The World of Masks

"Good."

Zion applauds and laughs as if her words had been conveyed well. I straightened out Peter's crooked shirt. Peter flinches as he touches his hands.

"You don't have to worry too much. I don't just kill my own people. If you have any advice, you're welcome to do so. because if that's what you want, you're welcome to take my advice."

I was smiling and talking, but that smile was even scarier. The people here have met, collaborated, and collided with many humans in their business. In their experience, humans like the true ones were the most dangerous. He was a creepy man who could stomp on his opponent without guilt or laughter.

"Now, go see what you have to do. because you can't keep people busy like this."

The slaves walk to the front door in a frightened look. You walk through the battlefield in a depressing atmosphere like a loser.

"Oh, wait a minute, David."

The so-called David turns away startled. Jinseok stretched his right thumb with his arms folded, pointing to the mountain of goods behind him.

"Please take care of these guys. It looks like you'll need to take care of this as usual."

"Yes, I'll take care of it right away."

"Everyone else, please help David."

There is no right to refuse. Noe nods in haste. I didn't want the owner to catch me.

"Oh, and look for a house. There may still be situations like this in the future, but living in a shared housing unit may seem a bit dangerous."

"Which house would you like me to look at?"

"It doesn't matter if it's not big. All you have to do is be secure."

I just lived here because I didn't feel the need to move to another place to live alone, but this time I changed my mind because treasures came in at once. Keeping this vast amount of treasure in a shared housing unit with others was not a good idea, no matter how short the time may have been. The same was true of sports cars standing outside. There had to be a space of its own where no one could break in.

"Then, my lord. I'd rather make a new one."

David cautiously said. Jinsuk stroked his chin and thought. That wasn't so bad either. There was a lot of money in the first place. To be honest, I could buy the entire 63 building and put a sign on it called "Jinseok's house." Of course, I didn't intend to do it because it was obvious that there was a lot of noise in the press or around me.

"Then let's do it. So how long is this going to take?"

"You'll need to contact the vendor for the exact duration, but it won't take more than half a year. I will also find a place for you to stay until then. It may not be as secure as the new house, but it will be much better than it is now."

"Okay. David can take care of that."

But I still have one more thing to do. Jinseok led the slaves out. At the entrance to the villa, you point to either side of town. Everyone passing by was stumbling at a certain point.

"Ferrari."

Regen seemed surprised. I never thought I'd see a Ferrari or two in a neighborhood like this.

"Is that a Ferrari?"

Ferrari. I've heard of him. Maybe it's one of those expensive car pronouns. However, if anyone who looks at a jewel and does not know its value, it is just a pretty stone. Jack, who was a no-brainer about luxury cars, has finally realized that his car is a Ferrari.

"Yes, the car in front is called Ferrari 458 Spider, and the car in back is called Ferrari LaFerrari." "

"You know better."

"I personally like cars. And the owner was driving a Ferrari 458 Spider. Apparently, he likes being rewarded by the masked world!"

Regen looks back at the truth, realizing something.

"Hmm. That must be what Mr. Regen's former master had, then."

I could be sure of what Jin said. That Ferrari 458 Spider was originally drawn by his former master to this new owner.

'Then, does the car behind belong to the owner?'

Given the situation, it was likely.

"You might have guessed it, but those are mine, too. I got it as a reward this time. But even if I try to drive, I don't have a transmission, and I don't know what it is, so I can't move and I leave it alone. But I don't think it's a good idea to keep something like that around the neighborhood for a long time. Please keep that somewhere else."

Then he handed over the car keys in his pocket. Slaves looked at each other. The order fell, so I had to move the sports car to a safe place first. Fortunately, everyone here is a one-liner, and I've driven a sports car before. Regen and William also owned several sports cars.

"There's a company that I built to help you. There's also a parking lot there, so let's put it on there for a while and move it right to the owner's house."

David gives his opinion and the other slaves nod. The slaves looked at their master. With the question of what this opinion was, I was wondering if there was anything else I could ask you to do.

Jinsuk happily agreed. And after I dealt with the sports car, I had nothing else to do. The slaves greet politely and leave the villa. As soon as I left the villa like the world's chief executives, the attendants came running. The slaves walked skillfully in a few words with the attendants. David and Peter go back to their cars, and Regen and William walk to a real sports car. It was to move sports cars to a safe place. I can leave it to the attendant, but what if something goes wrong? After all, I had a sports car, so I decided to take my two skilled drivers to the company that David had set up.

As if it had been roughly cleared up, Jin also went home. After roughly straightening up, I thought about going back to my daily life after just a few more days. I opened the front door and returned home to pick up the gamepad again. I began to focus on the game again, fuelling my appetite for endings. Jinsuk fell back into the game.

Ding-dong.

The bell rings again. It was about three hours after I sent the slaves, including David. Jinseok looked out the window. The outside was starting to turn from light blue to dark blue.

'Hello?'

Jin saw the last of the slave contracts on the bed. At last, it appears that the last of the new slaves has arrived. In a sense, he was also the most awaited slave.

Jin picked up the phone's handset. Then I watched the screen on the Interphone. I saw one person beyond the screen.

It was a beauty. The poor images and narrow screen of the Interphone cut down in envy of the person on the outside, but the beauty was clearly passed on to Jin.

"Who are you?"

Just in case. The user politely asks the target. And the voice that I heard was a beautiful aesthetic that I could clearly see beyond the electronic telephone.

"Hello, I am 'Vinogradova Natalia Piotrovna', your new slave."

Jinsuk left his handset without saying anything and went out to the front door. I unlocked the door wide open.

I can see her through the door. Blonde, no, whiter than blonde. Is this what they call a blonde? It was white and bleached, but it was still a golden hair. There was a true blonde there, which was not even comparable to the gray hairs of completely bleached and limp grandmothers. Skin is white enough to worry that it has taken the right amount of sunlight, and there are no common freckles or acne. I didn't even see any dots. Although he appears to be in his mid-20s, he may be younger than he is due to his mature-looking Western nature. Small head and big height. I looked down and saw that I was wearing high heels, but 185 was quite similar to the original, so I had to assume it was enormous for a woman. Compared to that, his face was small. The body was really amazing. The parable of an ant's waist was not enough for the chest and hip to assert themselves confidently. In the nature that she had seen, Yoo Rin and Eun Hee, the prettiest women she had ever seen, no, are far more attractive than the two.

Jinsuk stared at her. Her face is stiffened with tension. It seemed to make me very nervous to be in front of an owner who can hold onto his life and shake it.

Jinseok led her inside without a word.

Unlike Eun-hee who made herself a slave, she was the first female slave given by the masked world.

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In the transmission, I went over the firm's structure, and now the Russian name grabbed my ankle.

What's the nickname? What is the difference between your last name and pronunciation?

Wow, I really think every time I see it, but a foreign language that varies according to gender hits me. (Well, they think they're hitting things like respect in our country.)

Oh, and... You told me last time that you wouldn't tolerate a slave girl!!!! There were those who called out, "!!!!!!

Let me just say one thing. If you keep doing that, will you put Jin-seok and his 40s in BL water?!!