Chapter 206
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75. The Moving Kings (1)
A blizzard was raging with the cold of the cold outside.
Shabby but crowded taverns.
The shadows of the people passed silently among the roaring lights, and next to the fire, the bard poet was singing an old song from mouth to mouth in a beautiful voice.
The aspirations and desires of the people of the world
Carved into the chest and advances to the rough land
Seven heroes who do not even share their names now.
Who has seen their last fight!
The song’s rhymes and tunes had a deep meaning from the beautiful past, the lyrics, and the eternal past, but one part disturbed the people.
“What hero is Chil Hero? Is it a hero who appeared as a disaster? ”
A raging poet of a drunkard had to stop singing for a while and ask for understanding.
But it is not a matter of apology for him.
Since the song in question was created thousands of years ago by the author of the author.
Perhaps the disturbance of the drunkards, probably from the East, showed little sign of sinking.
It was about that time when the man who was leaning in the corner quietly arose.
He was a man wearing a black panther’s coat over a massive breastplate.
Although the face was not hidden by the shades created by the hood, everyone in the tavern was once amazed by his sturdy body and heavy equipment, and once again by the intangible acuity of the whole body.
The mysterious man approached a bard bard surrounded by drunkards. The drunk like a ferocious wolf, the gentleman turned to a gentle sheep, and bowed his head.
The man said in a breathtaking silence.
“Why don’t you change your lyrics like this? Instead of seven heroes, one eternal king. ”
The poet nodded, standing upright, with a majestic voice that seemed to be soft but trembling in every corner of the body.
The mysterious man pounded the bard’s shoulder, gave him a gold coin, and left the bar.
“Guests! There’s a huge snowstorm outside. How about staying overnight? ”
The tavern owner approached late, but the man disappeared without opening the tavern door.
In the pub where Jung had been visiting for a while, the company disappeared again when the man disappeared.
The people, neither you nor I, flocked to the bard, envious of his good fortune, and gazed with jealousy or envious eyes upon the gold coins which were placed upon the palm of the bard.
An old man’s castle popped out suddenly.
“No, isn’t this Luteginian gold?”
In a word, even those who were not interested in the bard rushed into the hall.
A merchant asked a bard of acknowledgment and appraised gold coins.
“It is not wrong. This perfect purity. This perfection is not mixed with impurities. This gold coin is a genuine Luteginea gold coin that only King Luteginea is authorized to issue. It’s different from the garbage box made by the Association of Traders. ”
It was fortunate to have received a gold coin, but a smile was put on the mouth of the bard, saying that the gold coin was much more valuable than the spare gold coin.
He hurriedly beat the loquat and sang the problem song that had previously been insulted. Hopefully it will be heard in the ears of strangers who gave you unexpected luck.
Outside the tavern, as the owner said, it was a snowstorm that was hard to cover.
The mysterious man, however, was not afraid of anything and walked toward the dark, black-white snow.
How long did you walk?
In front of him stood a slim woman wearing a mask inscribed with unreadable text.
Seeing the mysterious man, she bowed her head and showed her example, then knelt in politeness.
Few people in the pub can recognize her, but if they have such an eye, they will be surprised.
A woman kneeling in front of a mysterious stranger, is a continent that is renowned all over the world.
Not much is known in the world, but only one Aquiroa kneels.
The King of Old Luteginea.
Continental Samgal chrome gald.
“Is there urgent business? If you see what appeared before me without word. ”
The mysterious stranger walked down Aquiroa and spoke in a cold voice that was completely different from his pub.
Aquioa replied, bowing to him.
“The second plague has been resolved.”
A creepy light flashed in the hood when he heard it.
“Was he solved it again? The summoner from this world. ”
Aquiro nodded.
“I don’t know the details, but if you look at the flow so far, it must have been solved by the guy. But not conclusive. ”
A quiet moment flowed.
The mysterious man seemed to think of something.
A considerable time had passed, but Aquiro patiently waited for the man’s words.
Soon, the man’s cold voice rang out.
“What’s the next disaster? Is it the plague of war in a given order? ”
“If I had done so, I would have appeared to you without warning.”
Aquiro took a parchment out of his arms and politely presented it to the mysterious stranger.
The man made the parchment move simply by raising his hand, colonel in front of his eyes.
The parchment had the following text.
[Only one crown must exist on the continent before the yellow death from the east sea touches the old pillar. Otherwise the living will see. That true anger of God descends upon the earth. ]
“A plague that leaves one king.”
A strange light flashed in the hood.
The man put down the parchment.
Parchment was returned to Aquiroa’s hands again.
“The last plague that can be solved comes first among the many forms of disaster.”
“Maybe they are in a hurry too.”
“There is a report that the yellow fallout, which kills everything in the far east sea, is coming toward the continent.”
Aquiro memorized the spell and created a statue in front of the stranger.
The statue contained a world in which everything turned yellow.
“The ashes of evil spirits. The ancient seal has been released. ”
The wayfarer stared at the distant sky.
There was a man who was once a king.
The man who abandoned his crown and set out on a wandering path was called the Wandering King in the world.
Without the crown, the spirit, and therefore the people, he seemed to have lost everything, but in reality it was not.
“…. But nothing will change. ”
The Wandering King Kromgal took off his hood.
Aquiroa, who had surrendered next, offered him a helmet made of ash-colored iron.
A helmet that has a deep inside but can never look inside.
The Wandering King turned around wearing a gray helmet that symbolized himself.
In a ryokan that looked cloudy through the snow, a song of a bard poet flowed.
Now do not even name,
One eternal king.
Wandering king turned around again and spoke with a heavy voice, while sad, sad and godly words were repeatedly heard.
“The time has come to find the crown.”
Leaving that word, the king without a crown walked into a blizzard that was invisible.
A dark, dark night swallowed his face in a flash.
LaGranje, the capital of the human empire.
The highest palace in the air.
The emperor of the empire, sitting on the throne made of gold, listened to the reports of the gods with his expressionless face.
“One King.”
His gaze stopped at a young, slim-fitted young woman dressed in a gradual, colorful suit, overlooking numerous alternatives lined up from side to side.
When he beckoned, the voices of the servants rang out beside him.
“Nothing in defense of the island. I command you to stand in front of your twenty steps. ”
Any dog, who was the commander of the defense of the island after the archcubus, stood before the emperor with a firm face.
When the emperor stroked his hand twice, the court wizards cast their spells in unison and made silent barriers and silent barriers between the emperor and the dog.
The emperor stared at nothing and said in a majestic voice in a space where nothing was seen and no sound leaked.
“Commander of Islands Defense.”
Many experiences of the past prove that dogs are not ordinary regressors.
The catastrophe at La Grande could have been a decisive factor in skepticism over the power of any dog, but the incident went on to a mistake that no custodian Archubus had heard of the future and reported to the dog.
The embarrassing incident of the emperor of an imperial human empire, defeated by enemies of the world, and injured, helped to establish her place in the empire rather than threatening its position.
Above all, the emperor’s attitude toward anything was showing the changed position of the world.
“What will happen in the future?”
The dog hesitated, not immediately.
The Emperor interviews hundreds of people a day.
He grasped that dog was unwilling to answer and asked again.
“Is there a problem?”
Anyone answered.
“Can I speak honestly?”
The emperor heard a nod.
Then, the dog bites the lower lip slightly, with a determined look, began to talk, looking directly at the emperor.
“There seems to be an intervening will in this world that I do not know.”
“Someone’s will?”
At the end of the emperor nodding said nod.
“There is a slight gap between my future and the present.”
So saying, the dog glanced at the emperor. Because her words were close to suicide.
No one is as useless as a regressor who cannot read the future.
The emperor looked silent in silence.
Soon a majestic voice rang out on the throne.
“So you can’t know the future?”
The dog shook his head.
“It’s not completely wrong. Only the second plague was resolved early. ”
“If so, speak. The future that will happen in the future. ”
The voice of the emperor was displeased.
He is a man of absolute lack of time.
This extraordinary time is the special decision of the emperor. Therefore, I have never heard such a pun.
Thinking so, as soon as I shot the dog, the dog’s voice was stuck in his ear like a dagger.
“Your Majesty… The crown is lost. ”
There was no change in the emperor’s face.
Someone thought it was coming.
‘You’re caught in a place like this where you never thought.’
Of course, she has the ability to escape safely from the palace of the emperor.
Even the palace of the assassination denomination, which has the strictest screen in the human realm, came out like my house.
When the dog was preparing for a quick breakup, the voice of the emperor’s frost rang out.
Anyone who heard the question exhaled a shallow sigh and told her of the future she knew.
“The Wandering King Kromgald.”
In the future, the emperor would not believe. How could he confront the emperor of the human empire, who had no soldiers, a piece of land, and no people, how much he controlled the continent?
Although the old Nobles of Luteginia have their own powerful factions, the Emperor has the help of an air fleet and friend Shamal Rajput who are absolutely loyal to the emperor.
The emperor said nothing different.
The dog shook his head in anticipation of the disgrace or ridicule, waiting for the next words.
Something unexpected happened.
What emerged in the mouth of the emperor was not a ridicule or discomfort, but a bright, unaffected smile.
“Are you? Was it only because of that? ”
Looks like you knew in advance.
Rather, his eyes were lifted with a dark tabernacle named Dignity and a light of hope.
“Did you see the future is changing?”
When the emperor asked, Noh bowed and nodded.
“Is the amplitude large?”
“It’s not decisive enough to overthrow it, but it’s shaking quite a bit.”
The laughter burst out from the mouth of the emperor. The dog doubted his ear.
Is it because I heard the emperor’s true laughter that I had never heard before?
She glanced up and looked up at the emperor sitting on the throne.
The emperor was stroking his chin and staring at the air. Flashing eyes of conversion.
“Chromegald. Your reign will not come again … ! ”
A week has passed since the third plague was announced to the world.
The continent, still buried in winter, was calm on the outside, but the flames like the furnace were slowly boiling.
Not only the human empire.
Powerful kings, such as the Dwarf and ancient kingdoms, were looking for their own way, and the lesser kingdoms, the Independent Forces like the Merchant Union, were rolling the abacus on which side to attach.
The reasons why people are not united, even though they are on the verge of destruction, are extremely simple.
Those who live and take off the crown are small enough to count.
Here are two kings without crowns.
One is known to have nothing, but the truth has been waiting for a time with everything.
Meanwhile, there is nothing for another king.
Kim Sungchul was looking up at the sky.
It was a clear and clear sky.
He raised his hand and stroked the chest.
I didn’t want to do anything, and I thought it was okay to do so, but the fate given does not leave him alone.
The crucifixion of the heart was calling on him.
Another swirling battlefield.
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75. The Moving Kings (1)
A blizzard was raging with the cold of the cold outside.
Shabby but crowded taverns.
The shadows of the people passed silently among the roaring lights, and next to the fire, the bard poet was singing an old song from mouth to mouth in a beautiful voice.
The aspirations and desires of the people of the world
Carved into the chest and advances to the rough land
Seven heroes who do not even share their names now.
Who has seen their last fight!
The song’s rhymes and tunes had a deep meaning from the beautiful past, the lyrics, and the eternal past, but one part disturbed the people.
“What hero is Chil Hero? Is it a hero who appeared as a disaster? ”
A raging poet of a drunkard had to stop singing for a while and ask for understanding.
But it is not a matter of apology for him.
Since the song in question was created thousands of years ago by the author of the author.
Perhaps the disturbance of the drunkards, probably from the East, showed little sign of sinking.
It was about that time when the man who was leaning in the corner quietly arose.
He was a man wearing a black panther’s coat over a massive breastplate.
Although the face was not hidden by the shades created by the hood, everyone in the tavern was once amazed by his sturdy body and heavy equipment, and once again by the intangible acuity of the whole body.
The mysterious man approached a bard bard surrounded by drunkards. The drunk like a ferocious wolf, the gentleman turned to a gentle sheep, and bowed his head.
The man said in a breathtaking silence.
“Why don’t you change your lyrics like this? Instead of seven heroes, one eternal king. ”
The poet nodded, standing upright, with a majestic voice that seemed to be soft but trembling in every corner of the body.
The mysterious man pounded the bard’s shoulder, gave him a gold coin, and left the bar.
“Guests! There’s a huge snowstorm outside. How about staying overnight? ”
The tavern owner approached late, but the man disappeared without opening the tavern door.
In the pub where Jung had been visiting for a while, the company disappeared again when the man disappeared.
The people, neither you nor I, flocked to the bard, envious of his good fortune, and gazed with jealousy or envious eyes upon the gold coins which were placed upon the palm of the bard.
An old man’s castle popped out suddenly.
“No, isn’t this Luteginian gold?”
In a word, even those who were not interested in the bard rushed into the hall.
A merchant asked a bard of acknowledgment and appraised gold coins.
“It is not wrong. This perfect purity. This perfection is not mixed with impurities. This gold coin is a genuine Luteginea gold coin that only King Luteginea is authorized to issue. It’s different from the garbage box made by the Association of Traders. ”
It was fortunate to have received a gold coin, but a smile was put on the mouth of the bard, saying that the gold coin was much more valuable than the spare gold coin.
He hurriedly beat the loquat and sang the problem song that had previously been insulted. Hopefully it will be heard in the ears of strangers who gave you unexpected luck.
Outside the tavern, as the owner said, it was a snowstorm that was hard to cover.
The mysterious man, however, was not afraid of anything and walked toward the dark, black-white snow.
How long did you walk?
In front of him stood a slim woman wearing a mask inscribed with unreadable text.
Seeing the mysterious man, she bowed her head and showed her example, then knelt in politeness.
Few people in the pub can recognize her, but if they have such an eye, they will be surprised.
A woman kneeling in front of a mysterious stranger, is a continent that is renowned all over the world.
Not much is known in the world, but only one Aquiroa kneels.
The King of Old Luteginea.
Continental Samgal chrome gald.
“Is there urgent business? If you see what appeared before me without word. ”
The mysterious stranger walked down Aquiroa and spoke in a cold voice that was completely different from his pub.
Aquioa replied, bowing to him.
“The second plague has been resolved.”
A creepy light flashed in the hood when he heard it.
“Was he solved it again? The summoner from this world. ”
Aquiro nodded.
“I don’t know the details, but if you look at the flow so far, it must have been solved by the guy. But not conclusive. ”
A quiet moment flowed.
The mysterious man seemed to think of something.
A considerable time had passed, but Aquiro patiently waited for the man’s words.
Soon, the man’s cold voice rang out.
“What’s the next disaster? Is it the plague of war in a given order? ”
“If I had done so, I would have appeared to you without warning.”
Aquiro took a parchment out of his arms and politely presented it to the mysterious stranger.
The man made the parchment move simply by raising his hand, colonel in front of his eyes.
The parchment had the following text.
[Only one crown must exist on the continent before the yellow death from the east sea touches the old pillar. Otherwise the living will see. That true anger of God descends upon the earth. ]
“A plague that leaves one king.”
A strange light flashed in the hood.
The man put down the parchment.
Parchment was returned to Aquiroa’s hands again.
“The last plague that can be solved comes first among the many forms of disaster.”
“Maybe they are in a hurry too.”
“There is a report that the yellow fallout, which kills everything in the far east sea, is coming toward the continent.”
Aquiro memorized the spell and created a statue in front of the stranger.
The statue contained a world in which everything turned yellow.
“The ashes of evil spirits. The ancient seal has been released. ”
The wayfarer stared at the distant sky.
There was a man who was once a king.
The man who abandoned his crown and set out on a wandering path was called the Wandering King in the world.
Without the crown, the spirit, and therefore the people, he seemed to have lost everything, but in reality it was not.
“…. But nothing will change. ”
The Wandering King Kromgal took off his hood.
Aquiroa, who had surrendered next, offered him a helmet made of ash-colored iron.
A helmet that has a deep inside but can never look inside.
The Wandering King turned around wearing a gray helmet that symbolized himself.
In a ryokan that looked cloudy through the snow, a song of a bard poet flowed.
Now do not even name,
One eternal king.
Wandering king turned around again and spoke with a heavy voice, while sad, sad and godly words were repeatedly heard.
“The time has come to find the crown.”
Leaving that word, the king without a crown walked into a blizzard that was invisible.
A dark, dark night swallowed his face in a flash.
LaGranje, the capital of the human empire.
The highest palace in the air.
The emperor of the empire, sitting on the throne made of gold, listened to the reports of the gods with his expressionless face.
“One King.”
His gaze stopped at a young, slim-fitted young woman dressed in a gradual, colorful suit, overlooking numerous alternatives lined up from side to side.
When he beckoned, the voices of the servants rang out beside him.
“Nothing in defense of the island. I command you to stand in front of your twenty steps. ”
Any dog, who was the commander of the defense of the island after the archcubus, stood before the emperor with a firm face.
When the emperor stroked his hand twice, the court wizards cast their spells in unison and made silent barriers and silent barriers between the emperor and the dog.
The emperor stared at nothing and said in a majestic voice in a space where nothing was seen and no sound leaked.
“Commander of Islands Defense.”
Many experiences of the past prove that dogs are not ordinary regressors.
The catastrophe at La Grande could have been a decisive factor in skepticism over the power of any dog, but the incident went on to a mistake that no custodian Archubus had heard of the future and reported to the dog.
The embarrassing incident of the emperor of an imperial human empire, defeated by enemies of the world, and injured, helped to establish her place in the empire rather than threatening its position.
Above all, the emperor’s attitude toward anything was showing the changed position of the world.
“What will happen in the future?”
The dog hesitated, not immediately.
The Emperor interviews hundreds of people a day.
He grasped that dog was unwilling to answer and asked again.
“Is there a problem?”
Anyone answered.
“Can I speak honestly?”
The emperor heard a nod.
Then, the dog bites the lower lip slightly, with a determined look, began to talk, looking directly at the emperor.
“There seems to be an intervening will in this world that I do not know.”
“Someone’s will?”
At the end of the emperor nodding said nod.
“There is a slight gap between my future and the present.”
So saying, the dog glanced at the emperor. Because her words were close to suicide.
No one is as useless as a regressor who cannot read the future.
The emperor looked silent in silence.
Soon a majestic voice rang out on the throne.
“So you can’t know the future?”
The dog shook his head.
“It’s not completely wrong. Only the second plague was resolved early. ”
“If so, speak. The future that will happen in the future. ”
The voice of the emperor was displeased.
He is a man of absolute lack of time.
This extraordinary time is the special decision of the emperor. Therefore, I have never heard such a pun.
Thinking so, as soon as I shot the dog, the dog’s voice was stuck in his ear like a dagger.
“Your Majesty… The crown is lost. ”
There was no change in the emperor’s face.
Someone thought it was coming.
‘You’re caught in a place like this where you never thought.’
Of course, she has the ability to escape safely from the palace of the emperor.
Even the palace of the assassination denomination, which has the strictest screen in the human realm, came out like my house.
When the dog was preparing for a quick breakup, the voice of the emperor’s frost rang out.
Anyone who heard the question exhaled a shallow sigh and told her of the future she knew.
“The Wandering King Kromgald.”
In the future, the emperor would not believe. How could he confront the emperor of the human empire, who had no soldiers, a piece of land, and no people, how much he controlled the continent?
Although the old Nobles of Luteginia have their own powerful factions, the Emperor has the help of an air fleet and friend Shamal Rajput who are absolutely loyal to the emperor.
The emperor said nothing different.
The dog shook his head in anticipation of the disgrace or ridicule, waiting for the next words.
Something unexpected happened.
What emerged in the mouth of the emperor was not a ridicule or discomfort, but a bright, unaffected smile.
“Are you? Was it only because of that? ”
Looks like you knew in advance.
Rather, his eyes were lifted with a dark tabernacle named Dignity and a light of hope.
“Did you see the future is changing?”
When the emperor asked, Noh bowed and nodded.
“Is the amplitude large?”
“It’s not decisive enough to overthrow it, but it’s shaking quite a bit.”
The laughter burst out from the mouth of the emperor. The dog doubted his ear.
Is it because I heard the emperor’s true laughter that I had never heard before?
She glanced up and looked up at the emperor sitting on the throne.
The emperor was stroking his chin and staring at the air. Flashing eyes of conversion.
“Chromegald. Your reign will not come again … ! ”
A week has passed since the third plague was announced to the world.
The continent, still buried in winter, was calm on the outside, but the flames like the furnace were slowly boiling.
Not only the human empire.
Powerful kings, such as the Dwarf and ancient kingdoms, were looking for their own way, and the lesser kingdoms, the Independent Forces like the Merchant Union, were rolling the abacus on which side to attach.
The reasons why people are not united, even though they are on the verge of destruction, are extremely simple.
Those who live and take off the crown are small enough to count.
Here are two kings without crowns.
One is known to have nothing, but the truth has been waiting for a time with everything.
Meanwhile, there is nothing for another king.
Kim Sungchul was looking up at the sky.
It was a clear and clear sky.
He raised his hand and stroked the chest.
I didn’t want to do anything, and I thought it was okay to do so, but the fate given does not leave him alone.
The crucifixion of the heart was calling on him.
Another swirling battlefield.
75. The Moving Kings 1 A blizzard was raging with the cold of the cold outside. Shabby but crowded taverns. The shadows of the people passed silently among the roaring lights, and next to the fire, the bard poet was singing an old song from mouth to mouth in a beautiful voice. The aspirations and desires of the people of the world Carved into the chest and advances to the rough land Seven heroes who do not even share their names now. Who has seen their last fight! The song's rhymes and tunes had a deep meaning from the beautiful past, the lyrics, and the eternal past, but one part disturbed the people. What hero is Chil Hero? Is it a hero who appeared as a disaster? A raging poet of a drunkard had to stop singing for a while and ask for understanding. But it is not a matter of apology for him. Since the song in question was created thousands of years ago by the author of the author. Perhaps the disturbance of the drunkards, probably from the East, showed little sign of sinking. It was about that time when the man who was leaning in the corner quietly arose. He was a man wearing a black panther's coat over a massive breastplate. Although the face was not hidden by the shades created by the hood, everyone in the tavern was once amazed by his sturdy body and heavy equipment, and once again by the intangible acuity of the whole body. The mysterious man approached a bard bard surrounded by drunkards. The drunk like a ferocious wolf, the gentleman turned to a gentle sheep, and bowed his head. The man said in a breathtaking silence. Why don't you change your lyrics like this? Instead of seven heroes, one eternal king. The poet nodded, standing upright, with a majestic voice that seemed to be soft but trembling in every corner of the body. The mysterious man pounded the bard's shoulder, gave him a gold coin, and left the bar. Guests! There's a huge snowstorm outside. How about staying overnight? The tavern owner approached late, but the man disappeared without opening the tavern door. In the pub where Jung had been visiting for a while, the company disappeared again when the man disappeared. The people, neither you nor I, flocked to the bard, envious of his good fortune, and gazed with jealousy or envious eyes upon the gold coins which were placed upon the palm of the bard. An old man's castle popped out suddenly. No, isn't this Luteginian gold? In a word, even those who were not interested in the bard rushed into the hall. A merchant asked a bard of acknowledgment and appraised gold coins. It is not wrong. This perfect purity. This perfection is not mixed with impurities. This gold coin is a genuine Luteginea gold coin that only King Luteginea is authorized to issue. It's different from the garbage box made by the Association of Traders. It was fortunate to have received a gold coin, but a smile was put on the mouth of the bard, saying that the gold coin was much more valuable than the spare gold coin. He hurriedly beat the loquat and sang the problem song that had previously been insulted. Hopefully it will be heard in the ears of strangers who gave you unexpected luck. Outside the tavern, as the owner said, it was a snowstorm that was hard to cover. The mysterious man, however, was not afraid of anything and walked toward the dark, black-white snow. How long did you walk? In front of him stood a slim woman wearing a mask inscribed with unreadable text. Seeing the mysterious man, she bowed her head and showed her example, then knelt in politeness. Few people in the pub can recognize her, but if they have such an eye, they will be surprised. A woman kneeling in front of a mysterious stranger, is a continent that is renowned all over the world. Not much is known in the world, but only one Aquiroa kneels. The King of Old Luteginea. Continental Samgal chrome gald. Is there urgent business? If you see what appeared before me without word. The mysterious stranger walked down Aquiroa and spoke in a cold voice that was completely different from his pub. Aquioa replied, bowing to him. The second plague has been resolved. A creepy light flashed in the hood when he heard it. Was he solved it again? The summoner from this world. Aquiro nodded. I don't know the details, but if you look at the flow so far, it must have been solved by the guy. But not conclusive. A quiet moment flowed. The mysterious man seemed to think of something. A considerable time had passed, but Aquiro patiently waited for the man's words. Soon, the man's cold voice rang out. What's the next disaster? Is it the plague of war in a given order? If I had done so, I would have appeared to you without warning. Aquiro took a parchment out of his arms and politely presented it to the mysterious stranger. The man made the parchment move simply by raising his hand, colonel in front of his eyes. The parchment had the following text. Only one crown must exist on the continent before the yellow death from the east sea touches the old pillar. Otherwise the living will see. That true anger of God descends upon the earth. A plague that leaves one king. A strange light flashed in the hood. The man put down the parchment. Parchment was returned to Aquiroa's hands again. The last plague that can be solved comes first among the many forms of disaster. Maybe they are in a hurry too. There is a report that the yellow fallout, which kills everything in the far east sea, is coming toward the continent. Aquiro memorized the spell and created a statue in front of the stranger. The statue contained a world in which everything turned yellow. The ashes of evil spirits. The ancient seal has been released. The wayfarer stared at the distant sky. There was a man who was once a king. The man who abandoned his crown and set out on a wandering path was called the Wandering King in the world. Without the crown, the spirit, and therefore the people, he seemed to have lost everything, but in reality it was not. . But nothing will change. The Wandering King Kromgal took off his hood. Aquiroa, who had surrendered next, offered him a helmet made of ash-colored iron. A helmet that has a deep inside but can never look inside. The Wandering King turned around wearing a gray helmet that symbolized himself. In a ryokan that looked cloudy through the snow, a song of a bard poet flowed. Now do not even name, One eternal king. Wandering king turned around again and spoke with a heavy voice, while sad, sad and godly words were repeatedly heard. The time has come to find the crown. Leaving that word, the king without a crown walked into a blizzard that was invisible. A dark, dark night swallowed his face in a flash. LaGranje, the capital of the human empire. The highest palace in the air. The emperor of the empire, sitting on the throne made of gold, listened to the reports of the gods with his expressionless face. One King. His gaze stopped at a young, slim-fitted young woman dressed in a gradual, colorful suit, overlooking numerous alternatives lined up from side to side. When he beckoned, the voices of the servants rang out beside him. Nothing in defense of the island. I command you to stand in front of your twenty steps. Any dog, who was the commander of the defense of the island after the archcubus, stood before the emperor with a firm face. When the emperor stroked his hand twice, the court wizards cast their spells in unison and made silent barriers and silent barriers between the emperor and the dog. The emperor stared at nothing and said in a majestic voice in a space where nothing was seen and no sound leaked. Commander of Islands Defense. Many experiences of the past prove that dogs are not ordinary regressors. The catastrophe at La Grande could have been a decisive factor in skepticism over the power of any dog, but the incident went on to a mistake that no custodian Archubus had heard of the future and reported to the dog. The embarrassing incident of the emperor of an imperial human empire, defeated by enemies of the world, and injured, helped to establish her place in the empire rather than threatening its position. Above all, the emperor's attitude toward anything was showing the changed position of the world. What will happen in the future? The dog hesitated, not immediately. The Emperor interviews hundreds of people a day. He grasped that dog was unwilling to answer and asked again. Is there a problem? Anyone answered. Can I speak honestly? The emperor heard a nod. Then, the dog bites the lower lip slightly, with a determined look, began to talk, looking directly at the emperor. There seems to be an intervening will in this world that I do not know. Someone's will? At the end of the emperor nodding said nod. There is a slight gap between my future and the present. So saying, the dog glanced at the emperor. Because her words were close to suicide. No one is as useless as a regressor who cannot read the future. The emperor looked silent in silence. Soon a majestic voice rang out on the throne. So you can't know the future? The dog shook his head. It's not completely wrong. Only the second plague was resolved early. If so, speak. The future that will happen in the future. The voice of the emperor was displeased. He is a man of absolute lack of time. This extraordinary time is the special decision of the emperor. Therefore, I have never heard such a pun. Thinking so, as soon as I shot the dog, the dog's voice was stuck in his ear like a dagger. Your Majesty The crown is lost. There was no change in the emperor's face. Someone thought it was coming. You're caught in a place like this where you never thought.' Of course, she has the ability to escape safely from the palace of the emperor. Even the palace of the assassination denomination, which has the strictest screen in the human realm, came out like my house. When the dog was preparing for a quick breakup, the voice of the emperor's frost rang out. Anyone who heard the question exhaled a shallow sigh and told her of the future she knew. The Wandering King Kromgald. In the future, the emperor would not believe. How could he confront the emperor of the human empire, who had no soldiers, a piece of land, and no people, how much he controlled the continent? Although the old Nobles of Luteginia have their own powerful factions, the Emperor has the help of an air fleet and friend Shamal Rajput who are absolutely loyal to the emperor. The emperor said nothing different. The dog shook his head in anticipation of the disgrace or ridicule, waiting for the next words. Something unexpected happened. What emerged in the mouth of the emperor was not a ridicule or discomfort, but a bright, unaffected smile. Are you? Was it only because of that? Looks like you knew in advance. Rather, his eyes were lifted with a dark tabernacle named Dignity and a light of hope. Did you see the future is changing? When the emperor asked, Noh bowed and nodded. Is the amplitude large? It's not decisive enough to overthrow it, but it's shaking quite a bit. The laughter burst out from the mouth of the emperor. The dog doubted his ear. Is it because I heard the emperor's true laughter that I had never heard before? She glanced up and looked up at the emperor sitting on the throne. The emperor was stroking his chin and staring at the air. Flashing eyes of conversion. Chromegald. Your reign will not come again ! A week has passed since the third plague was announced to the world. The continent, still buried in winter, was calm on the outside, but the flames like the furnace were slowly boiling. Not only the human empire. Powerful kings, such as the Dwarf and ancient kingdoms, were looking for their own way, and the lesser kingdoms, the Independent Forces like the Merchant Union, were rolling the abacus on which side to attach. The reasons why people are not united, even though they are on the verge of destruction, are extremely simple. Those who live and take off the crown are small enough to count. Here are two kings without crowns. One is known to have nothing, but the truth has been waiting for a time with everything. Meanwhile, there is nothing for another king. Kim Sungchul was looking up at the sky. It was a clear and clear sky. He raised his hand and stroked the chest. I didn't want to do anything, and I thought it was okay to do so, but the fate given does not leave him alone. The crucifixion of the heart was calling on him. Another swirling battlefield.
