Vol. 10 Episode 14+
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-It is said that he will be beheaded at the award ceremony and armistice commemoration party.
This.
‘It’s a trap.’
It was a clear trap.
On the surface, it seems that Einhart catches and punishes the spies, and Eun sacrifices them as a symbol of a truce.
That alone would have complicated political interests, but there was one more target here.
Just yourself.
‘You’re trying to catch me.’
There was a spy in the detached unit.
And he would have reported that he had started acting apart.
It must have been a pain in the ass of a meeting aimed at you.
I must have moved Einheart at the right time and tried to deal with it all at once.
So, perhaps according to their original plan, after accusing the detachment and capturing them.
-You have requested beheading.
They wanted punishment in a public place.
‘I must have thought that I, who was related to the white rust, would appear.’
Where was this trap designed?
After knowing the ending, the answer was simple.
Since the formation of the separate building.
No, maybe… .
‘Before that.’
Since Zhuge Sega made a deal with the Guardian Dragon and transferred?
It’s deeper than I thought.
‘Someone has a good head.’
I don’t know what kind of guy he is, but he has a pretty head.
‘Einhart and Eun, they may both have their feet on them.’
The first time he returned to Earth, he was a little wary.
But seeing that face relaxes me.
“What are you so nervous about?”
Fille, because it was quite ridiculous to see her face hardened with tension.
She wasn’t the only one.
Cainrich, Goliath.
All of them in the same limousine were tense and stiff.
“… … How could you be so fine?”
Fille asks again.
Today was finally the day of the party.
The open road in Paris proves that.
The entire road was closed in time for the party day.
It showed how deeply Einhart wielded power over the West, and gave a glimpse into the power of the Empire’s great noble, the Crimson Duke.
“Today… .”
I’m going to catch the peacock.
“You have already hunted once.”
It’s hunting.
Fille hardened her face once more and shook her head.
“Is that the same?”
As is known, Crimea Vladimir, the Duke of Slaughter, is stronger than the Duke of Crimson.
“The duke of slaughter was an individual.”
Creme was alone.
His knights were, after all, nothing more than the scarecrows he had created.
But today.
“The great nobles, the Royal Knights, and the Knights Templar of the Kingdom will also participate.”
Many strong people gather.
With silver, for example, it feels like a meeting between the old file room and the five generations.
Of course, the ex-duke didn’t participate in today’s party, and there were many who didn’t.
“Only those gathered today will be able to wage a war against silver.”
They aim for the Crimson Duke in a place where there are enough numbers.
“Something wrong… No, I will almost certainly die.”
We, not them.
Actually, it’s like a suicide mission.
“How did you do that?”
So filet is asking.
“Hmm.”
Lee Rowoon sighed for a moment and looked out the window.
His languid eyes.
If the silence continued even for a moment, it looked as if he would fall asleep at any moment.
That’s the only thing that can’t be transformed into a Heavenly Demon God Gong.
“Are there people who are nervous about the outcome?”
“Is it fixed?”
“Whatever it is, my goal is achieved. That’s for sure. So there is no reason to be nervous.”
Filet sighs.
Even so, the tension on her face did not subside.
“The goal… .”
Fillet asked carefully.
“It’s the same as our goal, isn’t it?”
For some reason, it feels strangely distant.
“It must be the same direction.”
I wanted to ask more about his vague answer, but Philet kept his mouth shut.
In the end, it was the fillets that raised their hand.
A party where the conferment of titles and the commemoration of the armistice are held together.
It was happening at the Riaz Paris, which received a Palace rating given only to the best hotels in France.
There was already a red carpet in front of it.
Choot!
Many reporters were taking pictures.
External activities were left to the players, and they were the opposite of the hidden silver.
Einhart hides the players, revealing themselves.
“Viscount Kula! Please take a look here!”
“Very good!”
Also, they enjoyed it.
I enjoyed your interest.
“Wow!”
He enjoyed respect and praise.
That was the essence and politics of Einhart.
Respect the nobility, and envy the life of the nobility.
-Strive to be aristocrats.
It’s a job that deserves credit for the empire, and it’s a job that requires absolute loyalty.
So people naturally wanted to become imperialians.
Einhart is currently conferring honorary titles to ordinary people if they have sufficient qualifications.
It was also because Einhart and Eun had different properties.
– Empire and country.
On the contrary, silver.
-A collection of unmanned people.
It is the difference from the essence that made this difference.
“The Golden Sun Knights!”
Royal Knights.
“You are the White Horse Tower!”
“The Red Horse Tower Master is here too!”
“The few people who knew the face of the Crimson Duke said that he was a Red Horse Pagoda?”
“Wow!”
The giants step on the red carpet.
But now, journalists and aristocrats were the ones who showed the most interest.
Choot!
No matter how big a mogul appears, when a new vehicle enters, the camera’s head is turned.
What they are waiting for.
It was the Duke of Slaughter who had invited him.
The Duke of Slaughter, the longest-serving duke of the Empire.
It was there that he was never entangled in treason, and was a great duke who made many achievements.
However, he died in the process of suppressing the rebellion, so the duke changed, and it is said that those who helped the former duke who died were invited to the party directly.
The Duke of Slaughter was notorious for many outside activities, which could be attributed to the fact that he had no close friends.
Those who were invited by such a slaughter duke.
A flash that fires quickly.
“Who are you!”
“Who are you?”
At the time when reporters did not know English, Asians started getting off the limousine.
“It’s Eun!”
A reporter shouts.
“It is the Shaolin of Silver!”
Indeed, they got off the limousine while stepping on the red carpet, all but one of them was bare hair.
Also, the black suit seemed uncomfortable, and he was constantly changing his clothes, and he quietly bowed his head and said hello.
To commemorate the armistice today, Eun’s greeting was invited.
“Nice to meet you.”
The representative is Beopsan Ambassador.
He was the deputy chief of Shaolin.
“If it’s Shaolin, isn’t it all bald?”
“Who is that person?”
The reporters swallowed their saliva as they saw the one that stood out.
While everyone had their hair shaved, only one had her loose hair hanging casually.
Also, broad shoulders and a large body.
As he moved, the eyes that were revealed in the hair that opened up.
There was something that made my heart stop just by looking at it.
Even those who stepped on the red carpet stopped and looked at him.
He spoke carefully, as if someone knew him.
“It’s a bloodseer!”
It was a signal.
Lights burst out simultaneously, as if hundreds of missiles had been launched.
The Shaolin is one of Silver’s most powerful forces.
Who is the most famous among them?
A beopcheon called the chief monk?
“It is a golden pavilion!”
It was a blood-seated, golden pavilion.
The man who ripped to pieces hundreds of knights with both hands and smashed the heads of thousands of players to death.
The infamous Bloodlord had appeared in Einheart.
Indeed, strong momentum was coming from all directions.
The knights who were torn and killed by the blood monks.
They were the companions of those gathered here, and they served.
Since the murderer who killed them has appeared, there is no choice but to explode.
To many murders.
The reporters staggered and choked.
The blood monk just stood quietly and looked at them.
It was Fashan, the representative of Shaolin, who mediated.
“We are here as messengers to celebrate the truce.”
His energy slowly pushes away the murderous intent and surrounds everyone.
“Ahh… .”
It was like a divine power, a feeling of comfort and warmth.
“Are you afraid of lions?”
Is there an interpretation artifact as well? Beopsan’s voice was delivered to everyone in multiple languages.
“If not, is this not the will of His Majesty the Emperor, ruler of Einheart?”
That was the moment the name came out.
The murderous intent that was pouring out disappeared like a lie.
You can’t make a fuss in this place.
The nobles and knights hurried their steps as if they were getting annoyed just by looking at them.
“Let’s go.”
Beopsan also led the group to the red carpet at that time.
Choot.
Spraying flash baptism.
“Are you supposed to be like this?”
The hyeolseung said annoyedly towards Mt.
I don’t like the clothes he’s wearing, the flashlights of reporters, or the limousine he’s riding in.
They are the disciples of the Shaolin.
“Anyway, what do you care about the succession?”
Beopsan smiles and answers.
The most powerful blood win as the next president.
But, ironically, he was a disciple who broke the precepts and ignored them.
Have a cassowary, grow hair, commit murder.
Nevertheless, seeing him as the next chief of staff showed what kind of position he had in Shaolin.
“I left to polish radish, not to become a clown like this.”
“But this is for the Shaolin, and for silver.”
“Be patient.”
They were about to enter the Riatsu Hotel.
The flash of baptism that was pouring towards them was exploding in a different direction.
The bloodseers stopped.
There were several black limousines stopping there.
Marks and flags on the limousine.
“Bar… .”
It’s finally here.
“The Knights of Batella!”
People are looking forward to seeing as many people as the Crimson Duke at this party.
The appearance of the blood monk was also shocking, but interest in him disappeared in an instant.
Beopsan said with a smile towards the nailed-in blood.
“Why? Are you sorry?”
He was the one who thought it was disappointing that the blood monk, who was uncomfortable, had been deprived of attention.
Beopsan’s face grew serious as he looked at the curled up corners of his lips.
“Something interesting is here.”
“It’s him!”
“Yes!”
The voices of reporters burst out.
“Zek! Sir Zeeke!”