The World of Masks

The reception room, which was intended to welcome guests, was in one gun. A large room that looked beyond about 20 square feet, with a red, wide and round rug in the center. Above it were chairs and tables made for speaking with guests, and there were decorations on the walls of the room. It was a reception room worthy of the likes of the players, but the real guests to be treated in this room were not players. They were arrogant, tricky, and ill-mannered bastards, but as sure as their abilities were, they were rooms for such troublesome bastards.

The boss stands at the door of the reception hall. Although it was the site of their organization, there were two NPCs standing at the door, not members. With their giant halberds in their hands, their swords at their sides, and their armor hardened, they plunge into the abyss, spreading their sinister momentum like they were about to abandon two brooks. While organizations were looking at these NPCs from a distance, they didn't mind at all. Rather, he seemed to be laughing when he saw his mouth slightly raised. It was bothering the members more, but they didn't seem to want to treat them lightly either.

The two NPCs blocking the door, overlapping Halberd in X, as if no one could get in, look at the boss and step aside.

"The Lord is waiting for you."

Even the NPCs who were looking down on the group opened their doors politely to the boss, whether they couldn't even do it. The boss walks through the door the guard NPC opened. Thinking about the humans I will meet in the future, I was in trouble from the beginning, but I did not do that. From now on, he was a very high ranking man.

"Oh! It's been a long time, Mr. Kleitis."

Boss, you see the opposing team greeting you with open arms as if it were welcoming you to Klystis. As far as I'm concerned, clientele twists his face nervously as he goes, being wary of this polite and welcoming greeting greeting.

"It's been a long time. Earl Krifnaf, you still have your dedication. You seem to be aging backwards."

"Hahaha, that can't be right."

Clittis shakes hands with Krifnaph, speaking from his mouth. Krifnaf smiles as if he feels good, but they both know it. This candied greeting is just lip service. Neither of them felt good about this compliment, so they weren't the kind of people who would do something like an amateur to break their guard.

We greeted each other pleasantly and sat down with the table between us. Whether he had already finished preparing for the guests, there were steaming cars on the table, and fruits full of baskets. They talked for a few minutes. There was a conversation about how things are going these days, how things are going, and how there's nothing you can do to help, and how little nutrition you can think of, and how little faith you can hear. But it stopped soon. If this were an important coffin, it would have drawn more chatter and found a gap in the opponent for some time, but today was different. There was a man to blame, and there was a man to excuse.

"Actually, I think you know why I'm here today."

Clytis nods. At this point, I could think of only one reason why this person would come.

I looked at the man in front of his eyes. He was now an old man going beyond middle-aged age to old age. He had a nice mustache and a Beremo-like hat on his head with a single haircut on the back of his neck. He wore colorful clothes, a flat skirt on his bottom, and white stockings on his legs. On it, I wrapped a splendid cape. It looked silly in some ways, but if you look at that outfit and laugh at it in this game, you will stand before the leader in contempt of the nobles immediately.

The man in front of me was a nobleman and a lord who ruled this whole area. If it seems wrong to the man in front of you in the first place, you will all sleep comfortably in this city. This is why Clytis came out to serve him, despite hating him.

"There have been reports of a lot of commotion around Mr. Clites' organization lately. I'm not a stranger to Mr. Clitis, so I thought I'd come here myself."

Cliftis clenches his fist in an unseen place. Rumors of the Raider have spread. Players in their territories and cities with lords castles will not be able to feel good about the commotion. I was anticipating it, but my taste was bitter. But more than that, they had to be reminded that they were somehow not responsible for this case. And that was also the truth.

"Certainly a disturbing man, but the erl doesn't care. It's just that travelers like us are picking on each other."

"Well, I know that. I don't really want to care about the travellers. However."

Krifnaps clasps, elbows on the table, and squints and looks at Klystis.

"Not if the damage is done to the colonists."

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

You little fox. If you listen to the story, you are like two members of the saint army who horribly love their territory, but in reality, just like other lords, you see them as your property or as a tool. I can't believe a human like that would run from a territory. I laughed in vain because I couldn't. But you can't say that in front of your opponent.

"Of course you do. I know how much the Earl loves and cares for his people. But we are also embarrassed. You know, we're in a one-sided ambush."

I made my voice as sad as I could, as I begged. My hands were tingling, and my heart burst, but now I have to go out like this.

"I'm well aware of that. Mr. Clytis is in a lot of trouble. But!"

Krifnaf closest his face to Cliftis, saying,

"Not this time of year."

Clitis' face stiffens in the mask.

"Let's put aside any hindrances or doubts, and let's be honest, Mr. Clytis, as the situation is. You know better than that. How important this time of year is. If they catch us there, our own plan could collapse."

"Do you think it's strange that one traveler just ambushed a group of travelers?"

"Obviously. But there is a problem."

Krifnaph raises his hand and forms a single shape. The stops, rings, and possessions were clenched like fists, extending the index finger and thumb.

"Guns."

I clenched my hand, which shaped the gun, and then I knocked the table firmly.

"Guns are the most commonly known to residents. Rumor has it that the people of this organization are already dealing with strange weapons to the people of this city. If they try to determine the truth of the rumors, we are lost in trouble."

"I don't think they're that suspicious."

"I've been instructed to remove any minor incident from the Grand Duke, regardless of what may be a threat to us. So, Mr. Clientes."

Krifnapp punches the table and stares at Cliftis with burning eyes.

"Do whatever it takes to end this case as soon as possible. I'd like to help, if you think about it, but it's a plan, so I can't pull the plug right now. But I'll talk to the guards in the city. Actively cooperate with you and your colleagues."

"· · · · · · · · · · OK."

Clytis nods quietly. The answer I wanted was for Krifnaph to stand up. And you reach out to Clitis with a smile, just as if you were staring at him.

"Then do me a favor, Mr. Clittis."

"Don't worry, Earl."

After shaking hands, Kripke leaves the reception room. Two guards carrying Halberd over the door escort Krifnaps to the front door. Clittis presses his finger against his temples. If I don't, I'm in trouble, but I get a headache when this jerk shakes his head.

"Is he gone? Is he gone?"

"Yes, it's gone."

Creed enters the reception hall. I sat down on the chair where Krifnaps was sitting.

"That's the Earl of the Co-op? He looks like shit from the looks of it."

Creed chews the crisps with a piece of fruit that no one touches, resting on the table. Fresh fruit rushed in, and the moist juice soaked my tongue. Biting at the fruit, I looked at where the Earl had left. Then I saw clientele again.

"Nice place for a nobleman, by the way, no matter how NPC. I see the boss is stuck. I don't look like shit. Should I shoot him later?"

"Impossible with an escort."

Seeing that he has no words to kill, Clytis feels the same way about killing him. Creed smiles and says.

"Just a fucking escort. Just put a bullet in each one of them and it'll be quick."

Clitis looks at Creed. Seeing what he was saying, he didn't seem to know anything.

"I can't win."

"Huh?"

"We can't beat those escorts."

He looks at her like she's talking nonsense. But Clittis insisted.

"Most NPCs are easy to handle. But the escorts, including the escorts, are qualitatively different. They're real monsters. They're not even close to the players yet."

He added a phrase, "Do you think I was patient for no reason?" You turn your back on Creed, who is stunned.

"Next time they show up, don't bother first. If they're pissed off and want to kill you, I can't stop them."

Clittis leaves Creed stranded and leaves the reception room.