Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

Cardisable instruments are usually made of merit.

An extremely rare chance to acquire an instrument item card in this system.

However, if it did, the item name or description would contain information about the place of acquisition or the name of the parent that affected it.

This instrument Irena received from the author is a violin made by talent.

'Let's compare it.'

I opened the item window to check the information of 'Fate of Anonymous'.

[Item Name] Fate of Anonymous

[Format] Weapon

[Rarity] N ~ EX

[Skill] 0%

[Effect] Undetermined

[Explanation]

Weapons that change name, rarity, or effectiveness based on user experience, expectations, ideas, goals, beliefs, etc.

Only those with destiny can use it.

'Fluent violins and formats are different, and the range of rarity changes is small. It's a deteriorating plate, but the description is too similar. I think this violin imitated the fates of anonymity.'

I may be able to catch a clue about this weapon in a place I never expected.

'I'd like to hear from a talented violinist.'

There is only one talented violinist.

There are so many people looking for him, he is a craftsman who lives in hiding.

'I don't have a way to get in touch with you, but...'

When I'm trying to figure out what number to get.

"I also want to see you materialize!"

"Me too! Lena, please!"

Kim Yuri and Moonlight, who were observing the card with a glimmer of eyes, asked Irena to nod.

"What do you do, tremble?"

When Irena, holding the card, shed a bipolar wave, the card turned into a golden violin.

Jaw pads, rope racks, slabs and cord coverings were black, but most of the trunks were golden.

It was an art-like violin with a peculiar color that sometimes appeared platinum depending on the angle of light.

"Beautiful!"

"Awesome! I wonder what that sounds like!"

Irena hesitates, who couldn't take her eyes off the talented violin.

"I can't do Arco because I don't have a bow right now, but you can do Picicato. Do you want to hear it?"

"You mean the state of the art of using hands? You used to play your first song!"

"I want to hear it!"

"Me, too."

With Kim Yuri's fervent request and my words added, Irena began to move her hand over the prefecture with the violin in her arms.

A first-grade outdoor lounge with no one but us.

It's just a streetlight.

When I watched Irena close her eyes and bounce carefully, the three of us admired her by killing her breath.

'What Irena is playing is a new piece of authoritarian music that was released at the concert today. Did you just listen once and memorize all the codes?'

Irena's performance was very stubborn compared to the perfect finesse of the author, but the scale was accurate.

Irena, who played all the Picicato parts of the New Testament of Authority, took her hands off the prefecture with a shy face.

Peep!

Our three audiences applauded at the same time as they made any promises.

"It was a great play! How do you remember all that and play it?"

"It was the first song in the world hours ago, wasn't it? It's amazing!"

"I think I got all the beats. I want to hear you play with your bow."

Irena blushes her face and says thank you. She hugs the talented violin.

We dissolved Kim Yuri's bankruptcy until the time was near.

Six words left by the Butterfly Spirit.

A craftsman who crafted items similar to the fate of anonymous people.

I had a lot to think about, but today I wanted to enjoy the luck of the concert.

Tomorrow's deliberations were postponed to me and I fell asleep without a dream as usual.

* * *

Midnight.

Silver advertising textbook.

A silver commercials clock tower with subtle lighting visible beyond the front door.

I was standing in front of him with an overly pleasant-looking face.

I have been talking to her since I found her walking through the shield of the front door.

"Mr. Toyun, you're out. What about Mr. Tongyeon?"

The best warrior Octoyun of the natives who arrived at the silver ad in time for his swordsmanship.

She felt anxious and wanted to turn her feet when she saw the overcrowded atmosphere.

A good thing never happened when that dragon was making that look.

Octo Yeon would have started whining about going home because he had a bad feeling about it.

'· · · We've come as representatives of indigenous peoples, so we have to do our job.'

Octoyun thought the same thing, but hid his face and replied cleverly.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zegan. Tongyeon won't have access to the Silver Cantonese until mid-June."

"Why? · · · Ah, again, Mr. Tongyeon touched Mr. Huangho's nerves."

"Dragon of space, you still feel good."

"This is more of an experiential idea than a feeling. I also wanted to see the Moon Palace system of Tongyeon."

Yongzegun politely reached out to Octoyun.

"There's a little distance from the front gate to the Silver Gate. I don't want to make a noticeable move. Lend me your hand."

"Yes, I'll take care of the movement."

As Octoyun lays his hands, the solvent that blocked the foundation with space technology begins to walk toward the silver tube.

Phew.

He said he was walking, but the landscape suddenly changed every step of the road.

It is speculated with spatial control and physical ability, but even knowing the principle, it will be impossible to mimic it. Octoyun speculated.

'This is bound by a teaching contract with the Emperor! The son of a dragon was born in the state of his beloved mistress.'

What happens when you fight the dragon gun?

Octoyun will be defeated if he is in a state of war.

Octoyun, a silver-added suburb that still suffers from the aftermath of April Fools.

This result was difficult to predict.

"I wonder."

When the power in his hand reaches him, the solvent looks back at Octoyun and smiles.

"Mr. Toyun. If it's a fight, it's always welcome. If you lose to me, I'll give you a tour of the native homeworld."

"It's hard because we're self-sufficient and we don't have an exchange."

"I think it's true that Mr. Toyun wants to fight with me."

Open it!

Octoyun lets go of the hand of the gun because he felt bad looking into his head.

When I arrived in front of the silver commander, Mia had nothing to do with it.

A reception room for silver officers arriving through security checks.

It was noisy inside.

"If you had a ticket, you should have said so! You were nervous! How surprised we were!"

"Isn't this the end of today's schedule? Why do we have to come to the silver house?"

"I would like to meditate personally and relive Miss Wong's performance. We hope for a fast commute."

"Yes! We have human favours now, so please comply with the standard working hours set by humans! Hwang Ho!"

The four of us inside.

In the context of the conversation, it seemed like the entire Ho clan.

'The standard working hours set by man? That's not very well guarded among humans.'

Oktoyun thought so and went back to the reception room, but the four Ho clans only looked this way once.

I started grumbling again towards the Empress who seemed to be rebuilding the shield.

The Emperor had an annoying face, but he left many Ho clans behind.

'I can't believe the Emperor is holding on to that. Do you care about the Ho clan?'

At that time, I felt a few humans coming over the corridor.

The four hoes, who were roaring unrelentingly, suddenly stopped moving and stared at the door.

Why would you do that? '

Is the human being approaching dangerous?

When Octoyun watches the door with a combat stance.

When the automatic door opened, a blonde foreign man and a blue-eyed Korean woman appeared.

Four Ho clans rushed in front of a Korean woman or collapsed from her position, screaming for resilience.

"No way, it really was Miss Wong."

"Oh, my God! I thought you were a violin genius, but you're a real genius!"

"Paddle, I'm a fan! I went to a silver commercials concert every time I went to a concert."

"Me too! Especially in freshman year, you're playing an authentic song that soothes your lost soul in the Blue Tiger! I still keep it as a video and watch it every time I have time."

"Hey, I heard you lost it when I asked you to copy the data before!"

"You didn't show the limited edition of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum Blu-ray Concert last time either!"

Those who treated the earthlings and the dragons in the air were completely ruined in front of humans.

Those who, for some unknown reason, give each other life.

I heard a cold voice when the situation was followed by a sudden rush.

"Shut up all four of you before you kick them out."

In the words of the Emperor, the four Ho clans immediately came.

I didn't want to be expelled from the space where the author was.

"Looks like the power has arrived. The measures of the clan are over. It seems that the ability pattern has changed from time to time, so it may take some time to expand the shield beyond the Silver Command, but this place is safe now."

"· · · Orphans?"

The Emperor replied to a question like Octoyun's soliloquy.

"The Dalmatian warrior was not there. The clan sent a message to the violinist. Dare to break through the silver ad shield."

The golden eyes of the Yellow Ho still remained provocative and offensive.

The Emperor looked around at the faces of Yong-gun, Octoyun, Kwon, and Jarod Lee once.

"It's too late to say hello. Welcome to Silver Advertising. I am the head of the Ho clan, Huang Ho. It's been a long time, Prophecy."

"Hi, you were Director Yeongmyung Ho, no, you were now Director. You resemble his youth."

"It's not like you, it's you. I also use the name Yellow Myeong-ho. I've had a few conversations with you in Yeongmyung Lake. I've never heard you play yourself, but I did something bad. You'll hear a lot when you go to school."

The Emperor said he had to play a lot in his mid-30s.

The author was a careless face, but opened his eyes slightly and expressed surprise.

"Let's start with the point. Why did you contact our Ho Clan?"

"I'm looking for butterflies, butterflies and folk. I want to work with the Ho."

"A clan."

Huang Ho recalled the existence of the 'artifact' that Kim Shin-rok had invented, but he only knew the information about the artifact with a part of the Ho clan.

It did not explain why the authorities came to the Ho clan.

As the Emperor guessed to some extent, the proposition said.

"I'll explain that, Emperor Director."

The proposition for arranging this position explained the 'feeling' he had come up with.

"I know what you're feeling. There's still a lack of grounds."

The Emperor was looking at the authority.

A poem famous for a virile genius violinist who usually has a different mindset than human beings.

But what Emperor Huang noticed in her time of authority was her face and prudence as a good player.

It was hard to believe that the author, who had not kept moving in England to catch the butterfly, would have come straight to Korea on one of the words of the proposition.

'There is another reason why the author moved in such a hurry.'

An authority that received the gaze of the Emperor.

The author looks up at Jarod Lee and nods once, then opens his mouth.

"In the meantime, the Ho have responded warmly to everything. So I didn't trust the two factions knowing that they were rebellious."

"· · · What do you mean."

"The day before the Manchester Great Depression, the British branch of the Players' Association was raided by factions and put to death. Supported by a team of key pro players, we have countless warriors. That led to a very slow takeover."

"Yes, the relationship between the British association and the faction was the worst. It wasn't unusual to be raided at any time."

"Our team captured the faction that participated in the raid at the time. Fortunately, with the help of a faction that calls itself a relic, I caught a clue after more than a decade of mental manipulation and analysis."

The author rested for a moment.

"The captured faction was the Ung from the Korean Peninsula. He was ordered to exist and raided the association."

Ends