Divine Monument

Sacred precious color.

It is one of the forms of spiritual power that God's possessed 'protectors' release from their bodies. It questions the divine character of God as its background from the hues emitted by spiritual light, the corresponding hue of which is supposedly 'blue'.

"… the spiritual power emanating from the body strengthens the light by increasing its amount. And spiritual light varies in color depending on the high and low levels of divinity."

The monks' theory of trying to indoctrinate the unschooled people of limbo is often heard. The figure of the right monk capital, who continues to speak to Kai as he teaches, was precisely that.

"The least divine spiritual light indicates' dark red '. If slightly elevated, it will transition to' red ', and' yellow ', presenting' holy '…' white '." Sacred precious colors are, moreover, rare and not exaggerated when it comes to the highest spiritual colors. "

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"Can you show me the neighborhood once?"

Kwon Sang-du said.

Kai, who was adamant about being "untainted," but who, on second thought, was not "sheltered," was also a solid "two-year-old" neighborhood finder when working with Master Orha.

It is obvious to everyone that Kai was armed with them in a disturbing and turbulent battle between the earlier "protectors", and it is no longer obvious to anyone that the neighborhood can be revealed. Not only Kwon Sang-du, but the other boys also stare at Kai to devour him at that moment.

Of course, Kai, surrounded by high-ranking monks, had gathered his gaze from other 'protectors' as well.

"Neighborhood? That's not true."

Still, Kai bluffed.

Then he stood up to let himself escape before they could all be seized by hanging him, and took a step back.

"Silly! That can't be right. He said he could hide it..."

"I've never been out of anything like that"

"Show me all that spiritual pressure and give me empty words."

"I don't know anything I don't.... go home"

A group of boys tried to surround him with the eyes of Kwon Sang-du, so Kai decided to hit the run that he no longer had to get involved with each other. I knew it wouldn't be a fundamental solution where I escaped this place, but I decided I'd rather keep running like a wild mouse than be left to root digging leaf digging. I even accepted the fact that I would hide myself from anywhere in the worst state capital and point and count the return of your lords.

Kwon Sang-du...... He was kind of a kid with a great title, but in martial arts I feel like there's nothing that far. He eats a number of Kai's handouts, albeit unexpectedly.

Kai, who revealed his belligerency, was the right monk capital to look up to his lack of choice, but the surrounding boys told him something and made him lose a strong light from his eyes as if he had been discouraged during the exchange of words.

Kai, who had a good ear, had also picked up that conversation in a few moments, but he had said that he was not sure "about the age of three" or "don't mistake his fate".

More importantly, Kwon Sangdu reacted to the phrase "It's time" and made the high priest lose his composure. I guess you forgot something important, or you let it go in an earlier brawl. Take the tin cane from one of the boys and start checking your baggage. I hear you're missing a little bit.

Speaking of which, weren't these boys originally walking down the hallway of the Sanno Palace trying to get somewhere else?

"Unfortunately, time doesn't seem to allow it. Let's talk about time again."

Kwon Sangdu corrects his residence and gives a gentle thank-you.

Kwon Sang-du loosened his thin eyes strangely at Kai's eyes, who said eloquently that he was not going to fit the gold wheel anymore.

"Don't look disgusting like that. It is never in vain to exchange knowledge between those who seek the same 'technicians'. … then let's come. I'm not going to make it to the time I promised my uncle."

That's how I turned my heel back, Kwon Monk Capital.

A bunch of the boys leave the grass match venue as Kai, de-alerted, sits still and drops them off. When that unusual group disappears, the far-winded 'Protectorate' starts pointing at you and rumouring about it.

"Well, I guess you're an inspector coming to the state capital."

"Are the boys exploring the example 'Prophecy' also entering the Uncle's house..."

"Oh? Aren't you the sender called by the divine statute of the feast?"

"You didn't notice? I've been watching our grass matches the whole time."

Numerous gazes are directed toward the lads' vanished entrance in a frivolous manner. Apparently, in other villages on the periphery, as in the village of Rag, there were truth agents out there.

Everyone must have been uncomfortable with them going around root-digging and leaf-digging the interior of the territory, around the lack of favorable opinions even though they said they were respectable monk opponents.

Such an interest in the frigid boys inevitably switches to an interest in Kai that was just being eaten up. Kai just walked out to disperse when he noticed a gathering of gaze from around him.

On Kai's back, who walks with only objectively suspicious legs, even if he pretends to be insignificant in his personal assessment, he says, "Whoa!" Suddenly a voice rang.

Kai reacts to that friendly voice as if it were a friend.

If you look at it, it is Gand Yonna.

He would still be around twenty years old, seeing a fat, glued big man with a skeletal figure waving his hand closer, and Kai wondered if there was another subject who wasn't all of us, so he turned his neck around and checked the other side.

"Hey, who else is there?"

"... what can I do for you"

"No, nothing.... and why don't we go to the kitchen again? I'm hungry."

"Why me... speaking of which, I was in the middle of an errand."

I remember an errand I was telling you about from Orha, Kai, and I'm in a hurry.

Yonna lined up beside it, as a matter of course, and talked about how strong her fist was, that the one who was beaten up and safe was not in the village, and that she didn't even have half the bragging. Even if I'm not going to listen, the ground is too loud, and I don't like it, but it gets in my ear.

Kai had been listening to the information about the village of Gandh, which seemed not so different from the village of Rag, but he heard the story that the threat of external enemies facing the village of Gandh was being posed by an unusual subrace of hairs.

A subgroup called the White Bull (Bragant) is persistently attacking the village of Gand in the middle east and west of the soil. A bigger race than the pigs (orgs) say the big rocks also kick people's armies into grass and vandalism with crushing horns.

Kai is becoming quite familiar with the subhuman world. Of course, he also had preliminary knowledge of the White Bull (Bragant) tribe.

(In the middle of the soil, across the Great Forest, will the White Bull (Bragant) tribe be in charge...)

I get a little excited about matching the information I hear.

The White Bull (Bragant) are a powerful Western rival to the Great North Limit, the Pigs. Assuming Kai was interested, Yonna spoke enthusiastically as she hand-waved an experience that was about to be picked away in a battle that broke corners at the expense of one arm, how difficult it was to get along with the White Bull (Bragant) tribe.

Until the innocence of Yonna, Kai also broke his feelings and told him about the time when I was active in the Octahedral Arm when a thousand Ash Monkey (Makaku) tribes attacked the village. Yonna really let her eyes shine on Kai's talk like a child, and she clapped her hands, "Oh, my God," and she was happy. Rumors about the Battle of Rag Village also seemed to have reached the village of Gand.

That's how Kai, who got a cup of toilet water in the kitchen, tried to break up there with Yonna, who also got enough bread to hold in her hands... but made the ultimate demand to the big man who would follow him as usual, "We have a pre-wedding princess, so please don't".

But Yonna says, "Isn't that why," and she laughs and doesn't stop following me. He said he would never enter the room, so he had no choice but to accompany Yonna back to the room.

In front of the room where the Moroccan family was staying, for some reason there were a large number of hedges.

Not all the guests of the stay. It is also scattered about the underworkers who work in the Sannomiya Palace and the dressed women who are very similar to the maids of the uncle's house who were baking the care of the White Princess. There was also the figure of spear-held soldiers, apparently known as high-ranking escorts, and even Blunt Kai soon found out that it was not normal.

"Who's there?"

"I don't. You're making a scene."

As I scratched the crowd walls forcefully, the high people scolded me and complained about me, but when I saw Kai and heard a call from inside, I took the initiative to pave the way for everyone. For some reason Yonna is following me too.

And so he said, "Shelled!" The figure of Master Orha, called exasperating, entered Kai's eyes and found that the room was quite densely populated.

Near the entrance to the room is a line of guards and fighters who were also outside, and the backs of women who pumped the smell of incense from the burning again across its walls. I also thought you were the caretaker for Princess White, but that's still so many people that the accounts don't fit.

When the toilet water makes a water noise, those nearby twist their bodies away like a little. And when I finally got through the thick hedge, I was to see up close Olha, who was staring at this one in a royal manner, and White Princess, who was looking at me with a bloody face.

Princess White sits in a chair, and Master Orha stands beside her.

On this side of the table, where those two were facing each other, a woman flushing her back with plenty of clothes luxuriously tailored with brightly dyed cloth and the family-like men sat in a chair in a clear manner. One of the men wears a fine coat of law that shows his nobility and throws it with great legs together.

Tell Kai to stand back, and Master Orha gazed at the big man who had naturally stuck behind him. Of course there is no way Master Orha would know about Yonna.

The air you can't even ask has tolerated the presence of Yonna, a suspicious man. It was the man in the coat of law who roughed up his voice to Yonna, who was not hesitant to shake the bread he was holding while nibbling. The forty ragged man adorns himself with a cared for jaw that leads from lifting his tenacious cheeks. When his thick lips opened and closed and he spat out the words "rude countryman," he slapped the iron fan in his palm that was in his hand.

Are the dressed women sitting alongside the man about the same age as the White Princess? As an indication of his blood ties to the man next door, his thick lips moved hiccups to create a form of grin that would make the relative look small.

"I guess it already contains cause and effect from Uncle Bejitu. How long does the wood-end lordship of the peripheral soil stick?"

The fleshy, pig-like man was a central nobleman.