Along with the writing, an arrow appeared in the Experience Book. He climbed onto the roof of the car and saw where the arrow pointed.

Looking in the direction indicated by the arrow, the stalactites saw stars floating in the night sky.

And Jong-seok, who guessed the direction of the constellation, nodded.

270 kilometers north west...'

Jongseok opened the map map of his cell phone. And we've identified 270 kilometers northwest of where we are.

"Near Tortan."

Not exactly, but on the street it was there. Jong-seok got into the car and started driving north.

The 270-kilometer-long rock stopped on one side of the road and saw the city ahead.

I searched on the Internet on my way here, and it was a tourist city located in an Indian reservation.

It was a city that didn't look very big, but it was a tourist city, so the colorful lights were shining brightly around it.

"That must be the Todan Hotel in the middle."

Looking at the Tudan Hotel, which stands high in the middle of the city, Jongseok brought out his experience book.

Jong-seok frowned at the article asking if he would conduct an experience book search.

"Have you seen this crazy experience of a thief?"

I just burned 380,000 experience and asked for another one. He wrote quickly.

At the words of the Experience Book, Jong-seok wrote while reading the Experience Book for a while.

Jong-seok, who had been thinking for a while, wrote.

After thinking for a while, Jong-seok nodded his head and put his experience book into the book.

Then he drove his car to Tortan. Jong-seok, who entered the foundation, got a room in a hotel.

Jong-seok, who entered the room with a bag, lay down on the bed immediately.

I'm a little tired because I drove for more than seven o'clock.

"Whoa!"

Jong-seok, who had remained there for a while, rose up.

After thinking for a while, I brought up my experience book. Jong-seok, who took out his experience book, wrote on it.

Argh!

When the light came out of the experience book, Jong-seok came up with an image of the shape he wanted and focused on it.

And as soon as Jongseok's image was properly established, light came out of his experience book and began to change.

Argh!

And when the light began to fade, a new book of experience appeared.

The new experience book was also a form of a notebook. But... when Jong-seok opened the book, he changed his appearance.

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

As I spread it out and spread it around, it changed into a large battery. It's like a folded map.

Jong-seok, who spread his experience book wide on the bed, nodded.

"Well-made."

Looking at the experience book filling the bed, Jong-seok took the pencil and began drawing some lines.

Sweep! Sweep!

Lines soon began to be outlined to draw along the pencils of the stalactites.

What Jong-seok is drawing now was a world map.

It's been a while since I've painted. It's fun.

Thinking like that, Jong-seok sometimes began to draw pictures looking at world maps with a hand pen.

The last stone, which was mapped until dawn in the hotel room, was painted as precisely as possible.

And not only is it a map, but it also has a longitude and latitude and latitude mark inside.

Write your location in the Experience Book through longitude and latitude so that you can pinpoint the location of the other Experience Book when you search.

That's how Jong-seok, who drew a world map in his experience book, took his hand off.

And when Jong-seok looked at the world map, the map disappeared with debt.

You wrote down the experience of drawing a world map in your experience book. You've earned 2,500 points of experience.

Jong-seok nodded at the experience of drawing a world map.

2,500 isn't bad.

It is an amount of experience I would have liked in the past, but these days, the amount of consumption is so high that I can only pee on my feet.

But it was also a good experience because I knew this was not worth the experience.

Jong-seok searched Tortan's map on his cell phone and began to draw it.

Jong-seok, who painted the topography of the foundation, wrote while looking at his experience book.

Argh!

World maps began to appear in the book of experience in Jong-seok's writings. Jong-seok, who was looking at the world map revealed in the book of experience, put his hands on Korea and pretended to spread it on both sides.

Then Korea began to grow bigger.

Jong-seok smiled and nodded as the map expanded like a smartphone.

"Okay!"

When I made my experience book, I did an image of this function, and it was certainly applied.

Jong-seok grew and decreased Korea, and gave up his experience book.

"Now let's go find it."

Small muttered Jongseok's experience book has been folded back to the size of his notebook.

Jong-seok, who put his experience book in his pocket, left the hotel. The last stone from the parking lot came out of the foundation.

Jong-seok, who stopped his car in a deserted place, looked around once and took out his cell phone.

I checked where Jong-seok is, and I checked his longitude and latitude.

If you wanted to know where you were at least a little bit, you should have known.

After seeing the longitude and latitude, Jong-seok took out his experience book, activated the map, and put a dot where he was.

Jong-seok, who entered his location, took a breath and wrote.

Argh!

Light emitted from the book of experience and spread round around the stalactites.

Jong-seok hurriedly wrote in a letter announcing the success of his search for the experience book.

Jong-seok was satisfied with the answer to his experience book.

It's exactly 13,000.

Jong-seok muttered in his mind and looked at his experience book.

'You stopped at 2,000, so you're within 20 kilometers of the perimeter, right?'

Argh!

Tortan's map came to mind in Jongseok's writing. Then a shiny circle appeared from one of the maps.

Jong-seok shook his head after a while at the answer to his experience book.

"It's a waste of experience."

Then, Jongseok looked at the circle in the experience book and looked at the location of the place with a cell phone map.

It's a mountain.

On the map seen in Skyview, there were thick forest and mountains.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the location of the place for a while, nodded and got into the car and began to move.

***

Jongseok was in an Indian village within the Indian reservation.

There was not much difference even in Indian villages. All the Indies were selling Indian-related tour packages.

Like Korean folk villages, Indian villages were just tourist attractions selling Indian culture.

The only problem is...

There was an experience book in the real Indian village beyond the tourist attractions.

This was a place to show people Indian culture, and the real Indians lived in their own villages where they had to go further inside.

And the Indian village did not attract tourists.

Jongseok and tourists were looking around the historical museum in the middle of the Indian village.

"Our Sky tribe is a tribe that worships the sky. Praise the sky..."

Jong-seok was listening to what could be called an Indian cultural course from the locals.

There was a reason why I was listening to the Indian culture that Jong-seok wasn't interested in.

If experience books are related to Indians, they will remain in their history and traditions.

Like the stone of ??oyama Tzumi found in the Japanese shrine. That's why I'm here listening to the culture and tradition of the Indians, the Sky Tribes.

Jong-seok raised his hand while listening to a young man dressed in Indian traditional attire explaining the traditional hunting methods and cultures of various Haneul tribes.

"I have a question."

"Speak."

"Have the Sky Tribe lived in this area for a long time?"

"Our tribe has never left this place in the history we remember."

Pride was young in the face of the young man who spoke. Many Indians were forced out of their homes and had to move to another place, but the sky tribe kept this place until the end through the struggle against white people.

"How did you overcome the white men armed with guns and prisoners?"

When asked by Jong-seok, the young man bounced his finger as if it was a good question, and said,

"Come this way."

A young man walking to one side and an old Indian photo hung where his hand pointed.

"This is the high flying bird that led our tribe from 1850 to 1890."

"A bird flying high?"

"Our Indians name nature. Like dancing with wolves and angry pigs."

When Jong-seok nodded, the young man continued with a smile.

"The high-flying bird was a hero of the Indian tribes at the time with angry horses. And if you look here, there's a story about the battles that the bird of the time had won."

At the end of the young man, people saw pictures and pictures. Next to the new picture flying high, there were descriptions along with pictures depicting the battle.

Two hundred white men attacked the black mountain with gold. The bird, which flew high, thought it was difficult to fight against the guns and weapons of white people, and set up wooden dolls all over the mountain.

High flying birds and warriors dressed in dolls sneaked down the mountain.

And the next day, when the white men came up to the mountain to attack, they raided the campsite where they had left.

The high-flying bird, which killed the white people in the campground and secured their weapons and food, burned the campsite and pulled all the horses away.

Although the white men came down belatedly after learning that their campsite had been attacked, they could not escape and all of them surrendered.

Reading about the battle of black mountains fought by high-flying birds, Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration.

He's very smart. You have confused the enemy with the resonance world, robbed the empty enemy camp, and cut off the supply."

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, read other battles. And Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration.

The high-flying bird's strategy and tactics in the fight against white men were extraordinary.

While reading the records of the battle, Jong-seok saw a young man.

"Isn't there any battle that the high-flying bird has lost?"

"According to the records, there's nothing."

"No?"

At the question of Jong-seok, the young man said, looking at a picture of a bird flying high with a proud face.

"The high bird has never been defeated in 125 battles, both large and small."

"How could that happen?"

"Because the high bird only fought a battle that could be won."

"Only battles that can be won?"

asked Jong-seok, who was looking at the young man with a puzzled look.

"Does that make sense?"

"The high-flying bird said that if I fight where I want to fight, when I want to fight, I won't lose.""

I saw a picture of a bird flying high at the end of the young man. It's nice to talk about, but... If you think otherwise...

"Where and when you don't want to fight... In other words, he ran away.

Or he lured his enemies to the places and places he wanted to fight.

"Anyway... great gentleman. And..."

I opened my mouth when I saw a picture of a bird flying high.

"You must be an empirical writer, right?"

The cursors were certain that the bird flew high to Jong-seok.

To achieve this level of achievement against white men with guns and guns with bows and axes.