Labyrinth Story 773

Chapter 773 – 764 Elwidris, the Arboreal City

Myrmria, the princess of Elwidris, who was mixed up.

As for her control, there is no problem. Because she knew that using coercion along with divine words could calm and stabilize the mixed state even when it was getting serious.

However, dealing with her existence has advantages and disadvantages in many ways.

To pick two of the most blatant and explicit ones, one is the perception that comes from the feeling of disgust and fear of mixture.

I go around with a contract for mixing. In the eyes of Nionebres citizens, this is no different from carrying radioactive waste, especially high-level nuclear fuel waste from nuclear power plants.

‘Seongje-nim will be fine, but what about us!?’

You will be able to think like this.

Of course, Hwanin even has the ability to purify such high-level waste.

Moreover, Hwanin is a holy god, and furthermore, an assin of the spirit world. Rumors are also spreading about this, saying, ‘If it’s Seongjenim, you can handle mixed media…’ In the same way, a change of mind may occur.

If the top is the thoughts of ordinary citizens, the bottom is the thoughts of high-ranking people such as nobles, barons, and chiefs.

‘What are you taking with me to do? Could it be that this is a warning to lower your head on your own?’

If it goes wrong, it can be felt as a threat to be wiped out in a mixed bag. Even innocent people will feel reluctant, and if they have unspeakable sins, they will be very wary of the Hwanin’s approach.

“It’s rather nice.”

If you’re vigilant, you won’t approach unnecessarily, so moving around will be much easier.

But the nobility of the world is power itself. If Hwanin’s evaluation is low, there is a possibility that they will feel that Yeongdo and other spirit masters are also threatened.

How will we do it. Hwanin, who was considering tangible and intangible gains and losses while accompanying Myeonglia.

“…”

I thought about it, but the decision was quick.

From the next day, Hwanin went around Elwidris City with Myeonglia.

= Huh! Ho, ho ho ho mixed!?=
= Hee! Soul… Uh huh Name Leah… ?=
=Wait, Myeonglia-nim is confused…=
=… But who is the person next to you? Who are you?=
=Isn’t it Seongjenim?=
= Seongjae? Why he…=

There was no friendly reaction to the flying response.

The insidious schemes and conspiracies of the ruling class are not known to the lower classes, and it is easy to get caught up in rumors and fabrications spread by the nobles.

As Lee Ho-kyung-sik’s old saying goes, ‘The culprit of the civil war in Elwidris is Seongje’, and the citizens of Elwidris view Seongje as a bad person due to the antagonism of the council.

If Hwanin had exposed Merianol’s misdeeds and rumors of Seongje’s good deeds and sexual misfortune heard here and there had not conflicted, the reaction would have been disgust rather than reluctance as it is now.

“…”

However, Hwanin dismissed the crowd’s whispers as dog barking and continued to ignore them, walking around the city and gathering the wandering souls one by one.

Citizens were confused by the appearance.

= Uh… Seongjae is currently having a holy night… Is it?=
=Why? Weren’t you trying to erase our city?=
=… If that’s the case, why did you keep Princess Myeonglia by your side?=

When Hwanin’s massive sexual misfortune begins, the citizens of Elwidris who have heard the rumors gather one by one, adding to the confusion.

Seongje is a villain.
Seongjenim is also a soul buyer. It can’t be.
Maybe we’re being fooled by rumors.
The real bad guy… Is it the royal family of Passage?

Such confusion was completely settled by the time Hwanin toured most of the city for half a day without stopping to gather thousands of hundreds of souls together.

With the control of spirit art at its peak, old-fashioned waves of tranquility scatter like fog from the body, and people who have gained mental peace and stability from the waves of tranquility begin to make rational decisions.

=Seongjenim is a person who does not accept anyone’s request or payment for the rest of the souls.=
= Right. There’s no way someone like that would condemn us, Elwidris, for no reason.=
=Then is it the nobles that are bad?=
=The lord who goes out every month for us and kills countless monsters can’t be bad…=
=… It’s because of the elders, the elders.=
=What?=
= I heard about it from my younger brother who died while working in the castle. The greed of the senate is so dirty that it’s hard to work!=
= Right… My sister’s tavern was once visited by an elder, and she even demanded entertainment!
=My store took the goods on its own and didn’t even pay for it!=

By the time the crowd gave an answer that was close to the correct answer, Myeonglia, who had been following Hwanin with her bloody aura extremely low, gave a signal to the crowd that it was the correct answer.

“It’s not just that,” She said. The true enemies of Elwidris are the renegades hiding in the Passage… They hoped that our beautiful city would fall, and they plotted to incite alienation.”

The bad ones are Passage’s hidden secret group, the culprit, the elder who betrayed us, and the prophets under his command. He himself was killed by them, but was saved by the holy priest.

=… !!=
=… !=

“So please spread it far and wide. In Passage, the leader of Merianole, the corrupting seeds called the Decisive are trying to destroy Merianoll. Your city isn’t safe either!”

As the story got out, the crowd was outraged.

The intense sense of loss caused by the disappearance of the symbolic tree and the anger that blows away even the lowered morale.

Ooh oh oh-!!!

The crowd roared with anger at the story of Mymilia.

Is that gaslighting, incitement, or disclosure?

‘He uses them for his own purposes, but if he argues with them, they will be exposed.’

Hwanin, who forgot even the reluctance to be mixed up and left behind the crowd approaching Milia, gathered all the souls of the city in the central tree plaza of Elwidris and scattered the waves of aura.

“… Lhasa, Lhasa… !”
=Emile!=

“Paldain, where are you… ? It’s me, Niana…」
=Niana! Here you go! Your faldain is here!!=

The souls, who are now visible to the general public, visit their families and lovers, and the lovers and their families also visit the souls, leading to a final reunion before reaching Buddhahood.

People who share the last sympathy before the parting that death and life will separate.

“…”

Hwanin, who was looking down at the midnight tree plaza lit up by light spirits from the edge of the symbolic tree that had been broken by fire, opened his mouth without looking at Count Psud standing next to him.

“I’ll get a rough idea of how the situation will develop in the future.”

=… Passage will not be pleased with Elwidris, who has joined hands with the Holy Emperor. We will not openly reap the promised revival support, but we will not be able to prevent discrimination from being inflicted without our knowledge or knowledge. I think Elwidris will be forced to walk the path of neutrality no matter what.=

“I will organize as much as I can to prevent that from happening, but the next move will definitely be a political battle. Countess Psud, your role then is to raise her elite troops and support her infinitely behind her elkata.”

Don’t give advice or meddle in politics and manor management, just train soldiers and silently support Elkata.

It was a complete denial of his 100-year-old lord’s life, but Count Fsud calmly nodded his head in agreement.

=Sacred Emperor, please accept this.=

Count Psud took off the small crossbow attached to his left arm and handed it over to Hwanin.

=Mystery bow, the archaeological bow that I have kept for a long time.=

Enemy base. At first glance, the bow with the name of binding the enemy looks like a wrist crossbow.

However, when the phase power is injected, the upper ring spreads wide with a pale light like a light spear, a stabilizer is created, and the bow extends greatly like a recurve bow.

Although the increase in volume could not be explained by the laws of physics, Hwanin did not care and looked at the mystery palace.

The shape of the bow, which looks like a pattern with pale light engraved like letters, is the very mystery of a relic.

He was a Hwanin who also looked into the Mystery Palace because he had in mind to fight Earl Psud, but the Mystery Palace he actually saw was a bow full of mysterious charm.

Thunderbolt Uritel is also a relic, but even if it is the same relic, there is a difference in class.

If the thunderbolt bow is a low-level artifact, the Mystery Palace has a function that can be said to be superior to that of a bow.

First of all, the range of basic arrows increases dozens of times. You can create arrows with phase power, and you can set the shape when they hit.

When the bowstring is pulled, the eagle’s eye is activated according to the owner’s will, allowing him to see very far, and the tension of the bowstring can be increased or decreased according to the owner’s will.

Depending on the amount of phase power injected and the presence or absence of the actual bow, the power is at a level where even a 5m thick iron plate 10km away can be pierced like tofu or blown away like a bomb.

In addition, it absorbs phase power from the air and slowly restores the owner’s phase power, and some of the phase power absorbed in this way is turned into a bow to maintain its best condition.

It’s to the point where luxuryists openly say that the reason why the 7th grade professional Pshud was able to subdue the 8th grade monster alone was because there was a mysterious palace.

“Would it be all right if I handed over this?”

= You can’t avoid being weakened to some extent, but I’m a mystic even if I don’t have a mystic. There is also a magic palace that I used before, so please take the mystery palace.=

Hearing the story of Count Psud, who seemed relieved somehow, Hwanin nodded his head slightly and took care of the mystery palace.

I can give this to Baek Ryeo-gang.

Hwanin, who lowered his eyes to the tree plaza, thought that the time had come and condensed several gray soul beads in his hands, raising his core power and energy.

As a comfortable light like the hug of a god of love emanated from his palms and began to dispel the darkness, the citizens who were having their last wedding in the plaza felt intuition that it was time to part with their families in the bonfire of light rising from the top of the symbolic tree.

—————…

A gigantic pillar of light that rises silently in an instant and pierces the sky.

In the light that spreads throughout the city with a slight trembling, the souls climb the path of light that connects to the sky one by one.

Pillars of spiritism that can be seen anywhere in the city, and the souls of family members ascending in such pillars.

People looked up at the sky silently and endlessly until the pillars of light faded in the light that seemed to soothe their sorrow.

The day after the mass sexual misfortune unfolded. The city has become lively as if it had been buried in lethargy when.

Citizens could not bear to remove the fallen symbolic tree, so they worked hard to restore the damaged area, as if it was a lie that they had been standing around for over a year.

Those that are completely burned are scraped off and mixed with the ground, and the remaining parts are sorted according to condition, cut and collected for recycling as wood.

Citizens who had been lethargic in tents outside the castle also came in and helped with the maintenance of the city’s zoning, opened a market that had not been reduced or opened extensively, and bartered, and cultivated rice fields and fields that were almost neglected.

During the break after mental training, Cheol-soo Kim and Young-soo Kim muttered while lying in the sun in the garden of Yeongju Castle.

“Huh—… Yesterday’s pillar of light was really dope…”

“Really… It was so cozy…”

During the short trip, I felt shudderingly how great Hwanin hyung-nim was.

That’s why, rather than last night’s large-scale sexual misfortune, these two people have more of the feeling of the phenomenon called the Spirit Spell in their heads.

“…”

Like a cow chewing the cud, the two recalled the comfort and warmth of the soul spirit wine, and through a natural association, they recalled the warmth and comfort of women’s naked bodies.

After moving over to Nionebreth, they were the two who held a woman almost every single day without missing a beat. I haven’t held a woman for nearly 10 days, and I’m feeling like I’m going to have a saree.

In the meantime, I kept my mouth shut as much as I could, and I was immersed in the ability improvement training that Hwanin-hyung asked for…

The sexual desire that I had suppressed tightly in the spirit wine opened yesterday leaked out.

The two men, who were no different from each other, quietly raise their bodies and exchange meaningful glances.

“… Shall we go to the street? Oh, of course, with Hwanin-hyung’s permission.”

“What are you allowed to do? You think you’re going to have an epileptic seizure because you can’t float?”

Surprised by Kim Young-soo’s blatant grumbling, Kim Cheol-soo blocks his mouth and curses.

“Are you fucking crazy?! If you want to search, don’t show off without a mother, you bastard!”

“Eek yuk yuk! Wow! It’s a fuck! When did you wash your hands!?”

“No, shut your mouth and listen, you asshole! Tell Hwanin hyung that you want to go to a brothel. What do you think will happen?”

“… I don’t know about the other sisters, but Anne will use our heads as drums and beat them with her mace.”

“You know that and you say that?”

“No shit. Don’t you know how to iron? You asked if that would work!”

“Fuck you then say yes first!”

The two of them murmured and even punched, and eventually Hyun-ta came and sat down on the lawn.

Riding the string, riding the string, her libido is libido.

Cheolsu couldn’t give up and groaned until he came up with his opinion.

“I don’t need to attach a trivial inscription like this, just say this to my older brother.”

I was in the warm light yesterday, and I felt so lonely, so I wondered if it would be okay to go out on the street for a while.

“… You’re saying you’ll just go quietly and not make trouble?”

“Yeah that!”

“Hmm…”

Kim Yeong-soo frowned at Cheol-su’s suggestion and was lost in thought.

The reason Kim Cheol-soo and Kim Young-soo were like this was because of their level of instinct.

The two never sexually objectified Hwanin’s women at the level of unconscious instincts.

They were two monsters of sexual desire, but they understood in the subconscious realm that if they did anything like that, it would be the same as cutting off their boarding pass for the TGV train bound for Netherland.

However, not thinking about the women who go beyond the human world and look at the goddess-level women of the celestial world is no different from picking stars from the sky.

This is happening because of the contradictory thinking + overflowing male hormones.

Although he has a strong sexual desire, Kim Young-soo, who is not very stupid, asked Kim Cheol-soo with a face full of doubts.

“Would that be? No matter how much I think about it, it’s bullshit and I’m going to lose a lot of points to my sisters… It seems that Sister Isilite won’t even feed you when she’s angry.”

“… Uh. That doesn’t work.”

Isilite’s culinary skills captivated the taste buds of modern people at once.

To the point where I am aware that one of the reasons why I am not even 0.000001% dissatisfied with the current situation is Isilite’s cooking.

After thinking about it for a moment, the two scratched their heads and necks and let out a big sigh.

“Ami, on our subject, what about women… Just give up I think I’ll polish it until my older brother sends it to Radsea.”

“Oops. Hey, that’s okay, let’s go buy some clothes. It happened when my underwear fell off. Did you bring the money?”

“Uh. I should go out and watch pretty girls, and then have a daughter-in-law or something…”

There is no shortage of money. It was because they received quite a bit of pocket money while explaining things like the singularity of their abilities, the condition when using their abilities, and the phenomenon to Yurpa-sister.

The two of them went back to the VIP room to get permission to go out, and when they saw that Hwanin was gone, Yurpa, who was making magic tools, stayed in the room and got permission instead.

= You want to go to the shopping mall? Don’t you need pocket money?=

“Oh, yes. I have a lot of pocket money from my sister.”

= But that’s not long. That’s a bit of what two men need to travel. If I leave here, I don’t think I’ll be in the city for a while, so buy everything you need. Take this too.=

“Uh, this…”

= It’s a subspace pocket. The size is about 1/4 of this room and the weight reduction is about 50%, so it should be usable.=

“… Thank you!”
“Thank you, sister!”

Having received two subspace pockets and two gold coins each, the two bowed their heads and muttered as they left the castle.

“If someone like Yurupa is my mother, I have the confidence to become a true filial son.”

When Kim Cheol-soo, who had an alcoholic father and a mother who often beat and starved her children, murmured, Kim Yeong-soo nodded her head, remembering her prostitute mother who had abandoned him.

“Not Sister Yurpa, but any of the other sisters must be a hundred or a thousand times better than our mother.”

“Fuck. Isn’t it rude to compare yourself with those bitches?”

“Ku-k-k-k-k.”

The two of them arrived at the shopping center giggling and spent time buying necessary items and eating snacks.

The two know very well that it is convenient to have something when traveling thanks to having lived abroad several times while working part-time.

The two finished shopping in an instant without bargaining like men, drinking something like a drink made from coconut, watching pretty fleur women walking down the street, secretly evaluating their bodies and flirting.

“Oh fuck, it’s Chunhwa.”

“Awesome! Doujinshi Ambitia quality, right?!”

Then, when they found a 19-karat gold flesh-colored book at a general store they stopped by, they began to rummage through the books piled up in the general store, feeling like they had discovered a treasure island.

I wondered if there was another chunhwa house.

Then, it was purely coincidental that Kim Cheol-soo raised his head and looked outside.

“…”

Kim Chul-soo, who remembers human faces better than others, hardened his expression on a familiar face, then punched Young-soo in the back of the head as he was rubbing his balls while looking at a pornography book.

“Hey, hey.”

“Oh shit. Don’t hit me in the head… Why? What?”

Annoyed, Kim Young-soo questioned his serious expression, and was dragged to the window by his shoulder.

Kim Chul-soo pointed to the woman walking over there and said.

“Take a look at that woman’s spatial perception. It looks like the bitch I saw at the Administration Bureau.”

“… Oh, shit. I think I saw it too. Where did you see that?”

“Fuck, where did you see that? Did you catch a glimpse as you passed by?”

I rack my brain, but I can’t remember anything.

Chulsoo sat down and poked his face out the window, carefully examining each and every person passing by.

No more faces pass by.

Kim Yeong-soo, who sat next to him in the same way, watched Kim Cheol-soo’s actions and slapped him on the side.

“Hey. Just go back and tell your brother. I don’t think the bitch who was at the Administration Bureau came here for nothing.”