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I was a mannequin in a department store in Gangnam.

“Great. Perfect. Angry to you. ”

Maden asks Eugene, who is playing the role of Mannequin B.

“I think I saw it in DDP Fashion Week. ”

“What about you, kid? ”

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and said,

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. I think it fits. It's a little overwhelming, don't you think? ”

Maden has a forehead.

“Never mind. What do I want with a fashion confessor? ”

The dress of me and the oil painting was different between 30 minutes.

He wasn't wearing a hard suit, he was wearing a beautiful dress.

I was dressed so glamorously that I said, "Go away, Idol."

I think the clothes I wore before are better.

This dress is too burdensome.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Looking next to him, he is also looking at his outfit with a shivering expression.

"I think the suit is more refined and pretty. It seemed to be written.

“What do you think of that lady over there? ”

Maiden talks to the shopkeeper. The cashier who was observing us around replied.

“I think it's the best coordinator that reflects 120% of this year's trends. Maden Cristines. I was impressed.”

Maiden's jaw goes up.

“This is a normal person's reaction. All right, you fashionistas. ”

Maiden clenches her tongue with a flick of her finger.

“Even if it is a fashion confessor. ”

I was still puzzled.

You have to trust what the clerk says. You're the kind of people who want to wrap up clothes that don't look good for them.

· · · · · · After this happens, we can only accept the opinions of third parties who can make a fair assessment.

Cock-

I took a picture of myself beyond the mirror.

“Do what?”

“Let me ask my friends. Does it go well?”

“That's a good idea. ”

“Ah. I should try it too. ”

Whether he was going to consult with his friends, he took a picture of himself.

Maiden folds her arms with a confident smile.

I am your master and disciples!] posted a photo to a chatbag.

[Attach photo]

[What does this look like?]

The reaction was like a knife.

[Xinjia: Wow! What is that outfit, your ancestor? It looks great on you!]

[Haeshyeon: Awesome! I can feel it.]

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Really? Is that it?]

[Xinjia: Yes! It looks like this color palette could use an update to help your face stand out. Plus, tons of tons! You should start wearing them like this.]

[Haeshyeon: This is not your choice of clothes, right?]

No, it's true.

[... why would you think that?]

[Haeshyeon: That's right, the Bible is your black lover. Who picked it out for you?]

Black faggot.

Assassins.

· · · · · I see. That's what it looked like around here.

Looking at me next to him, he was also dazzled.

I told my friends, "Why are you dressed like that when you're a suit lover? Do you have a boyfriend? Where are you gonna get married? ’It is the face I heard.

“What do your friends say? ”

Looking at me like that, Maden said, dying.

“· · · · · · It looks good on you. ”

“Again? Didn't you ask me who picked it out? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

How did you know?

“Anyway, you know what? You're a fashion snitch. ”

“· · · · · · · Example. ”

Seeing Jia and the demonstration react so dramatically, I probably didn't wear much clothes.

“Good. If you understand, let's go to the next store. ”

Maden gives the card to the cashier and says,

“Yes?”

Me and Yoo-Hwa opened their eyes and asked again.

“Isn't it over? ”

“Sis, you could have bought one each. ”

Then Maden snorts.

“If I look at your sense, I feel relieved to prepare at least 4-5 pieces. That way you'll have plenty of room. ”

Maden smiles like a mother to her ugly daughter and son.

* * *

That's about five hours.

We did our best to serve as mannequins for Maiden Cristines.

“Great. Perfect. ”

We are sitting in a restaurant for dinner when we are done with our hair.

“It's better if people do that from the beginning. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I don't think I can do this anymore because I'm tired.

“Especially you, kid. Dressing like that in that mask is a sin. You know?”

“· · · · · · · Example. ”

I decided to go easy on him.

I've been following you for five hours, and I know it very well. I just got dressed and changed my hair, and people looked at me differently.

A body trained in the extreme training of Lake Pidgin with a mask so great that it's untouchable.

Adding Maiden Cristines' touch to it, it literally creates an explosive synergy.

If I'd been out there alone today, I'd have been dashed by at least 10 women.

No, really.

There were at least 10 people shooting heart rays in the eye, not self-indulgence.

“Anyway, he's a supernatural person. I want you to pay attention to this kind of fashion, not just equipment. ”

Maden gives me a light smile, handing me a steak.

“Especially you, kid. You get some rest. When I heard about Jinho, he was just a training machine. ”

“I'm doing it because I like it. ”

Apparently, Maden was on the same team as Instructor Pidgin.

“Boy, you. Do you have any hobbies? ”

“Hobbies · · · · · · · · · ·. Not really.”

“Seen a movie recently. Did you ever hang out with anyone? ”

“I don't think that's there either. ”

I got distracted on my day off, and I did things like train, or I did plans to minimize the variables afterwards.

“· · · · · · Yes. ”

Maiden looked at me with eyes filled with grief.

Then, he made short eye contact with the emulsion, then looked back at me and said.

“Let's eat. It's 7: 00. ”

“Ah. Yep. ”

My reservation with the Korean Association of Black Smith was set for 7: 00.

* * *

At 6 p.m., after a quick dinner, we were on our way to Black Smith Korea HQ in Maden's car.

“By the way, what happened to the ancient artifact? ”

I was distracted and forgot the most important thing.

Maden looks over the rearview mirror and says,

“Well, that went well. It's locked away in the trunk. ”

“This trunk? ”

“Yeah. I brought it back for you later. Why? You want to know what it contains? ”

Maden turns the drive into an automated drive, then turns around and looks at me.

I'm smiling playfully.

I feel like I won't tell you even if I ask you something.

“· · · · · · I wonder. ”

But I couldn't help but wonder. An ancient artifact of some kind. How many artifacts are there?

I was too concerned.

“Don't know.”

Just in case, it was.

Maden smiles and says,

“Phew. It's no fun to give notice. ”

Maiden reaches out her hand and grins, her head shaking.

Her wrist smells of fragrant perfume, burning with body temperature.

“What equipment should I commission Black Smith for now?" Keep that in mind. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes. ”

We ran for about 30 minutes and arrived at the Black Smith South Korean station.

“Welcome. ”

I was escorted to the very heart of the building by an employee.

I thought you were going to an office or a boarding room. Why a workshop?

“He's waiting in here. ”

“Thank you.”

Maiden waves a small hand.

After a small burial, the employee returned to his original place.

Knock-knock.

“Ouch. You're going in? ”

Maiden opens the door without waiting for an answer.

The moment I opened the door, the warm air inside touched my face. Extremely hot heat in the furnace.

Bam-bam-bam-

In that hot room, an old man was tapping the iron.

He was an elderly gentleman with gray hair tied together and a neat white beard.

“You still have no manners. ”

The old man said jealously without turning his eyes.

The sound of bang, bang, iron and iron colliding rhythmically rang.

“There's something else going on between us. ”

“What's our relationship? ”

“Like father and daughter? ”

“What a fucking rich woman. ”

The old man snorted.

“Just wait a little longer, anyway. We're almost done. Go to the office and eat something. ”

“Yes.”

Maiden replied dry.

However, Maden does not seem to have any intention of leaving this workshop.

I just look at the old man tapping iron with his dazzling eyes.

I looked at the old man dazed. It was a plain hammer that was neither glamorous nor strange, but I couldn't take my eyes off it for some reason.

“Pretty cool, huh?"

Maden said she was jealous.

“My baby. He's the best in the world. ”

Maiden's eyes are filled with unseen goodwill.

“You're a full-time senior. ”

The emulsion next to me whispered in my ear.

“· · · · · · · · ”

The best blacksmith in China.

That's him.

In the original, the name was mentioned several times, but there was no direct appearance.

Apparently, he's connected to Maiden Cristines.

“Are you · · · · · · · · · Chinese? ”

“Of course.”

“You speak Korean really well. ”

“You speak all the basic languages. He's a hobby of mine. ”

“· · · · · · · · Ooh. ”

You're a great man.

We continued to look at the hammer of the full-time old man.

The more I look at it, the more I feel like I'm falling in.

It's been about 10 minutes.

“They say it's fun to see an old man hammering. ”

The old man came at us with all his hammers.

“Oh, excuse me. ”

“I'm sorry."

Me and the emulsion lowered their heads. Then Maden said,

“Forget it. I'm not saying anything. I was just embarrassed, so I kind of surrounded myself. I'm a little introverted, unlike what this guy looks like. ”

“Don't be ridiculous. Arrogant kid.”

Jung Il-yong kicked his tongue and looked down at Maiden.

“What? You little twerp. ”

Looking up at the dragon, Maden reveals her teeth and smiles.

“It's been a long time. You're starting to see the marlin on your head. ”

“Looks like we're missing a marlin by now. ”

“I think I'm starting to get wrinkles. ”

“My wrinkles are all gone. Are you trying to be a skeleton? ”

The horse is a little rough, but both of them are smiling.

“Glad you still seem cocky. It's been a long time."

“Yes. Long time no see. More importantly, let me introduce you to the kids here. You know anger? I've seen it a few times. ”

He bows his head.

“And the kid in the gear to apply for today. Lecture rate.”

The eyes of the Dragon are on me.

I felt nervous for some reason because of the heavy gaze coming out of the wheels.

“The Book of Genesis.”

“Jung Il-yong.”

The old gentleman reached out to me.

I grabbed his hand and shook his hand lightly. As a blacksmith, he was a very rough hand.

“You're Jinho's disciple, right? ”

“Yes, it is. ”

It looks like I'm in touch with Instructor Pidgin.

“Not bad. ”

Jung Il-yong smiled.

“Right? She's fine. ”

“Yes. I don't know your eyes, but they're reliable. ”

“· · · · · · This ashamed woman disappoints me again. ”

When Jung Il-yong saw Maiden, he snorted again. The same expression was random.

“Anyway, I can make this kid some equipment. You mean this?”

“Huh? Huh. ”

“Hmm.”

Jung Il-yong seemed to be worrying while touching his chin.

“If it's too much trouble for you, just introduce me to another craftsman. A heavy-mouthed, talented man. ”

“Fine. I'll say yes. ”

“Huh?"

With that delightful acceptance, Maiden's eyes widen.

“Really?"

Maden looks very happy.

“Why, you don't like my job? ”

“No. Of course I like it. I'm so surprised. Ouch. You came all the way to Korea to avoid ordering equipment from now on. I'm sick of it.”

“Yes, it is. ”

I asked why the best artisan, Jung Il-yong, was in charge of the Korean branch. That's why.

“I honestly didn't expect much. What kind of wind did you lose? ”

“There's no reason. You and Jinho both like each other at the same time. ”

Jung Il-yong looked at my chest with a light smile.

Dreamy eyes glowing pale purple.

“You seem like a funny kid. ”

His eyes are on the [Ultimate Weapon] side of his wardrobe.

· · · · · · Do you know about the [ultimate weapon]?

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