How the Villain Lives

51. Time

The information that the Alliance and Utopia had succeeded in attacking the new region and at the same time acquired the last available item on stage began to spread in an instant, adding to the rumors that Putri deliberately intended to raise awareness for spies and other cities. The fact that the final location of the stage has not yet been found, but the two cities are ready to enter it at any time, was a major pressure.

The Grave of the Dead was almost complete, but in Toronto, where we were forced to suck our hands because we didn't have enough power to hunt the last boss monster, that tendency was even worse. Toprankers who arrived to help in this situation were forced to be subject to a fervent welcome, even if they were potential enemies.

And Arben, who came out to welcome the reinforcements, was forced to make a chewing face as soon as he checked the other person's face.

"... It was really you."

"So you thought I was gonna tell you shit? I once said that I'm a man of my word."

"……."

"What is that look? Khh."

Arben closes his mouth unwittingly as he looks at the ghost who feels offended enough to recognize him even though he is wearing a mask. I thought it would be a good idea to send a support request to all the cities I could reach, and at first detect that there was not a single person who gave me a favorable answer.

This is because it is not guaranteed to be safe, it is not guaranteed to be rewarded and, consequently, it is an act of empowering potential enemies. Arben, who had arrived in front of him to support him, repeated his serious concerns, weighing two emotions.

'Kill him, save him?'

For Arben, the ghost was the enemy of the crippled.

Even though he might have lost the legitimate battle, the ghost attacked using all sorts of rocks and cowardly plots, and consequently not only himself, but even Lucia died. It is still frequent for them to wake up in their sleep because of nightmares, and they stand before their eyes with their faces peeled.

"I was half-hearted at first when I heard the name Ghost, but I didn't think it was really you."

"There's no way anyone else has a name like me. Oh, what was her name again? I can't seem to remember."

"Lucia."

"I remember now, it's been a long time. Miss Lucia."

"Hiic?!"

I reached out my hand generously, but the only thing that came back was a violent refusal. One was the one who drove so many people and elves to death, and the other was the one who killed himself. It was even more strange to receive a greeting. Even though I didn't know that, Seonghun opened his mouth with a shrug, as if it were too bad.

"I just want to be close, but strangely, people don't like me."

"Thinking about what you've done so far, you know why? Just what you did last time.."

"That's it. Isn't it much more productive to care about the present and the future than to be obsessed with the past? Phew."

It's the correct phrase. Had it not been for Sung-hoon who said it.

At first, Arben, who tried to draw his sword without dealing with anything more, saw the attitude of a ghost who was so confident that once he settled his emotions as much as possible, he thought rationally and opened his mouth.

"What brings you here?"

"Oh, who secretly sent an envoy to say they needed help?"

"Yes, I called because I needed to, and of the many people who responded to that proposal, there were actually only two, or that woman, Myrina, who was following you. And I know best that you don't move with compassion."

"Hey Arben. I know you hate me, but I can't entertain the only person who's come to help you like you said, and I'm trying to make you feel pretty bad about being skewered like this. Do you really need my help right now?"

"I need it."

"But then..."

"It's not someone else, it's you, it's a ghost. If you want to go, you can go. But I don't think so."

'Oh, look at this guy.'

In response to a fresh reaction completely different from the one we have been dealing with so far, Sung-hoon shined an eye.

'At first glance, it seems like a double response, but that's not it. I insist there's a reason I have to come here, and I thoroughly dig it into my billy. Unlike the stubborn and angry, there are hundreds of worms in the gut that are different from Jack.'

"I'll tell you what, I'll catch you in the middle of something else. I'm here for the reward."

"Do you want me to believe you came because of the reward?"

"Yes. If you help me with the mission, will you let me choose any of the loots as a reward? I've been using my black for a long time, but unfortunately I've been feeling a little performant since the last fight with you. The final battle isn't far away, but of course you don't have to worry about weapons."

An excuse to look deep. However, it was so obvious that it was hard to discern whether this was a story to look around or real.

'I will not risk this one sack of swords and reveal him in front of me as an enemy. But it is also true that when I fought before, I was almost terrified by the superiority of weapons.'

"And Arben, I believe in you."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes. Personally, there must be trouble, but does a guy like you hit the back of a guy who came looking for help? If you're the noble warrior of justice who fought for the Elves, you won't act like one no matter how much I hate you."

"……."

"During the mission, I'm sure you won't hit me in the back and kill me. I can't give you the item because of a change of attitude. You're a man of faith, unlike me. Oh, you're not going to hit the back when you're done, are you? Khh!"

It was Arben who almost burst into laughter when he said that the ghost believed in him and not anyone else. This answer, however, was rather a little relief.

"If you don't do something useless and help me attack the boss monster, I won't do it. I promise not to touch a finger while I'm in this city, and until I get back to Shinsi."

"Of course I have to believe Arben, not anyone else. Well, I'll be brief, but I'm asking you nicely."

Arben, looking at the palm of his hand, pushed forward for a moment, stood up without grasping his hand.

"I have to keep my promise. For your safety, I will put two top-rankers and a select group of strong men on the escort. We also have dedicated accommodations to avoid getting caught up in useless incidents. When the Grave of the Dead strikes, you will move with me, so know that and rest for now."

"Thank you so much for the hospitality."

"No offense."

Arben, who was still looking at the mask covering most of his face so that he could not guess inside, left the room with Lucia. As soon as Arben left, Seonghun murmured as he stuck his head on the table.

"... It's hard."

The palms and back of Sung-hoon's hands were wet with sweat, although they were not deep. Even Mirina, who had been without tension for a while, somehow tried to escape the Holy Hun, realized that the situation had somehow been solved and said with her hands off the sword.

"But it was too dangerous to say it was necessary. What would you have done if you hadn't moved what you thought and just tried to kill him?"

"That's never gonna happen. You knew enough about him when you split up into Elves and Dark Elves. It was Arben who tried to save the elves and other people we first met in the mission and was mad at the death of one of our colleagues. I'm sure he's going to do a lot of damage. He won't try to catch us by attacking the boss monster. If you try, after the attack?"

Sung-hoon was not just an irresponsible move. After a thorough analysis of the other person and an understanding of the situation, he/she moves more planned than anyone. Mirina remembers what Arben showed and nods.

"I'm sure you can rest assured that you'll be escorted to safety now."

"Well, is that really for our own safety?"

There is no need to attach multiple high-rankers to two top-rankers if they are simply escorted for safety. This is surveillance, not escort. In other words, while in this city, it was Arben's warning not to make useless attempts, but to move only under his own scrutiny.

Even though I believed it on the outside, Arben was not careful and had a triple safety device installed. In addition to this, everyone must be prepared to capture spies or suspicious movements throughout the city from the moment they enter. Arben's preparedness not to allow any variables.

'Excellent. If you hold something else like this, you won't be able to move. But you're already one step late. What you did...'

Intercept.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Alex, Prime Night at The Hope. While you're in Toronto, I want you to follow my instructions."

"No matter how much. Don't be so nervous, you won't have to say anything suspicious or useless."

As if he had no suspicious intentions, Alex trembled slightly in anxiety as he looked at Sung-hoon smiling brightly as he raised his palms.

"Everything he says is true."

"It's okay. Whether it's true or not, it doesn't matter anymore. The important thing is that he helps the target."

I hate ghosts, but apart from that, it was Arben who admitted his skills. I don't think I'm going to lose right now, but the ghost that beat me once in the past and the monstrous woman Mirina who never won the victory were disgusted. These two would be far more helpful than a thousand middle-class rankers.

'Rumor has it that even the Red Storm finished attacking just a short time ago, so we can't take any more time. I enter the attack immediately when I'm ready to go inside and out.'