Chapter 194 (2/2)

(I’m working hard, but I can not do it today. Even if Tenchi overturns, I can not take it.)

The skills of each and every one are outstanding. He is also talented. However, she has little experience in war. The strength of the war is not enough. It’s still far from our territory.

“Are you going!”

Dino beats after understanding the subtleties of the battlefield. Crush the enemy while beating. Pick young shoots and gain victory over the war. You must win. This battle became too big, both good and bad. There is no room for play intervention.

(If this rock shakes, I know it, Theo)

Only look at men who have the same experience as themselves and have the strength of war. A man who has been considered a few steps inferior to them. Still, I have something because I am shown in this big picture. If you misunderstand something, it may collapse from there.

(Don’t see it like that, Dino. I know. I don’t play today. And, probably no one on the spot is more concerned about him than I am. His nephew is beautiful.)

There is no beauty in the appearance of prying eyebrows in such a desperate manner that such words apply somehow. However, Theo knows. When only Jacqueline was using art as a mere skill, he was the only one who advanced art to the realm of art. His nephew reminds me of death. The sound of ripping the sky evokes fear.

Theo knew. It is said that it is Anatole who approached the essence of Zen earlier than anyone in the same generation. Perhaps Jacqueline is also conscious. Theo learned beauty from Anatole and gained strength by having sublimed to beauty.

The strength of Jacqueline, the huge boar given from heaven and the bond of violent sensibility are strong. Anatole’s nephew died due to the strength. Beauty can not be strong. The wrath clouded Antoll’s moth. Anatole at the time did not have the strength to believe his way.

(I became a little better, but it is still amazing compared to those days)

I got enough strength. Technology is also rising.

(I’m sorry. I had to meet you until I remembered today)

Theo’s ax cuts Antoll’s meat. Many times, many times, the insult that can not be reached strikes Anatole. However, if you endure pain and focus on the battle in front of you, immediate death will wait. Beautiful but cruel roar of roar. Overwhelms Anatole. There is no room for it.

The defeat that floats in the mind of Anatole. He laughed, remembering the boiling water he had experienced many times. The situation that overflowed to the feeling of being visible. That the self who had long been acknowledged is an ordinary person. It is not the winning side. It is the losing side. A familiar character of defeat. That’s why why-

There is a murderous intent on Teo’s fort. But Anatole knew. If you are really feeling, if your opponent is a British show like Jacqueline et al., You will get a grate of killing intent to ride on this boat. Strength jumps up.

Eyes that try, eyes that expect something, things that are said to be unequal.

(It’s that eye. I’ve always been seen with that eye. You, Jean, I wanted to be strong, but I only hate being beautiful, I hate the eye that holds me down.)

Anator who keeps being pressed. It is the heroes with strength that float in their minds. I did not know until I entered the battlefield. I knew it for the first time in the competition. The beauty I learned in the Dojo, who studied the pattern more diligently than anyone else, and after having many years of hardship, I was not strong.

The beard, which is more beautiful than anyone, was shattered into a beard than anyone else. I could not believe at first. I have practiced the practice of shieldless type. But the result is only the difference. Talent and violence, the samurai that I had built up in front of them, did not pass through at all.

Aiming at that figure, I was keen on strength. Knowing the monster beyond that genius, I teamed up with the black army. However, the strength was only going away. He was told by genius that his bond was weak, impure and not beautiful. A genius could not understand his misery but thirst.

I wanted to think so. Anator admires himself at that time.

“I am weak?”

“There is no such thing”

Contrary to words, it was completely understood that they were seeking “the future”. I didn’t get ahead of myself. A place where you could never reach, no matter how much training you did. There is a strong person who is burnt, resented, turned away, and licked. A genius was waiting for me. I can not answer because I am weak. A genius is trying to combine strength and beauty like fitting.

There was a point in your way. I felt as if I was being accused of being unbelievable. Weak, too weak. I really hate myself.

“We’re weak. I know the best. I was weak. I could not believe in the way or the strength I had in front of me. I gave up because I was weak. “I am weak. There is no strength in my armor. There is no beauty. I am weak.”

Theo noticed that he was jealous and that his response had changed a little. Responses to the offensive attack are diminishing. It will not change as usual. Rather, the victory seemed to be approaching.

“But we are strong!”

A response to fade away. After the start, Theo bloomed with a smile.

“I abandoned my arms, abandoned my country, lost everything, there was something I wanted.”

The weight disappears from the meeting. The response disappears.

“I live in no track. A lively mercenary life on that day. A good laugh, a good chat, a group of only noisy people. There have been no such people around me until now. It was a world that surrounded me, and of course I thought that it was such a person, and I was acting like that. ”

The members of the black mercenaries knew the fort. Strictly speaking, it is not a sword but a sword technique of a female lion proud of Leonvarn, a defensive sword of the left hand. It was reproduced with a whistle. The completion degree is a word of abnormality. Originally, it is a miracle that draws it with one arm, which is a double-sword of one attack and one defense.

“I don’t know, I don’t like that. I was surprised by myself. I’m an idiot with a fool and I love to live that day. There’s no stability. I’m not proud. But I have freedom. I’m satisfied enough with that. ”

Nika, who plays Mire and the battle to death, smiles. The casually picked up military personnel were found to be indispensable to their flocks. I also want to laugh. I also want to hug you. I would like to say thank you. Thank you, for becoming like their flock.

“It doesn’t have to be strong. It doesn’t have to be beautiful. But I want to continue this day. Until the day when my life runs out, until the day when the flock’s head dies. It’s not today.

Theo’s wolf flies in the wrong direction. There is no answer. Flexiblely, it detours with a touch as if you love the feathers. The same kind of armor as the maiden’s sword. It was prepared to be quiet there. A calm and passionate passion leads the passion beyond that.

“Well, I got it. I got it.”

There was no play. I was neither arrogant nor arrogant. The last one really did everything in his heart.

“Can you change this moment in this year?”

Theo was thinking while pulling a whistle. About the man who turned into another person in front of the eyes. Examine the excitement of your first visit, the disappointment of your next visit, and the new sensation you saw last. Today, swallowing excuses, Teo touched the thorn in his chest.

“Beautiful, strong and free”

It was out of Teo’s perception how it was decided after distracting Teo’s murder. A silent rose that can not hear even the sound of death. Only the will to survive has been transmitted. Theo feels that amount of heat and Teo sings.

“It’s your nephew. Your nephew broke me.”

I have no complaints. I am satisfied with it. It wasn’t the strongest I saw, but I thought I could assert with my heart that I was the best bond. So I laugh and die.

(Dino, forgive me. I will be disqualified as a soldier, but I am satisfied as a warrior.)

The fight between men who spent their lives on a bribe. I was convinced and died. It looks like a satisfying death for Theo. All my heart was, but I had no life to overturn it.

Theo falls. Another star fell again.

“I know it, but I have a good face and die … Temee always slips.”

As a Camper Doll, Pinot, Lalo, and his own duties as generals, and the man himself named Teo, always worked hard to study the ax, faithful to his desires. The wolf is surpassed and dies. It is unimaginably regrettable, and it will be the most satisfying death on it. It is understood because of the same generation of Campadol.

“I don’t like it, but it changes, but don’t lick the layers of Estad!”

There is still enough power. Even without theo, it is not until El-Sid comes out.