Sword Whisperer

After publishing a report on Avon, Van was granted permission to stay in Pluto. Of course, it was to ensure an investigation into the 'alchemist' of decency.

If you get dizzy, you won't accept that Balagoth was involved with an alchemist conducting human experiments, but the prince has fallen. No, it was a possible war. Now the royal family was not in a position to care about the body, and that was an opportunity for Van.

"I didn't expect to see you like this."

In the iron spear. Avon smiles bitterly and looks at Van. Van lowered his head and asked in a quiet voice.

"Where is the Alchemist?"

"What kind of alchemist are you talking about?"

"…… make no more mistakes. Degradation. It can't be undone. The throne cannot be a degenerate thing."

Abon was attached to an old ghost to buy his brother's death. Even though he was forgiven in this situation, it was certainly not as much as the throne that awaited him.

So, Van's position had to be more incomprehensible. Avon is ambitious, but he is not a man who knows how to calculate. What could he have done for such a risky adventure?

"Did you intend to turn the kingdom upside down by making a bioweapon?"

"Biological weapons...? Ha, ha, ha. Hahahahaha."

When Van's question was asked, Avon made a face that he did not know English for a moment, then he made a smile that he soon understood. He shook his head. In the meantime, there was a smile on his mouth that seemed to be pleasant and unbearable.

"Is there any way you could do something like that?"

"… then what did you do with the alchemist?"

"I wanted to have you once. No, actually, I still want it. The guardians of Sunwoo were always coveted by the royal family. If I could have you..... maybe the flow of destiny will also come back to me. But Van, you ended up standing next to your brother."

"I'm sorry I didn't respond favourably. Degradation."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You never imagined that would happen, did you? You had to stand by your brother, and I wanted to interrupt him somehow, so it wasn't my brother who took you away from me."

Van felt a strange feeling in the appearance of Avon discussing destiny. Avon looked at the class and asked.

"What would you do if fate stood in your way?"

"…… I will cut my destiny and jump."

"Then you are with me at last."

"It must be a question of how you tried to cut it off. I'm not interested in the world of sacrificing a little girl."

"But you closed your eyes to the sacrifices of so many revolutionaries?"

It's different from that. The death of the Revolutionary Army was voluntary, and Ezel's sacrifice is objective. But Van could not say with my mouth that the death of the Revolutionary Army was a risky death. He didn't deserve it.

"What if it wasn't a bioweapon? What are you doing with that alchemist? Knowing exactly what you did, did you make such a reckless solicitation?"

"I have a lot of questions."

Avon did not react as it was in Van's heat. He asked in an exhausted voice somewhere, and even superstitious.

"What about you?"

"…… he is recovering.

"You're still in bad shape."

Avon's murmuring looked like he had lost one of the last remaining hopes in the world, so he was in a moment when he was not really a pleural plexus. Perhaps, perhaps, the Emperor has cursed Zacharim in all these divisive and exquisite times?

….. However, it was still clear what Van had to do. Van asked again.

"Is the Alchemist in Pluto?"

It was strange. Zacharim fell, and all the royal troops were searching the royal area in the name of seeking the 'Pleiades'. Nevertheless, there was no sign of an alchemist. In fact, he was frozen to the point of being somewhere else.

It was a precious moment. However, Avon still shakes his head with a stubborn face.

"I don't know anything."

In the end, Van couldn't get an answer.

Abon leaves the prison behind, and Van finds Lucas. In the face of a long-standing royal crisis, the Royal Knights were searching for Pluto more busily than ever. But no matter how much they looked around, they still couldn't find an alchemist.

"..... That's strange. Did Avon really have something to do with that alchemist? No, I don't think he's hiding in the citadel, though. I've searched every place a person can hide. But I don't see any alchemists anywhere."

"I searched every place a man could live in hiding..."

Van quietly chewed on the horse. Something bothered me. Van asked Lucas.

"Then what about the place where people don't live?"

"A place where people can't live...?"

"A place where you can't even look if you're dizzy."

"Well, there is a royal warehouse, but there is always a warehousekeeper in charge of it, so that's not going to happen…… and the royal palace where His Majesty and His Majesty and the Queen live has so many maidens that they can't live secretly…… so it's not possible either."

"Then, there is no place in Pluto where you can't see the most, but you can't live?"

"…… where is the most out of sight?"

Lucas pondered for a moment with his eyes on the sunset. I remembered a number of places. A laundry room with a mistress who is rumored to be awkward, a desert garden that stops her nose from smelling fertilizer even if she passes nearby, a royal palace...

Wangleung.

"...... Wang Leung?"

Lucas mutters like that and looks back at Van. They saw the last sunlight on each other's faces slowly disappear.

I realized the right answer.

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Head to Wang Lung. The alchemist is there. After Lucas' command fell, the royal knights who were searching for Pluto pursued Lucas and Van running in unison. Royal Leung was originally not allowed to enter except for members of the royal family, but there was no way of feeding such rules in this situation.

Buried by many kings and their families, the royal rhythm became obsessive at once. There was no one to open their mouths, but the rattling sound of their feet echoed as if they were thunderbolts.

'.... Was it here.'

Upon hearing Lucas' story, Van thought there would be no better place to hide than the Royale. And the idea seemed right. Lucas frowns.

"What the hell did you do...?"

It was about time they stepped on the royal ledge. They felt that the air of this royal ledge had changed something.

'It's like night.'

Something should not have happened. I felt the contrary rule squealing and screaming. If they were not able to handle the girth, they would have vomited and rolled over the ground because of the disguise.

It was then. A loud voice began to ring.

"…… you're just in time. Knights."

The Knights' feet stopped. But instead, another footsteps began to move. Twenty-five footsteps. Twenty-four is rib disease. And the other one…….

"Every one of you, Potter?"

Lucas grabbed the knife and said, Gada Porter quietly raised her palms as she looked at Lucas.

"You don't need a knife. I don't intend to fight."

"Then what have these monsters set up for?"

"Would it have been less intimidating to put it in the ground?"

"Where is Ezekiel?"

It was then. Van interrupted the conversation between the two. Some might say it's unwise to be obsessed with one child in this critical situation, but it didn't matter. Van is not trying to be a wise man. To be the one to do what needs to be done.

"... Ezekiel. I heard that Citadel's prosecutors have taken care of him. But it's too late."

"You better not talk like the rest of us. I shouldn't be late. If it's too late, your neck won't stay intact."

"Would you like to see her?"

Before even hearing Van's answer, Mada moved her rib disease. After a while, the rib soldiers slowly sat in the chair next to Mada, carrying two women. One is Ezel. And the other one was a face he didn't know.

Van looked at Ezel for the first time and set his mind on it for a moment. There seemed to be nothing wrong with it. But it didn't take long to realize it was an illusion. Ezekiel was looking so vivid that he wanted to go too far. Van takes a step between ribs instead of hesitating. Even if these twenty-four are thrown at the same time, one of his collars cannot be touched properly. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"Ezel"

"......."

"Ezel?"

Ezekiel didn't answer. Ezel didn't look at Van. It was like an empty shell, just breathing instinctively. Van looked down silently at Ezekiel for a long time and soon looked back at Mada.

"…… you look terrified."

"What did you do to Ezekiel?"

"She did what she wanted."

Mada calmly replied. Even though Van's heartfelt life was as terrible as tearing him apart in no time, he was not afraid. Death could not shake him. That was only possible for life.

"She was tired of living in a hopeless future. I wanted to let it all go, and I let it go..... Maybe you should look at this body, not that body. The child's soul, no, it was..... now that it's in here."

"…… what?"

"It's simple. To summon a soul, you need a bowl of soul. I was looking for the owner of a tragic life who was willing to clean my bowl…… Ezekiel was just the right kid. The soul was emptied, and it moved into this body."

Van looked at the woman who was sitting next to Mada because she was dumbfounded by her words. The invisible eyes of the soul, which contained nothing in the face I had never seen before, were staring at half. Mada looked back at the two of them and said in an idle voice:

"Isn't it a problem that philosophers like? Which one is Ezekiel? No, not either of them, actually? So where is she now?"

"…… you."

Van was evil at it.

"Nur......!"

Van didn't pull the knife. I didn't even have to draw. The energy emanating from his body cut off the earth and cut off the pillars. The coffin containing the corpses of the royal family began to split without any circumstance, and Mada's rib soldiers flew reflexibly forward. But it was meaningless. They tore this place apart just by facing the half-breed.

Cardiology. From the prosecutor's point of view, it was a scene to flip the eye, but Lucas sweated cold instead of admiring it. I wanted to die before I even interrogated Mada properly. I thought about how to stop that anger, but Lucas saw something strange.

Because of Van's attitude, the coffin beside Mada was halfway collapsed. But it was strange. The corpse in the coffin seems to be so lively as a living person....

Lucas' eyes moved. Even in the scattered stone powder and armor fragment of the rib disease, his eyes are stuck exactly where he wants them to be. It was the name on the coffin.

Hagan.

'Hagan.....?'

It can't be there. His death was already twenty years old. By the way, that corpse is still in good shape.

I felt horrible on Lucas' back. However, it was already too late at the time. Even before the crisis of life, Mada retreated a step back, and Lucas realized that there was a strange pattern underneath where Mada was continuing to step.

It was D'Maffo's space camp. Lucas questioned. Pluto is a place where space technology is blocked.Why is there something like that? I don't know, but I was as sure as one.

Something is about to happen.

We have to stop it.

Lucas' Shortsword moved. It was a very quick and accurate judgment from instinct.

It was not enough.

Charlna's moment. Blinking space. Ripped rib disease, half of it, and even before that, a delicate Dalai Potter. In front of a lost girl, an immortal woman, and the corpse of an immortal royal family,

The night has come.

And at that moment, everything stopped. A half-wave of energy, a falling piece of stone, a sword of Lucas.

It's like I'm not going to let anything move anymore. A dull colored ghost stands on top of the spatial faction…… Hagan slowly looks around. He looks around with a relaxed expression. Then I looked at my body in a half-destroyed coffin and laughed.

[Was it sleepy.....]

It was a voice that was unique to ghosts. Everyone killed their breath. I thought I should. Without that ghost's order, such vague anxiety began to dominate everyone.

"Move."

Van grabs the knife. The body did not move, but the hand holding the knife twitched and tried to move somehow.

I walked all over the knife. I trained a knife to cut everything in this world. Without being bound by the notion, to look beyond that…… he had to go through a lot of lavatories. Even construction couldn't tie his hands. Even if anyone had the power to command everything in the world, even if his soul was held in the hands of someone else,

Even so..... as much as the knife in his hand, it should always be his.

The law and the law are confronted. The area and the area are struck. The sound of the world warping began to burst into tears, and Hagan turned his head to unexpected developments, and he said,

Cutting across the world, he confronted the sword of the coming prosecutor.