Volcanic Spirit

a powerful force of many fighters

Among them, it was impossible to determine the director of the gisaeng.

Each is the world of those who think they are the best and the best. Therefore, weapons overlapped, military exploits overlapped, and aliases overlapped.

I couldn't help it.

The world was wide, and there were many fighters.

Based on the samples, there are as many as five people.

Of course, this is what was revealed, and it is possible that there will be another man called the sword somewhere in the river lake. There are some people called eternal life even in the tidal waves.

The medical examination was one of them.

The highest number of borta cancer may not be female middle schoolers.

The highest number of bota rocks may not be the owner of the Jusan Islands.

The highest number of Hana Botam was always called Geomhu, regardless of the level of military achievement. In a word, the nickname Gumhu contained the history of Botaham, who devoted hundreds of years to the cause of Yangmin and Jeongpa.

"G.E.?”

The wooden fence and barracks were blown away in the southern palace where they were on guard, and they had to be polite even when their subordinates were injured. If the medical examiner had killed his subordinates by saying otherwise, who would the world blame? Perhaps he thought his men had sinned against the M.E.

That's what a postmortem is.

"Do you think you're lying?"

She has been secluded for the past thirty years, and suddenly appeared at the launching ceremony of the Volcano Federation. After that, Yi Hwon accompanied Yi Hwon along the stream of Janggang River, but he was known to have returned.

Therefore, Namgung had to ask back.

"How can you doubt it? Only, ····."."."

The postmortem giggled and picked up his cane.

"Will you believe me if I blow your 42 crouching behind you?"

The Namgoong fell.

"No."

He frowned while examining his men.

Most of his men groaned with their bodies down. I picked one of them and sent it to an outpatient clinic.

"Tell me as soon as you can."

As Suha departed, Namgung breathed a sigh of relief. "I couldn't figure out what to do with my eyes wide open.

"Oh, where are you going?”

The postmortem snorted a word.

"Then should I keep waiting here?"

The Namgoong was speechless.

Originally, anyone had to wait, and it was ritual to pass only after the permission of Sega. One thing can't go so smoothly.

So was the moorim-blind or the chief of Shaolin, or the postmortem.

The Namgoong hesitated for a while, but concluded.

Now that Suha has been sent, he will finish his job.

"I'll be right back to pick up the medical examiner."

"Will you stop it?"

He closed his eyes and then opened them.

The sword was pulled out at the same time.

"I don't want to be rude to the autopsy."

The postmortem nodded.

"It's not that I don't understand your situation. I just have a situation, so I'll have to settle it according to Kang-ho's plan.”

She didn't stop walking, and the Southern Palace fixed the sword. Even in a short moment, my palms were sweaty. I had mixed thoughts about how to stop the examination. However, I couldn't do anything to the extent that such worries were overshadowed.

Tong! Tong! Tong!

Every time the coroner took a step, he hit the cane regularly. When the sound continued three times, the Namgoong felt as if someone had stabbed the soles of his feet, and sat still. He was as lethargic as if his lower body had been paralyzed.

"It'll work out by the end of the stick."

Nam Gung-seok shouted endlessly, looking at the curved back of the sword that was moving away. The word "one no" did not spread, and a binge was heard in the direction of the second guard post. This is the only way for the sword to turn the Namgoongse into an enemy.

'You made it after 30 years. Why?'

The roar of Hana continued.

The coroner dropped his saliva facing the eighth crutch.

Rather than tired of old age or feeling ashamed, the existence in front of me was the cause.

"The M.E. seems to find Namgoong really funny."

Five old men looked at the autopsy with a moderate distance apart. At first glance, they are at the height of the climax. In other words, people who would not have appeared in such a place as usual have appeared in a row.

"Huh, the power of Namgoongse is beyond imagination. They are enough to be gatekeepers."

She recalled the lyric of the Southern courtesan whom she met thirty years ago. He shows his desire and greed to be the head of a political faction. Rather, he tried to lead the eastern part of the country along with the defenses of the Jusan Islands by appeasing the sword. With thirty years of time for such a man, most of his greed at that time would have been fulfilled.

"I told you to stop!"

The coroner did not stop walking, even with five old men in front of him. Thinking of the Namgoong Seju, which we encountered last day, the warning of the elderly had been dropped in our ears.

"What do you think you'really? You make me this way, and I just feel sorry for you who stood out in his eyes."

"What nonsense is that?"

The five elderly men called themselves Ogi among the Gwangunse7i, which was secretly selected by Namgoong Seju. For a medical examiner, however, they were just as young as two steps apart.

Ogi also took a posture when she approached him unwritten. Hana Her gaze was still not directed at Ogi but at the Battle of Namgung Sega.

'Will you be able to do what you want to do if you have this much attention?'

I made a bet with Lee Hwon, but he wouldn't do anything meaningless. Therefore, a stick with the determination to punish him if he doesn't achieve something properly has hit the ground.

Bang!

Manhaegak refers to the head of Namgung Sega.

Numerous acquaintances were gathered.

Some of them were invited after passing the state examination, and others were from Zhuge Liang, who was proud to be the head of a political faction. There are as many as a hundred of them.

Manhaegak is divided into Mangildang and Mansadang.

Based on the information investigated by Mansadang, Mangyeoldang made the decision. Therefore, there were times when two or three people gathered depending on the case, and there were times when dozens gathered. The most recent gathering of acquaintances was to decide how to treat the Volcano Federation.

The number of those who gathered was forty-six.

Today, however, nearly 70 acquaintances looked at each other with a firm look.

"What if it's someone else who's done the postmortem?"

"The locations of the cilantro men who are good at human face or axial ball have been identified. I'm sure it's a postmortem."

"But why the autopsy?"

Someone at the top of the table spat out an irritating remark.

Dozens of acquaintances remained silent.

If the cause was not revealed, no decision could be made.

Even though dozens of acquaintances put their heads together, the words and actions of the prosecutor's office were strange. If the reason for the disorder is revealed, the level of response could be set.

"Hmm! If this is not pre-determined, the empty meeting will continue."

Hundreds of fighters can be deployed, and there is also a way to send key members of the inner circle to handle them quietly. If he was truly hostile to Namgoong Sega, he was willing to allow the use of poison as well as engine visits and explosives.

"Did you get senile?”

“······.”

If he had become senile, he would have removed it and made an excuse. However, if the coroner did something under the judgment that she was out of her mind and ran away, an irreversible situation would occur. No matter what anyone does, the sword was a god to Yangmin, and an idol to political fighters.

"The forty-seven posts have been breached!"

On the way from Hwangsan to Changcheonseong Fortress, there were ten-fold posts. So it meant that the autopsy had already passed through the fourth defense.

The man arrived again before his acquaintances spoke.

"오십칠 초소와 육십칠 초소가······."

Zhuge Liang, the footnote of Manhaegak, trembled.

He was a native of Zhuge Liang's family, and was a man of trust to escape the tightly blocked hierarchy of the world. He was once said to be wiser than Jegal's cow, so he was able to win the Manhaegak of Namgung Sega. Even though he was not Namgoong, he had the same rank, so I could guess his power.

Then he shouted angrily.

"Get your brains out and build up a room right away before I go through it myself!"

"It's faster. If the M.E. were to discuss Changchunseong Fortress, it would be impossible to locate it due to the legion and landscaping. We need to mobilize all available forces to stop them right now!"

"My lord has already sent me to come alone. They'll drag you through."

"By the way. You don't have anything to do with Lee Hwon?”

Someone's words calmed the whole party down.

Wasn't it widely known that Yi Hwon and Geomhu accompanied Janggang to the stream? If there was a secret agreement between the two, they could have made a mistake in the sex trade.

"I don't think so."

"The heart of an old man is different in the morning and evening. As far as I know, it was Lee Hwon who met the doctor and guided him to the volcano. And at the time of the inauguration, Lee Hwon showed off his martial arts following the autopsy, and by the time it was known that the two men's divinity had been united."

The one sitting at the top shook his head.

"I don't think so. We can't ignore the possibility that if she was a mooriman or the world's number one. One. She's got a postmorture. It's a creature made up of hundreds of years of history. For her, the most important thing to avoid is not defeat or loss, but the asterisk being tainted. If Lee Hwon and Lee Hwon were to invade Namgoong Sega for no reason, it would be no different from abandoning hundreds of years of history. Is that possible?"

The scholar who raised the question nodded.

Two people can get close.

You can risk your life like your grandparents.

However, when Lee Hwon commits an evil deed, it would not happen even if the sky collapses and the earth turns upside down.

"Then it's right to block it with all your might."

The Manhaegakju continued after touring his acquaintances.

"Pick out those who have clear eyes, good sense, and scatter them around the annex. I will be briefed on Lee Hwon's every move in half. And bring all the fighters who can move to tell the Lord of the Inner Circle and gather them on the border between the inner and outer provinces."

A dozen or so scholars rushed out of Manhaegak.

A few minutes later, Zhuge Liang, the owner of Manhaegak, beckoned his direct scholars.

"Going to the boundaries of the inner circle."

"A footnote, originally a soldier does not leave his post easily."

"Dumb talk! For the past few decades, no one has been without permission to hold a guard post. It has been decades since the three masterpieces of the Gangho faction were laid near Changcheonpyeong. What do you think they'll see, what do you think they'll report?"

"Your response will spread in the near future."

The Manhaegakju ran out after a rough stretch.

"Yes! I'll use all my resources today to stop the examination. And they beat the autopsy to death. Only then will we be able to say that we did our part today."

He smiled for a moment after he was out of the clutches.

The interior was noisy as if his order had been properly delivered.

Perhaps the sword and white people were called up to the level of war.

He frowned for a moment while running pleasantly.

The villa, which was open to the fullest extent of the winter gate, was certainly the residence of Samsoju, one of the direct descendants of Sega. However, the smell of alcohol and greasy food that he could not recognize, which he did not excel at in martial arts, caught my nose. Samsoju was famous for being absorbed in drinking and dancing, as she was defeated by the first chosen and second outstanding. Naturally, Manhaegakju had long ago abandoned Samsoju and lined up with cowhands.

I guess he wasn't even told that the world was on alert. As the man who was also removed from power said, ····.'.'.'.'.'

Manhaegakju scoffed at Samsoju and hastened her steps.

"One o'clock is urgent! Don't miss the slightest thing!"

"Thanks to you, he missed a little thing."

Lee Hwon twirled his glass and laughed.

However, the young man with his back at the winter gate could not speak with his eyes were glaring. He was seized with manic and sublime, so it would have been impossible to speak or move.

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue after pouring out the alcohol that Samsoju used to enjoy.

"The third son of the Namgoong Sega only drinks this kind of alcohol? Oh! Is it because it's a trivial life?"

Samsoju is probably pouring out unheard-of curses such as 'Hold!' or 'Let's see.'

Yi Hwon went out of the house, swinging a bottle of liquor.

Isn't the space empty enough for those who have to stand guard at every step?

Lee Hwon grinned at the thought of the autopsy.

"Hoot! My grandmother, what a name you have."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun