Book 1 Chapter - 23

It wasn't worth a d*mn story.The seeds didn't work well in the academy.

They're all flying and scratching the talent of Philtrum Peak.

It was a piled up place, so it could not be recognized for its ability.

Especially first-year students like them were out of the question. A year is a year of high school seniors.

It was just a meal and a toy.

Security guard main gate, which is monitored by the watchtower on the main gate.

The watchtower had a roof that shaded him from the sun, and sometimes...

It was a comfortable seat where you could sit and stretch your legs. And, uh, school.

Inside patrols, you just have to walk around with a knife, which is more comfortable.

It was a job, but all those comfortable positions were yours.

I'll go back first, and for a year-old student like Goyang City and Baekseok-dong,

The hardest work is bound to be allocated. It was a tradition and a custom.

It would be the same everywhere.

Just in case, as expected, Goyang City and Baekseok-dong are very busy.

It's been a long time since morning, and I've been in such a hurry, and I've been in a relationship with the previous group.

From the grave of Daehan, people began to come and go constantly.

The time allowed for outsiders to enter the school is at the beginning of the grave (around 8 a.m.)

It was from

But somehow noon approaches, and the sun sets in the middle of the sky.

Like you're practicing the old saying, "Eat is the way to live up to lunch.

Goyang City and Baekseok-dong will take a breather because of the lack of people coming.

What they've done in the morning is enough to make them exhausted.

It was done.

They then offer their sincere condolences to Joe, who will shift their duties.

I took a sweet rest expressing my meaning. Half hour ahead of shift.

It was left.

In a few minutes...

Maybe it's because Baek Seok-dong breathes first and second breaths, Baek Seok-dong's heart.

Looking at Goyang City with a relaxed expression, through dialogue,

It sought to spread human relations.

The topic of the conversation is a group of people who are interested in Chunmu Academy these days.

It was a story about people.

"Goyang City, have you heard about the operations these days? the whole school

I've been making a fuss."

"Of course, Baek Seok-dong. Isn't it a hot topic in the classroom these days?

Labor and management are also agonizing over it these days.That's more."

Goyang City said, pretending to know something great.

"Of course it is. The Blue Dragon Corps, the White Horde, and the Black Horde have already been here for two months.

I'm back in training, and I'm in the middle of it, and I'm in the middle of a letter.I'm sure you're worried because you haven't heard anything about it for 2 months after using it. "

After thinking for a while, Baek Seok-dong adds another word.

" One letter sent to me was barely enough.

I'm not going back until I see the end.

-Fabricated Unit -'

There was only one line.It's more.

The fact that there are a lot of meetings in the jurisdiction these days has nothing to do with that.

I won't."

He's a disciple of openness. I know everything about the letter.

Kang Ho's biggest open-air broadcast that also deals with all of Kang Ho's information.

He was like a student of an agenda.

"The Blue Dragon, the White Tiger, and the Hyeonmu Troupe are also on edge. Well

Two more months of unscheduled performance in the mountains.

It's understandable that you're not thinking about coming. Isn't it? Goyang City."

"Yes, you seem to be preparing something great, so I'm concerned if you don't want to leave.

I'll have to stand close."

Now, no, until summer, the operatives were specially chosen.

Of the four groups of super-priority people, they occupy the horsestone.

I was doing it, and it didn't change until I left the camp.

And, when I get back from the camp, there's no change in the facts.

Everyone thought there wouldn't be. But there's an unscheduled set of operations.

A sudden delay, an extension of the operations, missing the second half of the class.

The remaining three teams were forced to be on high alert for the performance.

"And the death penalty of the old school, which often tormented me, was also involved in the operations."

Open disciple, right before that, Baekseok-dong...

It was questionable.

He's only a year ahead of himself in Baekseok-dong.

I thought of the death penalty, which I always bragged about, saying it was different. Just imagining it

I felt like I was in a bad mood. The disciple of openness, for two months,

No news, no, it's weird, it's weird, it's weird.

I couldn't help but be suspicious.

The information we're talking about here is sent to the Catholic Church as an open country bullet.

I mean the information that is sent. If it's two months late, what's the story?

I'm sure there is, but if there's anything I can do to inform the shooter.

I should've put it in.That's the right thing to do as an open man.

It was a posture, but there was no information to come, and a letter to the academy.

What do you mean, dangling?

The suspicion that you're going to learn more because you haven't learned all of that.

I'm the only one who's written...

Baekseok-dong had no choice but to be troubled. What kind of people are they?

I'm sending you a letter saying that I'm gonna learn everything, and I'm gonna learn everything.

Any freshman who enters the Chunmu Academy, he or she can't help himself.

A member of the Four Divines, a super honor group eager to become a member.

It was people, and then they felt inadequate and inadequate.

I don't know if you're not teaching me, but you learn everything you're teaching me.

Doubt can only grow deeper and deeper into water.

There wasn't.

"Huh?"

Then he turned his back on the noon sun, and laid a short shadow of noon down.

A series of troublemakers trudging toward the academy in Goyang City and Baekseok-dong.

It's in sight.

It's a mixed group of men and women, all with messy hair, and well-organized.

I don't have hair, I wear ripped clothes, and I wear everything in my waist.

He was carrying a sergeant's weapon. But, you know, the way you look, the mess you're dressed,

On the contrary, the spouting force on them is eerie.

Made me nervous.

Also, they were all dressed in red all over the place.

The black-stained clothes look like blood on top of each other.It was red, so it gave them a more eerie feeling.

They are just around the corner of the Chunmu Academy.

Goyang City and Baekseok-dong shouted, pulling out swords at the same time.

"Who is it?"

"Boo!"

Starlight glistened in Baekseok-dong's eyes.

"How dare you talk down to me!"

Wearing particularly dirty clothes among them at the same time as shouting, "Who is it?"

A man with a grubby face ran out and ran out of Baekseok-dong's head.

It's a slap in the face. The power was negligible.It's that dirty, dirty thing.

The man is punishing Baek Seok-dong's rude mouth and tongue.

The meaning seemed to have been slashed against the stone-like head of Baekseok-dong.

I fed you albam. What is known to the public is its power and ignorance.

It's a different dimension, but...

The man who fed Baek Seok-dong a powerful albam is wearing.

It was a raggedy thing to wear, and the specialty was the rags.

Like the rest of them, the whole place is red and red.

There were black stains.

He has a knot around his waist that marks the disciple of openness.

There were, but the number was eight.

He was the eighth ruler of openness, and a high position just below the elders level.

Baek Seok-dong's own knot is seven, so it can't be said that it's low, but anyway...

I'm sure he's a man of higher rank and age.

No one was younger than you when you were seven years old.

Because as far as he knows...

This pain, this f*cking voice, this f*cking behavior, this whole thing.

The fact that he felt familiar surprised Baek Seok-dong.

"Rohak............Dear Brother?"

The answer quickly returned to the question of checking his memory.

"Yes, man!"

Fortunately, Baek Seok-dong's memory and head were not that bad.

It was something to celebrate that proved, but Baek Seok-dong was not happy at all.

It's a pleasure to have the death penalty of a year's senior driver back.

Are you in nothing! It's not as if you've got a junior back there who'sorry.

But the death penalty is back, and he's back with 16 people.

Actually, I was telling you one thing.

"The 16 of them have safely returned to the Cheonmu Academy.

I need you to notify me inside."

Nam Gung-sang, the mastermind of the operations, stepped forward and said.

Even if Baek Seok-dong doesn't beckon, Goyang-si is rushing to deliver the message.

It went in, it was a payment.

Finally, the operations team returned to Cheonmu Academy.

With the sun at noon, a short shadow of noon on the floor, blood-red clothes.

Wear it and they're back.

Apparently, when I broke up with Ryu-Yeon in front of the Central Bureau under Mount Ami,

Apparently, it's a little dirty, but the clothes that were white were red.

The fact that many stories on their journey have turned into blood-red clothes.

It was telling me silently that there was.

The sun in the sky moves westward, and the shadows slowly grow longer.

I'm considering.

At noon on a short day, the 16 marquis, they finally made their way to the Catholicism.

I've notified you of the return.

It was the first time in seven months that I left Cheonmu Academy.

Baekseok-dong was curious. I had a lot of questions. Same story, same question.

There were also many dots.

But that doesn't mean he's the only one to blame.

If he's an open-minded beggar, most of them are.

Common characteristics that are universal but not valid.

Because it was also a win. In a way, information is life's opening,

It may be a matter of course.

Yesterday there was a son's wedding at the bookkeeper's, and today it's real.

There's the 60th birthday party for the 60th anniversary, and tomorrow we're rich.There will be a feast at your house, and the day after tomorrow, Jo's grandchild's first birthday party.

You need to know more information about it so you can eat it.

Wouldn't they do it. Starting with this basic thing, to a large extent,

The intestines, which are forbidden jade leaves of the Jumchangpa, who are currently two years old at Cheonmu Hakgwan, are shaped like this.

What color underwear you're wearing today, how many days you've been wearing, in a week.

How many times does she suck, and what her menstrual cycle is.

Open is the place where we find out and collect. Here you go.

Furthermore, how big her chest is, how big her waist is.

I don't know how tight her hips are, around her chest, around her waist,

I mean, you know, we're gonna have to figure out the trimester around the hip.

That is the information power of openness.

It's a hobby-having activity that catches the eye on such information.

Because there are a lot of beggars. Here, the white-haired beggar is one of the examples.

It was one thing to say. This kind of information relates to confidential personal information.

It is said that women's, especially women's, are treated as top secret.

If you add a little more flavor to this, the first daughter of Cheongseongpa Jangmunin.

I don't know how many months Lee's pregnant, or if the baby in his womb is his son.

I don't know if it's a daughter or both, but if you go on, the baby in your stomach is really...

Is it your baby? I'm not sure how capable you are.

It's easy to see if it's great.

This power of information gathering has grown too much, a strong man.

Among them, the open-eared ones, the open-eared donkey.

It's about cursing while listening.

The only thing that's left without information is a head wound and a broken piece of shrapnel.

As such, their endless curiosity and desire for information...

It may be a matter of course.

So, Baek Seok-dong wondered about the fact that he was surprised.

So I asked. There's a line of high-spirited seniors, a bunch of hot-tempered seniors.

There was a death penalty involved, but it's absurd to give in to such a thing.

It was this. No one else would know, but old school will answer.

Even if he's a f*cking a**h*le, he'll break the rules.

Because it wasn't a person.

If you're an open seven-payer, you'll have access to top-secret information, except the top-notch.

Because of his permitted status, he has the right to ask and hear information from the old school.

There was, unless the information was express.

Baek Seok-dong, he was surprised that the clothes they were wearing were originally red.

I was surprised that it wasn't colored, but the red dye...

I was even more surprised when I found out it was people's blood. operational member

The black spots in the fields, the clothes, the black stains, they immediately clothed.

They were the marks that appeared. He's wearing blood-stained clothes that radiating blood.

Baek Seok-dong's gaze at them was bound to be bizarre. gazing

In his eyes, the letter "curious" is an eyeball.

It was deeply imprinted.

"Seniors, what the hell happened to the clothes?"

Baek Seok-dong carefully asked with a face that he could not understand English.

He's dying of curiosity, so he's asking for a quick explanation.

I did

Smiling at his question, Hyun-woon smiled, and his friend Nam Gung-sang was next to him.

Stares at. I would have looked at you because I had something to say.

"It was amazing, wasn't it?""

At Hyun-woon's words, as if the Southern court was expressing its consent, still remained.

With a nod, he replied.

"It could have been a disaster!"

"Yes, yes! I thought I was going to die."

The old school got stuck in the middle of the stick.

"Then, the bluish face of the state."

Thinking about the color and expression of Jang Woo's face at that time,Geum Young-ho smiled.

"I was in a bind, too, and suddenly nearly 500 people came to me.

I can't believe you're sticking out."

It's something that doesn't make you feel good when you remember it.

I said it thinking.

"Yes, I think he was waiting in the street for how he knew."

It was Dang Chul-young. His hands were those of countless people.

They should be glad they didn't take life for granted.

will

"But the first guy in the gang who ran out, looking like a boss, was a little weird.

You've got it!"

Old school said. He's really why he's a housekeeper, and that's Jungyang.

With the guts to rob the Ten Nations of the Pyo-guk, everything...

The bandit who led the men of Sanchez, ambushed them, and defeated them.

I was really curious if the boss was doing that.

"And so was it. He ran out in the heat to rob you.

Yeah, well, that's the head of an acidic group.

He painted one eye blue, and the scab didn't come off.

I was wearing a dark lip.

You even look a little pathetic!"

Geum Young-ho seemed to completely agree with the words of labor and management. Geum Yeongho is

I thought it was funny, but for Baek Seok-dong,

It was never light.

"Hot bone salad? That's one of the 72 greenhouses.

Aren't they the ones who are taking over?"

Baek Seok-dong exclaimed surprise and opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, it's one of 72 greenhouses! Even though the position is...

What the f*ck!"

No-hak nodded at his admiration. In fact, the rest of us...

I didn't know that the holotype occupied one of the 72 greenhouses.

If old school didn't teach them, they wouldn't know until the end.

72 greenhouses! As you can see from the name, there are 72 wild vegetables.

Don't you think so? 72! I'm too lazy to memorize it all! 72

So the other people have a reputation among 72 green bodies.

Down there, at the end of the table, you'll find a few famous mountains.

You don't know who's sitting there. I know because it's old school.

There was. Of course, because he's an eight-decision student of openness!

"It was a big fight, though. They weren't that strong, but the head.

Because I could! He's been running recklessly, trusting only his head.

Well, the name Green Forest 72 also played a part in that.

We don't know, but the Pyo-guk's people are still injured, but the casualties are...

It was a stroke of luck that there wasn't.

They were half-dumbed and sent away."

Nohak added.

"I cut down the boss with a single stroke, and he scattered himself."

Sometimes a line from a volcano is given as a joy in life.

Cho Chun-woo said something without missing the opportunity. Without all this joy,

He's losing the value of being what he's supposed to be. So far.

"You cut yourself twice!"

Lee Ja-ryong of Gonryun, who is in a situation that is not much different from Cho Chun-woo.

I said a word out of spite.

It was to let the world know that they existed, not to forget them.

Because of that, there was no slack.

"..............."

The Japanese didn't have any lines in the end.

"Twice?"

"Oh, yeah, Chun-woo, you're the one who used the first knife to hold his sword.

You cut your right arm off your shoulder, cut it off with a second knife.

Chaoli cut his right leg off the upper thigh!

Right arm and right leg, out of balance, you, that's too much!"

A few words from Lee Ja-ryong of Gonryun, who took another chance as if he was excited.It's more.

"What do you mean too much?"

"Not too much! If you cut both your right arm and your right leg at the same time,

How can he live on crutches. Crutches with your left arm.

If you pick it up, the leg you take should be the right leg, how can you use your left arm?

Can you grab crutches and stick your one leg out?

If you cut off your right arm, you should have cut off your left leg on the other side, so the balance...

You're right, cutting the same side at the same time, being bedridden for the rest of your life.

What's the difference with the story? You should've thought about it before you fired!Tsk tsk tsk."

"What!!!"

I'm sorry for someone who's been hurt, and I'm gonna look at him with pity.

When I saw this dragon, Cho Chun-woo got angry. The anger rises to the top.

It was like conquering something. To let down an almost burst of anger.

Namgung-san mediated for the sake of intervention.

"Hey guys, don't fight, don't lose your temper! We don't fight amongst ourselves.

What are you gonna do?"

Namgoong-sang separated the two, but Cho Chun-woo seems to be still angry.

Gasped, and Lee Ja-ryong stuck out his tongue.

In this way or that, the two of them were banging and increasing their lines.

"Still, I'm so glad there were no casualties."

Namgoongsan Mountain said quietly. I'm glad she's doing that, too.

It was a point that was being made.

"Kkk, but I've seen a lot of blood."

Everyone nodded together as if they were sympathetic to Geum Young-ho's words.

They've really lost a lot of blood. They're coming in with a lot of confidence.

He chose only one of the limbs to refrain from killing.

Not killing doesn't mean less blood. One of the limbs.

Now that it's cut, it's only natural that blood spews out from that cross section.

It's been such a rough battle, it's inevitable, it has to be overturned.

It's what I did.

Baek Seok-dong listens to the mysterious conversations between them.

All I could do was look puzzled, listen silently.

It was only.

The content was like this.

They were heading for Namchang, accompanied by the Pyo-Jungyang Bureau.

A bandit that crosses the boundary of Sichuan and counts about 500 in the mountains.

I was waiting in ambush for how the times knew.

There's an Amifa behind the Joongyang Pyo Bureau.

It was a well-known fact. Without knowing the Central Ten Nations, how could you steal?

You know that, but you're ready to go at it.

It must have come. How did they know, the bandits find out where they were going?

It's called a tiger bone, but I've never seen anyone that strong.