How the Villain Lives

37. Harvest as sown.

The tent where the High Priest resided was too big for the chief of the army. It wasn't just built to avoid the rain, it was built outdoors because it was creating fantasies and consumables that would be consumed in the future.

And those who defend it do not belong to anyone but only the High Priests and receive only his orders. Unlike the people I have seen so far, I was in no position to blur, and I was clearly on my guard. There were only priests who had access to this place, and they were also able to come here in accordance with established procedures. And right now, someone has broken the rules.

"Hmm?"

The eyes of the Royal Guard commander, who penetrated the darkness and confirmed that he was beyond it, narrowed. I saw a man stretching out his arms and twisting. At first I thought he was just trying to get around. However, as he stumbled, he was apparently approaching this side.

"Stop! Stop there! You don't know where this is, do you?"

"... Ugh."

"There are no two warnings. Stop right there!"

"Argh!"

The rapporteur, who looked at a man approaching at a rapid pace as he spilled saliva like a real zombie, did not mean a metaphor. There was one absolute law I could never break, no matter how many addicts I had. That is, it should never go against the higher ranks, especially the High Priests.

Nationality, race, thought, gender, and age all come together in this way, so that everyone can move without noise thanks to the covenant that only the High Priest can make. What if I resist planting the High Priest a little? He doesn't stand up and kill or punish anyone himself. I simply don't give medication to him or anyone around him anymore. That alone frightened everyone and tried not to oppose him.

"What? You don't shoot?"

"Yes? Really?"

"Stupid."

The Royal Guard commander who pushed his men took the hand axe he was holding and threw it at the man who was running. It seemed like he was trying to avoid it, but the axe that flew in the blink of an eye was stuck deep in his thigh and knocked him down.

"There I am..." "

Kwajik!

I didn't even give him a chance to talk. The commander of the Royal Guard who jumped into the air immediately pierced the jaw in a straight line from the man's head with the spear he was holding. The mission he received was to pay those who came close to him. None other than that is Alba.

"What was it?"

"... You must have lost your mind while consuming too much drugs."

The commander of the Royal Guard, who tasted the blood of a dead man with his fingers, pulled out his spear and said: Occasionally, people who are so overdosed with drugs get into trouble. However, it was the first time that this happened near where the High Priest lived. People around here were not fools who couldn't think about what to do because of the momentary pleasures, and they were controlling the medication on their own.

'Is the victory close enough to relieve the tension, or...?'

"Captain?"

"Stupid! Get down!"

As soon as he lowered his head and grabbed the head of a colleague who was staring at him, the spear that he blew close passed over him. Even though he saw it himself, he swallowed a drowsiness by touching his back neck in such a swift manner that he did not know when to pull it out and throw it.

"Idiot, don't cover in front of the captain."

"Well, does it make sense to throw a spear at someone?"

"Ha, you haven't seen this captain fight yet? He was called the hero of Brazil and reigned over everyone.."

"Michael!"

"Yes, old school!"

Carlos, the commander of the Royal Guard, looks at his useless past for a moment and knocks lightly on his shoulder. The story of the past was that Carlos hated it the most. As he approached the window, thinking there would be no more nonsense, he looked around for a moment.

'I feel like I've moved something.'

"It's not about the mood."

As long as he lost the glory of his past and fell this ugly, he had himself in his skills. Obviously I felt something important, so I threw the spear without hesitation. I would have been hit by something if I hadn't been a little late because of the man on the trajectory.

"From now on, we increase our alert to the maximum."

"Yes? From now on?"

"Yes. Call all those who are resting. I felt something unusual. No ant should be approached near it. Everybody stay awake and move."

Boom!

Carlos, who recovered the spear, begins to look back and return to where he was. It is a very strange order, but the people who knew about it began to move quickly after erasing their playful looks. Then, as people disappeared nearby, Sung-hoon and Borang slightly lifted their heads and began to explore the surrounding area near the wooden tents.

'He was definitely a top-ranker just now.'

I felt a slight slow movement as I grabbed a runner, but even so, I noticed his moves and threw a spear. If I hadn't delayed time because of the man in orbit, I would have hurt the window. Looking at the slightly slashed sleeve, Seong Hun kept a colder expression.

"Now come to your senses and follow me. I will leave without hesitation the moment I think it will get in the way."

"... Okay."

The somewhat playful attitude disappeared and Borang, who looked at the picture of Seong-hoon speaking coldly, also began to move seriously without seeing what he was grumbling about until now. She can tell the difference between when jokes are allowed and when they are not.

'I wish I was overreacting.'

The moment he lifted the tent slightly and came inside, Sung-hoon wondered if he had come in wrong. The spicy wooden boxes and items all over the place are reminiscent of the warehouse. Fortunately, there was not a single person inside such a large tent.

In a little while, the tools used by alchemists who knew Sung-hoon well increased.

"Can you hear the owner over there?"

"And I smell something strange."

It's not poison if you don't react to it. But it's a big deal if you pray that you're addicted to drugs. As I studied the paragraphs, I took out the self-made antidote, swallowed it, took out the recovery potion that I usually hung on my waist, and put the antidote and poison in it.

"... Khhhhhhhh. Finally, finally, finally!"

"What were you building? '

The old man, who looked fine, was bursting into cheer with a bottle of blue glowing liquid in his hand. I couldn't bear the joy of rolling my feet or speaking unknown dialects, staring at the glow of the light lying around the bottle. Of course, if you knew there was a messenger of death right next to you, you wouldn't be happy.

'Then what shall we do?'

The original plan was to kill this high priest here. Obviously, this group of drug addicts will collapse on their own because it's hard to keep their eyes open. No matter how quickly you return from the city, the situation will be over by then.

However, one fact made Sung-hoon hesitate. Of course, he said he was definitely curtailing people with drugs, but he thought he would still have some power to be called the High Priest. However, it was not the case in person. No matter how well you played it, it only seemed to be the ability of the primary awakener.

'Maybe we can kidnap him somehow?'

I got greedy. If we can continue to safely supply these paragraphs, Sung-hoon can certainly make a big leap. The burden will follow, but if you are yourself, you can handle it. Suddenly, the idea that came to mind wasn't bad.

Tuck.

"Huh?"

Seong Hun, who deliberately kicked his foot and caught the old man's attention, hurriedly stepped forward and brought a sword to his neck.

"What, what?! What are you?"

'It's not an illusion. This one is really weak.'

I didn't even take an unconscious defensive position until I dug inside and put a sword to my neck. As I squeezed the knife around my neck, I developed red blood cells and blood drops began to flow through my throat with a sword.

"Hiya profit? I know who I am!"

"You know very well who it is. Isn't he the protagonist who created this infernal structure called the High Priest?"

"Hey, what's this language? You're Korean!"

"Bingo! Can I get you anything?"

Jurrrrrrgh!

As more blood began to flow on the sword, the elderly swallowed the drowsiness as they trembled. I realized that the one behind me is not a normal person. It was obvious that if you came here without being seen by tens of thousands of troops, top rankers, and Carlos, who was called the hero of Brazil, you could be a special assassin.

"Enough of that! I'm a worthless old man! Please, please, just life, just life!"

"What is it? Isn't it the boss named the High Priest, though? Here he says," Do I know how to bend? Killing me won't change the fact that you lose! 'Shouldn't we be making the same grand lines? Don't let me down. "

"I'm just an old man who didn't know anything about drugs. Really! I was just making some medicine quietly, and one day people came to me and I tried to make a big business out of it, and that's all I got! I'm just a formal top man!"

The location of this old man is a number one that no one can deny in a city like the Great Limit or Kenshin or Leon. Being in that position means having something that other ordinary people don't have. Whether it's talent, effort or luck. However, it was not felt at all by the High Priest.

Rather, I felt a sense of injustice that really got swept away by the situation. If you ask me to lick my foot now, I feel like I can lick my foot without hesitation. I realized something when I thought about reaching there.

'Acting. This is acting.'

This old man looked like himself. You can throw away your pride and bend it as much as you want, even if you are in the position of High Priest. If anyone sees the mourning and humility of this old man, they will be deceived. It's because I don't think anyone who becomes a high priest will behave like this.

However, the only person who was aware of it was the Holy Spirit. This is because it is the same class as the elderly.

"Hey, you..."

"High Priest, this is Carlos. I have something to report."

Suddenly, both the Holy Hun and the High Priest were surprised by the voice they heard. The High Priest, who had raised his voice to ask for help, felt the feeling of a sword cutting his throat a little deeper and shut up.

The sound inside and out of the tent is blocked, which means the opponent has already entered. Sung-hoon lowered his voice and whispered small words to his ear.

"Act as usual. Respond spontaneously in invisible distances and let them out. If not... You know? No sooner is that guy than me with a sword around his neck."

Madly nodding, the High Priest trimmed his voice as much as possible and said.

"Speak there. What's going on?"

"There is a possibility that a wandering intruder, or assassin, may have sneaked in to steal the covenants around here at the moment. Once we raised the perimeter, we woke up the reserves and sent them on patrol."

"Did you have to keep me busy with that? Hmmm."

"I'm sorry, but I think the High Priest's safety is our top priority, so if you don't mind, I'll be escorting you until tomorrow's light, but would you mind?"

'Of course not!'

When he laid down his sword and brought a cold sword to his throat, some of the High Priestess burst into cold water and opened his mouth for a while.

"Oh, no. We don't need escorts, so get out of here!"

"… Got it. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

That's it.

I felt the intense sense of danger when I relaxed myself to the idea that I had passed the great Gobi. I unravelled the sword that was aimed at the High Priest's neck and wedged my torso back. At the same time, the window pierced the place where Sung-hoon had just been.