To Be a Power in the Shadows!
Who are you kicking in front of?
I was curious about who the owl was, so I took a walk through the camp overnight to find out, but it didn't even lead to identification.
I knew you had too little information.
The only information I know is that owls are powerful people there.
Not all of them were checked overnight, but there were about ten of them there if they were strong enough.
Besides, I know some strength just from looking at my body, my movements and my posture, but conversely, I only know some extent.
It's a story where people who seem weak all the time are actually strong or vice versa are actually weak or possible.
So I decided to give up early. I can't just get the information I have right now.
If I'm free this evening, I guess I'll try to get out of the camp and gather information outside.
Let's decide about the night when it's night.
That's why, Zach, after a delicious breakfast you prepared for me, I take a walk through the large courtyard where the glorious morning sun plugs in.
I like the cold, clear air in the winter morning and the warm, beautiful morning sun.
The sky is also far and clear. I don't know, but you feel the breath of life, don't you?
"Hmm."
Walking among the floater-like prisoners who eat vegetable crumb soup and stinking bread really makes me sad about my lack of mob ingredients.
If you're walking in the city, I'm confident I can stay a mob.
But I'm still not dirty enough among these stray inmates. I think there's some parts of me that I just got here and I can't help but think there's some time to fix it......
At that time, there was anger around.
"You're telling me we did it!?
When I turned to my voice, there was some crowd.
I decided to watch the wild horse in the front row because it looked interesting. [M]
"I can't think of anything but you guys."
Clara Oriana and the bandit-like mob I saw in the basement in the center of the crowd were staring at each other.
Behind Clara is a line of surroundings that are considered kings, and behind the bandit-like mob is a line of surroundings that are considered doems. Some of them were Zach and a handsome boss.
"There are kings and doems..."
"It's a dangerous atmosphere..."
The wild horse prisoners make a scene.
"The bodies of the men killed last night left traces of assault and torture."
Shit. Looks like he was obsessed with owl hunting and missed the event.
"You're telling me you don't know!!
"There were signs of torture! Who else would do such a terrible thing besides those guys!?
Clara's sad voice echoes.
"Didn't they resent you? Because he was a fucking asshole!!
"- You!
Pasi, and.
Clara's flat hand struck the mob bandit in the cheek.
The neighborhood calms down for a moment as if time had stopped.
- And.
"You bitch!
The man, who was hit in the cheek, pulled a short stick out of his hip and shook it up.
Oh, this is the Akan one.
Clara is an amateur. Worst case scenario, he dies after being hit in the head with one shot.
But I'm sorry, but there's no route for Mob to kill Main in front of me.
"Huh?"
The voice belonged to Clara, who stared open.
At Clara's moment, a man who shook up a short bar collapsed unnaturally. A short stick away from his hand flies heavenly high.
"- Nah!? What happened!?
"He suddenly collapsed!?
The prisoners are stunned.
"No way - is that an owl?
"Look!! They're nearby!
"... Owl?
Doems and kings look around.
But unfortunately, it was me who did it.
What I did is simple. I just dived the slime out of the back of my leg into the basement and hit my jaw straight out of the blind spot.
Nobody's noticed, but this doesn't have to sound like the work of a shady powerful man either.
If you think so, Zach, you've thrown a suspicious glance at me.
I smile deeply and dare take my gaze off - Perfect.
Everything totally meshed.
And at that time, I noticed a short rod flying high in the sky falling toward me as it rotated.
At that moment, I flashed in an instant.
- It's not over yet!
I did finish my job as a shady powerful man.
But I still have my job as a mob!
In an instant, the drop point of the short rod is determined, and a slight discrepancy is instantly adjusted to dive directly below the drop point.
Plus, the blood paste I have prepared for this is in my mouth, and I look up.
And a short stick hit my nose.
"Bufowo!?
I spill the blood paste in my mouth up my nose. [M]
The way the blood paste splashes like a fountain and glitters in the morning sun is the domain of art.
Mob-style Deep Righteous' Nose Blood Splash '
It is an ultra-high technology that beautifully erupts the blood paste in your mouth from your nose.
"Wow!? Dirty!!
"Whoa, it's on my face!
On the morning of the slaughtered camp, the fountain of nosebleeds provides tranquility.
- I did it.
You've achieved a Mob that will be busted in the aftermath of the main character feud from the Yin Powerful Move!
"Hey you, okay!?
Clara ran over to me, falling in great satisfaction, and I pretended to panic and faint.