The World of Masks

It was two days after the Merchant Guild arrived in the city. From a distance, you see a magnificent wall beyond the horizon. A rectangular, carved up pile after carrying a huge stone. I took a deep breath on a scale that seemed to be several times the size of Marlahan.

Maitnats, capital of Krul-Saintia. It was the name of a city far away.

'Indeed, the capital.'

Your head nods. Crolstia is an unparalleled empire around here. As the capital of such a country, such a huge scale was somewhat natural.

The Merchant Guild slowly approaches the wall. The closer we got to the walls, the more people started to grow. The top slows down. I also carefully drove the cart so that it wouldn't get in the way of others. For the merchants, they had to be careful about everything until they sold all the goods they had, or at least stored them in a safe place.

Jack also slows down to the top, which slows him down. The wall in front of you was obscured. Even the stone forming the wall seemed to be much brighter than Marlahan's wall in the north, although it was due to its southern life.

The merchant guild, which was slowing down, finally stopped walking. In the future, there was a long stretch of rope to get into the castle. It was a fight against waiting for a while. Jack yawns loudly and straightens his arms. And I walked around a couple of times. Small hills and open fields all around. There was also a huge mountain that looked tall from afar. Geography was essential as it was a place to stay for a while.

'Thought I'd go further, but · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

A map of the Demon King Dungeon that Jack got. Among them, Karizardich. 'The southernmost Demon King's altar was still a long way down. However, even though it was said to be weak to the south, there was a sense of reason to trust the Demon King's Altar with only his current abilities. The old dungeon was easy to get into, but it was thanks to Goreps Galik and Politon, and Samantha, the telescopic wizard, who wasn't particularly good at it. There, I could not have thought that Jack's objective, the level of the southernmost dungeon, was the same as the last. No matter what I thought, I had to improve my skills.

'This is a good spot.'

I got two more beads of good life, a good environment, and just the right level of monsters. No, it was weak. There · · · · · · · · ·.

'There are a lot of people.'

I licked my lips with my tongue. I didn't care much about other places because of preparing the shop and going south, etc., but I also killed the right person for the reason that if a mass murder happens in every city I move, I might photograph someone's suspicions for quite some time. All I could do was squeeze it in one decimal unit. But this is different. As the capital of the mighty kingdom, there were many humans. If you're lucky there, you might have a chance to kill some other kind of nobleman.

'Enjoy it slowly.'

I had to make sure that the books I got from the dungeon were also grimoires, and I had to think about whether I would learn them.

"Even if it's a grimoire, you can't expect everyone to win passive skills, can you?" '

Rather, it was likely to be an active skill as I thought it was a grimoire. Even though it was a character's life force, it was very frustrating for Jack to think that it would be linked to the life force of reality.

‘I don't know how the maximum consumption of life is increased there. ’

I've already gone up quite a bit and raised a lot of stats, but the item that said Max consume hour was still fixed at 1 hour. I also needed to look into this.

Jack and the merchant enter MateNatz through a large gate.

It was noisy in front of the warehouse, unloading the cart. The group safely enters the city and follows the leader merchant's instructions to move to one of the cities. The merchant arrived at the destination and quickly borrowed a warehouse. Survivors of class F mercenaries and servants move their belongings diligently into storage. The rest of the mercenaries glance freely at the scene. Jack also sits with his butt against a haystack that is neglected, just a little distance from the other mercenaries.

"Hey, Rittenz!"

You hear an iron hiss as if a metal hit you. In his hanging voice, Jack turns his head. Torn muscles, twitching scars. A mercenary's own example is walking towards him.

"Leader, what's going on?"

Rittenz. It's his name that's currently masquerading as NPC. The leader steps forward and slaps Jack on the shoulder, thumping and roughing.

"Wow. As expected, the mercenaries to the north are different. You're a Class E mercenary and a Class C mercenary. Merchants have bad ears, too. You said you hired good mercenaries cheap."

Although it's not true, the mercenaries to the north are surprisingly hopeful for the mercenaries to the south. Even at the same level, you can chew on monsters with much higher skills.

'Well, it's a whole different level.'

Cadillac, a monster we first met up north, was able to take care of one here by himself. Difference between heaven and earth was the north where only one of the leaders and the F rank mercenaries could be dealt with, except for the three, or even the one who was left stranded on an ankle.

"Leaders are strong enough. I think it'll work from the north, too."

"Huh? No, no. People like me only feed monsters there. When I was young, I was a little nervous about trying to get up north, but I was terrified of the monster level and came back down. I haven't been up there long, but I'm pretty sure that's where you've been."

"I don't know how people live in places like that." I shook my head. The people of the south, warm, rich, and low level of monsters, seemed to think the north was about to be on the brink of some inferno.

"You can live there, too."

"Of course. It's where people live. But I don't think I can live."

I was sick and tired of thinking it was horrible. The man with the crooked muscles doesn't look too good. Jack was also as tense as he could to calm the wiggling Army.

"Anyway, you did good this time around. Here's your fee."

The leader gives Jack a chunky pouch in his hand. The pocket-sized coins inside bulged up, revealing the shape of a stacked, rounded, flat coin. Jack receives the pouch. I felt a heavy weight. I untied the end of my pocket and looked inside. Silver coins pile up.

"I think it's a lot more than I agreed to take."

"Well, yeah. That's why I'm giving it to you first."

He covers his mouth with one hand, whispering in Jack's ear as if he were telling a secret. I felt a slight chill on my neck. I wanted to stop whispering in the ear of a mean man in the middle of the fun. I desperately wanted to punch him in the face and get rid of him.

"You seem to be very impressed with the merchants. It's very rare for those saltstones to take care of me like this first."

"Well, I see."

Jack smiles awkwardly and leans back. The smell from my mouth was unbearably disgusting after the second hit. The leader grins, revealing yellow teeth.

"Obviously, this hike was a bit risky. Screw you. If you're going to thank me later and give me this kind of money, I'll do it from the beginning."

"At least you're here."

"No, if it weren't for you, at least half would be dead. Ten mercenaries escorting nine wagons is not that small, but the problem is that the quality is very poor this time."

Jack agreed to it. Five of the ten mercenaries were Class F. Four of the other five were of the same grade as Jack, and only the leader was of class D. So I had no choice but to tie Class F mercenaries to the rest of the mercenaries one by one to minimize the damage. Nevertheless, two Class F's and one Class E's died in this quest.

"To be honest, when I first saw the mercenaries I had saved, I thought about hitting them right away. If only there was one more class F, I would have beaten this quest."

The leader continued, "Screw the merchants, screw the merchants." I was rambling.

"Well done anyway. It was really cool of him to cut down the Pirjitt with a knife."

Fyrjitt was talking about a frog-like man who shoots poison needles. Jack was not a particularly difficult monster to deal with, but the others were so hard-working that they were impressed to see him do a piggyback attack.

The leader turns around and walks back to where the group is. The mercenaries roar at the leader who shouts for help. Jack turns around for a moment. I got the commission, so I don't have anything else to see. Jack slowly infiltrates deep into the city.