How the Villain Lives

40. Trust

Twisting between people is not surprisingly difficult. Even more so in this world. One moment of wrong judgment leads to death. What Sung-hoon did was simple. I was sneaking up on Lucia and showing her how the elves are responding or if they have reinforcements and meeting people to gather information.

"Approximately what response did you decide to take?"

"Do you have any idea how many people you can fight? out of curiosity."

"Do you have any reinforcements? It seems a little disadvantageous right now..."

On the same side, enough questions can be asked. However, when I put on my spy glasses, I suddenly began to look as if I was trying to capture their information. The elves, who heard some things, were of course furious, but Arben responded thoroughly coldly.

In order to counteract Yooseong, I put in some good elves to secretly pass on false information and repeatedly monitor them closely to prevent them from escaping somewhere. Choi Chul formally used the means to fill the shackles. In return for his specialty, he entrusted a group of excellent warriors.

If he behaves abnormally, the warriors will move to defeat Choi Hyeol. In such a strange tension, time was flowing unchanged.

'It's been two days. I think it's a symbol that you will keep letting me go.. You're just gonna use me as a pipeline to spill false information? Or I'll see if I can spare some time.'

Of course, given Arben's retreating personality, it was also possible that he would not necessarily take his life. In order to keep the promise you made to protect me, there will be a way to lock me up somewhere until the end of this mission and release me when the war is over. If it was Arben, Sung-hoon, who clearly thought he could do that, smiled and slightly covered his mouth.

'Well, I won't kill you either.'

Nor does he kill such a spy. Killing is, in a way, a great mercy. This is because we can rest comfortably without suffering any more. If it is Sung-hoon, he will mobilize everything that can be used alive, without killing spies, to inflict all kinds of torture imaginable to man and unimaginable to him, both mentally and physically.

"What? Why are you laughing?"

"No, it's just funny all of a sudden."

"What a surprise."

Choi Chul, who looked at his brother with strange eyes, who would laugh while talking, said with a slight bang on his forehead.

"Listen straight. It's important. I figured out the escape route and the preparations beforehand. I'm about to leave here tomorrow evening, so be sure to come out as promised at night. Do you understand?"

"It's coming out. No problem, but a tracker could follow."

"Hmph, a tracker. What do you see him as? An Elf or a regular user is enough to deal with a hundred or a thousand people!"

"It's kind of a bluff."

"Son of a bitch! Argh, I can't show you here, but I'll show you my skills later!"

Choi Chul, who had been beaten for a while, soon realized something and stood up. Though I wanted to continue talking, it is not a good choice to meet the two of you for a long time in a situation where you are suspected of being spies. I can get out of here tomorrow anyway, so I was the youngest person I thought I would persevere until then.

Meanwhile, Choi Chul-hyung left and went to the place where he summoned the wanderer last time with a familiar gesture. For Seong Hun, it was simply a skill summoning, but when others see it, the demon will appear and disappear in an instant using magic such as warp or teleport.

"So I don't think the elves have much spare power at the moment. While the power is thoroughly focused on defenses, it is likely that a small number of constellations will be deployed to counterattack us. Again..."

'Hmm. This is not bad either.'

It was fortunate that Borang, who had so far been beaten to death, beaten, entrusted to captivity, died without knowing the English language, died again, and suffered all sorts of terrible things, could rest like this. It was a long time ago that Borang felt something and frowned a little.

'Someone approached.'

The stronger the master's abilities, the stronger his abilities. In addition, now is the night when his abilities are most maximized. If you just eat your mind, you can quickly go over the shadows and blow the throat of an unwanted audience.

However, Borang pretended not to do that, but he slightly pinched his shoulders, tapping the shoulders of Sung-hoon. In response to that warning, Sung-hoon opened his right eye slightly and began to continue the conversation as if nothing had happened.

'But the owner doesn't know what I know. By the way, what the hell are you doing?'

I was just asked to make a proper fitting of the shorts, but a vagabond who didn't know what his master was up to only reasoned hard in his own way.

"That's enough. That's enough. When all this is done, I will raise your ball and give you a reward worthy of it. Just hang in there a little longer and wait."

"Very well. I hope things work out."

"Hmph, it'll all work out without worrying. You have a mischievous temptation because you have devilishly devilish devils."

The vagrant who left a strange fox summoned the darkness around his body and disappeared as soon as it wrapped all around him. I didn't have to make such a grand appearance just to cancel the summoning, but I would still believe that if this effect had been effective, it would have disappeared using magic.

"Umm. This life is over tomorrow."

After purposely speaking to himself to hear everything around him, Sung-hoon began to walk away pretending he knew nothing. Unlike his calm appearance, his head was rolling desperately.

'Are you close to hearing a more detailed conversation? It may be, but you always have to assume the worst. What if you're here to capture or kill me now?'

Nothing can happen enough. Sung-hoon, who was thinking again and again, smiled slightly when he saw something that was fading in the dark forest. When you come here, there are traps that never existed. As for traps, Sung-hoon, who is already an expert, can only guess what kind of traps they are by looking at them.

Most types of traps are for tying your ankles or restraining your opponent. These are traps made to capture yourself. I thought about avoiding all of these moments, but Sung-hoon stepped on the trap with no expression.

"Argh?!"

A snare is tied to his ankle and starts to rise into the air in an instant. After a brilliant performance of screaming, the sky and earth turned upside down and could not accept the instantaneous change, Sung-hoon sighed with a small sigh.

'Phew. I made it so lavishly. Why did you make a rope out of a wire with thorns and poison it?'

Elves outside arrived when I thought about escaping more than a dozen times. With skilled craftsmanship, he put a wet towel on the mouth of the Holy Spirit and waited for a while, and the Holy Spirit stretched out.

"It's too easy."

"My original skills weren't that great. It was just that he was so vigilant. What do you see as our skills.."

"But orders are orders, so we have to follow them. Anyway, let's take this guy with us."

'Locking him up somewhere?'

If it's poison after the trap, it's Sung-hoon who can't live anymore. Apparently, it's a specially formulated anesthetic. That's about it. Now, without a special antidote, Sung-hoon can be completely antidoted by his own stamina. At the very least, unless you bring Rare Advanced Poison, you will be able to poison the Holy Spirit for a little while.

If Arben had intended to kill himself, he would have stopped acting immediately and then fled. The most important thing was his life. But Sung-hoon believed in Arben. He carried out this operation believing that he was a good man and that he would not kill himself in the worst case. And the projections made it cool.

The place where Sung-hoon was trapped was like a small room reminiscent of a medieval prison.

It was only one chair and the Holy Hun tied up on it that the outside light would not enter at all and that it would not know whether it was underground or on the ground. After thinking about the effectiveness of anesthetics, Sung-hoon sighed with a slight movement, judging that there was nothing strange about restoring his mind.

"Argh..."

Chul-chul-chul!

The ankle is tightly secured to the chair and the wrist is held in a strong shackle with a staggered back. Just in case, the expression of Holy Hun, who secretly gave strength, hardened.

'I don't even move.'

Basically, the strength of the Holy Hun, which exceeds 1000, runs the ark from that of the culprit. A handcuff made of ordinary iron can be severed enough to give you strength. However, when you enter rare or magical metals, the story is different.

Just as they cannot be in reality at the strength of the Holy Spirit, so can their strength be in reality. I tried to be a little sincere, but I couldn't see the look of the ring shattering or stretching. A voice came to the Holy Hung, looking down at a shackle made of heavy black metal.

"You're waking up pretty late. I didn't think it would be weird to recover much sooner than this, given your fitness."

"Ah, Arben? What the hell is this? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Well, something's wrong!"

"Misunderstanding?"

With a bitter expression, Arben opens the door of the iron spear and comes inside. It was Sung-hoon who didn't know how to make such a laugh, not the usual hectic laugh.

"Yooseong. I trusted you. No, I believed it... It must be true."

"Yes? What do you mean? Let this go first! To have a conversation in this situation…"

"I'm not trying to talk right now. All I'm trying to do is interrogate."

With an unbelievable look on his face, Arben spits out his words.

"I still don't keep my promise to protect you. But that doesn't mean I'm going to protect you under any circumstances. You don't have to keep your promises with all your heart, even when you're after me and Lucia's lives and the lives of the elves."

"I mean, I can't risk Arben's life, can I?"

I heard Yooseong's answer, and then I heard a slight banging of the wall twice by my side for a while. Knowing the meaning of the sound, Arben sighed.

"I have behaved in my own way in this world. I feel a little ashamed to paint my face, but maybe it suits me that I'm a hero or a cactus."

"……."

"But that doesn't mean I'm a good person. In some cases, you can choose to frown if you need to."

To put it this way, it means that it is not a characteristic slogan. The more Arben spoke, the more he felt a curious feeling, the more he swallowed up a drowsiness. Arben's words were not unusual, neither was the room in which he was currently bound.

"You were originally going to be tortured here for providing information to the Dark Elves. He said he had his own torture of the elves that were originally inflicted on humans. Even I frowned, so they stopped me from doing it."

"Go, thank you! Once everything is a misunderstanding, but..."

Ouch!

The sound of something breaking. The accident suddenly stopped. And after a while, the prison was filled with screams.

"Arghhhhhh!"

Arben broke his finger while he was behind the Holy Hun. I screamed to tear my neck from the pain that was coming. I was struck by a knife on the battlefield and tried to flip fire or ice. In comparison, this pain is sufficiently tolerated.

However, it is not even possible to compare injuries sustained in combat with the pain pushed by being wary of such defenseless situations. Of course, the shock was double because Arben didn't even expect to do this.

"Now, wait."

"The Elves have said they can get information from you at any cost. But I didn't have to stop them and I left. At least for you. From now on, if you answer only the truth to my question, you will not suffer. I will use all my abilities to ensure that you are treated immediately and that you are treated comfortably. After all this is done, it is weak to let me out of this boreal forest safely without touching my hand."

I didn't know Arben would torture him. Of course, I didn't think Arben would be as innocent as a prince in a fairy tale or a fool with a flower field in his head, but I didn't think he would torture himself.

Meanwhile, Arben has a stubborn expression behind Yooseong, breaking his fingers. It is an inevitable choice. If he hadn't stepped out, he would have been tortured to death by the elves. His heart, which had slashed so many enemies, was shaking badly just by breaking one finger.

But we have to do it here. Otherwise, so many elves will be exterminated.

"This is the first question. Meteor. When is the exact date the Dark Elves came in?"

"I told you... didn't I? Morehue..."

Knock knock.

A small sound coming from beyond the room. Then the screams of the Holy Hun followed.

"Aaaaaaaah!"

I grabbed my broken finger and moved, and my tears hurt like a ping stone. In the end, Sung-hoon spoke out of ignorance.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Tomorrow!"

Knock.

"... I guess so. Here's the next question, so you can tell us about the true form of Dark Elves, their Nodes, and their Nodes."

"Wait, wait! Joe, just take a moment... Argh! Son of a bitch!"

His eyes began to tremble in the face of the pain of being pushed into a completely helpless situation.

'This is... unexpected.'

The protagonist is a weak man...