How the Villain Lives

13. Doubtful ears,

Migration could be assessed in a word.

"A woman with nothing in her head."

There were other titles, such as horror films, characters in fiction, obvious violent acts, and talented women to raise temper, but the words that best rated her were also the most appropriate expressions of being an empty woman. The dislike of others is infinitely generous to himself, even though he is constantly speaking. In front of Hanchi? It was migration that did not know what was in sight. At first, I was just trying to watch a few days. However, Sung-hoon changed his mind and decided to use her.

Sometimes ignorance can be an advantage. If it was migratory, it was not migratory, so it was suitable for controlling Sung-hoon.

Even if you're not a top-ranker or ranker, if you're a bit of an emergency, your head won't move according to the will of Sung-hoon. At first, it was clear that I would split up and betray you if I thought that I might move as I told you, but I didn't have the slightest disagreement or benefit.

Moreover, even though I was accustomed to betrayal, it was almost impossible to create puppets who were not accustomed to dealing with others as I intended. For Sung-hoon, the existence of migration was a very valuable opponent to gain experience.

"Don't you think I'm right? What is this paper?"

'Of course, there's nothing in my head.'

Sung-hoon, who swallowed up the groaning, answered with a loud voice.

"The exact location and structure of the group of murderers you're about to attack, and the placement of the vigilantes and people."

"So what am I supposed to do?"

"Show it to the leaders of the other survivor groups, or show it to someone with a good head roll. Then I'll take care of it."

"Hmm. By the way, that's all the food? I think he's the only one left."

"I'll bring you enough food later. And look at the back of that paper. The location of trees with wild fruit open."

Arrogant and ignorant migration was, of course, ignored and despised by people in one body. Especially after the first day of the food crisis, people's gaze was the worst. It was clear that if he had left it intact, he would have left the group and moved on his own. However, she began to increase her position with the full support of Sung-hoon.

As the food prepared in advance began to diminish, and as she was getting tired, Migration suddenly began to distinguish between plants that could be eaten like a god. Before that, I ate plants and mushrooms that I thought I could eat.

But very unfortunately, the choices were poison and poison mushrooms, and people who were unconscious, dyspepsia, and sleepwalking all day long didn't even touch them. In that situation, when migration distinguished edible plants, her position rose significantly. Her personality was not a big problem.

What was needed for people who were starving to death right away was not a leader who looked to the distant future or a leader who had a warm affinity or an equitable person. He wanted a leader who was good and evil and could put something in his mouth right away.

And the location of fruit trees examined by Sung-hoon, the colony of edible plants, and some common sense needed for wildlife were powerful enough to make migration a leader of a large group.

"What fruit? You know I don't eat apples or anything, right?"

"There are no apple trees around here. Lots of palm berries."

"That's all you have to say? Next time I meet you, I want you to find out where the apple tree is."

Immediately, when Seong Hoon said nothing, he looked at himself and said, "Migration creeps me out, but within a few moments he grinds his teeth and rolls his feet.

"What is this static? Don't you see what I'm saying?"

"... keep in mind. Next time, I'll get you the location of the apple tree."

"Hmph, hum! Now go if you know!"

As it was when it appeared, Sung-hoon suddenly disappeared. Migrants who wandered around for a few moments soon took out the food that Sung-hoon gave them and started eating it quickly. Returning to the original group, it was clear that they would eat the dreadfully tasteless spit or bitter fruit.

Meanwhile, looking at him from quite a distance, Sung-hoon began to shake his head and move.

'I want to kill him.'

Thank you for moving as you please, but when I saw that my head was so empty, I used to get annoyed from the minor part. A normal person would ask Sung-hoon about his intentions, but Migration never wondered about his identity.

I just couldn't see him starving and believed that he came to help me. Of course, there is some blame for not making any demands until now.

"Well, there's nothing you can get for asking."

In the war that came right in front of my nose, Sung-hoon was just going to watch from behind.

I wanted to set the forest on fire with all the nearby survivors gathered in one place, but that was impossible. To prevent all of them from dying, the fire on the trees never spread too much.

It's impossible to wipe everyone out with a fire system. There was only one thing Sung-hoon was after.

'I can get enough Congo.'

There were so many people in the forest where the darkness came.

Thousands of people were moving, and there was no noise. Even if it is a physically weak wizard or priest, the strength or stamina of a normal person is difficult to overcome after the first awakening.

Not to mention warriors and bandits, of course. It was a rather disturbing move, but it was incredibly quiet to say that the intern was moving. When the warrior who was moving in front of people raised his arm, everyone began to stop moving.

And shortly thereafter, the protagonists began to approach in front of him. The man who listened to the thieves who were put in charge of removing the spine and the boundary zone said quietly to the conductors.

"They say the village of the murderers will be here in about a minute. I don't think there's much preparation for an ambush."

"No contrast?"

"Yes. I heard that most of them sleep without even a ten-minute guard? It's not hard to find because it's a big bonfire."

"... Ha, motherfuckers. The liver is swollen."

They were unable to light properly, live in poverty, and sleep properly because of raids that continued day and night.

"Don't get mad. It's rather good for us."

"That's right. It's easier to attack."

"I will raid all sides to capture them. You must not leave a single survivor behind. I can't get my feet out of here until the day this mission ends."

Several people were blamed for saying they would not leave a single survivor behind, but nodded with a dismal expression.

"This is for our survival. Keep in mind, we're not trying to commit indiscriminate murder right now. This is a legitimate act of revenge and to ensure safety."

It was an encouragement that did not help in the downward struggle, but played a major role in relieving people's psychological burden. To those who are still offended by the act of 'murder', we have made it possible to relieve the blame of conscience by saying that it is an act of revenge and safety, not murder.

Meanwhile, migrants who were leading people back to the side of the village immediately stopped moving and said.

"We're going to cut the unit in half."

"... What does that mean?"

"Didn't you hear? Divide the unit in half. One Joe will attack the village and the other Joe will capture those who are trying to escape, keeping the siege a little bit away."

It sounds plausible. However, the warrior who listened to him said with a chilly expression.

"Do you know that we could be 3400 now? There are only two hundred of them. Have you thought about what would happen if you split the troops into two?"

"I've been thinking. So I'm not going to divide it into raids and boundaries."

"I don't know if that's a mishap, but the current power is inferior. If the power is weaker than elsewhere, there will naturally be people escaping in that direction, and it is only in this vast forest that a hundred people are prevented from escaping.."

"That's it. You're going to reject the operation I've set up? This is the boss, and this is me. So follow my lead."

Since the first day of the mission, the warrior who had encountered Migration began to sink into the boiling life of the Bubble Bubble. It seems plausible to hear anything from anyone who doesn't even know the bottlenecks of military law.

Of course, she's not wrong. There must also be a siege to stop those who try to escape. However, if the power on this side and on the other side is inferior and the numbers are rather pushy, it would be no good to split the troops in two.

'If the fugitives come this way, they may be attacked by each other. Even if you concentrate all your strength, you don't know what a waste this is.'

We cannot allow this kind of operation. However, the warrior soon shut up. It was an act to fuck towards migration that had been constantly piled up so far. Meanwhile, looking at the people divided into two, Migration remembered the masks who came to him before the operation began.

"This is an ambush. So what about this?"

"What is it?"

"A simple siege by amnesty could result in many fugitives. Divide the troops into two and make sure the fugitives are captured."

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