The World of Masks

"Oh, he's gone."

I threw myself on the couch and drained the power of my limbs like a limping squid. My arms and legs are groping across the couch. Callie approaches you cautiously.

"Well done."

"Yes, well done."

Shake one hand vigorously and throw off the mask. You bounce off the ground a few times and throw it away. Callie carefully takes off her mask and sits on the couch where Jack is lying. Carefully raise Jack's head and place it on his knee.

"I'm glad to hear that. He's a communicator."

"Yes, thank God. Not to me, not to him."

Shit.

I flicked my hand lightly. A rattling sound rang out in the corner of the room. Something walks out of the closet as it opens. Segu's skeleton stands still, awaiting Jack's command. The skeleton was not just in the closet. Under the desk, a few more came in from the next room. The Krafnaps didn't know it, but they were already completely surrounded by Skeletons. If they attacked Jack during the negotiation, they would rather be surrounded and hunted by Krafnaps.

"So shall we now prepare to kill the king?"

"Well, it depends on what kind of conclusion they make. I think it's a long shot, but maybe I don't want to kill him because of his horrible nephew."

Of course, that possibility is rare. Humans who are intoxicated by power are not bored with abandoning their immediate family. My immediate family will do the same thing, but I wonder if I can call him nephew. The nature of the Grand Duke that Jack recognized was someone who could give up his own blood cool for power.

"So, should we stay here for a while?"

"Of course. They should listen to the king or not, and they should provide firearms when they send someone." "

"Are you sure it's okay to give them a gun?"

Jack stares up at Callie's face. My face is cut in half because of my big chest. I was looking at myself with worried eyes that were downcast and gentle. In awe of his extended lashes, Jack raises his hand and strokes Callie's cheek.

"It doesn't matter. I won't give you much anyway. Of course, cloning would be crazy, but it doesn't look like technology enough to be copied from a medieval civilization."

First, the Refining technology is out-of-date, and in order to replicate even a spring, you will have to go through a trial and error that will force the soul to escape because there are no rats in the head. If that works, too. Moreover, when it comes to things like gunpowder, it will only appear as simple powder to them. They don't even know the proportion of the distribution, so they have to consume it. If the technology were so easy to replicate, the colonies wouldn't have been so easily overwhelmed by the heat waves in reality.

"First and foremost, a single musket. It's not that dangerous."

A gun that needs to be fired, fired, fired and repeated. It's a lot of over-technology in this game, but it's nothing compared to an automatic rifle.

There was more to think about than that. Jack tucks his head into Callie's fluffy thighs and lifts his index finger in front of his eyes. There was a blue spear that only Jack could see.

"It's been a long time."

Actually, it's the first time anyone's ever asked me anything other than Lanpral's quest. I've been asked a lot of mercenaries, but Jack can't see the blue spear as if it wasn't a quest. Looks like it should be received from regular NPCs.

[Quest Supply weapons to draw down the fool king.

Difficulty D

The King of Tiaren is a merely incompetent young king. I had the opportunity to become the power of Grand Duke Greens, who stood up to take care of and look after those who were persecuted under the incompetent king. To save this kingdom, you must safely lead the weapons that will be your strength.]

"To save the kingdom? This is a class of shit."

I laughed as I pulled out the window. I thought it was hypocrisy, as it was a system that took care of the quest rewards, saying you did well when you slashed Lanpral like that. Weapons will be well supplied anyway. Jack closes his eyes, feeling Callie's warm, smooth legs.

* * *

A vast space. A massive pillar stands in two rows to support the ceiling. The red carpet runs long in between, with a large chair at the end. It was a symbol of authority that only the ruler of this country could sit. But it wasn't real. The throne in the royal palace of this country was not only a chair that made it grander and bigger, but still did not receive true authority. There was one person sitting on top of it. The massive body exudes a strong sense of intimidation. Hip lips, angled face, beady beard, and even a seething glow. He was a middle-aged man, but his strength seemed to be overwhelming by the surrounding space itself as if it had slipped away.

One man lies flat in front of him. Earl Krafnaf. A drop of cold sweat flows over his face and falls onto the carpet. I've met him a few times, but his strength is treacherous. Krafnaps trembled at the pressure of the Jade Emperor.

"So, you can get that weapon back?"

"Yes, yes. That's right."

I replied with a slight tremor. The Grand Duke's eyes froze slightly. The Earl looked so weak to the Grand Duke who liked bold men. But I didn't say anything. He knows his own strength, but it is the king who embraces him.

"Good."

Just that. The heavy bass echoes through the room, making Krafnaps very nervous, and at the same time relieved. Fortunately, the Grand Duke was satisfied.

"Ha, but I still can't trust the contracted traveler completely. Just postpone the plan a little."

That was a word of advice: a man trembling and unable to speak a word of it gave the Grand Duke his advice out of the courage of desperation. The Grand Duke knows. I didn't mean to do anything to Krafnaps just because I heard that. But it was also true that it bothered my ears.

Kuang!

Lift a big fist and slap the armrests on the throne. You hear a heavy crash. Krafnaf flinches.

"More acting? Talk to me, Krafnav. Are our soldiers weak?"

"Well, that's not true."

"So, am I slower than that Clebrit guy?"

"Well, that can't be right."

A provocative voice echoes through the name of the arch-enemy duc. Krafnaps falls flat on his face and trembles.

"Then, are the nobles of our side any less capable?"

"Well, that's not it either."

I desperately denied everything.

The Grand Duke glances quietly at the beeswaying Krafnaps in front of him. Then, this time, I spoke as if I were explaining it in a calm voice.

"I don't underestimate them. But we're not weak enough to be afraid of them. First of all, I put up with it too much."

I took the glass from the table next to me and drank it all in a heartbeat. I felt a strong drink. You toss it to the side without placing it back on the table.

Wajang Chang!

The glass falls to the floor and is shattered.

"The bastard who sits the Scarecrow King on the throne and mocks his own government! I can no longer tolerate him breathing in the same kingdom as me! Everything in the Kingdom of Tiaren is the work of the King of Tiaren. This is no place for a king's great-grandfather to sleep!"

"You're damn right!"

I hit my head and tuned. The Grand Duke is awake.

"I can't wait any longer. They all know we're going to start a rebellion anyway. I like the weapon that the traveler gives me, but I don't intend to leave it all to the traveler. That weapon was just a card that made our side even more advantageous. I'm not weak enough to depend on it. Krafnaf!"

"Yes!"

"Tell all the nobles. From now on!"

The Grand Duke shouted in a loud voice in the room.

"War!"

"Four!"

Krafnaps once again bashes his head against the ground. And then I got up. The order must be enforced immediately as soon as the Grand Duke's order is issued.

"Wait!"

The Grand Duke stopped calling me. You turn around, straighten your torso, and wait for orders.

"King, the plan to kill my nephew. Tell her I said yes."

"!!!"

I swallowed a saliva. The king's permission to assassinate the king has finally fallen.

"It's not easy, but you can trust how confident you are. The war is already fixed, so it doesn't matter if you find out. If only I could kill him."

'It doesn't matter if it fails.' I held another glass next to me, muttering. The Grand Duke had his nephew's death so easily in his mouth.

"A man who wears clothes that don't suit him and plays the scarecrow might deserve such a death."

I burst into laughter. Krafnaps swallow the saliva. The Grand Duke shakes his hand as if to ask me to leave. Krafnaps once again sets an example and turns away. Even though he was a creature who did everything for power, the "monsters" in the top floor of real power were always creepy. Krafnaf leaves the room as if fleeing.