-end information...]
"......!!"
[If it were me, I would... lose...]
"Vee, damn it!!"
I was overwhelmed with worry. I can't believe he's encouraging me!
I've been thinking about getting out of here for a while, but somehow he's holding on to the atmosphere like he's only got one shot. In fact, it was the current prophet who concentrated his strength to ignore the appeal.
"He doesn't care if the world dies or not, and he's trying to rip me off with one more...!" '
I can't help it. I picked up the Sundanese phrase in my arms and contacted Jegalsa. And I communicated to Jegalsa what had happened so far.
Zegalsa said as if it were natural.
[There's no need to worry. Give it all.]
[What?]
[Legal information is information that must be obtained one day. I don't care if it's now or never. Also, don't be greedy, you can survive against three generations without treasure.]
Ugh... okay.]
I felt greatly regretful, but I had no choice but to take out Muramasa and the White Priory of the urethra and deliver it to the prophet.
"Here."
[Insufficient...]
"Dammit. Add a double-edged sword..."
[Insufficient...]
"... the Three Kingdoms Gate."
[It's a little... inadequate...]
I yelled in anger.
"Aren't you a little greedy?! The Three Musketeers and the Three Musketeers are the best!"
[Court information is worth that much...]
"Oh, shit! I'm a regular. Can you give me a discount?"
[You may be a regular yourself... but I'm seeing you for the first time today... Don't tell me you're a regular...]
The prophet said so, shaking his tentacles.
[Hmm... But let me take a look... Good... I'll take this.]
"......"
I seem to have taken great care of it, but I'm practically all the treasure I could use right now. With this, I had only one demand for the moon and the United States of America. The prophet began to talk about the information of the court as he was shaking his hands in horror.
The law... is the product of a miracle made at the end of an astronomical coincidence.]
"A miracle?"
[I don't know the details... but it was a book on Bondi... and it was torn into six pieces and scattered throughout the heavenly world... that's what happened a thousand years ago.]
I listened to him, and I folded my arms.
"So when all the laws come together, it's a book of mourning? What's the name of that book?"
[I don't know that... I don't even know if it's true... It's only Dalma who's been court-martialed...]
Dalma.
Mad Madosa, an aide of the Bavarian Church.
The prophet said when I repented his name in my mind.
[It was the [old ruler] who tore the law apart... and the fact that it manifested more than a second on the face of the earth brought disaster to the whole world... that brought about the participation of the Emperor Oze...]
"What?"
The prophet chuckles.
[Yes... a thousand years ago... the Vailian monk Dalma... was killed by the will of all the old rulers.] I looked around, too... but it was spectacular.]