The World of Masks

The guild building that I saw again in three days was still gruesome. Fortunately, the same old lung that had infiltrated the remnants of the quiet years, which was not to be seen as bad, was still showing a fear of intimidation and planting unpleasantness for those approaching.

Jack opens the Guild Door. I was frowning because of the murky interior. Take a step inside and look around once. Several gazes came to me. The landscape looked no different from the last time. In the corner, a few mercenaries stared at the ceiling with their eyes unfocused. They were clearly drug addicts, even though Jack was an outdoorsman. Jack turns his head again, looking at them for a moment beyond. Suddenly, the eyes of the people in the guild turned away from them. Again, he tilted his head, curious and anticipated that a half laugh would follow him.

"So why not?"

The sound of shouting over the entire building comes from the counter, as if shouting at the drum. Jack and the mercenaries in the guild frown at the same time.

Who the hell is this guy? '

You can see the owner of the pig's throat snapping at his eardrum, which is not very subtle. He was dressed in a dark robe, covering his head from toe to toe, as if he were rebelling against the summer sun doing his best. It was a fashion I've seen a lot.

"Ah! So! I told you, novice travelers don't get it! Did you get stuck in his ear? You're not gonna drill another hole in my head! Ugh!"

I know this voice. Wendy's constellation echoes as she sits at the counter, her muscles still exposed. The sheer quantity from the massive stature was so large that I feared that it would slow down this abandoned building for days. I was afraid of this amount, so Wendy was clearly less energetic. In the gap, Jack heads to the counter as loud as he can.

"Hello. I'm looking for something I asked for."

I spoke to Wendy, who was exhaling a tremendous amount of energy that would blow her head off with an iron fist. Then I didn't forget to look aside.

I knew it!

He was wearing the same mask as expected. I've been expecting Wendy since she was a novice traveler.

"Are you a player?"

We met for the first time in the world.

"Ah, it's Jack."

Fortunately, Wendy's anger does not set against her. Rather, he was making a windy balloon look like he had been empowered by an unexpected intervention just before the outburst. Wendy sighs from the depths of her lungs, looking at the scared traveler once, and she starts rummaging under the counter looking for something. A few moments later, he holds a mercenary, the size of a silver palm.

"It's old. Take it."

Wendy throws a mercenary without mercy. Then he reached out his palm to Jack.

"Money."

Jack puts the barely received mercenary in his bracelet and places 50 coins in Wendy's hand. In case she drops it, Wendy grabs onto a pile of coins in her hand. It was not nice to see the number of coins counting each day in front of Jack.

"Do you have a quest to the north?"

Why are you asking me that? It's on the board over there, so take whatever you want. "

Wendy, holding the coins again, says bluntly, without even turning her head.

'This human.'

The face of the mask twitches. The foam that fluttered after lighting cigarettes skillfully with flint was really like a bear preparing for winter sleep. With a few reminders of the patience factor, Jack steps forward to the bulletin board.

"Now, wait a minute. Why can't I do it if I can't do it?"

While talking with Jack and Wendy, the player raised his voice again, grumbling and not even thinking about interrupting.

It would be unfair. It would be unfair. People who are the same player and people who shouldn't be are angry. But unfortunately, the man in front of him was not a man with such legitimate logic in common.

"Huh? Because I don't like it."

Even this was refreshing. Wendy takes a deep sip of her cigarette and hops it toward the player's face in front of her eyes.

"I told him the same thing, but novice travelers like you are just a distraction. I don't have the skills, I have a lot of demands, and I'm whining. How low is your mental strength? To be honest, not even the children of the Most High in the world who have lived without hardship are like you. Goddamn it."

"Well, why would he?"

"Have you ever killed a man?"

The man was silent for a moment. Wendy pulls her tongue out and turns her head.

"At least a half a year. Then I'll think about it."

The man left the guild with a shriveled figure. Guild mercenaries who saw the legend of the man and Wendy with an interesting look on their faces returned to their work, reliving their appetites. I guess he expected a fist bump.

There was a quest in Jack's eyes that focused on the contents of the bulletin board, whether there was a commotion or not. It was a Merchant escort leaving for the city to the north. Luckily, the F rank mercenaries were also recruiting. But Jack hesitated.

'Time is of the essence.'

Estimated duration is approximately 2 weeks. Stay in the game for at least five days in real time. Jack had to be cautious because he had a job and had health problems.

'I had the first plan, the mercenary.'

A mercenary who can hide being a player is definitely attractive. But unexpectedly, Jack was able to get a card that was the equivalent of a mercenary. The mercenaries were no longer in need. Rather, the part about being able to escort the Merchant Guild was more attractive. To be precise, I needed a means of getting out of the city safely, using the Merchant Guild escort. There was too much I didn't know about this game to leave alone. And I didn't know when dangerous monsters would attack. Only the Sacred Neutral City houses predators that beginners can deal with. As soon as I left the city, I knew there was going to be extreme survival.

'Let's just fall behind.'

I often saw merchants leaving the castle. With the mercenaries escorted, a small group of merchants followed closely. They followed a group of merchants to borrow the power of mercenaries hired by merchants in a dangerous world. Jack thought he might be able to get involved and move to a different city. But soon, I shook my head.

'It's the same time period. Besides, I don't think mercenaries are protecting them. If you want to go like that, it's better to take a quest and go with the money.'

It gently sweeps away thoughts in my head. Jack scrutinized through the picturesque quests and stepped back without a second thought. He was foolish not to think about the problems of the period.

"What. Don't you like quests? I took a mercenary by storm, and I've already lost my tail."

Wendy is dead already, smoking her third cigarette. The mercenaries around you chuckle. You received a mercenary, but you still don't seem to be recognized around you. Jack turns to Wendy.

"I think the quest should be considered more carefully."

"Yes. You don't want to get rid of the body." Especially if it's his body. Hurry up and eat some more mother's milk. "

Then I imitated it as if I was sucking on real milk. The mercenaries around you, of course, have become more sluggish. Jack's tail rises from the laughter that resonates around him.

Jack's personality is never good. And I didn't want to let this ridicule go.

"Well, I'll do that."

Jack walks to the door. I carefully opened the door that was still worn out and about to crumble, then looked back. You see the mercenaries still raising their laughter. Jack glances around and looks at Wendy and says,

"Thanks for the advice. Wendy with a girl's name."

Boom.

"That bastard!!!"

Wendy gets up, hitting the counter with a red face. However, most of Wendy's shouting was obscured by Park, who could not even compare so far. Looking at the other mercenaries smiling breathlessly, Jack closes the door.

In case Wendy comes after you with a knife, Jack makes swift strides. I was angry, but now I think it's a little reckless. First death by mocking the Deputy Director of the Mercenary Guild. I hated death, but even more so, it was no good.

"Hey!"

You hear someone calling from behind you. But Jack did not react. All I could think was, would you have called someone else? But elongation "Hey!" I turned my head to the voice that was blazing. There was a man in a mask who jumped over himself with a wave of his hand.

'That's him.'

A strange masked man from the mercenary guild is approaching.