The World of Masks

In a few days.

Jack and Callie arrive in a village. It was a small town that looked humble compared to a colorful metropolitan city, but it was a large village compared to other villages. It was also where Jack and Callie's merchant guild targeted. But it wasn't just Jack and Callie who arrived at the Big League. I had a slight taste. This is the first quest I've ever had as a Jack. I had to report a failure to the mercenary guild in town. Fortunately, it's a large village, so it's a good thing there's a guild branch, otherwise the merchants would have to visit where the contracts were made.

I heard from the guild about the failed quest. You can see the mercenary's face distorted on the counter. The guild's reliability was discouraging, so I understood, but I thought I'd make a big impression.

'Well, they're mercenaries.'

It's mercenaries who act rough and do what they want. Jack handed it over without a big deal. Above all, the quest failure window in front of you was more painful than the impression of the mercenary. I was furious with those two tribesmen and thought I should have killed them a little more miserably. However, I took my mind off the idea that I had robbed them.

A mercenary in front of me has asked me for something. The scale and method of the raid, the situation at the time, and how the two of us escaped. I explained the situation in detail, but I didn't say I got rid of them, I just said I ran away. Explaining the guns and cannons, the mercenary's face is more distorted, probably because it is likely to be a raid by travelers like Jack himself. Jack shrugs. The look on your face suggested that you were at least looking for a new quest from this guild, but you didn't care. Now that the two have been defeated, you can take off your masks and go around playing NPC.

After an interrogation, Jack and Callie leave the guild. I straighten my base and take in the fresh air. The smoking and smoking of smoked tobacco inside the guild seemed to be common to all guilds. The lungs, which were filled with smoke enough to make your head crack, desperately wanted fresh air. Jack takes another deep breath.

It was time to go back to reality and reconnect with everyday life. I wanted to stop being homeless. Jack turns to Callie beside him. Callie's shoulders appear to be sagging subtly.

"This quest is almost over."

"I see."

A subtle, exhausted answer returns. It was a quest that ended in failure, but it was also a subtle reaction from the person who heard that the quest was over. Jack smiles.

"If you don't mind me asking, how many more days will I be with you? It's been a while since I've worked hard."

Callie's face pops up. If I had a tail, I'd shake hard.

"Well, can I? Wouldn't it be lungs?"

"The lungs. They've been very helpful this time."

Yeah. The last thing that helped was a little bit. Until then, it was undoubtedly a burden. When I think about it now, I would have taken Yonker with me. I was surprised at myself that I really wanted to kill the woman in front of me.

'Not right now.'

Jack walks shoulder to shoulder with Callie. Once I couldn't log out of the village, I had to find a place to stay.

"How about here?"

Jack stops in front of a reasonably good-looking home. Callie looks up at the building.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Won't it be a bit expensive?"

It wasn't some kind of five-star hotel. There could have been a hotel in the Middle Ages with such facilities in the modern world, and even if it were, it was only a small village. It wasn't a place like any luxury lodging business. Even where Jack stopped, it was a fairly nice inn, and it was not an expensive accommodation that made him reluctant. However, it was a very burdensome place for Callie to log out of town or to save money at a low-key inn. And if you think about it, you're not going to stay here, you're just going to find a place to log out, and it was a waste to use a good place. But Jack shakes his head.

"Well, what do you think? After all that hard work, you can afford this luxury. Honestly, I was logging in, but the first thing I noticed was the smell of mold in a room with rotting straws piled up and called a bed."

"But · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for this."

"I can't do that."

"No, I can do that. I knew about Callie, and I helped her."

Jack taps Callie on the shoulder.

"A friend's virtue."

Jack went ahead and opened the door to the inn. Callie hesitates in front of a fluffy door and follows Jack into the room.

The interior was quite clean. There were no expensive wood furniture, famous paintings, thick carpets, glowing chandeliers, etc., but the elements of furniture were impressive to fit well into the cleaned floors and interiors. Jack comes up with two keys to figure out how to do the math.

"This is Callie's room, the innermost room on the second floor."

He gave out a key and said. Callie carefully retrieves the key.

"Let's go up."

Jack, pointing with his thumb to where the stairs are, takes his first step. Callie often followed me on foot. I walked up the squeaking staircase to my room. Jack's room seems to be right next to Callie's.

"Well, it's been hard on each other, so I'll see you in a week or so in real time. It's three weeks in game time. You said it would be a week later in real time, but now that you've calculated a month's worth of game time, you're welcome to come in and continue using your listing."

"Will you be back in three whole weeks?"

"Yes, I think so. There's work to be done."

I needed to call Yurin, report the survivors, go out to the store, and sort out the situation. But Callie was disappointed that she hadn't seen Jack in a while.

"Anyway, I want you to pull yourself together."

When we get back to reality, Callie's gonna have a tough fight again. That's why Jack left a message of encouragement for Callie and went into the room.

Tak.

I closed the door and looked around the room. It was simple. A few points of furniture with wooden beds. Candlesticks and candles on the table. Make sure the cleaning is thorough. When I entered the house so far, I did not smell the first queer smell that greeted me. The accommodation in the game was very satisfying. If it were a real place, he would have put on a coat and hung up his coat and made some moves, but he didn't have to do it in the game.

Okay, so what's Callie gonna do? '

After throwing rice cakes like that, he would react to any reaction. Are you sure you want to kill those little bastards? Or are you going to take your hands off the line like this? With a lot of expectations, Jack logged out.

It was night. Unlike the bright moon in the game, the smoke that covered the sky and the fabulous scents of light in the city were obscuring the light of the bright full moon that was floating in the sky.

An old building on the outskirts of Seoul's city center. It was a building that was reminiscent of the waste house because the paint had been peeled off everywhere and the broken windows had been left uncovered. It was located in the back alley, not in the busy residential streets or the bustling streets, so it was more like a lung. The surrounding buildings were all ugly and run-down, and the only people walking the streets seemed depressed and gloomy. The building was very narrow to get through, as if trying to save some money for the land. The light source that illuminated the path was literally the old place, where all the old incandescent bulbs, which were shaken by the wind, were also roughly hung up.

Toowook.

I heard a light friction sound. A young man sits on the rooftop of the building. In-young looked strange. No, it was enough to vomit a miracle that man came down from heaven, but it seemed that the human outfit could transform that surprise into a feeling of fear. Hats, masks, cheap sunglasses and wooden gloves. The clothes there were completely black. If I looked from afar, I didn't know who was hiding in the dark. He looked suspicious enough to anyone. In-young walked covered and put her hand on the door hook on the roof door.

Queek.

Luckily, the roof door was open. In-young, Eun-hee looked inside the dark door. It seems as if the entrance to hell is doomed. Eun-hee firmly took a step inside the door. I carefully went down the stairs, relying on the faint light coming up from below. I hear loud noises. At that moment, I felt a rush of strength in my hands. The chuckling and wagging sound of those guys Eun-hee doesn't want to hate. Your footsteps become rough. There is only one light leaking from the building. The closer you get to where they're supposed to be, the louder it gets. The louder the sound, the more power it gains to Eun-hee. Soon Eun-hee stood at a door. Light and sound leak out gradually. There were those bastards here. Eun-hee opens the door in front of her.