"A low-level magician?"
"… … yes."
Mudam slowly tilted his head to one side.
suddenly? why? Are they trying to get some stimulation from seeing the secretaries?
After Ma Dong-pil spoke briefly, he continued his conversation.
"I heard that Confucius Seo's nameplate is kept in Ho Court, so I'll find it first... … ."
In an instant, Mudam's eyes sharpened.
"Confucius Seo?"
Ma Dong-pil was sorry.
"actually… … ."
He reported the conversation with Xiliang to Mudam.
Mudam frowned.
"You mean Confucius himself asked for that?"
"That's right."
"… … ."
I don't know. I can't understand the behavior of the three gongs at all.
'Genga really harmed his mind.'
After waking up from the mouth, the appearances of the three Gongja were all heterogeneous.
After listening to the teacher's words, I had asked Aeng-hwa, the lady-in-waiting, about various things just in case.
If I had to deduce only the meaningful things from Aenghwa's words at that time... … .
- You showed a very different side from the previous Samgongja... … .
- The way you speak and act a little confused... … .
- no! That doesn't mean it's violent... … You just don't know what to do... … .
And now, to Ma Dong-pil's report.
'It's like he's really become a different person.'
The Three Princes he knew were talented but overly arrogant and greedy. Of course, he couldn't have the slightest consideration for those he considered inferior to him.
Literally a tyrant. If it bothers you, you kill it, even if there is no reason, you kill it. Samgongja was such a person.
But after waking up from the haze, it seemed that I had become a completely different person.
Mudam, who pondered for a while, took out a golden key from his bosom.
"Take it."
"… … !"
Ma Dong-pil's eyes shook.
"Lord Won, it is… … ."
"As you know, the rental period is three days. Mix it with other non-classes and take three or four copies."
"… … All right. Please fill out the release permit."
Mudam immediately filled out the permit, stamped it, and handed it to him.
"If anything happens, call me right away."
"yes!"
"Oh, and did you explain to Confucius about Gojukrim?"
"Not yet. I would like to give it to you today."
Mudam frowned.
"You know how dangerous Gojukrim is, don't you? The area around the shelter is safe, but it's not perfect either. I will take care of it myself, but please explain it as soon as possible."
"yes."
"Let's go."
Ma Dong-pil, who bowed deeply once, disappeared.
Mudam's face as he walked to the window was quite dark.
'What did the teacher see in the Three Gongja and sent him to Gojukrim?'
Gojukrim.
It is Marim , which existed even before the Heavenly Demon Goddess settled down on Mt.
There was only one absolute strong man called the First Heavenly Demon, a gift that enabled Shingyo, which had not much power, to grow into a huge sect in a short time, and was also the culprit who blew away the lives of countless demons for over a thousand years.
The best gift will be given to those whose kite can reach them, but those who cannot reach them will be dragged into the abyss of death.
This was the reason that among those who had lived in Gojukrim, there were only a handful of people who came out intact.
"From Panmajeong to Gojukrim. Sam Gongja-nim has already been put on the teacher's test table twice."
I got a passing grade in the judges.
What will happen in Gojukrim? At the crossroads of life and death, where if you drop out, you die, and if you pass, you survive, which path will the fate of the three gongs choose?
* * *
"one two three four… … seventeen."
"… … ."
"Do you have a fever?!"
Ma Dong-pil joined.
"There are not many books because we have only selected the best ones."
Xi Liang felt his spirit fill up.
Isn't this a lot? Isn't that too many?
'Well, it doesn't matter.'
It is good for him that there are many books he can refer to. Because it means that you can properly dig into the system of magic.
Xu Liang's expression suddenly became uncomfortable as he stared at the secretaries.
'Damn it! Do I have to learn magic skills now?'
He grumbled inwardly and shook his head at the sudden thought.
'Let's not be prejudiced. The moment you think of magic arts as being under divine arts, it becomes difficult to see through the essence.'
Let's be clear and transparent. Imagine studying a new system called magic.
… … For once, it's a word.
'Besides, the cult leader also learned magic arts, right?'
There were so many rumors about the Demonic Sect, but in the end, I thought that the first person in the world would be on the side of the political faction, Murim.
It was a great misunderstanding. At least in the eyes of Xu Liang, Ma Ji-ju was the strongest of the strong, on a different level from any super-experts in the political faction of the Murim.
'It's not a level that can be achieved simply with talent. It must mean that there is a martial art of a higher level than that among magic arts.'
It was the right idea.
'And well, if you don't feel like it, just spit it out and that's it.'
Do I have a no-aegong? One resilience is more confident than anyone in the world.
After sorting out his thoughts, Xu Liang immediately picked up a book.
At that time, Ma Dong-pil said.
"Princess Seo. I have something to tell you in advance."
"Oh, tell me."
"Three out of seventeen books must be returned in three days. If you don't have time, I suggest you read those three volumes first."
Shih Liang's eyes widened.
"Three books? three days?"
"That's right."
"Then what about the others?"
"Officially, it's 15 days, but since they are all manuscripts, there should be no problem wearing them after a month."
"What the hell are those three books of secrets, so you have to wear them in three days?"
As expected, it is clear that Confucius had a problem with his memory.
Ma Dong-pil carefully selected three books.
The sage's eyes sparkled.
'Ohh?'
At first glance, this isn't a manuscript, is it?
"These three are our school's Ten Great Demonic Arts."
teenage magician.
It was a one-of-a-kind learning that even one of the top-level magicians selected and selected in the Heavenly Demon Goddess could make the whole world look bad.
"As you know, Grand Duke, Lee, and even the Third Duke have been granted permission."
"Yes?"
"Okay, don't you remember?"
After staring at Ma Dong-pil for a while, Seo-liang quickly raised both thumbs and pressed his temples.
"Anna. Did I just say that I needed non-levels?"
also… … .
A look of sadness appeared on Ma Dong-pil's face.
It is well known throughout the Demonic Cult how violent the Three Gongs were in the past. There was no way he didn't know that it was Madong Phil.
However, when I heard that I had lost my memory, I felt human compassion. I couldn't even imagine how frustrating it would be for myself not to remember the past.
Of course, that sadness was only short-lived.
'Maybe it's self-employed.'
Ma Dong-pil shook his head. I realized that this kind of thinking itself is disrespectful.
"Anyway, it's three days, right? Well, you can read these first. I get it."
"Oh, and… … ."
Ma Dong-pil, who was about to speak, hesitated.
Before he knew it, Seo Liang was reading one of the ten magic arts, Blood Magic Gong (血禍魔功).
It was not an atmosphere to talk about. As if she was momentarily absorbed, the movement of her eyeballs turning is unusual.
Ma Dong-pil, who hesitated for a moment, pursed his lips, finally let out a long sigh.
'It's nothing special.'
I tried to explain what kind of place Gojukrim is, but it failed again this time. You are reading one of the top-notch non-level books that should be read in three days, nothing else. It was not polite to break concentration.
he looked around.
'I haven't noticed anything yet, and I've installed it well.'
The period when the 'guys' move violently comes after a fortnight.
Besides, this was the safest area in Gojukrim. It's not a place where 'guys' come often, and even if they show up, they're not very dangerous.
back.
Ma Dong-pil, who grabbed the sword at his waist, had a determined light on his face.
'Let's be nervous though.'
He cautiously left the room. It was to avoid being disturbed by Seo-ryang.
how much time has passed like that
"huh?"
Seo Liang looked around.
"what?"
Did you feel like someone was watching you?
After rubbing the back of his neck for no reason, Xu Liang fixed his gaze on the book again.
I thought that all of these magicians were brutal, but they were more profound than I thought.
When Xu Liang, who felt an unexpected interest, fell in love with blood magic again.
Flash!
Beyond the window, in the thick bamboo forest, a pair of blue eyes flashed.
* * *
Three days have passed.
"Have you read everything?"
"Uh, take it."
Ma Dong-pil looked around with surprised eyes.
Xie Liang didn't just read three books of the Teenage Magic Ball. It seemed that he had read all the other ten books on magic.
"This… … Have you finished reading?"
"uh."
"… … ."
"why?"
"Oh, no."
Did you really read all of this?
It is an amount that is doubtful whether it can be read through simple reading.
I couldn't even have read it. Because it would have required a process of reading and disassembling the characteristics of each magic craft.
You said you finished there in three days with only three or four volumes left? Is that possible?
Xie Liang glanced at him, who seemed lost, and frowned.
"What are you doing? take it."
"Ah, yes!"
"And when you come, select some useful weapons and bring them."
"What kind of weapon are you talking about?"
"The type doesn't matter. Regardless of whether it's a sword, a sword, or a spear, bring it if you think it's useful."
"All right."
Anyway, to live here, you need to prepare yourself. Ma Dong-pil hurriedly took three books and set out for Gojuk-rim.
Ma Dong-pil, who came to the entrance of Gojuk-rim, suddenly stopped walking and glanced back.
'I'm sure everything's fine.'
In the meantime, nothing special happened. At least as long as you're staying in your place, there won't be any problems.
So Dongpil Ma left Gojukrim... … .
"Turn it off!"
Seo Liang was lying on the bed.
A tired face. But unlike his usual expression, he had a very serious expression.
"It's magic... … Isn't this normal?"
He was genuinely admiring the magic trick.
The shadowy skill he learned in the past was also not known, but it was one of the best festivals in Moorim.
If it's natural, it's natural, because the martial arts itself is a martial arts made by removing the secret weapons of the old file room. Of course, that didn't mean they were stronger than their secret spirit, but their profoundness and purity were the best at the time.
Magic was different.
Magong put more emphasis on unconventionality than chastity. She focused on output rather than stability, attack rather than defense, and straight strength rather than flexibility.
And that, there was a side that was connected to the killing method of the watering.
"A teenage magician… … ."
She licked her lips slowly.
"They were definitely great martial artists."
It was a group of the highest rank in itself. Just by coming into contact with various magic arts, Xi Liang's enlightenment could grow one step further than when he was King Sal.
the problem is.
"You don't have to learn it."
He lifted up the secret book he had been reading a moment ago.
'Is it called Jin Demon?'
There is one thing Ma Dong-pil misunderstood.
He did not read all but three or four volumes of Xiliang. He had already read through all the books and had been re-reading the secret book called Jinma-gong for half a day that he was attracted to.
'If this... … It seems to be fine, but... … .'
If you only think about the level of simple magic, you can't keep up with the teenage magic.
However, he had no intention of learning magic alone.
Seo Liang, who had been staring at the secret rank, tousled his hair.
"Oh, I don't know! Let's wake up for a moment."
He jumped up, sat cross-legged on the bed, and operated the Muae-gong.
Woo woo woo.
In an instant, the air in the room became clear and Xu Liang's face became relaxed.
'As expected, Muae Gong is the best when grunting... … .'
In an instant, his eyes flashed.
'… … ?'
slip.
There were subtle footsteps that I couldn't catch with my hearing, but felt with my instinctive senses.
He slowly loosened his cross-legged seat and turned his gaze to the window.
Flash!
A pair of blue eyes glowing 'something.'
The old man's mouth fell open.
"What, what?"
Faaaaang!
The owner of the eye light jumped toward the window at breakneck speed.