The World of Masks

A man was walking into a temple in the outer sanctuary of the holy neutral city of Berted, a god of agriculture and abundance. A man covering his entire body across a dull robe was not wearing a hood, but was covering his exposed face with a white mask. The man across the robe, Jack, unhesitates to knock on the temple door.

Bang, bang.

A wooden door slammed against the door hook announced that a guest had arrived with a cheerful sound. In a moment, a priest came out. He was not a familiar Jorba to Jack.

"May I help you?"

"I came to get my identification card, but · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.

"Ah! You're the one Jorba was talking about."

The priest takes Jack inside the temple as if he had received something. The temple was no different from three days ago. Unlike the last time, today there were many people gathered inside the temple.

"So many people here today?"

"It's a day of worship. We have a lot of people in our city who are very religious."

He said as if he was proud. Looking at those who were holding services, Jack followed behind the priest. The place where the priest took Jack was the place where he used to meet with Jorba.

"Wait here for a moment."

The priest who politely told Jack left the room. Once there, Jack took his chair off and began to look out the window at the street. How long has it been? Jorba comes in with a squeak.

"Welcome, Jack."

"How are you? Priest."

Jack smiles and hits Jorba. Jorba also smiled softly and placed the teacup in front of Jack. Jorba sits on a chair with a cup of tea in her seat. Then I started looking in my arms for something.

"Here's Jack's identity card."

Jorba, who placed a round identity card on the table, then took out a jewel familiar to Jack's eyes again. Jack's eyebrows twitch.

"Do I have to use this again?"

"We need to make sure that Jack was right three days ago. We don't have the skills to see through masks."

Jorba sighs deeply at Jorba's mischievous squinting behavior and looks back at the jewel Jorba took out, the jewel of the contract.

"This is also to prevent identity laundering, right?"

"Yes. I honestly thought we should do this just when the trust came down, but why? I've caught over 50 criminals so far."

Jack sighs. No matter how uncomfortable I felt, I couldn't help it. In the end, Jack was able to be confirmed by jewelry as himself 3 days ago.

"I'm sorry again. I do this every time a traveler comes, but I really can't do this."

Can a priest use the slang word "garbage"? He was a fool to think he had received the identity card given to him by Jorba.

The identity card was in the palm of my hand. On the front, there was a woman who was thought to be a believing god, Berted, and on the back was the name of Jack and the city from which he was born, "The Holy Neutral City of Berted." It also said, "Continental power issued August 19, '872, and it also said," Traveller. "

Jack, who checked his identification, frowned slightly. This game is ridiculously a game where players are targeted by NPCs or other players. There would be very little good if they found out they were players. However, Jack's identity card was clearly engraved with the Traveller's conscience.

"You're not going to erase the traveler's mark on the card, are you?"

"Of course not. The traveler's identity card is different from that of the average person."

"Is there anything I can do for you? not specifically marked as a traveler."

For now, it's best to hide anything you suspect to be a traveler. Even though the identity card was only used occasionally to verify his identity, Jack didn't even want it to appear.

"Hmm. There are many things you can do for a business card. You're as mercenary as Jack wants you to be. The mercenaries only have names and ratings on them."

Jack's eyes gleam in Jorba's words.

"How do I make it? The mercenary."

"You can go to the Mercenary Guild and register. Jack's identity check should be enough for you right now."

A mercenary. I don't want to be one, but it's not a job I want to leave school and hate. No matter what happens later, it was Jack who decided to make a mercenary.

"Ah! And now you don't have to tell the truth about the jewels of the contract anymore. No, don't. If you don't mind, you can sell my name."

In Jorba's words, Jack nods. I didn't intend to play so well, but I was glad to hear from Jorba.

"So it's all over?"

"No, there's something more important to the travellers."

That said, Jorba takes Jack out of the room. Jack walks behind Yoroba without saying anything about what's important. Jorba, who had taken Jack out to the outside of the church, made room in one of the churches and took him into a store.

"Welcome. Ah! Jorba!"

"Yes. How's business?"

A young man in a priest's uniform welcomed Jorba. Jorba also tapped as if to encourage the shoulders of young people with its distinctive soft smile.

"This is the new traveler. Let's call him Jack."

"Ah! Nice to meet you. Jack, my name is Ruhan, and I'm in charge of this store."

"He's very smart."

Hahaha, listening to Jorba, who praises him, laughed and said hello to him. Then I looked around. There were items that seemed to be goods on display in various places.

"This is the last place I'll show travelers. You can listen to him for a detailed explanation. Have a nice trip, and if anything happens, please find me. We're here to help in any way we can."

"Thanks for all your help so far."

Jorba shakes Jack's hand and walks swiftly outside. As Jorba goes out, a priest called Ruhan approaches.

"Welcome to our shop. Jack, our store sells what travelers need."

"Is this a temple store?"

"Yes, it is. The only products that are relevant to the travellers are our kidneys. Besides, I don't want to say this, but I need money for the New Testament."

He scratched the back of his head as if he had no face.

"But we will never use it to satisfy our greed, I swear to you, Berted. because it's usually the kind of money that goes into the city, into the orphanages that are attached to our temples."

"I believe."

Jack nods. Honestly, it didn't matter where I spent the money in the temple, and I didn't care. I'm just interested in things that are relevant to the traveler.

"Thank goodness. Some of the travellers said that if we were to do business like this, we'd be looking at it with really cold eyes, but luckily Jack understands."

Seemed to have received quite a sore gaze from some of the travelers. Jack smiles as he listens to Ruhan. It was really funny that those guys were staring at Ruhan. Secondly, what is so serious about setting up a game? Players who play this masked world are basically criminals. It's a tree with a dog on it. Criminals aren't thrilled about the Temple being a business. They were enough to be ridiculed.

"Basically, the products here are made only by priests. So these products are only available in the Holy Neutral City."

Iruhan wandered around the store and brought some supplies. And then I put the supplies where I could guess they were at the counter.

"The items here are mostly for travellers. We, the inhabitants of the world, are unable to use items made of the blessings of the gods. First, we'll show you some of the things you often look for in travelers."

He picked up one of the items and showed it to Jack. It was a thin plate that was carved like a card showing a geometric pattern on the surface, emitting a silver, clear light.

"It's called an emotion card. It is said to display various information about your items."

Jack, who received the silver tablet from Ruhan's hand, looks down at the silver plate he received. As I heard the description, it was probably similar to an emotion that confirms an item in another game.

"The number of uses is engraved on the back of the plate. Please note that the number of recharges is only available in the Holy Neutral City Temple."

At his words, Jack flips over a silver plate, an emotion card. On the back of the plate, there was a number 20 written in various colors. While Jack was observing Gleus, Achieved another item.

"These are glasses that translate many texts. Travelers, thanks to the gods, had no difficulty communicating, but you only knew one official term. There are many different texts in this world, depending on the age and culture. This is an interpretation of all of them."

In Ruhan's hands, the glasses seemed to be worn by the former stewards. Seeing that it was even lined with luxurious silver rope, it didn't seem expensive.

"However, it is influenced by something called an intelligence stat. The higher the stat, the more words you can interpret."

Jack looks embarrassed for a moment. It was obvious that there would be considerable difficulty in wearing those glasses with jacks that invested all of their bonus stats in power and agility.

"What if the intelligence stat fails?"

"I can't help it. Either raise your stat or give up the use of these glasses and borrow the help of a wise man or wizard."

Jack sighs deeply. Items that could help with various quests, even for Chuck. But if you don't raise your intelligence, it's just a piece of cake. Perhaps other players looking to raise a character towards the warrior lineage were also troublesome and rotten. But Jack was not disappointed. There are other ways to increase intelligence than by leveling up and investing bonus stats. That's how Jack likes it. Jack mutters in silence, but as if he's waiting.

How many people do we have to kill this time? '