Academy Genius Knife-Episode 73
#73
“Yeah. Dominating the night world···”
It was the car that Ophelia was trying to say. Kwaaaang! The floor exploded, and the man who flipped the sack landed in front of the two men. A dreary voice rang out.
“Where's Jarodin??”
It was a fearsome pressure. There was not a single live stream in the body of a man called Balzac. I couldn't believe it was right after Ophelia's magic barrage..
“Oh, chew.···”
Ronan reflexively threw down the peg he was holding. Balzac, twisting his body at a bizarre angle, dodged Ronan's neck He swung his hand. Sharp nails were burning like five knives.
“Ugh.!”
Ronan jerked back. A pale palm passed through the snot lamp.. Wedge! The sound of a belated wave rang out. Ronan, who threw the stakes, pulled La Mancha..
‘Strong.’
It was different from the nerds who were grinding blood or what. Like the battle against Brigia, you have to dig a single hole. There was. In the middle of giving the sum at stake, the darkness near you is over, and the Sycammon is over. A wolf ran out..
“Carry out!”
“Damn it..”
I thought it was a pure Mutu series, but it wasn't. The Shadow Wolf reveals his Sikerman fangs and squarely confronts Ronan Rushed. Balzac was inundated from the rear, where it was difficult to respond. Ronan, who was swearing, grabbed the hilt..
“Let's try this..”
Ronan swung his sword, spinning in the direction where Balzac was. It was a super-fast strike accelerated by the flow of Mana. Standing! As soon as the sword is drawn, the wolf with his upper jaw separated from his head. Lost and disappeared. The first perplexing moan came from inside the sack.
“What···!”
Sensing the danger, Balzac hurriedly bit back. The gap between the two men was so far away that the tip of the knife could not reach it.. There was a risk of being hit back, but Ronan didn't stop.. We'll have to succeed. Ronan, intoned, wielded his sword as if to sprinkle it.
“Get rid of it.!”
For a moment, the shock of being electrocuted struck Ronan. Wedge liquid! The sword, expressed in the sword, shot toward Balzac's head. Unlike before, which had no color, it was blood-red and black.
“Negative!”
Balzac twisted his head hurriedly. But it was not a perfectly avoidable distance. Choak! The sack was torn into an oblique line and blood popped out. Ronan laughed as he saw the exposed face.
“It's unexpectedly fine. No doubt I expected it to look like a fuck..”
“You're···pretty interesting..”
Balzac's appearance was more compliant than he thought. The age of appearance is estimated to be at best in the late twenties. The neck was distinct, and the hair was an owl-like turbid gray. It was girded..
If there is a beneficial defect, it is the left eye that lost the light and Ronan's It was a black wound. A deep stab was carved from the tail of the right mouth to the bottom of the earlobe. Balzac muttered, licking the blood flowing from his wound.
“How long did you bleed to death?···.”
But the second let quickly disappeared. After a few seconds, Ronan, who saw no wounds, spit on the floor Spat.
“Fucking monster asshole.”
“It's all right. I need you to fill this void..”
A crack-like smile dripped on Balzac's face. Perfect! When he bounces his finger into the air, the darkness is over, and the wolves like the previous one. One by two. Ronan is hearing growls from all over the banquet hall. I noticed that. There were more than twenty pairs of eyes shining in the dark.
“Can You Be Jarodin?”
Balzac intoned in a voice of madness. In his hand was a long spear of blood, which was imperceptibly made up of blood. It was good to make it superior to other mosquitoes. I think the dark magic is enough, but it's a good use of blood magic..
“I don't want to be so unlucky.···.”
Ronan, laughing, took up his position. The fact that Balzac was not using half of the power Realized. Sita, seated on Ronan's shoulder, spread her wings and roared like a threat.
“Cheeks, ahhhhhh.!”
I thought maybe the story might end here. But there was nothing else I could do.
Bang! The two men, clutching their weapons, jumped out. It was a moment when black and red blades shot toward each other. Ophelia, who appeared unhurried, intercepted the two.
“Stop..”
“Damn it.!”
Ronan took a quick brake, grabbing his wrist. Balzac did the same. The two men, bent as if to fall, corrected their posture. Balzac's eyes grew..
“···Ophelia?”
“I don't want to dry it in moderation, but I don't have a bird to hang on to. They're both too rough..”
Ophelia sighed as she looked alternately at Ronan and Balzac. Balzac can't stutter and speak like a ghost. I was doing it..
The wolves, preparing to leap, sat in unison. Ronan cried out with an outrageous tour.
“Yamma, what are you doing dangerously? I'm not running away.!”
“It's okay..”
“When we say we're not the one to deal with.?”
“That's right.···”
Ophelia, dragging her horse's tail, twisted her lips. Balzac opened his mouth again..
“···Ofelia. Is it really you?”
“Yeah. It's been a long time, Balzac..”
Balzac seemed to notice Ophelia's presence. If you don't even notice it in the midst of the fuss, you can't even notice it with Ronan. He seemed to be engrossed in the game..
“That's right. The magic that just attacked me belonged to you.···If you knew this was going to happen, With open arms and a willing heart to be beaten.”
He touched his chin and muttered. Ophelia's voice rang in Ronan's head.
[This is why I wasn't trying to deal with it..]
Ronan, eyes on her, nodded. Ophelia spoke..
“I'm still crazy. Can you stop looking at my face now??”
“I do. Fake Jarodin is unexpectedly interesting..”
Balzac popped his finger. The wolves disappeared in the darkness. It was too much of a nihilistic bond. Ophelia opened her mouth with a sigh of relief.
“How are you? I've seen it in almost 80 years..”
“It's exactly 83 years. But what's that cute look??”
“I had to go to human schools, so I adjusted temporarily. You can't stand out..”
“Is that so. I think it's time to live in your castle. I enjoyed it..”
“Yeah. There were times like that..”
“By the way, you're calling my name.···.”
Balzac, laying down the long window, took a step towards Ophelia.. Looking across her head, she lifted her palm.
“Sorry. Don't come any closer than that..”
“You haven't forgiven me yet.?”
“Yeah..”
“Yeah. I'll do that..”
Balzac stopped meekly. Ronan frowned in a compliant attitude. I didn't believe he was the opponent who had fought him before..
‘You're a childhood friend.?’
However, it seems intimate, but it is drawing a certain line in my mind Took. Ophelia spoke..
“So Balzac. Why are you in this place? Your level isn't enough to play with these kids..”
“I'm here to fight Jarodin Stonesong. It's all right..”
“You fought Jarodin. Yongke is both alive..”
“He was a great wizard. How much I did when this fake drew a knife instead of memorizing a spell You don't know if you're desperate.. ”
Balzac's explanation followed. He wants to be stronger than anyone, and he's a vampire, and he's a pretty unusual idea. Had. Walking around the world, competing with the Strong, drinking their blood, Balzac It was a reason to live..
Jarodin's fight took place on the fringes of the continent. The battle began by the time the ground spider was killed, until the next morning He said it wasn't over..
“The heinous sun was rising, and it had to end in a draw.. It's been a long time since I had such a family..”
There are still mountains of rock formations in the place where the fight took place. He said it was rising. It was a sign of Jarodin's earth magic. Balzac spoke in a bitter voice.
“I couldn't find his whereabouts, and at the end of the day, these chicks were trying to get him out of the way. He said, of course, there's a secret to make up. He said that what he was looking for was the essence of blood, so he lent me one..”
“Well.?”
Ronan's eyes grew as he listened to the conversation. I lent you something.?
“Lend me, what does that mean? Was that something you could lend me??”
“Who said you could get into the conversation. Fake Jarodin.”
“Don't do that, Balzac. He's a new friend in hundreds of years..”
“Come here and sit down. I can't hear the speech from a distance..”
Balzac touched the stone chair. Ronan approached him, Nagak muttering.
“Salivating asshole···.”
“I didn't tell you. If you knew you were friends with Ophelia, you wouldn't have dealt with it so badly. I think..”
“The black man should have blown his lower jaw exactly..”
The strength and proportionality of the Ho Seung-sim, as well as the taste in front of a certain figure In many ways, he was reminiscent of Schlieffen. Balzac said.
“It was literally. I have three integers..”
“Salivary, what's so much? Ophelia, I didn't say you were one.?”
“Yeah. In most cases, there is no or one. Balzac is weird..”
The essence of the blood is that the power of the vampire is condensed and the core is created in the body. It was kind of. With a typical mana core that can be made with just a few years of training It was characterized by the fact that it would take tens and hundreds of years to get a place. Balzac grunted..
“These days, the chicks haven't even got a seat, let alone an integer.. I completed my first core at the age of thirty..”
“I mean, you're weird..”
“My brother has seven..”
“Then you and the Grand Duke are weird..”
You may have an innate talent, but in order to increase the number or grow the size, you need to be able to grow the size. Steady training and the struggle to push the limits were of paramount importance. Balzac was a vampire who met all those conditions.
“And then you almost forgot about the recovery..”
Perfect! Balzac popped his finger. The wolf that sprang out of the darkness lay in the corner of Tsubai's neck. I asked him..
"Hh, hh, hh, hh, hh.!"
He resisted with his severed limbs, but he was disappointed. The wolf threw him at Balzac's feet and disappeared. Balzac seized Tsubai's idyll and lifted it up, saying, " Oh, my god!".
"The plan failed, so I need to get the integer back..”
“Now, wait a minute! Wait, I can still do it.!”
Balzac did not respond. Hooked! His hand pierced Tsubai's chest. The screams of Mogol rang out in the banquet hall.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.!”
Balzac's grasp, which was pulled back, still holds a beating heart. There was. The red mana I saw the other day is soft around my heart. It was flashing. Tsubai was looking at his heart, which had been pulled out of his chest.
"Buy, save...."
Kwazik! Balzac clutched his heart inexorably. The blood that was high splashed everywhere, and the body that was bulging. Drooped. The essence of the blood is in Balzac's body as if to regain its original place. was absorbed.
“Oh, you're a scumbag..”
Balzac threw Tsubai's body as if it were a diaper.. Ronan, thinking about something, opened his mouth..
“Hey, let's make a bet with me..”
“Bet?”
“Yeah. Risking the quintessence of adenocarcinoma. If you have three, it's worth trying.?”
Balzac and Ophelia's eyes swung. Ronan took out the items he had stored earlier and placed them on the table. Parchment made of goat's leather. It was the paper used to carry out the blood oath.
Silence fell. There was a tension peculiar to the gambling board. Finally, Balzac snorted and said.
“Why should I do it??”
“This fucking mosquito..”
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