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Chapter 267

267. You're not the only one who can hit you..

As soon as I opened my eyes, all I saw was a stone ceiling with a bunch of mold..

Meelun recalled the moment before he lost his memory, and Frock's strength Mental strength clearly remembered it all..

That's why he belonged to the word that he was in a situation like a horse penis. I realized that..

"Give me some water. If you're a kid, take some food, and I like fruit.."

Meelun said, half raising his body.

The arms are regenerated, and the arms and legs are shackled, and the shackles are It was connected to a pillar by a chain.

No matter how hard the frock was, it was a bunch of people who were going through it..

So, what's left?.

It was just waiting. It hurt like a split head, whether it was because of the medicine I took at the last germination. I lost my heart..

'I want to get out of here.?'

As most frocks do, he is in the way of my desires and desires rather than death It was more unfortunate that I was out..

'Weird asshole.'

And then I came to mind the guy who had knocked himself out naturally..

'It looked full..'

Why not be full. He was clearly a man who was weaker than himself. When I saw it with my own eyes, it was..

'Why??'

Frock's sense of battle makes you judge Yuvuli at one point.

He fought against intuition, which appealed to his sense of combat.

So at least it should be a whistle, why did it burst and break in one way or another??

Their sense of combat was an extension of the eye, seeing and reading talent.

In that way, ENCRID is the most incomprehensible form of frock It was human..

He's a pipsqueak, but he's a human who crawls up..

This is a phenomenon that happened because we didn't give up through today's repetition.

Encrid was a human who is not read in the battle sense of Frock.

Meelun, in particular, was not so confident in his eyes as he was in his talent..

Among the frocks, of course, it is a skill. If you have a frock specialized in reading talent, you are specialized in combat He had teeth..

Among them, Meelun was excellent in walking.

'I took a terrible shot at the joint area..'

The regenerated forearm was gently used.

I've had my arm cut off before, but it's been cut off this time..

No, this time I was stabbed in the eye..

'He's a guy who knows how to fight..'

It was a different matter to simply handle the sword well and fight it out..

The assholes who get stuck in my family and learn swordplay are multiplying their swords. He used to swing..

On the continent, they don't denigrate them as aristocratic swordsmanship..

The opponent who laid himself down did not do it at all.

I have a good grasp of the weakness of my frock's puffy skin..

He poked and cut his eyes and joints..

Was this the case when you saw it before? Did you originally fight this well??

Honestly, I didn't remember it well. He was a bit of a hit, but I thought he'd be overwhelmed when I met him again..

'Kim's all leaking..'

I'm not tipsy, I'm hungry..

"Water and dried fruit. Now it's winter, so raw fruit is hard to get.."

The guard brought me something to eat. It's kinder than I thought.?

Meelun thought, drank water, chewed and swallowed dried fruit. There was also well-baked bread and marmalade.

"Hey, this is delicious.."

"Thank god.."

The guard answered without a laugh. It was revealed that he was not nervous, but that made his limbs stiff. Did.

'Well trained..'

It was a frock, so I could see it with my eyes..

Of course, his talent reading isn't that good..

'No matter what, he's a little unusual..'

It was no different from what the countless talented readers who saw Encrid said.

So two days.

Meelun realizes that he has escaped by force, and how can he be a guard? I tried to buy it, but it also misfired.

"If I miss you, I'll die.."

"I don't think you're going to kill the wrong soldier right away.?"

When you flirt, the soldier is self-help, so you're lamenting something similar on your face. Exposed.

Of course, Meelun didn't recognize it. But, in the words of the soldier who followed, I just wanted something to do..

"I'll be cut off from jail duty and fall into eternal training hell, rather than die. It might be better.."

What else does that mean??

Anyway, the guards weren't hard-nosed, but they didn't seem to be bought.. Even if I gave him a gold ball, he would shake his head..

"If you take it, you're really dead, and you're not unhappy with what you're earning now. I'm greedy to earn more here, and I'm leaving my children like rabbits. I hate it.."

"You're married.?"

"Not yet."

"...... So what's a rabbit like??"

"Child of the future. Child of the future.."

This manor has even a soldier's tongue.?

As the day passed again with that thought, Meelun saddened himself I said I forgot to lock him up..

When you're trapped underground and you don't know whether it's day or night, you have a sad feeling. I heard a little bit..

'I'm not sure if I'm going to get involved in anything that's salutary..'

Two more days again..

Meelun became impatient..

If you leave it like this, you might be trapped here for the rest of your life..

Cut off your limbs and get out.?

I think the shackles will be solved by ripping off the limbs with force, no matter how frock they are. With his limbs cut off, his blood frantically spilling out of the bars in front of his eyes. I don't think you can be right.?

'Oh, what is this??'

Nervousness enveloped Meelun. Day after day, the kid rode. When does Frock, faithful to desires and desires, die.

When your head was cut off? When you have an incurable disease? When an arrow is stuck in the heart?

It's a fait accompli to die if your heart bursts, but it's more brutal than that. There is a way.

Frock is a species that can't bear to die..

Isn't it a species that lives in my curiosity and desire?.

"Hey, did you forget me??"

Meelun, who woke up after a nap or a night's sleep, told the guard outside the cage. Asked.

Let's say, and turn our eyes to where the small table and two chairs are placed. looked, not the guards, but someone else.

It was four in total, to be precise..

One guy who knocked himself out, one big-eyed, fragile-looking human, dark Put half of your body inside and see only half of your face with the light of a torch. Zen Human One.

There are no guards. It's finally here. I came to you without forgetting myself. When you die, even if you die, it's the point where you need change, so Meelun is inwardly I was glad..

"Where did you get the powder??"

I didn't, but I ate that and my intestines were throbbing..

I didn't ask him about his identity right away, but Meelun answered meekly.. The wait was long, so I want to leave them back with useless words. I didn't..

"I picked up Oda.."

"Where?"

"It was a small town."

Water is a fairy. There is no expression and a cold atmosphere. He wasn't below himself..

'Only pure monsters gathered here.?'

There's a bunch of these guys in the manor on the other side..

Meelun said Margery. I had little idea to hide it in the first place..

"You can go west from here. It would take me two days to walk, a little more than half a day. There is one village fenced off on a small plateau. I don't know the name, the chief was a young and pretty woman. His name is Kaysella.."

Simian of Frock prefers beautiful humans.

"You sent it from the black knife.?"

"Bandits? Black knife? It's not.?"

Meelun was locked up for a few days, and Frock pulled his nails and his eyes. It was more painful than pulling it out..

If you're stuck in this way forever, don't hold down your desires until you die. Tenney..

Alas, there is nothing more painful than that for Frock..

"This is it.."

Encrid muttered, and Kreis jerked from behind..

"It works better than I thought.."

Encrid nodded as he sat in his chair.

Encrid also plays with Loagne, which is what the Prok race is like I had a great sense, but Kreis was different..

'It's a mysterious head pain..'

I remember what Saesam Kreis said..

"Frock follows my desires. What is your desire for a frock like that? If you lock it up, you may be more drunk than you think.."

Chris was only half sure, but he thought this in the first place. It's a different thing to do..

If you stay for a few days, you may not need an interrogation. was.

That judgment was correct..

Just,

"Do you know a merchant named Fromshell? The author sprinkled his ears all over the continent. I was hired there. In short, he's the author who runs the Information Guild.."

I never thought I'd tell you all this. I couldn't read the Frock's expression, but it was natural that it wasn't false..

Your opponent is a frock..

If you're going to lie about this, you're a shut-up race..

It's nothing to do with a black knife..

The powder medicine was obtained by accident, and what made him do this Some merchant..

So he's the guy who runs the intelligence Guild..

It was plausible. So it was more memorable..

'Fromshell, Fromshell."

Encrid memorized the name two times..

"Aristocracy?"

"I know it's not.."

"That's all.?"

"If you have a falsehood in what you say now, you will be punished by the God of impulses and waves It's gonna be.."

"You can make a covenant.?"

"Of course."

To Frock, a covenant is a promise, an oath, something that must be kept.

"I was fooled, too. Promschel, that's what you're talking about.."

Meelun said, snorting. Encrid judged that he had heard everything he heard..

No, I heard more than I needed..

You didn't hear the location of the village where you got the powder medicine..

"I struggled to find it, but I hid it in the village.."

The fairy muttered..

"Combat available personnel?"

The fairy asked. I had already said everything to say, so Meelun was tough..

"When I see it, it's the placenta of the village personnel.."

"All?"

"There's more than fifty people on the continent.."

Frock said, and Encrid nodded.

"Now let me go.?"

Encrid nodded again, then rose from his chair and stepped forward to the bar. I'm approaching..

"Look at it.."

"Well.?"

"I'll look at it and release it.."

"You bastard, the promise is!"

I've never done that. Of course, Encrid was going to let him go, but before he got here, Kreis was going to let him go. You didn't ask me to plead..

"Can you leave it to me??"

In his eagerness, Encrid told him to do so..

"Wait, wait, you can talk to me.."

His frock sticks out a long tongue towards Encrid and spits profanity.. Kreis interjected between them..

His big eyes and good looks were only to get Frock a crush. However, Meelun was not interested in being a man.

But the big eyes didn't look bad..

Meelun tended to hit with a plucky face the larger his eyes.

"Now, Meelun.?"

He laughed full of Kreis's innocence. When I saw Encrid in his face, I foreshadowed that Meelun was going to be killed..

When Kreis laughs like that, it's just when he's on his back..

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I was leaving the dungeon and heading for Marcus's Oval office..

I tried to drive him, I ended the interrogation of Prok and I went to report..

Captain Marcus was as busy as he was..

When I saw the manor go back, it seemed that his body was missing three or four.

In the meantime, some social figure came in and was caught.?

I heard that there was something like this in the manor when he wasn't there..

The underground gang was in the corner of the barracks, and as soon as he got out of there, Encrid was in the middle of the field. I opened my mouth..

"I want you to hear an explanation.?"

The Fairy Squadron is associated with this work. Didn't you tell me enough inference in the meantime?.

I'm looking for a village. I said something like Manet..

I just moved on from that spot, but I didn't have a frock to listen to now..

So I asked..

"It was a secret mission.."

The fairy turned her head and said: Green eyes faced Encrid.

Then I need to listen to Marcus..

Just as I was thinking, the fairy spoke again.

"But what does the secret mean between us."

"There are many meanings. Keep it a secret.."

Encrid said urgently.

"No, it was. The Black Sword is a story about a demon that they have rooted in the kingdom.."

"Let's keep it a secret.."

Encrid spoke again, but the Fairy did not pretend to hear.

"They kidnapped the alchemist and made the drug.."

"I don't think you're hearing me.?"

"Of course, it's not a normal drug. It is a drug that is banned in the kingdom, and opposed by the Alchemy Guild.. Of course, they do that seemingly, and they take the findings from behind the scenes. Maybe.."

Encrid gave up..

I heard the explanation, it wasn't a normal drug. My frock ate, my eyes died..

If a normal person eats, he can fight like a berserker for a moment, but he can fight like a berserker for a moment. When you lose your energy, it's destroyed by its reaction..

The fairy said she had many external missions to find her home. It was for a similar reason that I recently took Finn..

I heard there was something to suit Finn..

Encrid listened in silence and asked Saxony.

I noticed that you knew something..

"You.?"

"I needed something, so I thought it was related to the black knife.. It was written by a black Sword messenger I met in Martai while I was looking up and down. I found traces of alchemy in medicine.."

Saxony answered fully in line with Encrid's expectations.

Blast Furnace.

'There's something to hide..'

I only said what I wanted to hear. It's a hunch, but I thought it would..

I didn't say that..

I just moved on. I'm not the one to answer the question..

If you're going to hit my back with this, it's just right once. I was willing to give it to you..

Even if it wasn't for my trust, I lost my trust in Saxony..

In particular, the foundation of the recently newly obtained Yugeok-style swordsmanship as a sensory instrument I got it..

"Yeah, let's say yes.."

"I don't believe it.?"

Saxony was expressionless..

"Believe me.."

Encrid answered, recalling Audi. I mean, I answered with faith..

"Is that right?"

Saxony..

"That's right.."

By that time, Marcus was in the oval office, and the three went inside. The escort guarding the outside commanded the military..

Only two squadron leaders, one of them a fairy, the other an independent Squadron. Commander..

Marcus's escort stepped aside in a firm position..

As he stepped inside, Marcus looked up from between the pile of papers and parchment. Asked.

"How do you feel about being assassinated in the middle of the manor??"

Encrid said with calmness and cordiality.

"It's like a dog.."

"So do I.."

What, I didn't say anything, but there's something between the two. It was like.

Encrid deals with assassins, scavenging their arms and picking up items..

I thought about it all the way from the time I interrogated Frock..

'Why do I have to be beaten?.'

So there was water for Kreis.

"If you're the head of the Black Sword, where do you think it hurts the most to hit??"

"I think if someone puts a pocket of gold coins, it's going to hurt.."

If you're not a guy like me, you're not going to get a blow..

"In any group, if your pocket is empty, it's a bone sore.."

The answer is back.

It was reasonable..

So, there's no way to do that.?

Half of it was reporting, and the other half was talking about it, Marcus. I came to visit the battalion chief..

"This is not a request, it's not a retaliation. It's your job to be the head of the manor.."

After a brief report, Marcus shone his eyes.

After the head of the manor, the command of the superior fell.

"George.."

Encrid decided to be faithful to his word..

So let's tighten the black knife..

Why should I be beaten.

That thought kept hovering in my head..

"For the time being, it gives independent operation rights. Sinar, you too.."

"I get it.."

The Fairy Squadron is in a cold tone, unlike when he treats Encrid. I answered..

It was awkward for Encrid..

I had an idea that was incongruous..

'Why not just to me??'

It's unknown. It might look good to make fun of. When I was in a group of mercenaries, I sometimes heard that..

Anyway, Encrid was going to let the Black Sword know..

You're not the only one who can hit you..