Chapter 209
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“Isn’t a good name like that? I think it was called by the name of the parchment of revelation at that time. ”
Bertelgia listened to Marrakech and immediately responded.
“The image of the instrument of the word of God is often changed.”
Marakia accepted part of Bertelgia’s words and soon pointed out as sharp as his beak.
“But in my time there was no tower of hermits. Although I have not seen it directly because of the curse of extinction, the message says that the place where the tablets of the apocalypse was kept was the tree of dead life within the realm of Lizardman’s kingdom at that time. ”
“Are you referring to the Tower of the Hermit? If the book of the disaster changed its name, what could the name of the tower that stores it change? ”
In response to Bertelgia’s objection, Marrakech crossed his head and spoke in a dumb tone as always.
“The tree of dead life is located in the center of the continent. There is no snow in the center of the continent. Not stacked. This is a big skew south from the center of the continent. So it is cold and it snows. ”
Marakia said that, she closed her cold wings.
Although joining inhabitants are not very warm, Marakia’s body age is several months old.
Immature body to face the cold below freezing.
Kim Sungchul Speaking in a calm tone, he felt the movement of Marakia floating in the pocket of his spare.
“I will give you a suit.”
“I do not wear clothing unless it is embellished with precious stones and gold.”
Marrakech spoke proudly.
However, when Kim Seong-chul took out the faded rug from the Soul Warehouse, he wrote it upside down.
Bertelgia does not open his eyes and see.
As she stood in front of Marrakech like a grim reaper, Maracaia turned her eyes and made a grievance.
“A true king covers the wind with a blanket and covers the night sky with a blanket. It’s only about this piece of cloth that’s within the acceptable range. ”
Soon Kim’s group arrived by the familiar collapsed cabin.
The hut where the last Luteginian knight, Tangritra died for his village, now turned into a ruin because no one lived.
Bertelgia murmured when he saw the hut.
“Baron, how are you?”
Kim Sungchul, who heard Bertelgia’s murmur, suddenly remembered that Bertelgia had played with Griffon, called Baron.
“Wait, can I check if there is a Baron?”
There was no particular reason.
The reason is that the time is too early now.
The new sun is now dawning a bit early for the average person.
‘It’s roughly between 5 and 6 am’
A little bit of time needs to be taken.
Kim Sungchul Thinking so, headed back to the old ruthegine knight’s mansion behind Bertelgia and Marrakech.
“Wow! Baron! ”
Gryphon was always in a dignified place, not far from the tomb of Tangrit.
The reins were freed and are now free, but they were still guarding the grave of the former master and comrade.
Kim Sungchul When I saw the gryphon, I felt a strange ringing in my heart.
It is a positive sound.
Ever sincerely wanted, but never felt.
‘The beast is better than a man.’
Kim Sungchul approached the baron as he was attracted and stroked the mane around the neck, which was thick and powerful.
“Phigiyi… . ”
Marrakech trembled whether Gryphon was a little scary.
“Why? Maracaia? Are you scared to see Griffon? ”
“Not a wild beast or a flying beast? What is this?”
Maracaia had never seen Griffon.
Bertelgia read the maraca’s dreadful sign and sneaked up.
Maracaia, like a kangaroo, was strongly denied.
“Well, don’t be funny. Does it sound that I, the king of all things, are afraid of seeing a single beauty? ”
“Ho? It seems like the king’s body trembles a little. Is this purely how you feel? ”
Kim Sungchul, who looked at it When I was young, I remembered an ancient Chinese figure who was impressed by a faded book.
The longevity of wearing gold crowns on the top, riding on red tomas, wielding a quarrel drama, and cutting down countless soldiers like straw.
‘There was a follicle among people and red toma in horses. But this is a book… Should I add the word Bertelgia to the book? ‘
While Kim Seong-cheol had an interesting imagination inside, Marakia and Bertelgia continued to fight.
The unbearable Maraciah raised his finger to the baron and spoke in a trembling voice.
“That’s… It is a harmful beast. ”
“Are you not harmful?”
Bertelgia fled and approached the baron.
But when Bartellesia approached, Baron pecked with a beak cooked dozens of times larger than that of Marrakech.
“What did I say? Wasn’t it a harmful beast? ”
Maracaia smiled as she fingered as if she was in the last place.
Baron, who refused Bertelgia’s approach, accepted Kim’s hand as Kim Sung-cheol approached.
Kim Sungchul discovered that he was much thinner than when he first met.
The body was hidden under the feathers.
‘These wings are inconvenient, so it’s hard to hunt properly.’
Kim Sungchul stared at the wings of the broken Gryphon.
A lot of hands, bothersome and take a long time, but some treatment may be able to fix the wings.
After spending some time next to Baron Kim Sungchul, he moved to the Tower of Hermit.
A number of national officials and crew members were still crowded in the ship’s marina.
They came out of the barracks, preparing breakfast, drinking tea, and preparing for the coming day.
To go to the Tower of the Hermit, you must pass by them.
Unwilling, but Kim Sungchul headed to the marina with a short and fast pace, hoping to pass safely.
No one really cared about Kim Sung-chul.
Everybody was doing their own work, but one or two people who noticed a stranger passed by.
As she passed the marina, she was impressed that the atmosphere of the Kim Sungchul crew was significantly different from the past.
A barrier that was previously unseen is laid at each marina.
Knights and crew were also thoroughly exchanged within their borders. Invisible boundaries and checks were flowing throughout the marina.
It was a strange experience for Kim Seong-chul.
Although countries are different, they are members of a community that is united in a large framework called the World Council.
‘Are something happening?’
Kim Seong-cheol’s reasonable doubts were firmly established in the vacant land between the end of the marina and Toporo village.
A corpse of a knight was left nailed to a tree.
Bertelgia was terrible enough to make a disturbing sound.
Murderers or plural murderers were not enough to kill knights, and they damaged their bodies. The intestines from the hungry boats were long stretched.
Kim Sungchul Slightly squeezed Maracaia again and examined the condition of the body.
The cold air cooled down, but less than half a day had passed.
Perhaps he was killed overnight.
Kim Sungchul I saw the glyphs on the armor of the knight and discovered that it was a knight of the human empire.
The articles of other nations, who obviously knew that the knight that was killed, were the articles of the human empire, did not take any action.
“Is it the third person this month already?”
They watched the corpse from a distance and only wandered around, and did not take action to cure the corpse or to inform the empire of this.
A distant knight gathered his hand toward Kim Seong-cheol and gave a loud warning.
“Hey. countryman. It’s better not to touch the body. You might get caught by the empire elders later! ”
Knights from other countries giggle at each other, looking at what was so funny.
It was more than an episode rather than an incident, but Kim Sungchul felt a foreboding here.
[Breakdown of Affection and Humanity, Toporo]
Kim Sungchul entered the village of Toporo through the familiar signboard. The smell of bakery tickled his nose comfortably, but Kim Sung-chul’s impression in the village was close to the worst.
Bae Eun-deok, Juan Mucci.
That’s all Kim’s appreciation for the village.
A few villagers recognized Kim Sung-cheol and lost their feelings.
“Three .. Enemies of the world!”
“He Came Again!”
The bell tower of the village was noisy. Several vigilantes jumped in and out and stopped Kim Sung-chul.
“Hhoo. Can I get out of the boat? ”
Marakia took off the carpet and said in a confident tone.
The inhabitants of Maracaia, who had hidden the rug, were even more surprised.
“What is that bird?”
“Crowd? Small but very ominous! ”
Even the enemy of the world is full of weird monsters came to me.
Kim Sungchul stared at the vigilante guard against himself and said just one word.
The power of the work, with its subtle displeasure, was immediate. If not, the vigilantes scattered like chaff. There was a guy who squeezed back to the back of the hip.
Still, the vigilante believes that there is a corner of the two knights in the tavern were drawn to the scene by the villagers’ hands.
Kim Sungchul Although they did not recognize their faces, the articles recognized Kim Sung-chul’s face at a glance and ran away as quickly as other residents.
‘Your face is sold a lot.’
In the past few people noticed, but when the palace was invaded in the face of a big sell.
Perhaps a portrait almost in the corner of the world is almost like Kim Sung-chul.
Anyway, nobody was blocking Kim’s front. Kim Sungchul We walked towards the hermit’s tower, which was full of eaters and stood still in a mirror-clear lake.
“Cloudy. Is this the tower of the hermit? There’s quite a taste in the atmosphere. ”
Marakia said, looking at the tower of the hermit.
“Is it different from the tree of dead life that you know?”
Marrakech replied, chewing big eyes.
“Cannot be the same. Even if dead, the world tree is the world tree. The tree of dead life is said to have reached its height. Compared to that tower… It’s simple. ”
Kim Sungchul thought of it.
‘Does the location of objects serving as a book of disaster change from time to time?’
Questions about things surrounding disaster, not disaster.
It is a subject I have never thought of before.
What was important was always a disaster from God itself, and others were only secondary.
However, the encounters with those who solved the disaster and lived in other times, the mysterious writings of God, especially the stories that Deathport conveyed, broadened Kim’s vision not only to the disaster itself but also to the periphery.
Kim Sungchul Up until now, she has been working on the groundwork to save Rhyme Haimer’s daughter, Krya.
‘But the hermit’s tower is clearly a god… It must be made at least by divine power. ‘
Kim Sungchul stared at the tower of the growing hermit by crossing the stepping bridge to the tower of the hermit.
Soon, a hermit of gray robes appeared and approached Kim. He recognized Kim Sung-chul at a glance and entered the tower.
The owner of the tower, Porpirus, told Kim Sung-chul to come here anytime, but he was still a synonym for fear of the world.
The door of the tower, which was closed for a while, reopened and a familiar figure appeared.
A flaming red hair and a reptile’s eyes looked into the sky.
Hermit for anti-human use. Carnes.
She came out to meet Kim Seong-chul.
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“Isn’t a good name like that? I think it was called by the name of the parchment of revelation at that time. ”
Bertelgia listened to Marrakech and immediately responded.
“The image of the instrument of the word of God is often changed.”
Marakia accepted part of Bertelgia’s words and soon pointed out as sharp as his beak.
“But in my time there was no tower of hermits. Although I have not seen it directly because of the curse of extinction, the message says that the place where the tablets of the apocalypse was kept was the tree of dead life within the realm of Lizardman’s kingdom at that time. ”
“Are you referring to the Tower of the Hermit? If the book of the disaster changed its name, what could the name of the tower that stores it change? ”
In response to Bertelgia’s objection, Marrakech crossed his head and spoke in a dumb tone as always.
“The tree of dead life is located in the center of the continent. There is no snow in the center of the continent. Not stacked. This is a big skew south from the center of the continent. So it is cold and it snows. ”
Marakia said that, she closed her cold wings.
Although joining inhabitants are not very warm, Marakia’s body age is several months old.
Immature body to face the cold below freezing.
Kim Sungchul Speaking in a calm tone, he felt the movement of Marakia floating in the pocket of his spare.
“I will give you a suit.”
“I do not wear clothing unless it is embellished with precious stones and gold.”
Marrakech spoke proudly.
However, when Kim Seong-chul took out the faded rug from the Soul Warehouse, he wrote it upside down.
Bertelgia does not open his eyes and see.
As she stood in front of Marrakech like a grim reaper, Maracaia turned her eyes and made a grievance.
“A true king covers the wind with a blanket and covers the night sky with a blanket. It’s only about this piece of cloth that’s within the acceptable range. ”
Soon Kim’s group arrived by the familiar collapsed cabin.
The hut where the last Luteginian knight, Tangritra died for his village, now turned into a ruin because no one lived.
Bertelgia murmured when he saw the hut.
“Baron, how are you?”
Kim Sungchul, who heard Bertelgia’s murmur, suddenly remembered that Bertelgia had played with Griffon, called Baron.
“Wait, can I check if there is a Baron?”
There was no particular reason.
The reason is that the time is too early now.
The new sun is now dawning a bit early for the average person.
‘It’s roughly between 5 and 6 am’
A little bit of time needs to be taken.
Kim Sungchul Thinking so, headed back to the old ruthegine knight’s mansion behind Bertelgia and Marrakech.
“Wow! Baron! ”
Gryphon was always in a dignified place, not far from the tomb of Tangrit.
The reins were freed and are now free, but they were still guarding the grave of the former master and comrade.
Kim Sungchul When I saw the gryphon, I felt a strange ringing in my heart.
It is a positive sound.
Ever sincerely wanted, but never felt.
‘The beast is better than a man.’
Kim Sungchul approached the baron as he was attracted and stroked the mane around the neck, which was thick and powerful.
“Phigiyi… . ”
Marrakech trembled whether Gryphon was a little scary.
“Why? Maracaia? Are you scared to see Griffon? ”
“Not a wild beast or a flying beast? What is this?”
Maracaia had never seen Griffon.
Bertelgia read the maraca’s dreadful sign and sneaked up.
Maracaia, like a kangaroo, was strongly denied.
“Well, don’t be funny. Does it sound that I, the king of all things, are afraid of seeing a single beauty? ”
“Ho? It seems like the king’s body trembles a little. Is this purely how you feel? ”
Kim Sungchul, who looked at it When I was young, I remembered an ancient Chinese figure who was impressed by a faded book.
The longevity of wearing gold crowns on the top, riding on red tomas, wielding a quarrel drama, and cutting down countless soldiers like straw.
‘There was a follicle among people and red toma in horses. But this is a book… Should I add the word Bertelgia to the book? ‘
While Kim Seong-cheol had an interesting imagination inside, Marakia and Bertelgia continued to fight.
The unbearable Maraciah raised his finger to the baron and spoke in a trembling voice.
“That’s… It is a harmful beast. ”
“Are you not harmful?”
Bertelgia fled and approached the baron.
But when Bartellesia approached, Baron pecked with a beak cooked dozens of times larger than that of Marrakech.
“What did I say? Wasn’t it a harmful beast? ”
Maracaia smiled as she fingered as if she was in the last place.
Baron, who refused Bertelgia’s approach, accepted Kim’s hand as Kim Sung-cheol approached.
Kim Sungchul discovered that he was much thinner than when he first met.
The body was hidden under the feathers.
‘These wings are inconvenient, so it’s hard to hunt properly.’
Kim Sungchul stared at the wings of the broken Gryphon.
A lot of hands, bothersome and take a long time, but some treatment may be able to fix the wings.
After spending some time next to Baron Kim Sungchul, he moved to the Tower of Hermit.
A number of national officials and crew members were still crowded in the ship’s marina.
They came out of the barracks, preparing breakfast, drinking tea, and preparing for the coming day.
To go to the Tower of the Hermit, you must pass by them.
Unwilling, but Kim Sungchul headed to the marina with a short and fast pace, hoping to pass safely.
No one really cared about Kim Sung-chul.
Everybody was doing their own work, but one or two people who noticed a stranger passed by.
As she passed the marina, she was impressed that the atmosphere of the Kim Sungchul crew was significantly different from the past.
A barrier that was previously unseen is laid at each marina.
Knights and crew were also thoroughly exchanged within their borders. Invisible boundaries and checks were flowing throughout the marina.
It was a strange experience for Kim Seong-chul.
Although countries are different, they are members of a community that is united in a large framework called the World Council.
‘Are something happening?’
Kim Seong-cheol’s reasonable doubts were firmly established in the vacant land between the end of the marina and Toporo village.
A corpse of a knight was left nailed to a tree.
Bertelgia was terrible enough to make a disturbing sound.
Murderers or plural murderers were not enough to kill knights, and they damaged their bodies. The intestines from the hungry boats were long stretched.
Kim Sungchul Slightly squeezed Maracaia again and examined the condition of the body.
The cold air cooled down, but less than half a day had passed.
Perhaps he was killed overnight.
Kim Sungchul I saw the glyphs on the armor of the knight and discovered that it was a knight of the human empire.
The articles of other nations, who obviously knew that the knight that was killed, were the articles of the human empire, did not take any action.
“Is it the third person this month already?”
They watched the corpse from a distance and only wandered around, and did not take action to cure the corpse or to inform the empire of this.
A distant knight gathered his hand toward Kim Seong-cheol and gave a loud warning.
“Hey. countryman. It’s better not to touch the body. You might get caught by the empire elders later! ”
Knights from other countries giggle at each other, looking at what was so funny.
It was more than an episode rather than an incident, but Kim Sungchul felt a foreboding here.
[Breakdown of Affection and Humanity, Toporo]
Kim Sungchul entered the village of Toporo through the familiar signboard. The smell of bakery tickled his nose comfortably, but Kim Sung-chul’s impression in the village was close to the worst.
Bae Eun-deok, Juan Mucci.
That’s all Kim’s appreciation for the village.
A few villagers recognized Kim Sung-cheol and lost their feelings.
“Three .. Enemies of the world!”
“He Came Again!”
The bell tower of the village was noisy. Several vigilantes jumped in and out and stopped Kim Sung-chul.
“Hhoo. Can I get out of the boat? ”
Marakia took off the carpet and said in a confident tone.
The inhabitants of Maracaia, who had hidden the rug, were even more surprised.
“What is that bird?”
“Crowd? Small but very ominous! ”
Even the enemy of the world is full of weird monsters came to me.
Kim Sungchul stared at the vigilante guard against himself and said just one word.
The power of the work, with its subtle displeasure, was immediate. If not, the vigilantes scattered like chaff. There was a guy who squeezed back to the back of the hip.
Still, the vigilante believes that there is a corner of the two knights in the tavern were drawn to the scene by the villagers’ hands.
Kim Sungchul Although they did not recognize their faces, the articles recognized Kim Sung-chul’s face at a glance and ran away as quickly as other residents.
‘Your face is sold a lot.’
In the past few people noticed, but when the palace was invaded in the face of a big sell.
Perhaps a portrait almost in the corner of the world is almost like Kim Sung-chul.
Anyway, nobody was blocking Kim’s front. Kim Sungchul We walked towards the hermit’s tower, which was full of eaters and stood still in a mirror-clear lake.
“Cloudy. Is this the tower of the hermit? There’s quite a taste in the atmosphere. ”
Marakia said, looking at the tower of the hermit.
“Is it different from the tree of dead life that you know?”
Marrakech replied, chewing big eyes.
“Cannot be the same. Even if dead, the world tree is the world tree. The tree of dead life is said to have reached its height. Compared to that tower… It’s simple. ”
Kim Sungchul thought of it.
‘Does the location of objects serving as a book of disaster change from time to time?’
Questions about things surrounding disaster, not disaster.
It is a subject I have never thought of before.
What was important was always a disaster from God itself, and others were only secondary.
However, the encounters with those who solved the disaster and lived in other times, the mysterious writings of God, especially the stories that Deathport conveyed, broadened Kim’s vision not only to the disaster itself but also to the periphery.
Kim Sungchul Up until now, she has been working on the groundwork to save Rhyme Haimer’s daughter, Krya.
‘But the hermit’s tower is clearly a god… It must be made at least by divine power. ‘
Kim Sungchul stared at the tower of the growing hermit by crossing the stepping bridge to the tower of the hermit.
Soon, a hermit of gray robes appeared and approached Kim. He recognized Kim Sung-chul at a glance and entered the tower.
The owner of the tower, Porpirus, told Kim Sung-chul to come here anytime, but he was still a synonym for fear of the world.
The door of the tower, which was closed for a while, reopened and a familiar figure appeared.
A flaming red hair and a reptile’s eyes looked into the sky.
Hermit for anti-human use. Carnes.
She came out to meet Kim Seong-chul.
Isn't a good name like that? I think it was called by the name of the parchment of revelation at that time. Bertelgia listened to Marrakech and immediately responded. The image of the instrument of the word of God is often changed. Marakia accepted part of Bertelgia's words and soon pointed out as sharp as his beak. But in my time there was no tower of hermits. Although I have not seen it directly because of the curse of extinction, the message says that the place where the tablets of the apocalypse was kept was the tree of dead life within the realm of Lizardman's kingdom at that time. Are you referring to the Tower of the Hermit? If the book of the disaster changed its name, what could the name of the tower that stores it change? In response to Bertelgia's objection, Marrakech crossed his head and spoke in a dumb tone as always. The tree of dead life is located in the center of the continent. There is no snow in the center of the continent. Not stacked. This is a big skew south from the center of the continent. So it is cold and it snows. Marakia said that, she closed her cold wings. Although joining inhabitants are not very warm, Marakia's body age is several months old. Immature body to face the cold below freezing. Kim Sungchul Speaking in a calm tone, he felt the movement of Marakia floating in the pocket of his spare. I will give you a suit. I do not wear clothing unless it is embellished with precious stones and gold. Marrakech spoke proudly. However, when Kim Seong-chul took out the faded rug from the Soul Warehouse, he wrote it upside down. Bertelgia does not open his eyes and see. As she stood in front of Marrakech like a grim reaper, Maracaia turned her eyes and made a grievance. A true king covers the wind with a blanket and covers the night sky with a blanket. It's only about this piece of cloth that's within the acceptable range. Soon Kim's group arrived by the familiar collapsed cabin. The hut where the last Luteginian knight, Tangritra died for his village, now turned into a ruin because no one lived. Bertelgia murmured when he saw the hut. Baron, how are you? Kim Sungchul, who heard Bertelgia's murmur, suddenly remembered that Bertelgia had played with Griffon, called Baron. Wait, can I check if there is a Baron? There was no particular reason. The reason is that the time is too early now. The new sun is now dawning a bit early for the average person. It's roughly between 5 and 6 am' A little bit of time needs to be taken. Kim Sungchul Thinking so, headed back to the old ruthegine knight's mansion behind Bertelgia and Marrakech. Wow! Baron! Gryphon was always in a dignified place, not far from the tomb of Tangrit. The reins were freed and are now free, but they were still guarding the grave of the former master and comrade. Kim Sungchul When I saw the gryphon, I felt a strange ringing in my heart. It is a positive sound. Ever sincerely wanted, but never felt. The beast is better than a man.' Kim Sungchul approached the baron as he was attracted and stroked the mane around the neck, which was thick and powerful. Phigiyi . Marrakech trembled whether Gryphon was a little scary. Why? Maracaia? Are you scared to see Griffon? Not a wild beast or a flying beast? What is this? Maracaia had never seen Griffon. Bertelgia read the maraca's dreadful sign and sneaked up. Maracaia, like a kangaroo, was strongly denied. Well, don't be funny. Does it sound that I, the king of all things, are afraid of seeing a single beauty? Ho? It seems like the king's body trembles a little. Is this purely how you feel? Kim Sungchul, who looked at it When I was young, I remembered an ancient Chinese figure who was impressed by a faded book. The longevity of wearing gold crowns on the top, riding on red tomas, wielding a quarrel drama, and cutting down countless soldiers like straw. There was a follicle among people and red toma in horses. But this is a book Should I add the word Bertelgia to the book? While Kim Seong-cheol had an interesting imagination inside, Marakia and Bertelgia continued to fight. The unbearable Maraciah raised his finger to the baron and spoke in a trembling voice. That's It is a harmful beast. Are you not harmful? Bertelgia fled and approached the baron. But when Bartellesia approached, Baron pecked with a beak cooked dozens of times larger than that of Marrakech. What did I say? Wasn't it a harmful beast? Maracaia smiled as she fingered as if she was in the last place. Baron, who refused Bertelgia's approach, accepted Kim's hand as Kim Sung-cheol approached. Kim Sungchul discovered that he was much thinner than when he first met. The body was hidden under the feathers. These wings are inconvenient, so it's hard to hunt properly.' Kim Sungchul stared at the wings of the broken Gryphon. A lot of hands, bothersome and take a long time, but some treatment may be able to fix the wings. After spending some time next to Baron Kim Sungchul, he moved to the Tower of Hermit. A number of national officials and crew members were still crowded in the ship's marina. They came out of the barracks, preparing breakfast, drinking tea, and preparing for the coming day. To go to the Tower of the Hermit, you must pass by them. Unwilling, but Kim Sungchul headed to the marina with a short and fast pace, hoping to pass safely. No one really cared about Kim Sung-chul. Everybody was doing their own work, but one or two people who noticed a stranger passed by. As she passed the marina, she was impressed that the atmosphere of the Kim Sungchul crew was significantly different from the past. A barrier that was previously unseen is laid at each marina. Knights and crew were also thoroughly exchanged within their borders. Invisible boundaries and checks were flowing throughout the marina. It was a strange experience for Kim Seong-chul. Although countries are different, they are members of a community that is united in a large framework called the World Council. Are something happening?' Kim Seong-cheol's reasonable doubts were firmly established in the vacant land between the end of the marina and Toporo village. A corpse of a knight was left nailed to a tree. Bertelgia was terrible enough to make a disturbing sound. Murderers or plural murderers were not enough to kill knights, and they damaged their bodies. The intestines from the hungry boats were long stretched. Kim Sungchul Slightly squeezed Maracaia again and examined the condition of the body. The cold air cooled down, but less than half a day had passed. Perhaps he was killed overnight. Kim Sungchul I saw the glyphs on the armor of the knight and discovered that it was a knight of the human empire. The articles of other nations, who obviously knew that the knight that was killed, were the articles of the human empire, did not take any action. Is it the third person this month already? They watched the corpse from a distance and only wandered around, and did not take action to cure the corpse or to inform the empire of this. A distant knight gathered his hand toward Kim Seong-cheol and gave a loud warning. Hey. countryman. It's better not to touch the body. You might get caught by the empire elders later! Knights from other countries giggle at each other, looking at what was so funny. It was more than an episode rather than an incident, but Kim Sungchul felt a foreboding here. Breakdown of Affection and Humanity, Toporo Kim Sungchul entered the village of Toporo through the familiar signboard. The smell of bakery tickled his nose comfortably, but Kim Sung-chul's impression in the village was close to the worst. Bae Eun-deok, Juan Mucci. That's all Kim's appreciation for the village. A few villagers recognized Kim Sung-cheol and lost their feelings. Three .. Enemies of the world! He Came Again! The bell tower of the village was noisy. Several vigilantes jumped in and out and stopped Kim Sung-chul. Hhoo. Can I get out of the boat? Marakia took off the carpet and said in a confident tone. The inhabitants of Maracaia, who had hidden the rug, were even more surprised. What is that bird? Crowd? Small but very ominous! Even the enemy of the world is full of weird monsters came to me. Kim Sungchul stared at the vigilante guard against himself and said just one word. The power of the work, with its subtle displeasure, was immediate. If not, the vigilantes scattered like chaff. There was a guy who squeezed back to the back of the hip. Still, the vigilante believes that there is a corner of the two knights in the tavern were drawn to the scene by the villagers' hands. Kim Sungchul Although they did not recognize their faces, the articles recognized Kim Sung-chul's face at a glance and ran away as quickly as other residents. Your face is sold a lot.' In the past few people noticed, but when the palace was invaded in the face of a big sell. Perhaps a portrait almost in the corner of the world is almost like Kim Sung-chul. Anyway, nobody was blocking Kim's front. Kim Sungchul We walked towards the hermit's tower, which was full of eaters and stood still in a mirror-clear lake. Cloudy. Is this the tower of the hermit? There's quite a taste in the atmosphere. Marakia said, looking at the tower of the hermit. Is it different from the tree of dead life that you know? Marrakech replied, chewing big eyes. Cannot be the same. Even if dead, the world tree is the world tree. The tree of dead life is said to have reached its height. Compared to that tower It's simple. Kim Sungchul thought of it. Does the location of objects serving as a book of disaster change from time to time?' Questions about things surrounding disaster, not disaster. It is a subject I have never thought of before. What was important was always a disaster from God itself, and others were only secondary. However, the encounters with those who solved the disaster and lived in other times, the mysterious writings of God, especially the stories that Deathport conveyed, broadened Kim's vision not only to the disaster itself but also to the periphery. Kim Sungchul Up until now, she has been working on the groundwork to save Rhyme Haimer's daughter, Krya. But the hermit's tower is clearly a god It must be made at least by divine power. Kim Sungchul stared at the tower of the growing hermit by crossing the stepping bridge to the tower of the hermit. Soon, a hermit of gray robes appeared and approached Kim. He recognized Kim Sung-chul at a glance and entered the tower. The owner of the tower, Porpirus, told Kim Sung-chul to come here anytime, but he was still a synonym for fear of the world. The door of the tower, which was closed for a while, reopened and a familiar figure appeared. A flaming red hair and a reptile's eyes looked into the sky. Hermit for anti-human use. Carnes. She came out to meet Kim Seong-chul.
