Volcanic Spirit

88, you're talking about the night before the storm.

The new stage held by the Moorimists was long enough to be talked about in many ways. Throughout ancient times, it attracted attention with its unprecedentedly colorful fireworks, and there was a slope in which the Simdeok of Shinma was passed down to all. At the end of the drama, Yi Hwon, who conveyed the deep-rooted evil spirit, was ordered to be killed.

"Then this year is a long one.I did."

The lords nodded their heads and agreed.

And he knew that Lee Hwon was at the center.

"Well, it's a moorish thing. What should I say? It doesn't feel real.”

The majority responded like this.

More than anything else, the Moorimun called in survivors to monopolize Shinma's Shim-deuk, and accused Lee Hwon of deliberately delivering the wrong Shim-deuk.

Those who give up their lives even if there is only one possibility to be strong are the strong ones. Therefore, despite the announcement of the Moorim League, they learned the true story of the Silla Dynasty, which was passed down by Yi Hwon. And as Yi Hwon disappeared south of the Janggang River, there was a great deal of luxury here and there.

"The youngest disciple of Chang Kang-moon became a literary writer?"

"Is it true that the hematopozoic, a former wimp in the West Wind district, was wiped out by a single follicle?"

"A great student of the communists was brutally crushed because he had a quarrel with Muju.”

If the atmosphere of Kang Ho changed due to the full swing, the atmosphere of Shinma changed as soon as the whole.

Lovesick people now have their eyes on Moorim, not Lee Hwon.

"What the hell is the Moorimian doing?"

One thing they didn't know.

The seemingly forest blindness is no different than before, but the interior has been completely reversed to become a different organization.

A small banquet was held in Maengjujeon.

However, the seating arrangement was different from usual.

Lee Hak-ju, a member of the Dokcheon Military Academy, sat on the right, and on the other side was the free Geomcheonje Castle. Hye Seok-ja, who was sitting near the entrance, raised a glass of wine at the head of the hall.

"Today, Tae-Gi-Ju has informed us that he will admit all his faults and that he will disband the interests and forces. This has ruled out all the snipers, fakes, and traitors who had been hiding in the blind."

The lord received a message from the mourner.

He also smiled brightly at the boss.

"It's all thanks to your efforts."

Although it was the Maengjujeon of Moorim-blind, which is the owner of the Maengju, it was the manga who sat at the top of the table. He was relaxed even though he was looking down at the leaders of the forest. Neither enjoy authority nor reward one's efforts.

"I don't care about what I do or what I don't. It's just like the water flows down, and the day and night change. The more we spread, the more natural it was."

He said the penalty was proportionate.

In the end, excessive modesty can also seem bad.

However, Maengju and other ministers accepted the words of the manga lover purely. They were also able to accept the change naturally because they achieved great achievements through full force.

"This has already paid enough compensation to those who have struggled with it, including alcohol and meat. So let's loosen our jaws for the day, and have a drink!"

A boisterous-tempered shaman smiled and lifted the glass.

The manga chug smiled and said, holding a glass of wine.

"All this has been done according to the hard work of the administration. Let's drink for him!"

Four people emptied their glasses at the same time.

But not all of them thought that Lee Hwon, who has become a mobster, would be suffering. Now that he's branded as a bad guy, he's probably stealing and drinking as much as he wants.

"By the way, how long should I keep my merit?"

asked the shaman, tilting his head.

Maeng-ju and Mun-sang exchanged eyes, and eventually looked at the Mang-a-Chu-Chu- They are the very few factors that know the relationship between Lee Hwon and Manga in the Danggeum Gangho.

Because the manga didn't suppress his drunkenness, he raised the corners of his mouth with a swollen face.

"Let's let him do it until he wants to. I'll figure it out when the time comes."

"I can't believe I don't have to think about the job seeker. There's nothing more pleasant than that."

Moon Sang was tongue-tied, recalling Lee Hwon's actions, which he could not handle with the logic of the local government.

"Oh, by the way, the Con-ryun faction has done a great job this time?”

At the words of Maeng-ju, Moon Sang, Hye Seok-ja, a former member of the Gonryun faction, breathed a sigh of relief. Wasn't it the Gonryun faction that once defended the midfield to the point of being called the western barrier? It was too far from Hana, and the law that did not interact with the outside world forced the decline day by day.

However, there was a favorable factor for such a troublemaker.

For those who value self-discipline, the emergence of a full-fledged war was welcome. And the Gonryun faction has achieved tremendous growth among the literati and other civil servants. As a result, all the forces in the vicinity of Cheonghae-seong were only looking at the mouth of the Gonryun faction. And recently, a long-time writer of the Gonryun faction appeared in the Cheonghae Union and announced that he would open the door.

"The writer made a big decision. In fact, I'm a priest, but there's no one like him. So when I said I'd go to the Moorim League, I even pulled out a sword and dissuaded him. Now that such a man has decided to step into Kang-ho, ·····."."."

"You don't have to worry about the Almighty!"

A free celebration ensued.

"It should also be thanking the Manga."

The manga shook its head.

"Whatever the Shinma is, whatever the deep-seated he left... At this point, I don't think there's a reason to know. There's a way to make the world better. That's enough. That's enough. I have been given a thousand names through the Divine Horse, and now that I have done my very best, there is no more honor or desire."

The idea of monolithic seemed to mean that he would become one with the world. Even Maengju gulped down his saliva in a strange atmosphere that seemed as if it would not be strange to go to the front right now.

"Moon-sang."

Then coincidentally, someone appeared with a sign of popularity.

He was a non-advanced stock in charge of the Murimian intelligence organization.

He came up with a stiff look and gave an earful to the statue.

"Ha. Is that true?"

"We've been focusing on information for some time now because their trends are different from what they used to be. But before the transfer, information from all sides began to overlap, and for some time it was very similar."

"Reliability?"

The non-linearist shook his head and recited.

"I think it's incredibly urgent."

Monsang nodded and gave up his seat.

"I want you to report it yourself.”

The non-linear stock took out a bundle of documents, regardless of the fact that it had a manga lover.

Maengju and Musang shook hands at the same time.

At that moment, all the objects on the table, which were replacing the liquor table, came to mind of itself. Then there was a report from all over the empty table.

The non-linearist spoke to the crowd after he lined up dozens of reports.

"There's a toilet in the wagons."

Maengju quickly skimmed the report with his eyes and then jagged at the statue, and the statue hurriedly brought out the whole map of the midfield hanging on the wall.

"Magyo runs mainly on the eight major streets. Mark their territory.”

The statue inserted a nail-sized needle all over the Singang River. The flags of different colors symbolized the eight great madanga. After explaining the characteristics of Paldaemaga quickly, Moon Sang dropped his saliva.

"But it's not just at the level of a change in the principal."

"You think the leader is already dead?"

"We've called in the Magistrates who have been sent outside as close to the main gate. And we're cutting off the outside world, and we're in tight control."

"I'm sure the teacher has changed.”

The devil is the eternal enemy of the political faction.

And it was all the more sinister because it happened at the moment when all the remnants of the Cheonryongjeon Hall were destroyed.

"Is Cheonnyongjeon trying to move the magic?"

"Well, that's the way it' If it were me, I would have moved the magic from the beginning. It may seem good to work inside the forest, but there are too many challenges. If it's a locale, hmm! If Zhuge Liang is from Zhuge Liang, there is no way he can accept a variable. I thought it was strange that he was trying to promote the Moorim League. But now you're taking out a trick."

Unprecedented fighters were constantly in and out.

The situation changed moment by moment, and information with mixed credibility began to pile up. Maeng-ju was troubled by touching her forehead with her index finger, and free and literary images were busy figuring out the available power of Maeng.

"There's a message coming from the Omniscient!"

exclaimed Hye Seok-ja with her eyes glaring.

"Bring it quickly."

The Gonryun faction was the shield of the political faction facing the front line when the Magistrate proclaimed it. And every time the Magistrate came into existence, he was swept away by hardships and suffered damage close to extinction.

"What happened to the Omniscientists?"

At the question of no prize, the question fell.

"That's not it. There's one big thing.”

"What is it?"

The mourner said, handing over a message sent by Gonryunpa, who even used the script.

"Thousands of unknown fighters came up from the south. While moving in a hundred units, a fight broke out with the members of the clan, and they disappeared toward the Sin River. And in contrast to the original records, we found that they were the remnants of the Magistrate who fled south during the war."

Mu-sang snorted a snort with his lips twitching.

"Hmph! You've got more heads. I can beat the devil all day!"

On the other hand, Maeng-ju couldn't release his firm expression.

"The magic of the moment had not escaped the defeat of the Chungmah World War. The biggest problem was the absence of the heavenly horse and the loss of legitimacy."

The mourner was told.

"If the remnants of the south become one with the Wagon of the Shingang River, they will regain their legitimacy. They can use the word Protestant. And if that happens, 된다면··."."."."."."

Everyone saved their breath.

When I frown just by imagining it, I thought of existence.

One of the losers opened their mouths negligently.

"After that, he'll try to make a heavenly horse."

"I don't care what the drunkard left behind.He must have mastered the wine. Then it will prove that Zhuge Liang was not the head of the Cheonnyongjeon, but a servant, and eventually the last survivor of the masterpiece hidden in the Magyo will rise to the heavenly Horse.”

"Just the appearance of a heavenly horse will show your back and there will be plenty of people to run away. That's what a heavenly horse is."

The lord added a word to the worryless words.

"You must stop the appearance of the heavenly horse."

"No one knows the location of the Magistrate who fled to the Han River. For decades, we've only identified the territory of Paldaemaga, even if it's forest blindness. And even if the location of the Magistrate is known, who would go all the way to the Shingang?"

The Shingang River is so far from the midfield that it is nothing new. Therefore, it was a place that could not be easily reached no matter how much they cried out for consultation.

Then the manga chug brought up the story from a different point of view.

"Why heavenly horse? Wasn't Shinma's heart-to-heart above the dignity of the Heavenly Horse that is it not? Nevertheless, I can't help but worry that if a heavenly horse appears, it's also a mixture of someone's will."

The statue recited lamentably, leaning against his back.

"It's a night before the storm. "What will happen?"

Then a gust of wind began to swirl around the Maengjujeon Hall.

Then Lee Hwon popped out of it and snorted.

"You sound like a night before the storm!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun