How the Villain Lives

22. Over-estimation and under-estimation.

"I'm sorry, but I can't make an appointment without hearing the details.."

"Absolutely! Uh-huh! What can I do?"

"... I don't have one, but I've already made up my mind."

I wanted to punch myself in the face of Sergei, who acted my way, but unfortunately I couldn't.

"Boris! It's natural to listen to such a virgin lady's request!"

"What power do I have to resist you? Do as you please."

If Sergei really was the one who slapped a woman without covering his back and forth, he would have stopped her even if he had been beaten to death. However, Sergei was certainly a man who knew how to defend the good even though there was a side to him that was unconscious only when he saw a woman.

In addition, as we are unconsciously calculating whether it will be profitable or damaging, this kind of impregnation did not at least flow in the direction of seeing the damage.

"So what can I do for you?"

"My colleague jumped out on his own to focus on the monsters! Please save me..."

"Hmm, Boris. Escort her and follow her."

"Come on, stay behind me and follow me."

Boris pulls out his silver gloves and wears them, and Sergei takes out the body fluid from his arm and begins to stretch it simply. And he began to run head-on without a chance to stop.

What he needed right now wasn't technology or delicate technique. For these worthless monsters, it's like a pearl necklace of a pig. It's enough if you just shove it into your body. Sergey, pushing his left shoulder forward, leaps into the sea of high buttocks as it is.

Kwajik!

"You're really tough."

"Hmph, we were going to die together, but now you're not that great, are you?"

"Don't be ridiculous, kid. If it hadn't been for this, I would have been able to slit your throat. Khh."

"I've never seen anyone say that and greet someone nice."

"... I see."

I was sharing the workshop in a half-joke attitude, but both of them were focused on each other's movements. I magically knocked down the stairs and stopped the entry of monsters, but before that, I took this man's skill, or his imagination.

I was confident that if I fought in the vast plains or forest, I would succeed in the attack.

However, in this narrow building, there was no time to put that thick shield on the front and attack it.

Even if I produced a sword and stabbed him, he would bounce back because he came to the man's shield. In the event that he could not do this, Sung-hoon was forced to continue pushing back without any effort.

'Mirina would have cut it right away and crushed it with a shield if it was too strong, but I had one skill to use in this situation... Ah?'

Forced fusion used to defeat Golem.

If it were enough, it would shock the man beyond the shield. After thinking about it, Sung-hoon hurriedly turned around and began to run away while casting a number of spells.

"How dare you!"

I catch a loophole, but never quickly, at a constant rate, and it approaches without excitement. It is proof that he is as skilled as he is mentally. However, Seong Hoon began to mutter quietly by stretching his sword, irrespective of the star.

"Tue, Tue, Tue."

A rune blade that starts to incandescent. It will be stable in just a little while.

'I should deal with this guy and leave as soon as possible.'

There's nothing good to be noticed. Something was wrong with Sung-hoon's vision. The place where the undead were swarming beyond the broken glass pane was splitting like the miracle of Moses.

At first I thought I saw it wrong. However, as I climbed to the next floor, I saw the person who was at the forefront of the crack jump, and I was creeping up my spine.

"What is it, boss monster? Suddenly? '

"Where are you selling your nerves?"

A man in the position of chasing after the Holy Hun began to squeeze the Holy Hun while wielding the shield without noticing the commotion outside. Although, of course, I missed it all so closely in front of a gentle and light motion, like dancing a ballet.

"... to save... if you hear..."

A faint voice in this noisy battlefield.

That alone allowed me to understand all the circumstances before and after Sung-hoon. No, it's better than not knowing.

'In the meantime, I thought there were two reinforcements? Were there any other colleagues?'

Moreover, I don't see the skill of the reinforcements. The scene I just saw is like a gun of force reminiscent of force. What if he joins an archer who couldn't catch him and is hostile to himself?

Archers mostly have tracking skills. No matter how ghostly Sung-hoon escapes, I don't think it will be possible for a ranking archer to track his trail in the place he just fled.

"Tuesday."

When the vibrations of the sword began to subside, Sung-hoon, who once again imparted fire properties to the sword, began to roll his head desperately.

Fast ties? Impossible. Fleeing? Impossible. Overpower the pack? Impossible. So what is the best choice in this situation? There is one.

"Hu, damn it. I don't know if it'll work."

"Die! Shield Charge!"

Looking at Sung-hoon in the corner, who had nowhere else to run, the man began to rush in with all his might. I was going to drop it outside the building and let it crash. Sung-hoon murmured at the man who was rushing into the fortitude, wielding Rune Blade in an attitude that seemed to take out the nuisance.

"Tan ()."

Fire with 4 Attributes completed!

The moment the tiny sphere hit the shield, the warrior broke the wall and bounced back with a tearing sound. Sung-hoon, who lifted his cloak and covered his mouth, stepped on the rubble and began to run towards the warrior who bounced away.

"Argh..." "

He was a warrior who tried to hold the shield with his right hand instead of his left hand broken at a strange angle, but as the soccer kick of Seonghun's jaw, which continued without giving a gap, crossed his chin, he turned his eyes and fainted.

It is simple to cut your throat like this. However, Sung-hoon did not do so.

Rather, he made several fireworks and began scattering them over the place. And there began to be an elongation, and the floor was covered with all kinds of debris and fire. In it, Sung-hoon grabbed the fallen man and passed the potion out of his arms.

Then, when the contents were about half gone, a man appeared, smashing the ruins of the collapsed staircase.

Kuuuuuu!

"Hmph!"

When I first saw the man covered in muscles, my thoughts were with him. The presence of power appears to have a material shape.

It was similar to coercion, but something was different. The force limit is definitely strong, but somehow I felt like I had a corner to stab. But the man seemed to be facing a huge iron wall. A superhero who won't be able to get a drop of blood even if stabbed.

After looking around for a while, looking at the man who had lost consciousness and the Holy Hun who was supporting him, he lifted his shoulders and said.

"Look at my muscles. What do you think?"

"Hugh, big and beautiful."

I don't know why, but I felt like I had to answer like this. In response to Sung-hoon, she nodded with a smile that seemed to please her.

"There are no bad people among those who recognize the beauty of muscles. By the way, this situation..."

Sergey looked around and scratched his head. If you have a bad guy, you can hit him. If you have a bad guy, you can save him. However, this situation was an unacceptably ambiguous one.

A messed-up building, a stunned warrior, and a man supporting him.

"Can you tell me what just happened here?"

"Well, I was just checking to see if there was a commotion and arriving late. Once two men were fighting, I got involved to mediate the battle..."

"You got in?"

"Suddenly I stopped fighting and ran away. He jumped out that window and disappeared."

The image of Sung-hoon pointing to the broken spear really appealed to the truth that it had nothing to do with this situation.

From the sound level, all kinds of conversational skills were convincing to the words and actions of Seong Hoon. From the very beginning, Sergei had already unconsciously accepted the words of the Holy Spirit.

"Damn it, did you notice me coming and run away? What's more than that?"

Pointing to the ampoule that was bitten by a man's mouth, Sung-hoon leaned and poured out all the rest of the drops.

"Potion."

"Potion?"

"Yes, it's a very serious condition. I don't know the details, but I think we should save people's lives. A little help."

"Eh? That's what I'm supposed to do, right?"

"First of all, can you clear the way to a smokeless place?"

Seeing the Holy Spirit who began to carry the unconscious man on his back, Sergei felt fresh. Most of the people we met after falling into this city were overly vigilant or attacking each other.

This is the first time anyone has ever shown credibility without even being vigilant about their opponent, saying they have to save people in the first place. I felt something ticklish, but not bad.

'It's been a long time since I've been so gentle... No, it's been such a nice guy.'

"Yes, we can't let him die once. All right, follow me!"

Looking at Sergei, who was standing in front of him and starting to cross the road, Sung-hoon secretly picked up a bottle from his inventory and began to spill it back to the warrior.

He never lied to himself. The potion is right. The problem is the poisonous paralytic potion. Rare Ultimate Poison made from the base of Elder Hydra's Poison!

If you leave it still, you'll never be able to decipher it in the normal way, since I've shot two bottles of poison a day and a half.

"Things go unnoticed. '