Seoul Station Druid

The Moslem Blind Basin collapsed and was absorbed into Mamon territory.

The Muslims who surrendered their territory unconditionally formed the last line of retreat, which, unfortunately, was the Hamish realm.

Where the first blood dread began.

500 Muslim swordsmen gathered in front of Hamuta Village are famous for their single sword.

During the Temporary Onslaught, the middleman cried out in surprise.

"What?"

"W-wait, if you don't go right now, the Bunthai are in danger."

The rushed messenger continues to report as if he didn't have enough time to breathe.

"I think the Lord needs to hurry."

"Hmm."

How did you know he'd come here unannounced? If the Southern Imperial Palace hadn't installed and monitored a burst in the Realm portal, they wouldn't have even known we were here.

"What about the group?"

"It was a war zone."

The main characters who caused the bloodshed fell into line this time.

Applause and Dangjin Cheol.

The Night of the Dead and a little boy.

"A girl and an old lady were added to it. The girl confirmed that it was a ceremony at the Celestial Hall."

He said he was a disciple of Apipa, and he seems to be hanging out with the herd after his father.

"What about the elderly?"

"I don't know. I've never seen him before."

"I've never seen you before...."

"I think he's important in blood, too. Even the blood respected the elderly."

"Hmm."

I thought of meditation.

I couldn't be beaten even by a single hematoma.

I think I can get enough supplies for the Mamon Chief heat on my own, but I brought you a Master.

"Bloodline rage...."

The midwife read the symptoms of the hematoma.

‘The blood bridge is strong. Don't you dare. ’

Perhaps that's what the Blood Horse wishes to convey.

"My lord, you must go."

"Copy that. Recruit the detachment."

"Respect!"

The mediator summons the masters and prepares to leave in a hurry.

When the Mamon chieftain dies, he will swiftly attack and reclaim his territory. In the middle of that war, the elite who will become strong in the struggle will grow up to be the masters of the blind.

It's time and opportunity to fill the void of the missing elite.

The mediator hurries toward the blow that the hematoma is waiting for.

*

The Southern Imperial Realm is in chaos.

When I emptied the guest glass and saw the kitchen there, the boarder was amazed.

"It's been a long time."

"Mom, this is outdated. The latest from the brazier."

"Don't you even have a stove here?"

"Gastranquilizer?"

"Come on. Try some firewood."

Dangcheol, who was waiting outside at the inn's request, passed it on to the Muslim Blind Bladers.

"Firewood."

"……."

The Bladers grumble as they look at the missing Dangcheol, leaving only a short note.

"They ignore us, even the underlings, due to the abundance of blood."

"It's not possible. Let's go get it."

The two Bladers hurriedly brought the firewood and started a fire in the kitchen.

"What kind of chicken do you have?"

Dangjin Cheol, who understood what Lee Sook said, translated for the Bladers.

"He wants a chicken."

"……."

Now you want me to hunt?

Dangcheol grinned as a disgraced unarmed man made an impression.

"Isn't that what you're asking me to do? If you catch him, we'll eat together. Unimpress him. He's a good cook."

"Well, good."

A few unmanned men go out again to hunt wild chickens, pluck and wash their hair.

"It's been a while since I've seen a cauldron."

Lee Sook married me on a young day, and the hardships made me smile as a memory.

It was a very uncomfortable kitchen at the time, but I can't think of anything more frustrating.

Bubbling.

Since the chicken is being boiled and given or received, the initial precaution is quite deteriorating as we speak.

"No, so you're the only descendant of the tetrarch?"

"You mean this. I see you still don't know your history."

"The small amount of grain is from Songsheng tax in Hanam. You will be my father."

"Oh, isn't Hanamson famous? I see a handful of soju here."

"Phew, no. There are three older brothers above me. That's why I have enemies."

If he is the fourth son, he is far from the hereditary sphere unless he is distinguished. I'd rather earn and get promoted in the Muslim blind.

To covet power rather than to covet it is ironically the quickest way to gain power.

In that sense, Son Young-moo is lucky.

"Are many blind men going with you to this secret?"

"Aye. Preparing for a massive counterattack."

"That must have been some struggle."

"Of course."

His eyes sparkled with anticipation.

That's why I followed Dangjin Railroad's protection.

On Earth, he is incapable of struggle, so growth stops and there is no progress. I wanted to achieve more than a superb peak even if I didn't get this chance.

It used to be like a dream of a great master, but it didn't look that hard to see their men growing up with a guardian.

"Here we go. This is Fur Guard."

"Yes, ma'am."

During the boiling of the chicken, Dangcheol flew the chicken with a bunch of illiterate fighters.

"Oh, Samgyang!"

The guardian sat on the first floor and was welcomed with a bowl.

"Hey, eat up."

Seven blind martial artists each received a bowl, but Dangcheol proudly said.

"Comrades, it is an honor."

Dangcheol grinned and rubbed his shoulder.

"This is the best night's sleep of the flour seed Sega."

"What are you babbling about? Eat the chicken."

"Yes, Mom."

I sat down and pulled out a chicken leg in a bowl.

Without prey, it is cooked well and must be wild.

It smells good too.

"Wow, I've never tasted such delicious meat."

Dangcheol smiled as he saw the tasty tasting of the martial artists.

"Haha, I want to show you the taste of Earth's Chicken from your astonishment."

"What is chicken?"

"It's fried chicken, but it tastes incredible. Come back to Earth sometime."

"I'd be happy to invite you."

"But why don't you eat?"

Dangjin Cheol asked as he glanced at Lee Sook gladly.

"Mom, why aren't you eating?"

"I rolled it while I was learning to talk. Short speech."

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I don't think so. Eat a lot."

Dangcheol nods, eating, and tilts his head.

"Could it be poison?"

"Huh? What do you mean by that, sugar?"

"Oh, no. We're the best. We're the best."

"……?"

The chopsticks of the Bladers paused.

Poison?

The blood horse and his men are eating too well to be suspicious.

"Well, I don't know what's on my mind."

"Yeah, I feel a little bit."

Unlike their reactions, the aesthetics were very satisfying.

Attentive Tribute

Food for serving warriors before the battle. I have courage and strength.

This food is not just empty words that empower us.

Strength +2.

Time Left 1: 59: 55

I got a buff that lasted for two hours.

"Aunt, when did you learn to cook?"

"What are you learning? It's all in the hands."

A boarder who used to be a good cook.

Would ‘Cooking’ be an Awakening Skill if I were mistaken?

Her job, defined by the Memory Stone, is also a ‘chef’.

Another Awakening Skill, Poisonous Substance Manufacturing, is probably due to large-scale insect poisoning that provided a cause of Awakening.

"Why isn't the guide coming when we've finished eating?"

You promised me the lives of ten Mamon chieftains.

I can give you an extra five with a bonus.

The Guardian plans to kill fifteen, but the reinforced Muslim blindness does not stop there and is preparing for a counter attack.

"The Lord has arrived."

A group of guards steps out and sees a middle-aged beggar leading 500 masters.

He walks down the aisle and surrenders.

"A temporary Muslim oathbringer to see you."

"Well, there's a lot of guides."

"I beg of you, please allow me to defeat the Tidebringers on the way." "

"……."

The guard strokes his chin.

Just fly around and pick up underwater supplies like a hawk. It'll be over in a day.

If we drag them all away, we'll have that much time.

"Fine. I won't wait for the dropout." "

"You mean this."

"Then let's go. Guide me."

"Yep."

This is the place where the Mediterranean dog was headed. This is the place where the sacred Buddhist monastery was taken.

A memorial stone of proof that is only left in the world.

It is the ‘Eye of History’.

The area had to be reclaimed before it could be recognized as a formal Muslim blind spot.

"Let's go."

The guard steps forward willingly, followed by the group and the blind.

*

Vice President of the Protection Guild.

After opening the hotel on behalf of the president who was not there, Kim Mi Seo was monopolized in the Vice President's office with Chief of Staff Lee, Iso Jin.

"How are the new recruits?"

"Everyone's new to patterns. They're good at it."

I was a professional scout.

The Protection Guild is everyone's dream workplace right now.

The reason is not only because it gives citizenship to employees and their families.

There are two ways to live in one of the safest cities in the world.

Be part of a Protection Guild or stay in a Protection Hotel.

"Are there any particular troublemakers?"

"There are some sauces for journalists."

"Leave it alone. I mean, none of them are bothering anyone with confidentiality, right?"

"You can't touch it."

"Keep the children who are not young. We'll use it as an example later."

"Yes, I'll check the key figures."

Kim Mi Soo who values talent.

The traitor will not be tolerated.

Even if only a few of you get kicked out of Defence City, the existing steps will awaken.

Defensive Citizenship is said to be more difficult to win than U.S. citizenship.

"But I think I'll live with a little more manpower."

"I see."

Kim smiled for a long time.

On a daily basis from 1 to 100, she looked at her hands, and now she's put experienced talent in the right place.

It's time to focus on mercenaries managing talent rather than her practical skills.

The foundation of the system for rolling Suhocity is uncovered, so if you manage it well, it will transform enormously on your own.

You just need to read, pay for, or direct improvements from each department.

Of course, it was a lot of work, but it was more elegant than before.

"Oh, and some of the networks in Taipei are connected."

Already?

"Looks like it's been restored since the Internet. Would you like to take a look?"

"Give it to me."

Kim Mi-suh, who handed over the tablet, nodded, looking at the various materials and photos from the Taipei realization.

Thanks to your protection, you managed to hunt down the Rich King and the Vampire nobles and find peace in the city, but only for a moment.

External monsters who were not approached by the existence of death felt their void and rushed into the city.

"Hmm? This picture."

Kim Mi-suh was happy to see a picture on the internet.

There is a monk with a spear in the lead of a group of people who are playing a war with Orcs.

"You're eager, Director Myeongjin."

"You already have a nickname."

"What did he call you?"

"Korea Town Hall."

"The canal...."

Kim smiled slightly.

My father-in-law, come back from cleaning up Taiwan.

You frowned at the breaking news message as you tried to cover the tablet while praying for Myeongjin's safe return.

"Locusts?"

"Yes?"

"Look at this."

Kim Mi-san posted the article on his tablet.

South Korea's best food plantations, not monsters, were under the Defense Department's patronage and were affected by locusts.

"An owl…."

In the wake of the disappearance of the disaster, Mania Kim Mi from the tribal area trembled.

This is my problem, isn't it?

This is the heavenly revelation.