The World of Masks

Remove the water bag from the bracelet and lightly tighten the neck. The moon and stars shining brightly in the night sky were strongly arguing that time is the time to travel to the dreamland, but no one was listening to sleep. The merchants were cleaning up the battlefield with servants and slaves, and the mercenaries sat back and slowly calmed their exhausted bodies from the battle.

'It should be you.'

If you think of the enforcers to do, it is right to force your eyes to open now, but there is not a single line of lockdown left. Jack takes another sip of water. I feel a little energized by my exhausted body.

"Hurry up and move! Finish cleaning up quickly and move on. If you don't want to spend the night with the corpse, don't slow down!!"

The Merchant's Representative urged the Elderly Servants and Slaves. Cadillac's corpse was skinning, and all the life force was being sucked out of the beads of life, thinking the damage was worthless. On the other hand, he heaps of firewood and sprinkles oil. Perhaps I'll burn down the dead mercenaries and the Cadillacs. Jack looks sadly at the corpses carried on top of the firewood.

'If they suck the life out of them, they'll make a pretty good amount.'

Mercenaries who are much stronger in body than ordinary people will be able to get enough life force. But I saw too many eyes. The moment Jack absorbed his life force, he was more likely to be killed thoroughly after the mark of the Demon King's heir. As Jack, I had no choice but to savor it.

You feel a sneak next to Jack, staring at the cowardly moving servant and the slave.

Fluffy.

Jack turns his head. A pretty familiar face sits next to your butt. He was the leader of a group of mercenaries who fought Cadillac with him.

"Hey, what's up? Are you good with mercenaries?"

I heard a pretty friendly tone. Is it because we're fighting together? Anyway, there was nothing bad about being Jack.

"I thought it was worth it, but it's definitely not what you think."

While working as a mercenary, I understood the feelings of the so-called "senior". Psychopaths like yourself are overwhelmed with fatigue after a battle, but they grow like plants in a greenhouse. Most of them probably died in these battles or were traumatized and almost escaped into reality.

"Hahaha. Definitely not what you think. Besides, not many people start mercenaries up north like you. Saving Class F mercenaries from the north is a celestial freak."

"· · · · · · · Is that so?"

This is the first I've heard of it. For example, a class F mercenary, including himself, followed three of the 12. That's one-quarter. The leader shakes his head at the thought of Jack.

"I got lucky this time. We've got three Class F mercenaries on our tail, including you."

The leader turns his gaze to the bitter burning of the corpse.

"Well, there's two of you out there without that reward."

Jack also looked where the leader was looking. They were burning the bodies of dead mercenaries. The number of mercenaries killed in this battle is four. Two and a half of them were Class F mercenaries like Jack. That is, there is only one Class F mercenary left alive. Other F-rank mercenaries, like the F-rank mercenaries who died before Jack's eyes, were also killed in this battle, trembling to fight carts against the wall.

"The men who first started mercenary work in the north are one of three. A man who knows nothing. A man who braves beyond courage. And a real good one. Most people who don't know anything are travelers like you. They really don't know anything. And those two bastards who are going into the fire, they're out of courage and they're out of control."

The leader pulls out a cigarette in his arms and walks next to the flame burning the corpse. After lightly lighting a cigarette on a raging flame, you sit back on Jack's butt. Unlike the smell of clean, real-world cigarettes by combining all sorts of techniques, something very unpleasant and poisonous flowed.

"I see you belong to two of the three. I don't know anything, but I'm good at it. But you'll have to do well enough to get to Class D. I've never had any experience, so my rank of mercenary will be even lower than that. Well, it's great what a rookie mercenary can do."

The leader took another cigarette out of his arms and recommended it to Jack. Jack received a cigarette without saying a word. The leader shared some cigarette fires, lit them on cigarettes, and then slashed them into his mouth. The moment I inhaled the smoke deeply, I complained of intense pain in my lungs. I unconsciously coughed. You hear the leader giggling and laughing. I slashed my cigarette again with a grouchy feeling. It was definitely different from the soft cigarettes that blood in reality. Like the world of this game, this cigarette was also very rough.

"A word of advice."

The leader looks at Jack with serious eyes.

"Go straight south after completing this quest. Get more experience up there. Honestly, I was south of the state stage myself. Down there is the Kingdom of Cron, and that was my main stage. That's where I got my Class C mercenaries, and I believed I was getting pretty good. That's why we're up here in the North so much more than that. I was myself. I'm a class C. Even in the north, I thought we could handle this kind of ascent."

There, the leader took a deep breath. It was such a sad sigh, when the man who was hiding reached his limit.

"If I can stand it, I can stand it. This trip didn't fail either. But · · ·, this place is too different from the South. There are monsters called Cadillacs in Cron Kingdom. One of the most common monsters. But Cadillac in Cron Kingdom isn't strong enough. I could have handled two Cadillacs on my own. But no matter how scared I was in here, I was able to cooperate with you and take you down. Don't tell me there's a difference in the level of Naragon."

I felt sorry for him as I was wiping off the ashes. The leader nervously wiped off the remaining cigarettes on the floor. Then he stood up and tapped Jack on the shoulder.

"I'm advising you that your unexpected actions may reduce the damage. I'll head south again when this quest is over. It's a nice place.Even if you go like this, it's a wasteland, but it's not open. Lots of people, lots of energy. Lots of pretty people. Don't be stubborn. Think about it. No matter how many travellers think there is another life in that world, it's not like they're all going to die."

Finally, I started walking to the merchant herd. I thought I might talk to the Merchant's Representative about the next plan.

Jack is troubled. I knew the dangers of this place and the north were from the information Walton taught me, but it is definitely different from what I know and experience directly. What I realized for sure was that this place was too high for Jack to walk around on his own. Do we really have to go down like this? Perhaps it was foolish to insist on going north with just one reason to seek the Demon King's trail.

It was a time when Jack had a lot on his mind.

"Hey."

Jack raises his head as he hears it right in front of him. Then I frowned. There stood a mercenary who resembled that bastard, Sergeant Icarus, who had been constantly harassing Jack. With Jack frowning, the mercenary scratches the back of his head as if he had no head. Then, "After ~." I sighed once.

"Well, well, well, well."

The mercenary who was wandering around stuttering for a long time looked straight at Jack to see if he had resolved his mind.

"Th-thank you. For saving my life. And I'm sorry about all the crap I've done."

At that moment, Jack was literally stunned. He saved me in an urgent situation, but I didn't expect to hear such a thankful greeting.

"I have a dirty personality, so I want to harass you when I see you. Anyway, I don't want to complain.I 'll buy you a drink after the quest."

Jack smiles in relief. Then he reached out to the mercenary.

"Jack, this is Jack the Reaper. What's your name?"

"Brills. Stupid village, no castle."

Jack grins as he grips his hand.

"Do you really have to shoot hard? I can't use a four-legged alcoholic."

"Don't worry! I don't know how to use a four-legged drink either."

Surprisingly, in Jack's attitude, Brills waves his hands vigorously as he bursts into laughter.