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I met him. # I was kicked out of the gate early in the morning?
After burying all the villagers, Choi moves to the villagers in the direction they remembered. The direction is Western City. Choi has been in high school for over 10 years. Of course, it was time for survival to survive in the forest of darkness. He was more rational than he thought.
'I come to report to the castle.'
A remote village. But Harris village was Yeongji of Count Hetunis. So I wanted to get a small funeral at the best.
And for a moment I lost my temper, so I was going to find out about those who had not killed anything. However, it was the first to honor the soul of the dead.
'Oh, how can you see a lot of people.'
But I lost the precious people who were born in a few decades at a time, so I can not help but twist my mind for a while. At that time, Kale walks occasionally and falsifies his gusty once in a while. He recalled what Kale had said in the book.
["What do you do with our Yeongji thing when you die dozens of things like that? A drink I drink is more expensive than yours. "]
And he said with a smile.
["It is a fun idea. I wonder if that idea will change or not. "]
["Do you want to experiment?"]
The experiment was to die enough to kill Kale. And even though Kale was such a great thing, his thoughts did not change until the end.
"Oh, creepy."
Kale watched his arm creep up on his arm, stroking his arm. Bill Ross had a quick sip of his car. And the moment I saw the window, it creeped once again.
'That's him.'
The moment we just opened the gate in the morning. A boy who wears clothes full of marks like a fire in every corner. It was the best.
Kale did not stand up immediately but observed the utmost.
His speed, which ran like crazy over the distance of a week in a common wagon, was amazing, but that was not the case. Of course, it was a mess because of what happened in the village.
Leaning down his head, Choi was hindered by guards. I do not know what he meant, but he shook his head at the guard's end.
'I'm asking if I have an ID card.'
The western city guards were generally gentle. But the rules were strictly kept. The character of Count Dertt, the Prince, is revealed.
"It's kicked out."
As expected, Choi finally went out of the gates again. Choi did not rebel. Because he had told him not to kill an innocent person.
'Choi waits for the night as it is, and at night it will sneak over the wall.'
Then, at night, she meets Kale, who is drinking and playing.
Gain Profit. Kale was alone, so he was standing up and the chairs sounded loud enough. He went down and told Bilox at the counter.
"I'll be out for a while. Do not take my seat. "
"Yes, Confucius, I'll see you later."
Kale went out of the teahouse, ignoring Bill Ross' s smile.
"Did not break anything!"
I heard someone's voice in the tea house, but Kale did not care. Today he had to lay down a rope to get a shield that would not break.
Unbreakable shield.
It does not mean things. The closest thing is the intangible shield similar to Magician's shield. But the contents in it were very different. It is a power similar to magic power rather than psychic power.
And it was funny, but the power was created, but the human being was god but he was excommunicated.
'It was a very strange thing.'
As in all the fantasy history, there was an ancient history in this world. In ancient times, magic was not developed, and solid swordsmiths and swords were not developed either.
It was a supernatural happening, or a gift that was born with power. The greatest powers in society were such as psychic, divine, and natural forces. It was primitive.
Some of those forces have been left in places or objects and have existed in many parts of the continent for a long time. It was a force that could be obtained by solving only a few conditions.
Ancient power. The power was taken by the heroes, and they were used to the extent that they were occasionally used instead of being their mainstay.
Those powers were the strength that Kale wanted to gain.
'Of course, the divine power is excluded.'
God, the angel, the devil. I did not want to get involved with things.
In the end, the power Kale was trying to gain was a natural and natural force.
'So you do not have to try.'
And it was perfect for the power he wanted. Does not fencing or magic eventually endeavor. I did not like that.
Unlike other books, ancient civilization in the birth of this hero was not so strong.
The power of nature left by ancient primitive civilization was inferior to that of spiritualism which established magic and rules using nature that developed and achieved by mankind. Psychic powers are the same. The humorous psychic powers are flying to one side.
It was not for the heroes to use it as a sidewalk.
'And gathering all those ludicrous things that are strong enough.'
It was a pleasing goal.
He also knew the ancient powers that strengthened the subtle powers.
Kale began to look for the ancient powers that were buried in Western City to achieve that goal. He knows how to get that power.
"Confucius. Greetings.
To the owner of the bakery who leans on the ground as if he could reach his head on the ground, Kale took his head and greeted him. Ugh. The owner of the baker made a sound of breathing, but Keil was doing something he did not know because he was embarrassed by the owner of the bakery, who was beaten up by his own self.
"Give me bread."
"Yes?"
Kale said firmly, pointing all the bread on the bakery shelf.
"From here to there."
Clink. One of the gold coins Kale pulled out of the counter.
"Packed."
Kale added to the bakery owner who had settled.
"If you give two more gold coins for a week, it will be worth the bread?"
The eyes of the owner of the baker watching the gold coins went to Kale. The garage was full of bread. Kale responded bluntly toward the shaking eyes.
"If you do not like it, go somewhere else."
"Oh, no! Confucius! I'll do it as soon as I can! "
Baker owner moved very politely and very quickly in a different sense than before. Kale came out of the bakery carrying a bag of wrapped bread inside his shoulders.
Even the bread weighed quite a bit. Kale 's face was frowned upon at the weight, and he went out into the street ignoring the hostess at the bakery.
Kale walked the streets with ease as they watched him face each other, staring at him and looking away from the corner, avoiding eye contact.
'Certainly different from Korea. Fantasy world too. '
Kale wandered around the market, featuring a typical fantasy feel.
“Umm . . .
Towns
The merchants who met each time were surprised and avoided his gaze. 쯧쯧. You must have done a lot to get rid of it. Kale curses Kale himself and leaves west of the city to head west.
There is a slum in the west. No matter how wealthy Yeongji is, there are poor people. Normally people will think.
'Oh, is it a gift to give to poor people to eat?'
But unfortunately it was not.
As soon as Kale entered the ghetto, he was able to see his gaze. Maybe it was the most idle, maybe even the most intense living space.
No matter how poor the face of the lord is, I know the face of Kale. People who did not have a place to play in the market, in the pub, in the plaza, or anywhere else had to know better.
"쯧."
However, there was a gaze that caught up with whether it was the scent of fragrance that came from Kale, even though it was a pussy. Kale ignored it and urged her to walk.
His expensive leather shoe nose became a bit dirty in the marsh. An unknown rump was circling around Kale 's nose and his face was naturally wrinkled.
His stride became even faster. The slums were on one side of a small hillside and were in old houses. He headed to the top of the hill. Then the gaze that caught up and the pace gradually decreased. It was also due to Kale's sharp vision.
'It's better here.'
As he was liberated from the rut, he looked back at the top of the hill for a moment and looked down on Western City. Funny was the hill rather than the height of the castle. I could not place the slums higher than myself in the castle.
Kale slipped out of the impression and went up to the tree in a fairly high circular wall at the top. Kale 's waist – rounded fence collapsed into the hands of Kale, with the wooden doors that could go inside decayed.
It was a big tree that seemed to live well for hundreds of years. The trees in the slums are usually made of firewood or peeled off the tree, which is not the case.
The reason was simple. The answer came to Kale 's ear. It was the only line of sight that followed him from the bottom of the slum.
"He, the tree can not come near!"
Kale ignored the voice. Then, once again, I heard a voice.
"I can not! People are eating snacks! "
People eating trees.
All those who died hanging their necks on this tree became mummies overnight. And when the blood reaches this tree, the blood disappeared in an instant.
And near this tree is only soil. There was no grass or wild flower.
It's the tree Kale was looking for.
A long time ago, ancient. He was obsessed with eating enough to be kicked out of the place because of the food, even though he was in the position of god. The man starved to death.
It was this tree that grew on it, and the power and the power of the man was in this tree. The power of the unbreakable shield Kale was looking for.
How primitive, local and mysterious. Ancient power was usually this mystery.
Kale took the bread out of the turret and carefully observed the adult head hole in the tree.
I think I will have to start working out the owner of that voice once. However, before he had expelled that voice, the voice of a larger one burst out as the squirrel cale was no longer visible outside the wall. His voice was shaking.
"I'm dying! I can not! "
Kale pressed her face with her fingers.
Whew.
The more you turn to the tree that catches the tops, the fewer people come along. The main character of the voice continued to catch up.
'Wherever you go, there are things that are wide.'
Kale turned his head with a bunch of faces. Then the girl, about ten years old, looked at Kale while holding her brother 's hand. The eyes were full of restless irritability.
As Kale stared at the impression with a grin, the girl lingered and mumbled.
"People are catching me. Lord, I am dying. "
"I will not die."
He took two breads from the turret and threw it near the girl. I did not care if I rolled it on the ground because it was wrapped bread.
"Take it off."
The boy picked up the loaf of bread, but the girl still lingered. In the end, Kale had to write his strengths on his appearance. He got up and pushed his face out of the wall.
"Do not you know you do not know Kale?"
The face of the girl was white. The younger brother looked up at the kale, and picked up the bread of his sister and pulled the girl.
Sibling
Y..yes.
The girl looked at the tree and kale alternately while being dragged.
"I should not die."
As she watched a girl talking to the end, Kale kicked her tongue once and confirmed that no one was nearby, and sat down under the tree. The people outside the wall could not see what he was doing until he came close to the wall.
"shall we start."
He experimented with a piece of bread and put it in a hole in the bottom of the tree. The hand soon disappeared into the darkness of the tree, and Kale felt that the bread was gone with a cool aura.
I felt like I would be sucked into my hand. He quickly dismissed his hand.
The darkness was still in the pit of the tree.
"If you die unjustly, you have to release the one."
The tree that eats man is not a tree that eats man;
It was the only remaining power left by the dead and dead. This is an ancient power. It was funny but rather local.
'I thought I had to feed until the black color was gone.'
The darkness in the pit of the tree was not the darkness of the shade. It was the darkness made by Han.
One person. Do not be with others. The darkness gradually fades as one person supplies more than a certain amount of food. And finally, the light that was hidden in the dark appeared.
When you eat that light, the power of the "unbreakable shield" becomes Kale's.
"Eat a lot."
Kale puts the entrance of the turtle into a wooden hole, and tears away the bread. If it was normal, a hole in the tree that was not so big would have to be filled with bread, but when I removed the turret, I still saw a hole in the empty space.
"I'll put more than one heat barrel."
The darkness of the hole became fainter than before.
Heat gun. Three million kelons were kale, which is a pocket money allowance.
Woo Woong – A strange cry was echoing from the tree. It sounded more like hungry. The darkness seemed to attract him.
"…I'm a bit scared. "
Kale stood up from his seat. It did not seem like long.
"What is that guy?"
The food was terrible.
"I'll come again tomorrow."
Kouyl came out of the roundabout. As soon as he entered the slum outside the wall, he could see his brother and sister eating bread at the entrance.
When I said that it was not a tree to eat, I was eating bread very well. A good girl and a boy were very good.
"Hey."
Kale ignored the gaze of two brothers and sisters gazing at the look. That gaze was more bread than himself, but now he was headed for an empty bag. I will probably be curious.
But what would they do? What can you do?
They are children who are afraid because they can not get near the trees they eat. But it would be nice to give some protection. It was a big day if the children were approaching and they put their heads in the holes and they were eaten.
[The children of the slums are not afraid. It is because the rice is more precious to the children than the flying sword. And always near death. So death is not afraid. I'm rather afraid to hungry.]
It was a passage from the birth of the hero.
Kale told two brothers and sisters.
"If you want to eat bread tomorrow, I'm closing my mouth."
The two brothers and sisters did not say anything. I had already closed my mouth. Like a girl who lingered before, the girl blocked her brother's mouth and pretended not to see Kale. I thought it was pretty clever, and Kale seemed to smile sneakily and slipped out of the slums.
The slums who knew that Kale had come to the top, looked at him in the eye of what he was doing, but Kale was good at it.
The people outside the ghetto looked at Kale strangely, but Kale did not care about this.
"Did you come?"
As Kale came into the tea shop that I found again, Bill Ross welcomed me with great enthusiasm.
"Yes, a cup of tea. This time it's cool. "
Kale sat back to his seat on the third floor. It was quite a crowded time, but there was no one on the third floor. Everyone should have avoided the scum. So Kale enjoyed the space.
"I came here for tea. There are some desserts. "
"Oh yeah. Thank you
Kale swallowed a cool car with only the gates out the window. Bill Ross quietly left the third floor while observing Kale 's face, which he said with grim eyes.
Kale then ordered tea and desserts many times and watched out the window, slowly rising in the sky as the night came and darkened.
It 's time to go to the scary guy outside the castle.
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