How the Villain Lives

24. Stations at stations.

"You do, don't you? I've felt it since I first saw you, but it seemed to work with you."

"I'm glad we thought about each other. But can I ask why you're trying to mobilize people like this to arrest me? You know, there's no hard feelings between the two of us."

The people around us can be said to be temporary enemies once they are swept away by Bourne's situation. Then, for now, it is important to imprint the fact that this side is also an unfortunate victim. As if it had nothing to do with Sung-hoon's attitude, Jack approached him with a strange expression, repeated his approach and said with a slightly disappointed expression.

"You're not."

"What do you mean?"

"Heart of Flame. You don't have it, do you?"

'Huh? Where did you hear that name?'

Sung-hoon, who was pondering for a while, later realized that it was an item he had acquired during the last attack. I was so glad to have a mask. Apart from the basic use of hiding your face, you can hide all the changes in your face.

'I can't... look around.'

Too little information.

For now, there was a way to look around, but how do you say "Heart of Flame" by picking it up right at the pinpoint? In the worst case, Sung-hoon, who had thought about Eli's possible betrayal, said in an exaggerated manner, touching his chin with his hand and facing his palm.

It was a ridiculous act that didn't fit the situation, but strangely, a combination of masks and stealthy movements created an eye-catching appeal.

It was the result of a combination of various skills, blunders, and accumulated acting. No matter what I was thinking inside, at least I always seemed as relaxed as I looked outside.

"Aren't you afraid of being besieged? '

'It turned out that while getting the joint venture, it was too easy to defeat the Chinese prosecutor.'

'Not only me, but the others here may have hidden the crystal of the spleen... But I don't think mobilizing it will break the mask's free space.'

Even though swords, arrows, and magic were pointing at him, Sung-hoon said in a voice that seemed not to be nervous at all.

"Ah! Heart of Flame! You know, I'm sure it's one of the items that captures the Giant Heather."

"Yes? I'm glad the story isn't complicated. The heart of that flame, why don't you give it to me?"

"You mean that?"

"Yes. If you just hand it over, you won't have to blush anymore."

Why do you want the heart of the flame?

Of course, it is priceless as an elite manna, but it is relatively less popular as it is not a weapon or armor. At least Eli uses it as a source of Magical Power because it provides infinite magical power. I didn't think of any other use.

"Well, good. But can I ask you a question before I answer it?"

"What is it? I'll tell you everything except my three sizes. Ask me anything."

"How did you know that the heart of the flame belongs to me, or to my colleague? No matter how I think about it, you and I would never have met and met as people from another country. Please answer truthfully."

"Hmm, it's because of this."

Jack pulls a little bronze plate out of his arms, as if it weren't that great. The golden bronze plates each contained three stones that glowed in blue, black, and sulfur.

I could see right away just by looking at it.

'Oh, my God, is that the heart of the flame going in there?'

Among the items are combinations that are separated by swords, pommels, and handles, or sacramental items for ceremonial purposes. I don't know what that bronze plate is for, but it must be the heart of the flame.

"The heart of the flame and the three mannequins here, the closer they get to each other, the less resonant they are. Remember when we first met? That's why I approached you at the time."

"Hmm, that's a curious thing. May I see the information?"

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. You said you only asked me one thing, right?"

Jack, smiling like Cheonjin, holds the bronze plate in his arms. One way or another, I tried to stop time, but the opponent seemed to have no intention of doing so at all.

"Well, then decide. I'll give you the heart of the flame..."

"I'll give it to you."

"... Huh?"

Without hesitation for a second, not only Jack, but everyone in the place looked at Sung-hoon. I don't know the details, but the heart of the flame seemed to be something of considerable value.

No matter how besieged you are, you give it to me without a second of worry?

"But there are conditions. That's my colleague's stuff, because I can't bring it with me."

"Condition. Let's hear it."

Sung-hoon smiled brightly at Jack, who smiled single-handedly.

"Give me a lump sum of at least Legend Lesser, or something comparable, or Skillbook, or 10 Billion Guild in full, and I'll bring it right away."

"……."

It was still a smiling jack, but in a moment he could see the movement of his slightly twisted muscles. It was a side that was short enough to suspect it was an illusion, but it was certainly not wrong.

"Well, I thought you were the one who could reasonably judge a ghost head? But now I don't think so. Can't you see what's going on?"

"It looks good. My vision was 2.0 when I was on Earth. Now, in this world, where the stats are calibrated, the letters on the signboards that are far away are pretty obvious."

It seemed annoying to hear it anyway. Besides, I thought I was making fun of this side because of that ridiculous mask.

'You're good at touching people. If you want to know, you just want to kill it, and if you don't know what you're doing, you want to kill it.'

"But you think what you're saying is normal?"

"Very, very normal, I think."

Pair!

Sung-hoon, who lightly clapped his hands and focused his gaze, began to explain it as if he had become a teacher in the class.

"Heart of Flame. Items that need to be cleared with the highest difficulty for the Heather Giant, a Group B mission. It's an elite intermediate item, even at its own grade. Of course, because of the low demand, even if you sell it to NPC right away, the guild is worth a billion dollars."

"An item that inserts the heart of such a flame and three comparable mannequins. I don't know the details, but what is the value of an item made of at least 4 Elite Intermediate Manastones? Is it simply my delusion that even if I can't, I'll be comparable to a legend?"

The words of Sung-hoon were without doubt theoretical.

"You're all right. But you're not forgetting something, are you?"

Whoops!

The giant Claymore approaches at a speed as if it were a pleasant swordsman's sword and stops at the close proximity of Sung-hoon's neck. At the same time, the black bloom that came out began to envelop the Holy Hun.

"I don't say it with my mouth, but I'm not a good guy. Deal? Even if I don't catch you here and kill you right now, I don't know how sensible it is. If there were people in our city, it would be so rare to think that the sun had risen from the west."

A drop of blood flows down my throat as if it were not just a threat. However, Sung-hoon stepped back and raised his arms up.

"This is another unexpected discovery."

"Common ground?"

"Actually, I'm not that nice either. He's a very bad, very bad guy. There are very few people who admit themselves to being evil, so I feel the same way about this."

Sung-hoon slapped the player before Jack said something.

"Then..."

"Like I said, I'm not very nice."

'Hmph, if you're just fighting with words, you're confident.'

I've always wrestled with a lot of rankers and Allied contenders. It is fundamental to cut off the other person's words.

"I really hate what I'm losing. I think you'd rather die than hate it. If you want to persecute and take it by force, you can do whatever you want."

"Then I'll drop you three items? If you come here, you'll have at least one elite piece of equipment. Do you think you'll take that kind of damage to save one stone?"

"Yes, you can take 10 as well as 3. As I already said, I hate losing money. If you don't intend to make a deal, you can kill me like this and search this city hard for the rest of your time to find my colleague. Of course I don't think you can find it."

When Sung-hoon said that, he took a step forward. Instead, Jack left his sword behind.

'Hmph, that's how desperate the item is. You thought you'd give it to me gently?'

I was lucky to keep my head down a little. The gesture was perfect, but his eyes were trembling marginally at the fear that Jack might do something unexpected.

And the posturing of such a hymn was perfectly worked out.

'... puck!'

So far, it was Jack who separated his body and head without thinking about it. But this time it was different. If I missed this opportunity, I did not know how long the secondment would be postponed.

'I'd rather torture....'

"I'm just saying, if you torture me, you won't get much information. for six days."

This was a lie.

In fact, Sung-hoon was ready to apologize and cooperate actively if he broke a finger immediately. Sung-hoon was not ashamed of his thoughts, although he may seem humble.

It was a natural providence that the opponent would inflict an unthinkable amount of torture on him, whose purpose was to obtain information anyway. Wouldn't it make a difference if it was determined that all sorts of things were said and tortured and all sorts of things were said and all kinds of things were said and all kinds of things were said and all kinds of things were said with one finger?

Sung-hoon, who had personally inflicted torture, knew that he had never seen a human being enduring in front of suffering and that he would not be much different. However, Jack, who had already been halfway through the act of the Holy Spirit, fully embraced the skill of the Holy Spirit and unconsciously accepted the words of the Holy Spirit as true.

Our protagonists are always determined.

If someone comes to help or is not in the category of a plan, if they are tortured, they have the will to cooperate 99% of the time. But of course, it's a separate matter of whether that collaboration will bring benefits.