The World of Masks

Bait.

The hinges that hold the wooden door scream, as if they were not decoration, traces of time that remained on the door. Jack frowns at the creepy sound of smashing his eardrums and takes a step inside the house.

Fireworks.

Something quaint and mysterious smelled inside the house. Jack's frowning face twitches. Jack knew exactly what it smelled like.

'The smell of widows.'

Before my parents died and became accustomed to cleaning and washing, it was always the smell that came from my home.

'Maybe they didn't clean up after them.'

They didn't seem to have anything to do with it, even to pretend. I thought I'd have to clean this house first to make it usable.

Is there an aromatic agent in this world? '

Perfume has already been invented in the Middle Ages, so maybe there is. As soon as it was daylight, Jack thought he should look at the general goods store.

Darkness has already spread to the murky city of the earth spiders. Jack looks around to see if there's anything left to light. There were candles all over the place covered in candles. It seemed to replace the light with a candle because there was no light or electricity. Jack walks to the drawer nearby. Above the drawer were two rocks that looked like flint used to light a fire and a back that was made for carrying candles. Jack picks up the stone. Then they slammed the stones against each other.

Tak. Tak.

It was also a flicker of flickering flames that struck me. Jack whines to light a candle next to him and throws the stones away. The stones that were bouncing and rolling around the floor immediately stopped completely. Jack lets out a sigh. He can't help but light a flint on himself in real life. No, I'm sure it's hard to bring a fire steel that says it's quite flammable, but I can't believe you're using flintstones to light a fire. Besides, is it right to put candles on flint stones? I don't think so. It was Jack who really missed the lighter.

Jack looks around. The sun is already completely out and only the shadows of things are obscured. Jack opens the window. The man was completely cut off. Some houses used to have faint lights that could be thought of as candles, but most houses were surrounded by darkness. Jack closes the window and turns his head back inside the house. It's dark. At this rate, Jack thinks it's too hard to see inside the house for a moment. Will you sleep in the game like this? Or log out briefly and log in again in the morning. I decided to log Jack out after a while. Honestly, I hated you in this squishy house. Fortunately, I was able to log out because I was in the house. Jack logged out without hesitation.

After returning to reality, Jack had roughly eaten his way through the night of the masked world, and entered the masked world using a connection tool again.

"Tsk, tsk. Typical men's house."

As soon as I logged in, it was a typical house of men living alone. There was a white pile of dust on the floor and unknown stains everywhere. The rolling bottles reek of alcohol, and the bowls on the table smell like they've been neglected for some time. It was a totally lung level house, but it seemed to be the house where the bandits lived, judging by the traces of people passing through the dust. Jack started going through each of the rooms. The room was two on the first floor, two on the second floor. Seeing each bed for one person, it seemed to be the room the thieves used to use. The room also had a collapsed lung level, and the smell of nightflowers was light, whether it had not been treated after enjoying with women. As he was impressed, Jack stopped exploring the house and entered the room that was presumed to be the boss' room, the biggest room on the first floor.

"Let's see. He said it was around here somewhere."

Jack opens the drawer next to the bed one by one. The first and second compartments were roughly stuffed with clothing branches. It was when Jack tried to open the drawer in the third column.

Cock-a-doodle-doo.

"Bingo!"

The drawer doesn't open as if something's stuck inside. Jack unhesitates to take Longsod and tear apart the bottom drawer.

Screaming.

With the sound of a tree cut, the last drawer of locks falls out. Inside, there were only clothes that looked slightly more luxurious than the clothes in the drawer above. But Jack was not interested in clothes. Jack starts groping the bottom of the drawer with his hands.

"There is!"

I ripped the parchment from the bottom of the drawer. Jack puts the parchment he found in front of his eyes. It was a copy of the house that Frank sold to save his life.

"Now I think he was secretly ambitious."

Considering he killed his colleague reluctantly to save his life, or considering he was trying to locate this house document that no one would know about, maybe he was stepping up to hit his boss on the back.

The first target, Jack, who found the house documents, left his room and went into the basement. I'm sure the secret vault of those thieves Frank's colleagues spoke of is here. But Jack scratches his head as soon as he enters the basement.

"There's no fire."

The candle was absolutely necessary because it was a basement that was hard to see because it had no sunlight at all. Jack turns to his neighbor with a candle that he can carry. Jack, who had barely borrowed the fire, began to enter the basement again, taking all sorts of suspicious glances, for some reason, from deep pressure on the robe.

'Once we know for sure they're all you.'

I borrowed a fire and asked about the people who live in this house. It is expected to be unlikely, but even if there are more colleagues, this house is not safe. But fortunately, there were only four robbers with nests in this house and it seemed like they were impressed. And since no one's been in and out of this house but you, you can assume that this house is secure.

Jack carefully enters the basement, keeping the light on and looking around the basement. All sorts of junk were scattered like warehouses. Jack walks to one corner of the basement, just like the robber taught him. After clearing the pile of junk, a small wooden door sits on the floor under a dim light. Although not as sturdy as steel, the sound of ringing and the feeling of the hand when I tapped on the door was saying that the thickness of this door is unusual. Jack draws his sword without hesitation.

Evil.

The wooden door locks are barely severed due to Jack's unparalleled strength and the considerable value of his ability to cut through the drawers.

The robber who tipped me off about this place knew the location, but he didn't know where the key to this door was. It says the boss is hiding it thoroughly. After killing all the bandits, I searched the boss' pockets, but all I could find was the key to this house. I had no choice but to break down the door like now.

Bait.

As Jack opens the door, a more eerie sound echoes through the dark atmosphere.

'Perfect for a horror or thriller.'

Jack, who had an untidy thought, put the candle into the hole. The inside was about two, three square feet in size. Jack climbs down the ladder across the entrance. Old, damp air pierced my lungs without cause. Jack, accustomed to the old air for a moment, looks around, raising his candle high. Then he smiled.

"Bingo!"

The bracelets that looked just like the bracelets on Jack's arm, presumed to belong to a beginner on an old shelf standing silently on one side of the room, were reflecting the light of the candle and shining brightly. Jack makes his way to the shelf without hesitation. There were four bracelets. According to the robber, these bracelets should be some left for them to sell. Jack grumbles tiredly about how he hunted beginners, picking one of them up and floating the contents of the bracelet into a window. There was nothing in the window. Bunnies and Boar Meat are expected to come from the Beginner's Village. And there were two beads of life.

I take it you've fulfilled your quest for Lanpral? '

The fact that the beads of life are quite expensive is consistent. There's no way a novice could have bought such a bead of life worthy of the four lousy bandits. Then it's either you've done the quest or you've stolen it from Lanpral.

After checking a few other silver coins and coins, Jack examines the other bracelets. Other bracelets also contained almost a dongsoo. The only difference was that the two bracelets had two beads of life, and the other two had only one bead of life. It seemed to be the difference between perhaps completing a quest for Lanpral or not.

After seeing the bracelets roughly, Jack examined the bottom of the shelf this time. I saw a chunky bundle. Jack crouches and opens the entrance of the pack.

"Whee!"

Jack unconsciously whistles. The package was full of money. The 500-won coin scattered the candles lit by the lamps, and the sight that existed was clearly objectively and subjectively beautiful.

"I won't worry about money for a while."

Jack giggles and laughs.