331 Reading books gives you more experience! 331

The vacant lot in the Indian tourist village was lined with tents.

The tents used by old Indians made of leather, not ordinary tents.

This is how the Indian tent camped out for guests who wanted to stay in the Indian tourist village.

Inside the tent, Jong-seok lay down. Jong-seok, lying in a tent for one person, was looking at the brochure he bought at the history museum.

The booklet contained the history, traditions and cultures of the Haneul tribe. And there was a story about a bird flying high.

The bird that flies high won if it fights and fights with white people more than a hundred times.

But while the flying bird fought the white people, the killing was restrained as much as possible.

Those who resisted to the end killed them, but those who disobeyed them either saved them or sent them back to the whites.

But... when the Tribune died, I made sure of my blood's revenge on him.

There was no exception. When one died, he killed one. When the fever died, he killed the other.

Revenge was done thoroughly. Whoever killed the Sky Tribe must have killed him.

Wherever he hides, wherever he goes, a bird that flies high must follow him and kill him.

Sometimes I'm more afraid of one person dead than a hundred.

Because of it, the white people were reluctant to fight against the sky tribe. If they didn't invade their territory, they wouldn't kill even white people.

And in the black mountains, I was the one who traded with them with gold. So more and more white people became to see the sky tribe like a cow and a chicken like a cow.

You guys go your way, like we're going our way.

Of course, the biggest reason was that the lack of heaven was a fearful opponent.

You've never won a match.

So the white people negotiated with the sky tribe. In the Black Mountain, certain areas are recognized as heavenly tribes, and white people do not enter them.

Instead, they can trade gold from the black mountains. And the deal was later maintained until this place became an Indian reserve.

Jong-seok, who read all the history of the Haneul tribe, covered the book. A black mountain was visible on the cover with an indian painting.

"The black mountain..."

It was the black mountain where he was staying now. The place where the white men attacked in search of gold.

"But why is this the black mountain?"

The mountain I saw when I climbed it was a thick, woody mountain that didn't match the black one.

It was a mountain that didn't go well with black, but its name was black. Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, lifted up his spirits.

Argh!

The energy from Jong-seok's body spread around him and began to tell him about the situation.

There were tents around and there were signs of people's presence.

There are guests who stay because they want an unusual bed.

But it was late, so most of them were sleeping or talking quietly.

Jong-seok, who had bobby pins around him, took his clothes out of his bag. They were black t-shirts and pants that came from Korea just in case I had to sneak out at night.

Jong-seok, who changed into it, took a black mask out of his bag and wore it.

After all the preparations were made, Jong-seok slipped out of the tent.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The stone that came out quietly moved quickly, kicking the ground.

Fa'at!

The body of the stone moved rapidly between the tents.

Moving quickly so as not to catch people's attention, the stalactites that escaped the tents soared onto the roof of a nearby house.

Blame!

Lightly down on the roof, the stalactites looked around quickly.

I've done this a few times, and I think I'm getting used to it. Let's go into the Indian village for now.

The last stone moved out of the tourist village quickly to the Indian village.

After passing a barrier to people's entry, Jong-seok was soon able to enter the Indian village.

I thought it would be Indian-style because it was a place where real Indians lived, but the village was very common.

It was such a village with cars and houses. It was late at night, so Jong-seok, who was looking at a village where streetlights were shining, took out his cell phone and checked the latitude and longitude.

Then Jong-seok, who took out his experience book from his pocket, wrote.

Jong-seok's writing shone in his experience book and was marked on the map. Jong-seok, who confirmed his current location and where he is believed to have his own experience book, glanced up his head.

One kilometer west... So it's over there. Wasn't it in town?'

There may be errors, but one kilometer west was not inside the village. After roughly measuring its position, the stone hid itself in the bushes and moved quickly to the west.

The stalactites that went a little further from the village were in the woods. Standing in a deserted forest, Jong-seok looked around.

I think it's around here.'

Jong-seok, who was looking around, pulled up a feeling.

Argh! Argh!

The energy from Jong-seok's body began to look around. If there is anything different or unusual, Jong-seok will be informed of the energy emitted around him.

Argh! Argh!

With the spread of the feeling, the face of the stone hardened.

'Is this a... person?'

There was something that caught a cough. The hunch was a man. And there was one problem.

The feeling was right above his head.

'How?'

The attention of the stalactites is excellent. But now he knows there's a man on his head.

He had a stiff face before slowly walking forward.

As soon as I moved it, a new type of stone came up.

Fa'at!

Whispering!

The stalactites that soared into the air climbed up the tree.

'None?'

The energy of the man I had just felt was gone. He staggered quickly.

Fa'at!

And a wind brushed past where the stalactites were.

Whispering! Whispering!

Jong-seok, who twisted his body to escape the wind, focused his vision. Then, Jong-seok's eyes showed him flying in the air.

Small V-shaped silver debt...

Boomerang?

The silver object looked like a boomerang.

Then Jong-seok saw where the boomerang flew past him.

Boomerang goes to the thrower. And in Jong-seok's eyes, there was an Indian old man who threw off his upper chest

Ta-da!

The old man, who caught the silver boomerang lightly, glanced at the stalks.

"Who are you?"

Jong-seok opened his mouth while looking at him at the old man's words.

"Wouldn't you have thrown that question before the boomerang?"

"I think you were the first to enter my territory."

Jong-seok nodded at the old man's words.

"That's... I see."

"So who are you?"

When asked by the old man, Jong-seok smiled and pointed to the mask he was wearing.

"Because I'm wearing a mask because I caught a cold."

It meant he wouldn't even wear a mask if he was going to identify himself.

The old man looked at him for a moment and then opened his mouth at the words of the servant.

"Hmm... then as expected..."

The old man, who stopped talking for a while, slowly continued.

"Are you a writer?"

The old man's eyes glistened at the old man's question.

"Experience book writer."

Writer... is a writer. But the old man, himself, and the writer knew what it meant.

"First of all, it's nice to meet you.

"You're a writer, of course."

Jong-seok nodded at the old man's face, reading young curiosity and surprise.

"It's the first time I've ever met a writer other than myself."

"Is that so?"

"Do you have any more elders?"

"I'm not the first person to leave a book to me."

Jong-seok nodded at the old man's words.

"As expected, he's been handed down from generation to generation with experience books.

asked Jong-seok, who was looking at the old man.

"But did you know I was coming?"

"Experience book told me. I knew there were different experience books and cursors because other experience books were looking for him..."

The old man continued to talk, looking at the stalks.

"I thought a scribbler would come to look for an experience book. But it's faster than I thought."

"It wasn't too far away.

"Okay."

Jong-seok looked at the old man and said to him.

"Please call me Lee."

"It's a bird that looks far away."

"A bird that looks far away..."

Jong-seok asked the name of the bird in the distance.

"You have a name similar to a bird flying high."

"When you're a chief, you have the right name."

"Then do you live here alone?"

"Is that what you're curious about?"

Jong-seok opened his mouth as he was looking at the question of a bird far away.

I'm looking for an experience book.

A bird watching Jong-seok's words said while looking at him.

"Do you know you have to kill me to take the Experience Book?"

Jong-seok's face hardened slightly by the question of a bird in the distance. I hadn't thought of it before.

'And then... The writer does not change his or her experience book before he or she dies.

I once asked my experience book. What happens when you lose your experience book?

At that time, he said he could never write down his experience again, and that if the current writer doesn't die, the new writer won't be registered.

And when the writer dies, the book of experience will tell you.

I didn't think you'd have a writer.

I never thought there would be a writer in my experience book. All of Jong-seok's experience books have never been written.

Jong-seok remained silent for a while, then sighed and opened his mouth.

"Let me talk to you."

"Story?"

"I've come here to find the Experience Book, but... I don't think it's a good idea to take an experience book while killing people. I'm not some kind of killer."

Then Jong-seok approached him.

"But since you're here, why don't we talk? I've never met a writer other than me.

A bird looking far away nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"Follow me."

When the bird that looked far away turned around, Jong-seok followed suit.

The stalactites were able to reach the tent where birds could see far away.

It's Indian style.

As the stalks muttered at the sight of a small tent made of animal skins, a bird in the distance began to dig out the ground in front of the tent with branches.

Then the red embers began to appear small on the ground.

"This one?"

"I hid the fire under your presence."

"Did you feel my presence?"

It's quite a distance from the tent to the place where you met a bird that sees far away, and you felt your own spirit?

"You're coming without hiding your spirits, and you're not going to miss them."

"Feeling good? Can you read my energy?"

"Each life has its own unique energy... That's what you feel."

"I see."

Jong-seok nodded at the bird's words from afar, but his face was filled with questions.

I believe that you felt your energy in the distance. If you're a writer with experience in the book, you can do whatever you can.

You can do what ordinary people can't do with confidence.

I just didn't understand how he felt.

I can't feel it.'

I don't know if I've mastered martial arts, but I couldn't feel the inner workings of a bird looking far away

Soon after the bird, looking far into the embers that came in clearing away the soil, put in the twigs and dried leaves, the flames began to grow rapidly.

Flap! Flap!

As the fire quickly grew, a bird with trees thrown into it placed a kettle on it.

"I've piled up soil on the fire, and it's alive."

"I've got a few holes in it, and it's still alive for a day."

Then a bird looking far away saw Jongseok.

"Aren't you frustrated?"

When asked by a bird far away, Jung-seok held the mask by hand and smiled and took it off.

Sreuk!

A bird opened its mouth to the face of the lighted Jong-seok.

"You're younger than I thought."

"I trust you won't report it."

A bird that looked far at Jong-seok's horse tapped the fire with branches of a tree and said,

"When did you get the Experience Book?"

"I got it when I was 19. What about you?

"I inherited it when I was 32 years old from the distant flying bird, the chief of the fleet."

"It looks like he's been coming down from generation to generation to the chief of the Sky tribe."

said the distant bird, who nodded smallly to the question of Jong-seok.

"Are you different?"

"I got it by chance."

A bird that glanced at him opened the lid of the kettle and tapped into something like tea leaves.

Jong-seok, who was looking at such a distant bird, looked around. And Jong-seok's face hardened.

'Huh?'

It was the tent where Jong-seok's eyes were directed. I couldn't see well because it was dark, but there was a pattern on the outside.

And the pattern was engraved in the book of experience.

"You don't tell me... the tent is a book of experience?"

The tent where the bird that sees far away. It was a book of experience.