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By Yook So-Nan
건 Gun International ⑵ Gun International is not only visitors but also merchants.
For the merchants, it was a big part of the world.
And among them, the scorpions were added to the date of January 4, and they reached the highest point.
Opening in Dresden, a multitude of people from all over the world come to New York to celebrate this year's fortunes.
Even if you do not believe in superstition, even if you are a new year, you have to play it once or twice.
There were many astrologers on the streets in search of such a scene.
And Dvinacon, who took his place on the street of Laurel trees, was one of those.
He was traveling with his grandmother.
"The trains rush over the steel roads, and the Magician are making teleport games.
What is this? " I tried to lament but it was unavoidable.
His grandmother was a character that emphasized tradition as a mob.
Dvinachon lifted both hands to say that he would not ride anything unless he could walk and not make a carriage of his ancestor's way.
In fact, the carriage was not considered to be such a bad transportation.
The wagon was a great means of transportation for those people who always wander around and dot the place.
If you find a suitable spot, stop it.
Then the place became a place of residence and became a place.
In fact, it was only a matter of failing to do business because of the fact that it was a problem.
'No, actually, that's the biggest problem.' There was no guest.
In spite of the fact that it was the best place to go international with the New Year, there was not a single guest in his collection.
It was a natural result.
On the streets of Dresden where Gunn International celebrated, various events were held and attractions were found throughout the city.
I will not come to this place after such a situation, and no one will come into the carriage even with a pungent smell.
"I also dispose of the carriage, and I have to take a seat on the side of the center, damn it." When Divinacon spit out his complaint, he heard a strange song with a constant rhythm behind his back.
As he turned his back, there was someone behind the curtain.
There was a creepy corner at first glance at the low tone.
I did not want to hear it when I was fine, but now I do not like to hear more.
Divinouchon walked in the tent and yelled.
"I do not feel like I'm a nurse, but I can not stop singing that strange song. That's why no guests are coming. " The drip stopped.
The elderly man with deep wrinkles saw his tongue.
"Why does it blame the song?
It's because of you. " "The second thing I can not say is that I can not.
I really do not want to hear that song.
I am really thrilled in my heart. " "Do not say you do not want to listen.
This song is a song that has been handed down since the time of the ancestors.
It is the essence that contains all of our divination. " Dvinacchon was not able to rebel against his grandmother's words.
Surely it was not an ordinary song.
The songs consisted of words that had no meaning, and they consisted of odd rhythms that shook the listener's feelings.
It was not a long time travel, but he wandered around the continent.
But I have not seen such strange songs anywhere.
"In the beginning, this song is a singing song when you hit a point.
I do not want to hear it because I do not want to listen to a true poetry singing down to our clan.
Eing, 쯧쯧.
It's Genji who will do what he does with a half-card point. " The moment Dvinakon was talking about it, a clever knocking sound spread across the carriage.
He frowned.
"Whatever it is, at least do not call it as long as you have a guest." So I turned toward the back and hit the long curtain.
'I told you so, but you would not sing.' Divinuche once said that after he throttled his neck.
"Yes, please come in.
The door is open. " Immediately after hearing a bright and cheerful business voice, the door was opened.
A faint smile was drawn over his mouth.
It was a pair of men and women coming into a wagon.
'Oh, you're a student at Hebrion.' Dvinachon was able to see at a glance that the guest was a student of Hebrion school.
If Dresden is different from other big cities, there is a Hebride school.
The best school in the continent.
Numerous Magician and Knights have been fostered here and have been known on the continent.
'Well, students are only students.' It seemed to be a noble by the color of the color.
The nobles, who came halfway in the fun and were willing to pay a tribute to the words of their mouths, were just a good prey to him.
'And besides, I think it's between lovers when I see my arms around.' Lovers were easier to deal with.
I just have to give them good grades to support their relationship.
He smiled openly as he rubbed both hands.
"Come on show.
It is the prophet, Divinachon, who sees your future and your destiny, your future with your lover, and everything else. " Desir Arman decides where to join the discarded pieces through the pad.
The place of confluence was a place to see chronological theater just before shearing, and the original destination.
If there is a problem, it is necessary to go through the center of the city to get to the Daehang Stars Hall from here.
Desir Arman was disgusted when he saw crowds gathered in the center.
"I do not want to have that experience again." "To agree." "I can not break through the front." "Let's turn to the outskirts." "It's a good idea." Their choice was wise.
The outskirts of the city was very mountainous.
The sound of the violin sounding calmly, beautiful flowers decorating the streets.
"It's good to be free." It was a long way to go around, but it seemed to be able to get to the destination faster than I thought because I passed through a certain road.
So when they were walking around looking around.
Azest began to slow down a little, but he stopped completely.
"Azest?" Desir Arman's call did not answer well.
She had a sign on the front of two of them.
The prophet Ahzest, who sprinkles all of your future fate, his future with his lover, and everything else, is looking at the worn-out carriage of a caravan.
'With the lover … The future. ' Lover
relationship
Azest choked and calmed his breath.
When two words of lover were cluttering her head, Desir Arman turned away.
"Azest, everyone will be waiting.
Let's hurry. " "awhile." Arjest slapped and grabbed Desir Arman's arm.
She unconsciously embarrassed a moment in her own actions, but she spoke to him in a gold-tinted expression.
"I do not think it will take long." "That's right." Her footsteps were already headed for the carriage.
Narrow narrow carriage inside.
"It's roughly anticipated what I came to see." There was a strange smell in the carriage.
The crystal ball lying on the desk empties the rubbish piled up like a mountain pile.
A skull with a hole, a dagger missing a tooth.
It was a sad atmosphere.
Divinouchon said to the lovers in front of him.
"You came to see a love story?" Love point.
The black-haired man laughed at the end.
Almost…But the one hundred white girl next to me was a bit faster.
She nodded quickly and closed her mouth.
‘……I know what it is about. " Anyway.
"What is your name?" "Desir Arman is Armand." "It is the Aztec Kings Crown." "It's a good name." Your opponent in front of you should be good at student lovers.
I did not have to bother to get it right.
Whatever it was, it was enough to honor their future, and to keep them all together.
Of course, there is a need for proper 'acting'.
"The match is 1 silver.
Of course, if you put a lot, the more you put it, the more you become a guru, do not forget that it is a point. " Desir Arman put 3 silver.
Then I put on my arms as if I could see it once.
'Pretty good.' Divinouchon laughed.
"You're hot.
I hope to see good results. " He mixed the cards.
His hand was among the greatest among the fortuneteller.
It spreads brilliantly and raises the eyes while gathering.
As he unfolded his movements, he carefully looked at his lover's eyes.
And he put 'the card he wanted to draw to the top of the deck.
It was a card that could be interpreted as a good moonlight suitably.
"Well, let me show you your current relationship." It was the time when Makita Davina Chon tried to show the cards.
"Where are you going to do that kind of work to your customers?" Quick! "Shut up!" A cheerful sound.
The card that the dvinacon was holding was pouring down.
"Hey, halm? It's a masterpiece !? " "Do not make an excuse! Dare to scam! The successor of the divine clan! Do you know that you are scammed that you are hard on the subject that you received? " A gray-haired grandmother was staring at DiBinachon as she walked through the tent.
She waved her long spear like a weapon, and every time she dug! Dawg! A loud noise spread.
"Who has deceived divine points and guests! That was him! I did this stupid girI! Oho.
That's what he said! " "Wait, wait!" Divinacón tried to lift his arm up, but each time his staff stroked his head in a meticulous manner.
Tak/???. Tak/???. "Huck!" 119
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