The World of Masks

The man had a little smile. Unlike Jack's mask, his nose and mouth were clearly visible, so a slight change in expression could be noticed.

"May I help you?"

Clear the pitch completely and keep your voice as low as possible. Erases as much information as possible from the man in front of you. With a very cautious attitude, the man in front of me shrugged.

"Oh dear. It's been a long time since I've seen such a few players, but such a vigilant one."

You mutter as if you're having fun. However, Jack waits for his opponent's reaction without any movement. The man smiled and reached out to Jack.

"I'm Polliton. Nice to meet you."

Jack stares at his outstretched hand. All kinds of thoughts were passing through my head. The man's intentions, skills, levels, etc. were continually appearing and disappearing in his head, but there was still too little information. Once Jack holds out his outstretched hand.

"Walton."

I made an anonymous statement without hesitation. The name you take out is the name of the only player who has died pitifully in your hands. Maybe if Walton hears me, he'll be drooling all over the street.

The man in front of me may be the colleague Walton mentioned, but he's still an alias. If the opposing Pokémon doubts, it's enough to say a cool pseudonym. It seems like a pretty high level, so it should be clear that the unbelief between the players is quite clear.

"So, what's going on?"

To be honest, I was reluctant to relate to other players. Low-level, low-haired, no-noticed bastards like Walton are always welcome, but the man in front of them doesn't seem like Walton. Wearing the armor alone made me feel intimidated, and I was secretly showing that the atmosphere of relaxation was already fully adapted to this masquerade world. Of course, an accurate assessment should be made somewhat after identifying this Politon, but the first impression was that he continued to feel threatened by the crisis that he could be eaten.

In Jack's question, Politon looked around. Several mercenaries were curious. It seemed curious that two masked players were having a conversation. Politon shakes his head as if in trouble.

"I don't think we should talk about this here. Do you have a minute?"

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy."

Jack refused without hesitation. Players who are not arrogant need to be vigilant. I didn't want to get close and get beheaded. Jack tries to pass by Politon's side. But I had to stop walking into Politon's hands, coming up on his shoulders. With a slight impression on the mask, Che Jack looks at Politon.

"What are you doing?"

I express my unpleasantness without hiding it. Without hesitation, Jack tries to slap his hand on his shoulder. It was time for Jack to raise his hand to strike Politon's hand. Politon took his face to Jack's ear. And then I started talking in a small voice.

"Do you know of any Demon King?"

Jack's behavior stops. Politon smiled brightly.

"That's what I want to talk to you about. Are you interested?"

Jack's expression is slightly distorted. Did he find out about the murders? Or maybe he was discovered to have a bead of life related to the Demon King. Jack's thoughts have passed many times.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · Good. Let's hear it."

Tales of the Demon King. Now that Jack is the most attentive and most dangerous keyword, Jack has decided to listen to Politon. He needed to know if his actions had been discovered or if it was anything different.

Jack left the mercenary guild behind Politon. Despite the smell of cigarettes and drugs, the fresh air outside stimulated the mucous membranes in his nose, but it did not attract Jack's nerves who were heavily alert to Politon.

"Where are we going? We could do it around here if we wanted to."

Listening to Politon didn't mean I had to follow him. Just as the people who should be most wary of going abroad are not foreigners, the players who should be most wary of this masked world were not NPCs with surprisingly high realities.

"It's natural to be wary of the same player, but the issue we're going to discuss is the issue, isn't it? If you get off on the wrong foot, you won't be able to play this game, you won't be able to play this game, neither will I. They'll probably die for NPCs. Do you know how to end a player completely?"

Jack nods.

"NPCs know how to do that. If this gets out, you or I will end up playing this game for the rest of our lives."

It was a reasonable thing to say. Jack didn't want to die yet either. How long has it been since I've caught the best woman named Yurin? I didn't want to imagine it.

"Clearly. But you know what?"

Jack narrows his eyes in the mask.

"I can't trust you completely. You can't guarantee that you won't go behind my back by dragging me to some kind of hidden alley."

A liar says he can't trust others at all. I keep wondering, what do I see? Because I lie to others every day, I wonder if others are lying to me too. Jack had already beaten the back of players and NPCs several times for murder, and even more, Jack's life was a lie. It's like wearing a mask. It was inevitable that Jack was a madman in his nature, but that was why he constantly doubted others. Especially for a suspicious human being like this.

I'm really wary of you. "It seems like he keeps making his own insistence." Politon raises his hand as if he had given up.

"I can't help it. You decide where you want to go."

Jack looks around. The mercenary guild was on the outskirts of the castle, not near the slums, but a fairly low-income area. I noticed a shabby restaurant in Jack's eyes. Jack makes his way there without a worry.

The meal was quite late, so there were not many people inside. Only a few mercenaries have eaten and cleaned up. Jack walks Polliton to the far corner. Two dirty tables and chairs greet him. It was furniture that would only break money to give and not give in real life. I glanced at Politon. I didn't like that my mouth was closed for a day. Jack sits facedown on the chair, not caring. Politon hesitates a little, but feels compelled to stick his butt to the chair.

"This place is filthy. Couldn't we go somewhere a little cleaner?"

Jack shrugs. Politon sighs faintly.

"I don't think this is a place to talk about secrets."

Polliton looked around and said, But Jack had no intention of changing the place at all.

"I don't know about you, but I can't trust you yet. No matter what you say, you have no intention of going anywhere unpopular."

Then I asked the cashier to eat a simple meal. Politon did the same thing to Jack as if he had no choice. Jack stares straight at Polliton as the orderly moves away.

"Then let's talk. However, if the story is a story, try to speak it as carefully as possible so that the word doesn't stick out. If NPCs are interested in our story and find it suspicious, or if they're hostile to us, I'll sell you out without a clue."

Politon's gaze was irrational. But Jack didn't even flinch. I didn't even have to make poker face because the mask was covering me. After tasting again, Politon put his right hand on the bracelet on the left wrist on the table. And then I took out one thing.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. But what I'm proposing is that the secret is life. I've adjusted for you so far, so please at least meet my demands from now on."

Then, I put the stuff out on the table.

"Then let's start with a secret contract."