The World of Masks

Soft sunlight was pouring over the vast green earth. Large, leafy trees were forming small forests everywhere, and small, green leaves were showing vital life around the cows. In the distance, there was a small stream flowing. The sound of shallow slumbering water even refreshed my mind.

'Cool.'

When I looked around, I felt like I had to whistle unconsciously. Here and there, it was a landscape that literally chose only the positive side of the word life itself and nature. It was a problem for temperatures to rise further south, but the surrounding landscape was fantastic enough to push high temperatures into a minor problem. It was time for the seasons to change, so there were not that many temperature rises. Far away, blue grains were growing in a well-groomed land that looked like a field. Even from afar, it was different from the grains seen in the north.

'The Demon King is really going to kill me.'

Climate due to regional differences may also be part of the cause, but if you were to see the unspoken nature at this time, it seemed to me that the Demon King who had devastated the northern environment itself would have been the arch-enemy of the mortal kingdom itself for the northern humans.

The plain is easy to see, so the mercenaries' vigilance drops considerably. There were mercenaries just walking quietly in front of them, giggling with the mercenaries around them, or there were mercenaries who looked around and relaxed like Jack himself. The merchant dragging the wagon did not throw up much. I've been working diligently in dangerous areas like the jungle ever since.

Jack leaves the sacred neutral city of Blau and heads south for a month in real time. It was a tremendous time for three months of gaming time.

Jack looked ahead again. A large crowd of wagons continues. A group of merchants. A merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant merchant guild traveling from city to city. The same scenery as before from the sacred neutral city of Blau to Marlahan. Now Jack was familiar with the landscape.

'I hope they're doing well, by the way.'

I thought about it as I continued to do all the lewd things that were just relaxing and walking. It was the work of three Alba people who had just gotten used to the flower shop.

'I chose three Albas in shifts and a full-time manager. Even if it doesn't work out, it'll just go around.'

Albara was an unimaginably lavish member who had to recruit in a tiny flower shop in a mere apartment complex. Managers and Alba were suspicious when they hired them to do their job. After seeing the flower shop sale in person, the color of the flower shop increased greatly. Last but not least, there was nothing left to spend on staff, rent, and expenses. No, I'm not. There was never a small amount of hourly pay for managers and Albanians. A restless manager looked at the book with a red number and laughed a little. However, managers and Alba did not quit their jobs because they doubted it and gave it a lot of money compared to what they would do. It's the end of the world, after all. It's the end of itself. There, his real business is elsewhere, and the manager and Alba were suspicious as soon as they heard that this is just a small business that his parents had given him. It was just a compromise to understand as a hobby that the rich couldn't understand. As soon as managers and Albanians were elected, they were next to each other for a month, detailing everything from basic to profound. Because of the close-knit lecture, Alba students are fast skilled and give most of the power to managers, even if Alba plays hardball, the manager will take care of it. The shop is completely ready to go back without a problem.

'But after I finish this quest, I have to go to the store for a while.'

It didn't matter if it was ruined, but it sure felt bad. I didn't need the money, but I was sure I'd be pissed off if managers or Alba sneaked up on me. That's why I had to leave the store when I had to, but otherwise I had to go out and manage the staff. He had a CCTV on it, and he had a fabulous electronic ledger in his hole shop.

'I don't know when the manager will quit.'

I'm a manager, but I have a title, so how much would you like to manage a flower shop? It was okay just to see Alvaro add a little responsibility. If I had a stable job, I would quit. The current manager also made sure of that, understood the truth and accepted it comfortably.

The shop has been doing well so far. Most quests take a month. It's about ten days in real time. I often neglected to take on a quest, but if I checked later, I was getting back to it neatly. Managers and Alba seemed to be very satisfied with this and didn't want to quit easily. No, I tend to stare at the truth in case I get fired.

This is the 8th quest.

The escort quests going down south for a long time or a short time were the only ones who received the quest in succession, so Jack was somewhat concerned.

Jack gazes up at the passage, touching an eager, growing beard.

"It's really hostile."

Jack mutters. Less was more than a few mercenaries. When he first left from the north, only five carts were escorted by 12 mercenaries. However, this journey was guarded by only ten mercenaries guarding nine wagons. It was unimaginable in the north.

Twitch.

Jack stops. I felt a grumpy feeling of murder. You see a commotion where merchants and mercenaries' chiefs gather to see if anyone else felt it.

"Stop!"

The leader leading the mercenary horde pauses as he makes a stop sign, and the horde slows down along the furnace. The mercenaries raise the boundaries of what was released and tense the muscles that were relaxed. Jack raises the boundary as well. However, I was not as tense as I was in the north.

Kiei Profit.

Four monsters emerge from the bush, trembling. It looked like a figure of a bipedal frog.

'What the hell.'

I snort like a steam. It was a monster that had already caught Jack to bore him.

A battle is imminent. Monsters rush at you with long tongues. The mercenaries also set their weapons straight and prepared to intercept the monsters. First, four mercenaries ran out. They were tasked with attracting the attention of one monster each so that they could attract and separate themselves into their own group. It was usually the most skilled mercenary in the group because it was necessary to deal with one monster alone and could be surrounded by monsters. This time Jack was stuck here, too.

'The one on the right.'

I ran straight to the monster assigned to me. I was frowning as I ran with a disgusting long tongue. I looked back. You see mercenaries rushing after the hard-working vanguard. When the four men were dragging the Aggro of monsters, the mercenaries would push right behind them and attempt to attack. Among them were his Joe Humans. You see your assistant moving forward, gesturing to see if he's jumping or not.

'No matter the F class.'

A light sigh. You squeeze two against one monster, with the exception of the two least defensive personnel guarding the cart just in case. And the mercenaries assigned to fight alongside Jack were Class F mercenaries who were used as errands for this escort. Every time I saw him, I suddenly remembered the first ascent from the north.

'If it were up north, they'd be dead by now.'

The fact that such a man is still putting his life on the line was a testament to the fact that the south is livable. The helpless one clears his mind and focuses on the monster in front of him. The distance was already quite close.

Fighting.

A long tongue pops out of the monster's mouth. Jack looks at the flying tongue.

Boom!

You punch your tongue with your shield. The sticky mucous membrane on the tongue tries to pull the shield together, but the power is already a gruesome specimen. You flick your tongue from behind your shield, like a falling red carpet. You swing your sword at the same time.

Sneak angle.

Kieeek!

'Good scream.'

You use the screams of the screaming monsters with your tongue cut off to give your toes more strength. I moved my body to the beat of one, two, and three. The monster stares at Jack. My eyes were horrified with bloodshed and pain.

Sniffle.

The monster jumps forward after contracting the long, elastic hind leg muscles as much as possible. He acted like a frog and a plank because he didn't know who was a frog. However, the speed and thrust was never negligible.

Tsk.

A monster rushes forward and spits something out. A green liquid flew straight to Jack. Jack shakes his body to avoid the liquid.

Chi Yin.

As soon as the liquid passed by the jack hit the ground, a murky green smoke gushed out. It was poison. If it was bare flesh, it wouldn't have ended up getting burnt. Jack picks up his shield, covering his front and speeding forward. In close proximity to the monster, the monster swings its front leg. There were short nails like knives on the front leg, even though it didn't fit.

"If you're a frog, don't grow claws like a frog! '

Jack wields his sword as he grunts. And.

Fighting.

Red blood draws rainbows in the air. You mercilessly smash the claws of Jack's fiercely twisted black monster, and even his torso splits open two cavities. The monster can't breathe without screaming.

Larynx.

Flesh and bone, blood and intestines poured down onto the green grasslands. The warmth of the puffiness and rising sand dunes. Jack indifferently looks down at his work.

‘So weak. ’

I couldn't even compare it to the monsters in the north. The monsters to the south are just a slightly more powerful predator, adding special abilities like poison.

"Oops!"

You hear a disturbance behind you. Jack looks back. A mercenary, like himself, jolted, trembling to see the corpse of the monster.

'I really want to kill you.'

You are unwittingly patient with the power of the sword in your hand. As long as I stay close to him, Satan really seems to be flying, too, so Jack steps to the other side. The other crew fought desperately against frog-like monsters. One of them was screaming, giving him a half-melted arm, if he was hit by poison, and a few or two of them were still not winning.

'This is the level difference.'

It was completely different from the mercenaries experienced in the North. If they were mercenaries in the north, it would have been cleared out in less than five minutes. But this was the environment Jack was looking for.

'I like this.'

The monsters were low level and the environment was pleasant.

'Fine. Let's settle down around here.'

That way, Jack runs toward the other monsters with his sword. The end of Jack's journey, which took him a month to load up, was fixed.