The Skill Maker

"Hey, let go of me! Let go of this!"

A middle-aged man screaming.

You bastard. How dare you think of sneaking out of this great thing?

It would have seemed to focus on the battle, but in fact I kept one's presence in mind deep down in my heart. Even while he was focusing on something and pretending to dismantle it, he was spreading his senses around him.

The man opened his mouth in a righteous manner, frowning with pain.

"Go, why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"You ask because you don't know that?"

Son of a gun, you're trying to get out of course.

I clenched my molar with my man's head pressed against the floor.

This guy must be a master-class drink tamed Akalhect. Because is a kind of taming the object directly, not a magical power, the owner of Arkalhect could not be found in battle. But the last one moment when everything is over. I didn't miss the moment when the taming sorcerer was trying to gather the least energy.

Minimum horsepower to maintain skill.

He was able to find the connection between the monster and the sorcerer by aiming for the moment he got it back.

The man opened his mouth at me in a bewildered voice.

"Of course I don't know. I didn't do anything! Let go of me!"

"What is it? What is it?"

"Well?"

in the midst of people's wonder

Lena, too, approached me with a puzzled look on her face.

"Minhyuk? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

"I got him, he."

"What do you mean you got it all of a sudden? Huh? Hold on. Is that the guy from Dark Shield?"

Lena is a quick witted person.

"That's correct. Timing Master. I'm the one controlling the arcahectes."

Her face glows slightly when I hear what I say.

The Reds continue to keep an eye on themselves, and have acquired a key figure in the case. The Dark Shields seem to have no intention of giving up simply to the extent that they failed to assassinate them. We sent Akalhect to attack Estwalde Castle pretending to be a coincidence.

The question was how far they would act in the future.

The Reds are the ones who don't care much about the eyes of the world anyway.

In that sense, it was the best achievement to capture the opponent's main strength.

But unlike Lena.

On the contrary, the middle-aged man's face turned pale.

He never expected to be found out.

"Hey, let go of this! Let go of me go! Yee-yee! Not me! I'm not!"

"Stay shut up. Before I kill you. I'm not joking."

"...Huh! Haha! Haha! Kuck! Ssa, save me... Kuck!"

Skill Rating: B

: Activation can shrink the opponent. You can adjust the intensity.

When I sent a thick layer of flesh to the Teming Master and forced him to shut his mouth, the man struggled with pain, exhaling his rough breathing. one of the techniques used to purify flesh and exhale with energy. Well, it was a simple technique, but it could be fatal to a target with a wide gap in horsepower. What's better than anything else is that if you use the one with the lower end of the product line, you can exert a lot of psychological pressure unilaterally.

"Mr. Minhyuk."

Lena, conscious of the gaze of the crowd, carefully brought her mouth into my ear. Looking at the curious faces of Estvalde people, they said that somehow they would need to explain the current situation. Well, it might seem to them that we're persecuting and suffocating a healthy person out of course.

I nodded.

"Well, you're right. It's already been like this. Should I just blow it all out?"

"What? Bounce? What are you... Mr. Minhyuk, can you tell me?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

With Lena trying to stop me with a puzzled look on her face.

As soon as I finished speaking, I grabbed the back of the Teming Master and jumped up the roof of the building next to me.

the eyes of people all at once on me

And a face soaked with fear from a middle-aged man.

Yeah. Maybe this was the best chance ever.

It's never easy to gather this large crowd.

Besides, think about it.

People in Estvalde are also victims of the incident.

Doing a little bit of politics when public opinion can be formed in an advantageous manner would never be a bad choice.

Oh? Never get me wrong.

I'm not doing this because I'm afraid the people in the fortress will claim damages from me! I'm not doing this because hundreds of buildings have collapsed! I'm just trying to show you that there's a way out there's an idea.

I flashed up the middle-aged tapping master and immediately activated two skills.

Skill Rating : C+

: Increase the probability of touching a person's heart when triggered.

Skill Rating: B

: Highlight the presence of the desired target when triggered.

"Dear Estvalde's men of ability! Please listen to me from now on!"

"......?"

"What is it? What is it all of a sudden."

"Are you trying to make a speech?"

a roaring roar

With tens of thousands of people staring at me in unison following a series of incidents following the killing of Arkalhect.

In a loud, clear voice, I carried on the next word slowly. Now that skills and skills are invoked, what I say will have a greater and stronger presence in people.

Speech? Talking fast is one of my specialties.

"You've seen me knock down a B-class boss monster based on a singularity. As you all know, Estvalde completely destroyed the new frontier."

"......"

Despite the tens of thousands of people, there is a dead silence.

It's proof that everyone is focusing on what I'm saying.

Well, it's because the person who killed Akalhect is standing in front of his eyes. Eighty-nine percent of those present were already casting respectful eyes at me, as can be seen from the eyes. It is not a job to grill and boil objects that are in awe.

I continued to talk again.

"And here's a new and important fact."

Question marks rise on people's faces.

"Critical facts?"

"Acalhect is actually..."

"......?"

"It belonged to the Red Clan. This man in my hand right now! This is the guy from Dark Shield. He was the one who attacked the Belgritsa region and Estvalde by moving Acalhet."

Boom!

a ripple on people's faces

a face contorted by shocking facts

Yeah. This is exactly what I wanted.

The heavy anger of the crowd who realized the truth.

I wanted it to head for Dark Shield.

those who open their mouths with a bewitched face.

"...what, what?"

"What did he just say?"

"Acalhect... It was Clan who controlled it from behind?"

"Reddlers?"

people who still look puzzled

I still can't believe what I'm saying.

Well, I noticed that the Reds were behind the Field Monster, which I thought was a natural disaster. The aftermath of the shock will be enormous. There was a possibility that other incidents involving the monster attack could be re-examined due to this incident.

An able man with an axe on his back raised his arm.

I pointed my finger at him.

"Hey, that's ridiculous! Is that really true? Dark Shield Clan was behind Arkalhect?"

"Yes."

"Re, the Red guys? To Estvalde?"

The Red Alliance Clans?

Most competent people are a kind of people who try to avoid being somehow involved. They do evil in a calm manner and even feel no sin. No wonder normal people want to avoid it. Well, I was even looking for my life, but.

I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of the counteroffensive.

I'm going to take this opportunity to make sure that I break a clan belonging to the Red Alliance and remind them that the cost of touching me in the future is formidable. And most of all, given the current situation, there was no law that my opponent should stay still just because I was gentle. No, it was highly likely that their style would make them even more violent. Rather, it is advantageous to take this opportunity to bring the entire castle to this incident.

I opened my mouth in a somber manner, as if to comfort the confused atmosphere.

"Yes, it is. Sadly, all of this was done by a subclan, a member of ."

When he nodded again to express his intention of emphasis, the entire Estvalde fortress quickly became noisy.

The new frontier was relatively less likely to clash with the Reds than other regions. No, people used to perceive it that way. Rumors of the Red's misdeeds are heard every day, but Estwalde was a land of peace for talented people to live in. Of course it was all just an illusion.

"You mean you can control a B-class boss monster? Does that make sense?"

"You were in control of an uncontrollable man in Dark Shield? I can't believe it."

"I heard there was a timing master. It could be possible if you're that kind of a top-notch person."

As the people were loud, some people came forward to point them out.

"Is that the problem now? If this is real, it's a hell of a situation!"

"I can't believe the Redlings attacked Belgritsa and Estwalde's St. You're saying that maybe the monster attacks that have happened so far weren't all accidental?"

"There's more than a hundred deaths this time!"

"Say, my God... ...Dark Shields, you bastards!"

"If that's really true..."

I've decided to drive a wedge at this point.

The important thing is the original timing.

"I mean, it's a plain truth without a single falsehood. Citizens of the Great Estwalde Pioneer! If you'd like, you can now take this devilish whip and get all the confessions about this case. All the evils that tried to slaughter Estvalde's powers and take Belgritsa away! It was Clan's job, leaving nothing behind. And probably behind them... ...is this."

"Ha, such a..."

"Red, you bastards!"

An angry crowd.

seething and exploding emotions

I'm sure the wow skill is working properly. However, these two devices are nothing more than a device on the stage of speech anyway. The only thing that matters is my speaking ability.

In essence, sincerity is important.

Raising the body of the Teming Master, I continued to speak with a heartbreaking mournful voice. The crowd will never move in an unemotional appeal. I moistened around my eyes.

I have to hold people's emotions and shake them my way.

"So...! Now we will have to take a step ahead of our enemies and destroy these evil-like men. As long as we sit dazed like a child, holding estwaldera's fine soil in our hands as we do now! As long as you stay away from the Reds and sit on the sidelines in fear...! We will have to spend the rest of the day in fear that we may lose our precious colleagues, family members, and friends. Make sure that the valuable things you have in your hands are not flowing down at this moment. Ask yourself if you're crouching in an inertia. If you miss this moment, in the end. You will have your own blood in your empty hands..."

a mournful yet tragic cry

The faces of the people quickly soaked into my speech.

And condensation, explosion, diffusion of emotions directly proportional to him.

People's psychological changes are being communicated moment by moment.

"Think about what happened today. Face the Red's duality straight! Your enemies are despising and despising your forces. They're laughing at you for being able to control and manipulate you at will...! I'm deceiving you with Acahalt! They don't understand the strength of Estvalde's unity. You're still not angry? How long are you going to turn away?"

I'm here today.

"Bee, damn it..."

"You're right."

"Dark Shield, you bastards!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Let go of me!"

I used the entire body of a middle-aged man as a baton, wielding and using it as a baton, as if I were a conductor conducting an orchestra.

Raised him with one hand, he swung at a quarter of a beat and shouted at the crowd.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Now let's get rid of the redes pretending to be masters and be truly masters of Estvalde. Fight, aspire, regain sovereignty! Let's terrorize the enemy. Not yet! We are not late. Would you like to join me now? Why don't you join me in driving Dark Shield out of the land?"

I'm so sad.

I get carried away by my feelings as I speak.

I'm not much of a eloquent speaker, but I'm good at acting.

So people were impressed by my brief speech.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That's right! That's right! That's right a hundred times!"

"Let's tear the Redlings to death! Let's regain our sovereignty!"

"Red, you dog bastards who won't be cool enough to tear to death these hundred times!"

"Fuck it, I can't take it anymore! We've had enough!"

a roaring roar

As I smiled satisfactorily and looked pale, he felt that things had gone so badly wrong and looked hopeless.

Yes. This is the price that touched me.

By tying all the negative images of the Reds together with the Dark Shield Clan and cleverly stimulating people's victim mentality, now Dark Shield can't afford to pay its price for the job even if it brings everything it has.

Even if they pay for their lives.

The end of the one-man race (4).

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