The World of Masks

"So. Didn't you say you had something to ask me? Jack."

"Ah! Look at me."

Jack slapped his forehead. Because of the interesting material called the Demon King, he had completely lost the purpose of his visit to the temple.

"Have you ever heard the name Einz?"

Two of the beads of life you had with additional options were named after the creator. It was definitely the names Einz and Varel.

"Einzra. There must be one or two people with the same name somewhere in the vast world, but the most famous name would be the name of God."

"God?"

"Yes, the symbol of life and the sea goes by the name of Einz."

God. Jack looks down at the bracelet with the beads. Unlike the other beads of life, there was a good option, so the producer thought it might be quite a great figure, but he did not know that there was a god.

"Does anyone write the name Einz but the god of life and sea?"

"Why not? It's a big world. But all I know is that he stands for life and the sea."

It was possible that there was someone else, but he didn't know.

"So, are there any unusual life orbs among the living orbs?"

Jack smiles as if Jorba knew.

"Now I see Jack has the Orb of Life for Einz."

Is that too direct? With Jorba's words piercing the chasm, Jack nods gracefully.

"Haha. Not many novice travelers get the beads of life that the gods themselves have made. Thank you for your hard work."

He smiled bitterly as he watched Jorba grinning like a loving grandfather.

I've had a hard time. It must have taken a lot of strength and effort to get all the power of the villagers.

"Before any of the newcomers came to this world, So the tutorial you're talking about is that if you meet certain conditions in the practice world, you get the beads of life that the gods themselves have created. There are special abilities attached to those beads of life."

"I see."

"But you'd better be careful. The beads of life created by the gods are all that beginner travelers get in the practice world. Quite a few people are after it."

No matter how much I thought about it, the novice players in this game seemed like just a lake. It was a game that very well expresses that having the treasure itself is a sin without being able to do it.

"I should be careful. But the beads of Einz's life I have are the lowest, but can't you get a higher grade bead?" Can a higher grade bead of life be obtained only in the practice world? "

"No, that's not it. The Beads of Life produced by the gods can be upgraded in the Holy Neutral City's temple in place of the gods who made them."

"Instead?"

In Jack's question, Jorba points his finger at one side. On one side is a magnificent wall that stands between the people's sands. But the wall was not the outer wall that Jack had been passing by, it was the inner wall of the city.

"Inside the walls are the nobles, the wealthy, and the successors of this city. Instead, it's in there."

Jack frowned, looking at the fortress wall that was completely covered inside, as if stretching to the sky and telling him not to even look at the humble ones here. It was a completely unknown world in there. Jack tried to get inside the fortress once, but he was chased out of the gate gate gate.

"You have to spend a lot of money to get in there, buy the right to live in the inner city, or build a big ball for the city. Travelers are no exception."

Jack grumbles in his mind, "Shit." It was good to find a way to rank up the beads of life, but the process was too harsh. We had to find a sacred neutral city that served Einz, and we had to be recognized to get inside the fortress.

'And that can't be the end of it.'

The Temple of the Outsiders is a great price instead of the Temple of the Resistance. Perhaps I would have demanded conditions to make my eyes pop. Whether it's money or something else.

"Ordinary beads of life can also be upgraded in our temple. It's cheaper than buying new beads of life."

"95% of the regular price is sufficient." Bang "because of Jorba's swirling smile, and he barely suppresses the standing fit. Everything else was good priests, but he really hated money.

"Do you know where the holy neutral city of Einz is?"

"Well, this continent is so vast and so divine and neutral. There are some cities around herethat serve other gods, but I don't know if they serve Einz."

I'm sorry for not being able to help. "To Jorba, who lowered his head, Jack waved his hands excitedly as if he were fine.

"Do you know the Demon King's name, then?"

"No. We just call him the Demon King, so I don't know his name."

"I see."

Jack recalls another bead in his bracelet. A bead of life that absorbs the life force of humans and metahumans, written by the creator Varel.

Jack and Einz tried to ask for Varel's name, but as soon as he heard from Jorba about the Demon King, he changed his mind. No matter how much I thought about it, it was likely to be related to the Demon King in some way, as long as it absorbed the life force of humans and metahumans like the Demon King. No, Varel could be the Demon King. It would be unwise to take out the name of Varel, who you think might be related to the Demon King in this situation. I asked for the Demon King's name just in case, but it seemed like Jorba didn't know the Demon King's name. Besides, there doesn't seem to be much information about the Demon King. The name Varel was most likely unknown. Taking a risk in such a situation and taking Varel's name out doesn't seem like a good idea.

'There's nothing I can do. The Varel name must be investigated.'

It was time for Jack to take a step outside the temple.

Ding, ding, ding.

A loud rumbling sound echoes through the bell tower at the top of the temple. The bell tower of the church that tells us the time at every hour began to ring. Soon after the bell tower rang, several children started pouring out through the temple door.

"What are those kids?"

"Ah. These are the children who take care of our temple. They're all children without parents."

With Jorba looking at the children as if he were sorry, Jack could feel a sense of approximation. The children were orphans.

“You look good. The priests must be taking good care of you. ”

"Well, we're doing our best to take care of them, but how can we compare to our parents' love? I just want to show you some of my parents' love."

Jorba speaks bitterly, but Jack disagrees. There was nothing shady about the faces of the children running out of the church. Rather, they were energized, and the clothes they were wearing were good. Skin was plump and clean enough to look nutritious. He was a Jack who had done a lot of volunteer work at orphanages like this, so he had a basic sledge of eyes to see the condition of the children. The children who were running away from the temple and fooling around were definitely being treated well.

"Do they also benefit from the shops that run the temple?"

"One of the biggest reasons we run our shop."

It is said to be used to save the poor and repair the city walls. Then Jack learns why Jorba is so obsessed with money. In Jack's eyes, Jorba was never a person whose eyes had been turned upside down by the water bath. However, in his own money, he tended not to see compromise, probably because of the landscape in front of him. As he stared at the children for a moment, he naturally took a package from the bracelet and handed it to Jorba.

"What is this?"

Jorba looks at the package in front of her eyes and wonders. Jack unwrapped the package with a smile and showed me what was inside. Inside, several silver coins were sprinkled with a shimmering silver color.

"I'd like to give you some more, but this is all the cash I have. I spend most of my money on skills and items."

Jack scratches the back of his head, forcibly placing the package in Jorba's arms.

"Please write for them. There must be donations in this world, right?"

Jorba stares at Jack, who gives him money, smiling without shade at one point, then looks down at him with his hands touching his head as if praying to him.

"I sincerely wish Jack the blessings of Berted."

Even though it was uncertain that he would never be able to spare money as a novice traveler, Jorba sincerely blessed Jack for donating such a large sum.

Spatula.

The blade of a sharp dagger slithers through the soft neck. Immediately, a red blood mist spread around the room and flooded the floor with a red rug.

"Khh. Khh."

The sound of the wind coming from the smooth cut vocal chords. Although he was a man who wanted to prevent the bleeding from his neck somehow with tears, the blood from his neck flowed down the line between his hands and put cold water on the man's efforts. Jack stares at the slow-going man's movements and then turns around as soon as the man's movements have completely stopped. Next to a man who's suffocated. There, I saw a woman who had already been bought and became a corpse. Clothes made of yellow horse were already drenched in blood. Jack turns around and looks at the last survivors in the house after touching them with his feet several times and confirming that their breaths were completely cut off.

He looks up at the young man trembling with a rigid rope tied tightly to his chair. At the mouth of the gazelle, the sound of the elongated "Town" street was heard. I wondered what the man wanted to say for a moment, but I didn't intend to untie him. If the young man screams after releasing his muzzle for no reason, this is the way to trouble him. Jack already sucked on two people's blood, fixed the dagger that was covered in red blood, and slowly walked towards the young man. The young man's struggle grows. Thump, thump, and the chair fluttered. Finally, he passed by "thump" to the right. The young man's eyes looked up at Jack with a white bored face, and he was filled with horror.

"Huh? I'd be ashamed to look at you that hot. Is that your type? I like women better."

Walk one step at a time to the young man. As he approached and sat down next to the young man, Jack stabbed the struggling young woman with a dagger. At that time, the startled and surprised young man's reaction was not so fun.

"Your father doesn't cut that well. Is it because you're hardened into labor? I poked a bunch of places, and they're all stiff. Compared to that, your mother was pretty good. Why is it that when you look at a novel, murderers prefer women? Are you saying the flesh has to be wild? I didn't know what I was talking about, but when I saw him, I knew. It definitely tastes different."

Then Jack licks his upper lip with his tongue.

"What about you, their son? How can you be so young and be so mean like your mother? No, maybe he's just as stiff as his father because he's so young and tense."

With a smile that could only be described as white, Jack painted blood lines all over the bitch's body. But was he angry at what Jack said? The young man's eyes were filled with fear and hostility. Chan notices it and chuckles.

"I've seen the look on your face. One of the first robbers to show up here with a twisted head gave me that last look. Roughly go to hell? Or will God not forgive you? Well, that's the way it looks, isn't it?"

"Town! Town!!"

The look of mockery. The twisted look. With tears in his eyes and bloodshot eyes, the young man shot Jack full of bullets.

"Yes? Is there something you want to say?"

Jack stamped a lot of the young man's parents' blood on his hands and loosened the rope in one hand so that he could write on the floor.

"Here! You can write now. What do you want to say?"

The disgusting look that dazzled my eyes as if I was very excited, energized the young man's teeth. The young man began to write in blood on the very floor.

Berted will never forgive you. Son of a bitch. "

Jack smirks. I was hoping you'd say something, but it's such a cliché.

"Ah. I see you've disappointed me as well."

Jack raises his dagger as if it was nothing to see. Then he smiled brightly and said,

"I'm sorry, but I have received many blessings from you today. I don't think your wish will come true."

Jack lowers his dagger with all his might.