Troller

By kneeling before the quadrilateral, the ceremony of recognition finally came to an end.

First, he summoned the spirit of water, the dawn dew, to roughly wash away the skin on his body, and then approached Hennesses and Lychez, who worked hard to heal the wounds of the photowarriors.

"Well done, both of you."

"No offense."

Joon Sang turned his gaze to the place where people were gathered.

Only when he came out of the gates on a ghost horse were a considerable number of people following him, but there were only ten people who were staring at him now.

Joon Sang approached one of them, Zelan, and quietly spoke to him.

"Those who remain are likely to be precise."

"Yes?"

Zelan had a look that he wanted to hear, but the effect of the ritual that had just taken place before his head began to harden again made him realize why.

Even so, the power of the strange pressure exerted by the bloody quadrilateral was tremendous, even if her sister, Hennesse, did not stand in the way of her gaze.

No wonder that even photowarriors who draw out the instincts of destruction that fall asleep in their own blood are so hard for a normal person to withstand.

Nevertheless, it is likely that there is still enough spirit to endure it, that it is necessary to observe all of this, or that it is one of the two.

Either way, I find it hard to be a normal person, so I am right to say that I have observed consciousness with the same purpose.

"So... shall we catch him?"

When Zelan asks in a tense voice, Junsung shakes his head.

"You don't have to do that. Rather, I want them to spread what has happened so far."

"..."

"Of course, on the premise that I fully trust their reports."

"Even so..."

I don't think I've ever dreamed of watching all of this, but I don't have to tell you.

Moreover, surveillance of them will not make it difficult to determine the whereabouts of the spies currently stationed in Ibeloa.

"So let's just check the human resources."

"Yes, I'd appreciate it if you could."

After a conversation with Zelan, Junsung immediately took the raptor out of the inventory.

Like a ghost horse, when a large steel cart appeared in the air, those who remained shed a little groaning.

Joon Sang opened the car door, ignoring their gaze, burned Henes in it, and then told Zelan.

"Get in. I'll take you to the mansion."

"Oh, thank you."

Even though the world lives differently, Zelan is also a man. It was inevitable that he kept snowing in this heavy vehicle, and he was trying to get a chance to try it sometime. Finally, he fulfilled his wish only today.

When Jun-san got in the car and started, the warriors who were kneeling and holding their heads were embarrassed, looking at each other.

Having made a thousand photowarriors kneel, he was finally recognized for his red terror because he was preparing to go back to what he had just said.

Maybe I didn't want to. Twenty-two Blood Droids stood up in unison and tried to tell Jun-san something.

However, he slowly drove the raptors up or down and disappeared into the castle.

"..."

The photowarriors, who were like dogs chasing chickens, became dumb for a while.

After a long, cold breeze, a raptor passed by outside the city gate, looking at the dust that had been blown, but he was dumb, and one of the Blood Droids asked him for his appointment.

"What do we do?"

"..."

However, the senior who asked that question also had no jaw to answer.

So I'm having a hard time, and I'm starting to hear a rumbling sound in someone's stomach.

When I looked up at the sky, the sun reached the middle heaven.

Even though I was still hungry, I exerted all my might on the Goffle Plate, so it was more natural to lose violently.

In the end, he was forced to look at his successor Bloods and say:

"Turn off the light. Go eat."

"..."

The photowarriors, who couldn't hide their excitement like never before, began to turn off their campfires and clean up their surroundings in vain.

But at the end of the day, a guard rushed into the castle and told them.

"This is a message from Joon Sang."

"Whatever you say."

When the senior Bloodroid with the beaky eyes asks, the guard stutters and speaks with a gruesome expression.

"As soon as the cleanup is over... come and eat with me..."

The guard said this for no reason, but if these photowarriors get angry as a group, Bloodlord yells at the other photowarriors who were listening to their conversations with the same expression.

"Did you hear that?"

"Yes!"

"Let's go! Go eat!"

"Ouch!"

The photowarriors only then loosened their dead faces a little.

He quickly turned off the campfire in a vibrant manner, tidied up the surroundings, and began to rush toward the quaint mansion.

"..."

The guard who came running to preach to them the words of the quadrant looked outside the cleaned gates for a moment and thought that they might not be so crazy as they thought.

However, the thoughts of the fellow guards who were guarding the gate were completely different from those of him.

As soon as I saw thousands of photowarriors rushing to the forefront of the bloody Bloodroids, I wanted to close the gates and start an agrarian war, even though I had already been told to pass through them.

The photowarriors enter the gates, ignoring the guards looking at them.

They were about to head straight for the quaint mansion, but the mysterious creatures were waiting inside the gates.

It was the fairies who came out of the yard, following the instructions of Rices.

"Why is it so late!"

"Come quickly!"

"Come on, come on!"

The photowarriors chattered and sat down on their heads, embarrassed by the vulgar fairies, but they rode them to the line and quickly recovered their minds and moved toward the quaint mansion.

Immediately after crossing the street, ignoring the eyes of the inhabitants who were staring at them with their wiggly eyes, they reached the vicinity of the quaint mansion shortly after.

"Huh?"

"This, this..."

They start to sniff their noses without even knowing what spicy and savory scent tickles the tip of their nose.

"What are you doing? Go quickly. She said she had a lot of good stuff ready."

"My queen?"

When I heard that she was the queen from the fairy sitting on my head, the photowarrior remembered the image of Hennesses, not Rices.

However, when the smell of the fragrant food I have never experienced in the hungry yard arouses a sense of smell, the photowarriors become incapable of letting the saliva fill their mouths.

Immediately reaching the entrance of the mansion, the servants who were waiting opened the front door wide and greeted them.

"Ohhh..."

The photowarriors swollen their eyes within.

There was a white cloth-covered table in the corner of the garden from the front door to the entrance of the mansion, and on it were various dishes that seemed certain to have been prepared beforehand.

These foods were cooked early in the morning by maidens and maidens from the Brea family who had left the fairy goddess and brought food from the earth.

The photowarriors were distracted just by swallowing the saliva that flowed in the Eucharist before their eyes, but the Blood Droids who led them were forced to make bitter laughs in all these sights.

Joon Sang already knew.

The fact that a thousand photowarriors are not a handicap to themselves.

If he didn't know it, he might have thought it was arrogance, but given his skills, which were identified through a consciousness of recognition, this was not lacking in confidence.

"Welcome. I was waiting."

As one of the servants came forward and said so, Senior Blood quietly asked him.

"Where is the Red Fear?"

"Yes?"

The senior, who used the title of the photowarriors in a hurry, quickly fixed his words.

"The owner of this mansion."

The servant looks embarrassed.

When Jun-san was in the residence with Hennesse, it was the impunity of this mansion that did not interfere.

"Ah... you have taken it from the residence now."

But the senior said to the servant again with a humble expression.

"Can I see you?"

Even though it's black and dry, how many people can say no when they see a lot of blood turned upside down?

The servant nodded and replied cautiously.

"I think we should ask that. Can you hold on a second?"

In fact, it was clear that there was no way to say no, so Senior Blood nodded gladly.

"Let's do that."

"Well, if you'll excuse me."

As the servant quickly disappears into the mansion, the senior shouts, looking back at the photowarriors.

"The Red Fear has given us the Eucharist! Don't make any noise. Eat well!"

"I see!"

They were immediately dispersed to their respective tables.

Then I began to fill the boat with the elves who rushed into the mansion terribly for food.

Bloodroids watched the photowarriors roar and eat with a simple drink, then turned their gaze back to the servant who came out of the mansion.

The Grand Chamberlain approached the Senior Blood and conveyed the words of the quadrant.

"The whole thing is a mess, and if it's Blood alone, you'll find it."

The senior nods as if he thought he would.

"I was going to do that from the start. Will you guide me?"

"Got it. Follow me."

The Bloodroids followed suit and entered the mansion.

After going upstairs along a slightly cluttered corridor, they were guided to the reception room within a week.

After a while, I could not dare to stain the chair because there was blood on my body. After changing clothes and washing my body thoroughly, I grabbed Hennesse's hand and sat on her shoulder and entered the reception room.

"..."

Joon-sang frowns at the sight of those still buried in the blood, so he summons the water spirit, the dawn dew, and washes their bodies.

"Hut?"

"Hey, is this... a spirit?"

"Oh, my God..."

Jun-san called out the dawn dew from where his consciousness was already held and washed himself simply, but those who bowed their heads did not see it, and even if they did, they did not think it was a spirit.

But now the power to wield around his body and wash the dry blood on his body was clearly that of the spirit.

"Stan, no way... did you even have the power of the Spirit?"

Senior Blood asked in a trembling voice, and Joon-sang nodded and replied with an expression that was not algebraic.

"If so?"

Fearfully answering, the senior Blood fell to the ground and cried out loudly.

"Red Fear! Chung is here!"

Then twenty-one other Blood Droids followed him, crushing his head to the ground and shouting.

"Chung is here!"

Junsang frowned and looked at them and looked at Hennesses, and the staring brown-haired girl stepped forward and quietly asked in a friendly voice.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Then, he slowly clenched his head and faced the brown-haired girl who looked at him.

As usual, I would have communicated with her where she was standing, but I couldn't dare say that if I thought of the statue standing behind her.

Senior Blood began to tell Hennesses in a cautious voice why they were so scattered around the continent and why they had been waiting for the advent of red terror for hundreds of years.

Senior Blod explained in detail what he knew.

Although he had confirmed his qualifications as a Red Fear, Jun-san was a strict stranger.

Because of this, I didn't know anything about such facts that I should have known if I was a photofighter.

Senior Blood wondered why such a foreigner deserved the Red Fear, but what was most important to him now was the fact that the prophecy had finally come true for hundreds of years, not the path through which the quadrilateral gained power.

Hennesse step-by-step talks with the Elder Blood to find out in detail what he wants to ask for, and at the end of the conversation, she looks back.

But Joon Sang couldn't look at her face.

The moment the conversation was over, a new quest message was pouring out.

Epic Quest Returns

1. Talk to Blood. (Achieved)

Obtain information about the Photographer's hometown, Jant Hunsen (Achieved)

Done!

Reward: Very Slight EXP

Would you like to claim your reward now? (Y/n)_

(Note) Unclaimed Rewards will be automatically voided after 7 days

Epic Quest Returns

2. Obtain information about your return to Blood. (Achieved)

Blood wants you to know if you've qualified for it. Confront 20 Photographers to prove your worth (1032/20) (Achieved)

Done!

Reward: High EXP

Would you like to claim your reward now? (Y/n)_

(Note) Unclaimed rewards will be automatically voided after 7 days.

Epic Quest – Returning

3. Blood has determined that you deserve to know about their homestead. Talk to Blood (Achieved)

Hundreds of years ago, the home of the photowarrior Jan Tshunsen was occupied by an insane Grand Spirit. The photowarriors desperately resisted this powerful force of nature, but they were forced to retreat from their homeland. At that time, their sorcerer prophesied that in the distant future the red terror would descend and lead them home. You need to prove yourself the protagonist of that prophecy. Recognize it as Red Fear for Recognition. (Achieved)

Done!

Reward: High EXP

Would you like to claim your reward now? (Y/n)_

(Note) Unclaimed rewards will be automatically voided after 7 days.

Epic Quest – Returning

4. You have brilliantly proven yourself to be the protagonist of the prophecy. Now the Blood Roads want you to lead them back home. Find out more about Jan Tshunsen and head to the photowarrior's hometown where the Mad Spirit lives.

Incomplete.