How the Villain Lives

13. Doubtful ears,

It wasn't one or two.

Assuming you save it if you add it to the loot from this raid, at least the oil will run out of enormous food enough to eat. Immediately before nearby users turned their eyes and ran, the voice of migration restrained the movement.

"Everybody stop! From now on, everyone who touches food will be punished!"

"So you're going to let it go?"

"I will. Let's move to the village first. Those who move food must decide to vacate the inventory later."

People started to move quickly because they didn't know where the food was coming from or what was happening, but they couldn't let it go because it was stuffy. The warrior who looked at him approached Migration with a slightly anxious expression. I saw him moving food into the inventory openly, but didn't say anything. That wasn't the point right now.

"What will you do?"

"Yes? What?"

"Shouldn't we be thinking about the future response? I don't know what to do with all this food."

There are still more than 20 days left to complete this mission. In the meantime, the food we get is really valuable. A sufficient amount to survive if you eat in parallel with hunting and gathering. In an island like this, food was worth more than gold, so there was no turning back the snow.

However, as the head that had been so excited began to cool down, another thought began to come up from the inside of the head.

'Why is this food here?'

The question that once arose began to be followed by a tail bite to the tail.

When the hell? Who? Why? For what purpose did you bring so much more precious food here than gold? But I couldn't find a plausible answer. I didn't know if I could make a plausible guess if things were a little different. However, the current situation was so unrealistic.

I could not read at all the intention of bringing food to the dying stall because I had nothing to eat.

'Bait? If you think it's bait, you don't understand it. But….'

The dominant group of the island's south-eastern forests remained the dominant group, largely by subverting the group of killers. Are there any people who would attack the group of migrants who have the greatest power among the remaining groups in that situation? I can assure you, there is no such group. That's why I was even more troubled.

"What do you do? What do you do? We have to eat."

"You want to take food you don't even know about? Somehow it doesn't feel good."

"I don't feel good. What am I supposed to do?"

"Yes?"

"Are you not going to be able to eat that much food because it's not clear what you're going to eat, and it doesn't feel good? So you're gonna burn them all?"

"Isn't that too extreme? We're not talking about that, we're thinking a little bit more about that. Rather than just deciding with what is in front of your eyes.."

Kung!

With the staff in hand, the intimidating energy sweeps around.

"I think it's realistic. What matters now is that we're going to have to spend the next 20 days on this island, and there's food piling up in front of us. Why do I always feel sorry for not being able to argue?"

In the meantime, once a day, almost unconditionally, it was quite a buildup of friction. People nearby began to fall over a certain distance as migrants were accustomed to twisting their faces. Of course, if it was stacked up, migrants and their people would have stacked up several times more.

It wasn't wrong to say anything about migration, but at the same time she burst into anger and got bored with words that belonged to warriors.

"What the hell are you doing? Don't you know what to do without objecting? If you're that worried, you shouldn't eat that food!"

"... Yes."

"What?"

"I'm not eating, bitch!"

Kwaang!

"Hick?!"

I didn't realize that I had stayed with you until now.

Trees that had been crushed with violence were showing clear marks, and scattered leaves were causing the atmosphere to escalate. Until now, the eyes of people who were carrying food were all focused on a different situation.

"Ha, this is the first time I've been so uptight. I've never been so angry in this ridiculous world. It's amazing. Huh?"

"Everything, you. Who do you dare...?"

"Who? Migrant! Who are you doing this to?"

Whoops!

It would be a surprise if his party members saw it. I've never seen a warrior so angry when he made a calm and reasonable choice under any circumstances.

But in fact, his patience has transcended the culprit just by living in unfamiliar forests, starving, bugs and humidity, harsh weather, poison, insecure encounters with others, and staying by the side of migration in this situation.

"I tried to put up with it when I was really dizzy, but I'm going to fall on my back like this. Real.

Lo! "

"What are you doing! Stop it all!"

"Still.."

"I don't think we should interfere..." "

If she had been an ordinary person, she would have been caught in the crossfire and stopped. However, he did not get involved because he was a so-called swordsman who had been in charge of the work so far.

"Don't let go of this! Let this go!"

Pixet!

It was a migrant who tried to reverse the situation by casting an elongation spell, but when the warrior grabbed the ball and shook it lightly, the magic became canny.

'I wanted magical power to be strong, but what is this...?'

It turns out that magic can only be wielded once, so it was clear that none of the skills such as mental concentration or battle positioning had been mastered. This will be intermediate among the normals.

It was very easy to handle migration.

No, even if you don't have to kill him, even if you only cut off one of his limbs, surviving this mission will be a long time ago.

However, the warrior, who had been looking for migration for a while, turned around, beating her to the ground.

"Boom! Fire cracker!"

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da!

Small flames begin to burst around the warrior.

Despite a considerable amount of damage, he did not retaliate. I only said one word.

"... don't really piss me off. If you touch it one more time, you can really kill it."

Quuuuu.

As the warrior's axe began to have a shivering energy, the migrant swallowed a drowsiness and slowly began to lower his hand. Turning his head as if he was no longer interested in her, the warrior said with a strange expression that he had committed a crime.

"It's funny what happens when you stay here. Anybody else out of this group?"

"I'll never give you food!"

"I won't take it if I give it to you. Shut up!"

Even the sound of the needle dropping began to gather in a strange silence. That number is twelve in total. The warrior who tried to convince more soon shook his head.

In the first place, it was fortunate that at least twelve people were gathered.

The irritating nature of migration was as important as the food she gathered and the ability to find food.

Twelve people left without even looking back, and the surroundings began to flutter for a while. However, as migration progressed, they all began to calm down at a rapid pace.

"What are you so anxious about? Twelve to go. We're good when we have less mouth. What are you doing?"

"Hey, can I really go like this?"

"I used to come out in a quiver..."

"Why are you so discouraged? I'm glad I came out. If I had more, I'd be sick and dead."

The warriors, who were walking from the forefront of those who said they were going to receive each other, were chewing their faces with worms. Though he did well, regret began to rise as his head slowly began to cool down.

Fortunately, there was enough food to eat for at least a day. It was a good thing I didn't even think about the loot after I finished the subjugation. The warrior who turned around and looked at the people who were following him said with a stiff face.

"We will leave this forest from now on."

"Argh! I think I'll live now!"

It seemed as if the whole body was energized when I got out of the forest.

The forest was not a good place for people to live, even though the trees were lush and the sun was not shining. It was a succession of dense boreal forests that blazed the Amazon, worms that ran around without even trying, bushes that didn't know what was coming out, and situations that made each one always nervous.

Even Seonghun, who has mastered all kinds of skills after preparing everything, will be stung. After a long time in such a situation, I felt like I could only live when I got out of the forest and received warm sunlight.

Beyond the forest was a wasteland of stones.

As if the island were to be drawn in a line, there were other environments outside the area. I haven't been there myself, but there were eight in total. It was too much to walk around all eight places.

'By the way, what happened?'

As the sub-mission window was opened, dense lists soon began to appear. After confirming the blinking things, Sung-hoon immediately smiled.

& Suspicious ear in progress

& Self Stop in Progress

& Whisper of Devil in Progress

Seed of Chaos (S) in progress

Who is the culprit? (S) In progress

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