C86 - Its Determination (8)
Hans felt sorry for his friend.
“This Outsider must be stupid enough to drink beer in such an open pub!”
"Yes ... Hey, wait, where are you going?"
"I'm going to let that stupid alien person know the real taste of this place."
Hans withdrew his arm and asked the owner for two more cups of beer (Note: Here is a difference between the Beer Hanjas, one is the normal beer, and another is the beer of this tavern, which is very confusing because they have different meanings , but they are almost the same).
Then, he went to the stranger's table.
He looked like a tramp, so he was going to hear some stories about the world as he approached.
"Hey brother. Can I go with you?"
Yes, it was a question, but it was not a question that an answer was expected.
Hans sat in the seat without listening to the man's response.
Then, the man who was covering himself with the hood cleaned the beer he was drinking and left his beer.
"Here, this is my welcome gift, so I got rid of that kind of smelly, sandy beer you're drinking and drinking from my jar."
And at that moment, the mouth of the man who had been silent until then opened.
"...you".
"That?"
"Get your friend out of here in 30 seconds."
Hans got upset.
His good intentions were rewarded with words that could be said, they were threatening.
“You are a man who does not have a courteous sense of courtesy. Where are you from? From North?".
"Sigh * ... too late."
! - !!
Under a sudden noise, Hans looked back.
Two people entered through the open door.
An insulting voice echoed in the pub.
"Welcome to my show, ladies and gentlemen!"
The man who said that was wearing a good suit, and was tall.
Unusually, he wore a ridiculous Pierrot mask on his face.
But in contrast to the ridiculous mask, those who were in the tavern in the unfolded scene were forced to have goosebumps.
He had a rope in his hand and was connected to the neck of a middle-aged man who entered with him.
"I am Pierrot, who is in charge of the show, and has the pleasure of meeting you."
Beside him was a middle-aged man, whose muscular body was tattered due to a lot of torture.
His appearance of majesty disappeared completely, and now his figure was shaken by fear.
Hans, knowing the face of the middle-aged man, gasped.
“And now, I will introduce my assistant! The king of high steel, the king of the Kingdom of Divide! ”
Nobody likes me.
And there was no one who dared to object.
Silence.
Everyone froze in terror and said nothing.
The sound of the flies seemed to sound louder than thunder.
Pierrot moved as if he were acting, lost his hand, bowed and released the king from the ropes.
A long shout revealed Divide's swollen eyes.
"Hey what are you doing ..." Someone objected, but his words didn't last, because his neck flew.
Something flashed from Pierrot's hands.
There was a long line of blood in the air.
There was a thin cable that could not be easily distinguished with the naked eye.
No one saw him use it.
Which was overwhelming.
* swallow *
The screams did not come out.
It was because Pierrot looked around the room as if he were going to make someone pass it the same way.
"Come on, everyone, take your weapons. Anything you can do to hurt others is good. Good knives, nice chairs and, oh, even some glasses can be a good choice, since you will die if you don't move."
Then, each person picked up something that could be used as a weapon.
Hans too.
He emptied the glass of beer, broke it and picked up the sharp piece.
Hans looked at the man wearing the hood, but it was only for a while.
However, Pierrot kept talking as if there was no one.
"Come on. You all know the people here, since they are from the same town. But tragically, only one person will leave here. And my assistant here will play this game as well as you."
The King of Divide came out with a dagger in his hand.
In his eyes, there was no pride at all.
I was full of a desire to live.
It was when everyone was watching.
“It's always hard to start. Well, the first person to kill another person, I'll give him an exception. "
Hans grabbed the gun.
How can I beat that man? thought.
If I intend to fight moderately, someone will stab me when I look the other way, and I wonder if I can stop that wire in their hands.
But then, Hans's friend approached Hans with a bottle opener in his hand.
"Friend, calm down."
"You've heard that too, Hans."
Hans left the weapon he was holding first. And once again he told his friend.
"Drop your weapon."
"I want to live, Hans."
He ran to Hans.
Blood splashed and screams spread.
Looking at the bar that turned into a disaster in the middle of the night, Pierrot laughed.
The pub was silent.
No one was alive.
It was a horrible scene that no one could bear to watch.
"That is a bad hobby."
"Do you think so?"
Pierrot's mask sat next to Macara de Cuervo, who took off his hood.
"I was wondering if you would stop them or not." Answered.
"I don't think I'll play at your own pace (game)."
At that moment, Mascara de Pierrot opened his eyes for a moment and laughed satisfactorily.
"You have certainly changed."
"Are you dissatisfied?"
“No, I like it, really. I'm sure you're not different from us. ”
Crow Mask no longer adhered to that statement.
Is it because it was annoying to refute, or did he admit his words naively?
He changed the subject without answering the words of Mascara de Pierrot.
"Let's get to the point."
“I could not kill all the kings who attended the conference, but it was not in vain at all. The capital of the Kingdom of Prillesha had lost its function, and would have been a blow to the economy. We have also managed to catch a great big shot of the Western Kingdom. ”
He pointed to the body.
It was the King of Divide, Asus Waldersch.
He fought with his dagger to survive. He killed the commoners and did everything possible to save his life.
In the end, everything became useless.
However, in the midst of so many setbacks, his face was perfectly preserved.
"Thanks to the actions of others, things have become so simple."
The king of Divide broke with the kings of the Western Kingdom and acted separately. It was the biggest reason why it became a goal.
He exaggerated his power.
Pierrot's mask smiled briskly with fingers pointing towards the body.
"It can be interesting to do this."
Crow Mask did not like the man in front of him.
This man's style had always been unpleasant and dirty.
"Then, I heard that Dadenuev was gone ... that it was destroyed."
Pierrot's mask inclined its head.
"But ... How did they get rid of him? A demon that could destroy a kingdom."
"... there was a powerful wizard."
"Zod?"
"No, more dangerous."
"Do you want to tell me that that child got rid of him, as the article says? Not to mention a 7-circle wizard, a wizard who can't even use 4-circle magic destroyed such a demon?"
Pierrot's Mask look was exactly the same as when Crow Mask met Desir.
“His power of analysis is already much stronger than that of Zod. And at an early age, he was good at battle. It's not funny. He also developed a magic he could not understand.
With just his magic, he even killed Dadenuev that Zod had fought with. That power is beyond the level of 7 circles. I don't know how this guy developed such a level of magic. But obviously, he is our enemy. "
"You have dealt with the face to face. Tell me, how was it?"
Pierrot's mask, who heard his story, seemed very interested.
“In general, he is clearly below me. But there are very few talents like him in this world of magic. Even the absolute absence of magic that I thought would be his only weakness, it became another meaningless one. ” Crow Mask concluded.
"It is more than a first level risk factor, much more terrible than Zod, and it will be a major obstacle to our plans," said Crow Mask.
"It's awesome, a man above Zod."
"I'm not kidding, don't let your guard down."
"Do not worry".
Pierrot's mask swallowed the beer in front of him.
"We will print our fears on everyone with destructive and unparalleled action, and ..."
Mascara de Pierrot's gaze turned to the corpse of the King of Divide.
"More secretly than anyone else, we will go deep into the heart of the enemy and destroy it from within."
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