�Let�s move this.�

After discussion, 23 people moved the pawn on the chess board at position 127 by 278.

�I do not know.�

A piece can use all of the connected chessboards, so I wasn�t sure if my choice was the right one.

�It is a foolish judgment.�

The soldiers flinched at Balkan�s words.

�If we respond like this, isn�t there a way?�

The bishop on the chessboard numbered 7 horizontally and 16 vertically, which seemed to have nothing to do with the soldiers moving their pieces, moved.

�I never know.�What the hell does that have to do with it?�

In the future, if the horses moved about 2,000 more times, something might be seen, but the number of cases that the military and Balkans could choose until they reached 2,000 were infinite.

�Prediction is impossible.�It�s not a matter of calculation, it�s completely open to probability.�It�s just the beginning.�

But how come he never won?

�In the end, the game ends according to the general commander�s words.�

The soldiers looked at the Balkans, blessed by the gods of both Munmun and Wumu, with fearful eyes.

�In his eyes����What do you see?�

At the edge of hundreds of boards, Vulcan sat cross-legged and looked down at the battlefield.

�That place is weak.�

He could clearly see the golden melody swirling through the thousands of words.

The soldiers moved their words to a point where the light was particularly weak in the light that filled the board.

�It is a weak judgment.�

Servants can also calculate the entire arrangement of pieces.

�It would be easier if I gave up.�

Discipline denies probabilities.

It is not the form that the military discipline sees, but the gaze of the crowd that changes every moment due to its form.

�Let�s stop.�You guys have already lost.�

What the military flag conveyed through the location of the horses moved by the soldiers was the reverence for the Balkans.

�What about the emperor?�

�Ah, from what I heard, a walk in the compound����.�

�I�m bored to death.�

Vulcan said with a yawn. JrNovels.com