The World of Masks

Jack and Callie slowly head south on the map. There was no rush. I don't have an appointment. I don't have anything urgent. They moved almost as fast as the couple had left the picnic. Of course, other NPCs in this game will never dream of it. It is because there are monsters who will appear somewhere and taste themselves again and spill their guts, or people who have turned into bandits by going into the mountains with their lives behind their backs and holding weapons instead of farm tools. Not to mention this place has a medieval culture with many jurisdictions where security is so low that it cannot guarantee tourist safety in reality. Above all, the presence of monsters has made the situation in this game more urgent. But that didn't apply to Jack and Callie at all.

Rrrrgh!!!!!

You hear a terrifying scream from afar. After that, you hear the sound of beating, stabbing, and slashing something elongated. It was still a very early time for Horror to sell because the sun was still in the sky, but it was still a scream enough to be sung. If ordinary people had heard, they would have panicked and tried to see what was going on or run away. But the two here didn't blink an eye. Rather.

"Here you go, my lord. Ahhhh."

I've been feeding my lovers a picnic.

Jack lies comfortably on Callie's knees, placing a plush, high-end cloth in place of a mattress. Callie slowly put the food she prepared in Jack's mouth with a single smile. No matter who saw it, it was a relaxed view of a lover on a picnic. If it wasn't for the pivot blooming all around.

"They're unfortunate, by the way."

He said, looking around in a tone of voice that Callie, who broke the white bread into Jack's mouth little by little and put it in a good enough quality food in this fluffy game. Jack lightly agreed.

"Two humans walking without escorts would have seemed like a delicacy. Leave it alone. It's their destiny."

"Still, I wish I could have thought one more time that there was something I believed in when I walked alone in this dangerous world."

Callie chirps, chirping her tongue.

After the battle, the skeletons begin to move toward Jack and Callie, taking care of the fearless bandits. We are returning to our original escort mission. But Callie, who was having a good time with Jack, prevented them from approaching to some extent. I was eating, and I didn't like the way Jack and Callie smelled.

After enjoying a picnic for a while, Jack and Callie get up and start walking the path again. Of course, it was natural to draw life force from the corpses of dead bandits. You take the twisted corpses back to the bracelet and move them to their destination. There's not much left.

It was a city. It could not be compared to a sacred neutral city or to the capital of a country, but it was a small and medium-sized city. But the streets were lively. The warm climate makes it easier to live in the region than any other province in the north, without the need for heating costs, and because of the fruits and grain growing well, and because of the worldview nature of the game, the level of monsters that are rapidly weakening further south made the region more comfortable to live in. Those with a healthy tan of sunburned, copper-colored skin walked around busy. As the sun was getting hotter in the south, people's clothes also became drastically thinner. Society has no tradition of covering up skin, and it's been exposed to a lot of skin, whether it's male or female. It is now fully aligned with the north, which is beginning to come to fall.

When I wore a hot robe on this street, Jack and Callie were walking around in light clothes. Of course, even though the weather was so hot, it was sticking together. I certainly enjoyed looking around at the city that was spreading a different charm from the city in the north. It was just that there were too many bugs. Callie and Jack turned white, as she saw a bug as big as a finger floating around on the roof. Nevertheless, I felt a sense of tourism and wandered around everywhere.

After walking around for a long time, they entered a store. It was a shop that put tables and chairs in the square, covered the sun with a big umbrella, and sold things like tea and fruit juice. I sat at an outdoor table and stared at one place, sipping the beverage in the cup.

"Is that it?"

"Maybe."

It was a house that led to timber on the second floor. As if trying to blow away the heat, it was a well-placed building, so the price seemed to be fairly high as it was stuck in a square with a fountain gushing out of cool water. Occasionally, several people were seen entering the building. They were all masked.

"Wouldn't it be dangerous to wear a mask?"

"If you're in such a crowd, you won't be at risk. No matter how unlikely you might find it in real life, tissues can get pretty ripe face to face with a lot of them, and that can be a bumpy one."

Callie's like, "Hmm. 'I looked back at the building.

It was the site of the organization Creed told Jack about. Jack raises his cup with his eyes fixed on the building. Warm feeling did not feel very good. But I couldn't help it. At the civilization level of this game, it was almost impossible to eat cold food on a hot day like this. Rather, if things like the fridge were running around, it would be perfect to ruin the quality of the game. Jack takes the remaining drink in one swoop.

Tak!

"Let's go!"

Jack gets up from his chair. I stopped by just to take a little look at the organization's place in the first place, but I didn't intend to do anything great. I didn't have the power, and I didn't have the right information. Queekly, Creed doesn't know everything about the organization. Creed, a regular organization, isn't the boss. If they hit us, we had to get more information.

When Jack woke up, Callie hurriedly drank. Then he hurriedly followed behind Jack.

"Aren't you going to hit me?"

"Let's start with the dungeon. Maybe there's something we can use to boost our power."

Jack looks around the back of the building.

"After that, I gather information and decide whether or not to hit it. We need to gather intel, and we're in the middle of the city, so there's no need to make a fuss. Think about this and that."

Jack and Callie disappear into a crowd of complicated people.

The sun is shining. The sand on the floor emits hot heat as it takes in the intense light of the sun. The sand that howls in the wind is fixating on the image of the desolate surroundings.

With his feet plunged into the desert, he made his way through the hard to walk desert, and Jack moved his feet diligently. My strength is so strong, I didn't get hit by the heat of the desert or the hard-to-walk ground. It's just a bit of a nuisance with the thundering sandstorm.

"· · · · · · · · · There."

Suddenly, I heard a voice above my head. Jack turns his head to look where his voice is. My eyes froze naturally because the sun was frozen in front of me.

"As expected, the owner is riding here."

What am I supposed to say? Jack shakes his head. Slaves seem to feel overwhelmed by the overwhelming guilt of being comfortable on their own, but it was none of Jack's business.

"Leave it alone. I'm comfortable with this."

Jack speaks out and leads the way. But Callie glanced at Jack's back like that. Callie was on an object that was quite unusual to traverse the desert.

It's a kiln. You make bones, handles, and floors out of wood, and place a high-end chair on the floor. You place a cloth on top to avoid the cold sun. As a wizard, Callie, weak in stamina, was a tool used to cross the hot, hard-to-walk desert. The kiln was carried by four stages of skeletons. Weak monsters in the south carried the kiln so easily that they could be easily defeated by powerful skeletons. I'm not tired of the Undead. In a way, they were excellent as kilns.

It was Jack who made Callie so relaxed that she could cross the desert. Steel-like stamina was now like crossing a desert, blinking an eye and not needing a kiln for Jack as much as possible. Coolly seated in the kiln of Callie Bay, she begins to walk through the quietly immersed sand. As Jack walks, Callie insists for a moment that she wants to walk, but makes her eyes shut at once. Eventually, Jack leans forward across the desert and Callie gets to ride the kiln comfortably behind him. The body is comfortable, but the mind is uncomfortable. That was the exact point of Callie's present.

Jack walking alone and Callie in a kiln followed behind a cart. It was quite large. The cart had sled blades, not wheels, like they were converted for desert use. A cart with a fairly wide blade to keep it out of the sand was dragged by several skeletons, just like Callie's kiln.

The sled drawn by long marks on the sand was blocked in all directions in the shape of a box, and the roof was covered with wide boards so that the cart could not be seen inside. It was just a little window everywhere that was acting as a vent.

Behind the cart, three skeletons were walking with broomsticks, raking in the sand. It was quite amusing in some ways. But the more the skeletons comb, the more traces of Jack's party remain in the sand. Perhaps it was a way to leave no trace of them.

Such a strange procession consisted of days and nights. Jack and Callie walked almost all night without logging out, as if it were quite important. Jack had the stamina to stay up all night, and Callie was sleeping on the kiln.

After a few days of vigilantes, the two arrive at a huge rocky mountain in the middle of the desert. In an environment surrounded by sand, rising rocks don't look like much of a match. But I could feel the splendor alone.

"Here."

Jack glances over the map and looks up at the rocky mountain and spits it out. This was the Demon King's dungeon where Jack and Callie visited, marked right here on the map.