Volcanic Spirit

Lee Hwon felt good.

He had drunk most of the alcohol he had bought as a gift from a manga lover. But I got a lot of new liquor from Wonryunjangwon. The liquor named Daemyung Palju was simple. It was neither sour, nor sweet, nor poisonous.

Very plain.

Those who were weak in alcohol were happy to enjoy it.

However, it wasn't just a light drink for Lee Hwon's drink. Drinking Dawn Star seemed to purify the toxins in the body. So I made it possible to drink as much alcohol as possible. It was literally a drink for the sake of the wine.

So the manga will also be pleased with its double-headedness.

That is why I was able to enjoy drinking, not postmortem drinking.

"So I cut the old monster's waist in two, so I drew the sword sideways. It's a herbivore called Jongnyeo Ilsa, which has a history from abundance to cerebral arc, and has made eight changes by pouring it into the bayonet like lightning."

The postmortem glanced at him as he bragged.

"What would you have done?"

I saw the top game, but I guess they didn't find out the history of the martial arts. He had to speak for himself, examine the type of prosthetics, or mix his hands to learn the history of military service.

'You're trying to figure out my level?

You've already had your drink, and there's nothing more to hope for.

So Lee Hwon tried to shake his head as if he didn't know. But at that moment, I saw a mask holding the reins. He pretended not to be, but he was listening to the conversation with his ears pricked.

'Oh! There he was.’

Come to think of it, his actual performance is the last one in Shandong Province. And what he needs is hands-on experience. So I was willing to find an answer for him.

"If you've passed the brain lake from abundance under the assumption that it has the same history, would it be like this?"

Lee Hwon picked up the chopsticks that were rolling on the floor of the carriage and stirred them. It seemed to swing like a prank, but the coroner noticed the change in it.

"Oh, it is. So?"

"Then I'll go into the konbang, widen the distance, and stimulate the entire vein of milk through spring blood."

"Yangyu-maek? Not yin-maek? Doesn't that mean you'll put the power of the body before the inner workings?"

"I can do that."

"Huh, that's good. After that?"

"If we work together on eternity and jujube blood, we'll be able to close the gap faster than it's open and then target the opponent's empty left chest."

The examination has narrowed the span of the eye.

"It doesn't fit in front and back. Doesn't it mean that you're targeting others with your inner workings, even though you're operating around the body? By the standards of harmony, it's a way of harming oneself."

"The standard of harmony I see is different. I don't think of harmony as just a balance between yin and yang. If it's one way or the other, there's no problem, and if it's always balanced again, isn't that a real harmony?"

That was at the heart of the bloodline.

"Huh."

But the exclamation came from the mask.

When did the tongue of a drunkard who was just loyal and aware of himself turn so greasy?

The autopsy went down in droves.

"Let's say it's your turn."

What do you mean the order? Maybe they're just asking questions.

Hana already regarded the question and answer itself as a non-gum.

The criteria for dialogue should not be imagined, but based on reality. But at first glance, what you're saying seems reasonable, but isn't it too vain?"

"Stop the carriage for a moment."

Talma pulled up the carriage.

Yi Hwon slowly unfolded what he had said to give the Talma a chance to see. As soon as the Amcheon Gunlimbo was unfolded in the carriage, the sunstorm blew, and the wagon began to flutter as if it were about to collapse. Even though it unfolded slowly, its power remained strong, and the carriage did not collapse.

In a word, it was a strange group of people who took lightness and weight at the same time.

The coroner couldn't speak with his eyes wide open.

"It works."

"You shouldn't be so surprised.”

"That's true. But it's a lot higher than I expected. That was amazing."

Lee Hwon shrugged and laughed.

Then the postmortem squinted and increased the number of wrinkles.

"If you say something about the waves in front of Janggang, I'll let you go."

"I was trying to say that the autopsy was still far away."

Lee Hwon grabbed the bottle after being lazy.

As soon as I heard a cold word from Hana, I had to hesitate as if I had a bloodshot wound.

"Sit down."

Turning her head, she also held chopsticks like Lee Hwon. She added a horse with a bright smile, as if she were a hundred years old.

"Looking at your achievements, it would be easier to show than to explain."

In a word, let's make a non-gum.

And since I grabbed chopsticks, I was going to mix the moves with the words. What's the difference between a simple dance and a simple dance?

'It's like a snowflake on the dog's nose.'

As soon as Lee Hwon was about to step out, a calm word from the postmortem came to him.

"If you do good to me, I will send a congratulatory message to the League Lord at the inauguration ceremony."

It was too big an award to refuse.

A congratulatory message was an act of wishing someone a wish. However, the autopsy is complete, and the volcano has continued anyway. In a word, he meant to make a wish to the federation's stock, whose highest number was below the allocation limit. At least that's the desire of the Volcanic Federation to be a strong pillar of the political faction. However, for those who see it, the autopsy will appear to support the Volcano Federation sincerely.

'You can't miss this.’

At that moment, however, laughter flowed out of my mind at the thought of passing my mind.

"Haha, that's great. But how did you know that I'm Lee Hwon, the host of the election?"

As he has noticed, he might have put his wishes on the condition of blessing.

But the medical examiner blinked.

"Where's the Crew?"

"Where I am."

"But how do I know that? It was only half a day ago when we came ashore."

Lee Hwon could not hide his bewilderment.

"No, in exchange for the wishes of the Volcanic League, the penis, ·····.""

The postmortem exploded a mine.

"Khaha! That spoiled brat is holding the reins, but the horse is moving northward on its own. And given that spoiled brat hasn't been grumbling all this time, your destination must have been a volcano. But who would it be if the one who came down from the foot of Mt. Mudang with the top open didn't wear the uniform of the shaman?"

"Chet! You must belong to the volcano."

When Lee Hwon retorted, he laughed as if he had watched his grandson's cute action.

"Is that answer now?"

"Yes."

Then came the giggle of the mask.

"Kkeut! You think you're very famous."

The carriage slowly headed north, and inside, only the sound of the old man stirring his chopsticks sounded hollow and ceaseless.

"How long do I have to do this?”

The postmortem was surprisingly fond of alcohol.

Why wouldn't you like to drink when you eat meat and drink a lot? And he preferred the nickname "Jusan Gunju," the owner of the Jusan Islands, rather than the nickname "Geumhu." Even though the shape of the archipelago looks like many ships, it is not Jusan-do. So the medical examiner owns ten ships.

She was also a monster.

It was when the carriage entered the island province.

"But why did you suddenly attend the inauguration?"

"I just wanted to get some fresh air."

It can't be.

Yi Hwon remembers that the time of the postmortem was ten years from now. However, it was strange that he attended the event of a volcano a thousand miles away because he did not even make it ten years earlier.

So I drank more.

Alcohol is like the wind, so it has the power to dig in funny ways. Already, it was possible for Lee Hwon and the autopsy to get rid of the drunkenness in a moment if necessary. Therefore, instead of pushing out the poison with internal strength, he enjoyed drinking to the fullest.

"I saw that it was ten thousand."

It is a full-blown war that has flowed out of context.

The postmortem pulled a wrinkled booklet out of his arms.

Isn't it the 10,000th Battle that was transcribed by countless people?

But how much I saw her was in tatters.

"As the wind pushes away during the day, and stands tall in the moonlight at night, the path of the good man is like wandering in an unobstructed room all his life. What do you think of this passage?"

"Some may sound like a narrow-minded concubine, and some may seem to discuss the nature of instinct, sexual desire, and desire.”

The postmortem pointed to the part that read "Liquor" and "Yahwi."

"It's easier and more comfortable to call it the main wind and the glow of the night. But aren't the words Liu and Hui strange? Don't you feel stubbornness as if your own way of speaking is right and nobility trying to stand out alone?"

What are you talking about?

While Lee Hwon blinked his eyes, the doctor vented his anger as if he had a seizure.

"How can there be any other nigger besides procurator, who boasts both prim and noble at the same time?

This time, he shouted with all his might.

There is a lion's concubine in Shaolin, which expresses the energy of the horse with a cry. The wheel was crushed by the wind pressure created by the sword's scrupulous stroke. The carriage collapsed and made a loud noise. The mask looked back with a white face. If the postmortem had been in the direction of the cry, it would have been either meditated or internally injured.

[Who's the procurator?]

Lee Hwon's eyes were glaring at the prospect of a hair loss.

Wasn't Man-mae-jeon known to have been compiled by him? But the medical examiner found traces of someone in it. Her age and the moment she compared the matter to those around her, one stood out.

'Teacher?'

Come to think of it, Lee Hwon has never known the real name of a manga lover. They were not even in the first place to ask questions, and after they established friendship, they called themselves a "disgraceful." The memory of cheering for him, clapping his hands at the words "Drunk who forgot about himself," crossed my mind.

'Is your teacher's name Cho Chang-soo?'

Talma might have thought of the same thing, so she laughed in vain.

[Just hearing his name sounds like a quack selling herbs in the city, [······]]

The medical examiner looked back at Lee Hwon.

"Supervisor! I thought he was dead 50 years ago, but he's still alive to make a living? That's a disgrace to me! If I hadn't known he was alive, how could I break the closure and visit the launching ceremony of the League or the Union?"

It was not the time to laugh and enjoy.

The anger in the eyes of the autopsy was real.

It was not a common problem if the procuratorate, or the mother-in-law, and the prosecutor-in-law, were the enemies of the cripple. The launching ceremony of the Volcano Federation itself was a matter of possibility.

Lee Hwon quickly identified the enemy.

'Anyone who has a profound knowledge of the gods will be on the postmortem side. You're having a hard time because of me.’

In that way, the shamanism, Zhuge Liang, and Namgoongse were the same. Isn't it a huge organization that determines the rise and fall of the Moon faction even if it is hostile to only one place?

"If that happens, all small and medium-sized factions outside the island will turn their backs on it, and the Moorimists will take advantage of the trend and try to pressure the league." Then the Volcano Federation will be isolated from the Gangho.'

While Lee Hwon was quickly organizing his thoughts, the postmortem hit the ground with his fist.

"Laughing! You son of a gun! "I've made people live like idiots by telling them that they're dead, and that they're always trying to get rid of their postmortem and live like a moron."

“······.”

Yi Hwon and Talma stood far and exchanged glances.

[Shall I get the wagon back?]]

[Yes. Come quickly. Because it's scary.]

The postmortem session continued until he was sober.

The medical examiner apologized.

It's been a long time since I thought about my past, and I got emotional.

I understand Lee Hwon and Talma," he said, comforting the doctor.

One or three people have not mentioned the name procurator since that day. And when we finally reached Hoeumhyeon, where the volcano was located, we were able to send the memory of the day out of 100,000 miles.

"Ah."

The mask was speechless from the outskirts of Hoeum-hyeon to the scene of a crowd of people. Countless people, countless shopping malls, guests, and handling filled the fields. It seemed to be twice as wide as the previous Hoeumhyeon. It was like a different world than when the two left the volcano.

"Now is the time of the volcano."

"I won't lag behind Kyun-hyun or Deung-bong-hyun at this rate.”

Although Sorim and shamans are still above the clouds, the Huehyeon was much wider and more prosperous than the area where they stayed.

And the postmortem faltered.

"Is it because you came to a crowded place after a long time?"

The deserter uttered a sound that did not go unnoticed.

Lee Hwon smiled and said, after hitting the side of the mask on behalf of the doctor.

"I'll take you to a quiet place."

"Chem, can I meet you?"

"I'm sure it will."

When the three climbed the volcano, the two disciples appeared.

"Jang Go-pyeong, the student of the volcano, says hello to the chief of staff. Even so, I was worried because there were only three days left until the inauguration ceremony. Now that you're back, I'd like to thank you on behalf of the Federation."

"Looking at the flag fluttering in the Hoe-eum-hyeon, you must have had quite a few customers."

Jang Ko-pyung smiled as bright as he could.

"It's a holy sage built on the reputation of the sovereign, but all the disciples of Bon Maeng are welcoming in a pleasantly. Is your boat the owner of the boat?"

Yi Hwon pointed to the sword, which looked only at the ground.

"You are the owner of the Jusan Islands and the female middle-aged woman, the postmortem spirit. I heard something on your way here.”

The disciples of the volcano bowed to the word sword. After a brief greeting, Jang spoke in a polite manner.

"Thankfully, we're having a small banquet with key guests after a meeting of the top brass, so I'll take you there."

"Let's do that."

The moment I climbed up to Yeonhwabong, I felt a prick all over my body.

Each of them showed curiosity and caution at the same time when they saw the new guest.

Fortunately, I met someone who met Lee Hwon.

"Ah! Sogoongju."

Unlike in the past, the palace owner of the North Sea Ice Palace is dressed in colorful costumes. Moreover, given the fact that ice crystals were inserted in various parts of the ornaments, the achievement of Muryeong Ice ball seemed to be close to Daesung. However, Sogoongju smiled and approached, then hesitated and narrowed his forehead.

Only then did Lee Hwon notice the discourtesy and change his words.

"Oh! I became a princess. Congratulations on becoming the archer of the North Sea Ice Palace. And thank you for coming a long way to the league's launching ceremony. Our relationship must have been pretty tough."

The North Sea ice princess stared at Lee Hwon, who was shaking, and uttered a cold word.

"You forgot my name."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun