BJ Swordmaster

"What the hell is he doing?”

Zest asked a question in the air.

It was because I couldn't understand what happened today.

So I know what happened, but the expression was correct that I didn't understand the process until it happened.

"What do you mean, him?"

“…….”

Zest stared at Rommel.

He always trusted and followed his words, and now he had loose eyes as if he were drunk.

But when he turned to the left.

Zest realized that his eyes in the mirror didn't make much difference.

"……what does he do?"

"He's a noble man, a knight."

"Ballaran nobles are knights."

"Isn't that a real knight?"

"For money?"

"You kept your promise. To be honest with you. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't give that money to people like us. Never."

"What kind of people are people like us?

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"That's right. I'm not giving it to you. I would've done the same.”

"As expected of you, brother.

“…….”

Zest stared again, but Rommel didn't even react.

No wonder.

Zest sighed deeply.

Who can be calm after going through something like this today?

'As if nothing had happened, I invested, I succeeded, and I really paid the commission. It's not because we play a role. I just promised to.'

If you think about it calmly, it was like that from the first meeting.

Henry always kept his promise.

Although the way in which the promise was made was coercive, considering Zest's position at the time, it was vague to say that it was very coercive.

I didn't do much harm except to knock him out.

"Then you're giving me a job out of the blue today.”

"Have you decided?”

"I'm talking to myself. What do you decide?”

"Oh, I thought you were going, too."

"…brother, too?"

Zest had already glared three times, but Rommel avoided eye contact.

Zest didn't mean to blame either.

It was a natural conclusion.

The reason why Rommel followed him was because he was "helpful."

"There's no such thing as a brother or sister who truly trusts and follows."

When there comes a moment when they can't benefit each other, the relationship breaks.

And that's the moment Henry Camilton offered today.

"Simus went to pack. Nutella's guys have already left.”

"I know."

"What about you? Aren't you going?"

"You're that guy...… Do you trust him? Can you trust me?”

"I don't know, and I think he trusts us. Didn't you see that look? You can never make that face to a suspicious person."

Zest was not able to deny it.

The starting point was after the "consultation" with Henry.

Before that, he seemed a little suspicious, but from the moment he finished the consultation, he showed a certain attitude to believe it.

'That's not a make-up attitude.'

Throughout his life, Zest has honed two skills.

One is the art of stealing things.

The other was how to 'look around'.

In fact, it was much more important to be cautious than to steal.

One mistake leads to death.

'There's nothing strange about it if it's already dead.’

He failed to steal and was overwhelmed by an overwhelming power.

If it was a universal case of the black market, it would not be strange if my body, which had been cut off, rolled around somewhere by now.

"We don't have to do this for a reason, do we? How did I end up like this?"

Then Rommel said. He bent down and tied his shoelaces.

"How did you come up with such an offer?"

"He didn't seem like a man. I'm sure you've gained enough confidence that you'll be able to take responsibility until the end after much consideration and conflict. He was a different man from us."

Before I knew it, Zest was nodding his head.

The gauge is different.

It wasn't about the ability to handle swords, but it was a human-to-human evaluation.

Henry Camilton was different from anyone on the black market.

"Like us, who are trying to get their heads in, and those who are trying to get their heads in." Merchants trying to eat all of them."

Among them, Henry made a unique move alone.

It was a direction that Zest had never seen before.

'Maybe Durandal felt the same way.’

Zest had never seen Durandal behave that way.

"It's my first time to treat a customer like a real customer.’

To bring in the men below, to the convenience required, and to the next arrangement.

As far as Zest knows, Durandal has treated me like that, and I'm sure it's one of the best.

"You're gonna keep your promise again, right? Because it's a real article?"

"Huh? Oh, wouldn't you? And I don't care if you don't match me. You'll accept us. It's not uncommon for a speaker."

"There's a lot of nymphs who tried to use it."

"It's important that we're not so clean, and that we won't throw it away after we use it. I want to live a long life. Warm and full back.”

Zest nodded his head.

Henry promised them a considerable remuneration.

It was not comparable to the 110,000 gold I received this time, but it was unrealistic to continue to expect such profits in the first place.

You said you could sleep without worrying about getting stabbed in the back. In a soft bed, with a soft light on.'

Warm soup when you wake up in the morning.

When I came back to my home from work, I had a cold beer.

That's what I could do now, but the key was whether I could enjoy all of them without any worries.

Then Rommel rustled up from his seat.

"Brother, I'm....”

"Are you done packing?"

"Yes."

"What about my luggage?"

"What?"

"My luggage."

Zest smiled and glared. If Rommel left here alone, the relationship would be broken, but together, the words were different.

"I'm going to make it now. I'll take your underwear with me."

***

Instructor Russo will be here soon.

The outside of Lupin's right hand.

Henry was cleaning up the situation.

'Jest will come, too. And with them.'

A new estate is created.

Camilton's name is a landowner.

But Henry knew.

The fact that it would be impossible to handle the situation alone, no matter where it was given.

Henry first secured the funds.

The next thing he secured was a man.

Zest and other black market thieves. Those who may have lived despiciously, but who were not evil, would take over the night streets of Earl Camilton.

What about their lead?

There was Marshall.

Austin's teacher, and an assassin who can cut himself short of breath in a moment.

"As soon as your majesty commands the estate, I ask Count Levi for help, and if necessary, I will borrow Durandal's men...….’

There are not many successful recruitments.

However, each and every one of them was outstanding in their field.

If that's not enough.’

If what Henry had prepared now was not enough, I was going to ask for help elsewhere.

Bain Timothy.

If it's an old friend's family, I won't spare my hand.

'Bain is stupid, but Marquis Timothy is not.’

Marquis Timothy is the one who would have yelled at his son for his mistake.

You'd have figured out who Henry was beforehand.

Even now I'm not much older than I was when it happened.

Originally, I was going to erase my debt a little bit more, but it was clear that it was a card that I could take out and use when needed.

'I can do it. This is enough.’

The king's test was simpler than that of a cannabis wizard.

It's just a little tricky.

'…then.'

Henry stopped thinking. He sent a nervous look to the broadcasting screen.

The broadcast was off.

It left the black market at the same time and had promised to turn on the property again at the same time as it was granted a grant.

I'll have to watch it now.’

My breathing got a little rough.

No matter how Henry was, it wasn't easy to be as cool-headed as this one.

The identity of the cannabis sorcerer that I thought vaguely. And we were sure that we could identify the viewers.

It was also with confidence that Henry's identity was beyond his own common sense.

"Whoo."

Take a deep breath, click. As soon as I pressed the button, the window I saw once filled my view.

A video that comes to mind endlessly.

It wasn't as shocking as the first time. Henry swept away his pounding heart. He repeated a few deep breaths and began to look down.

[No talking ASMR to cure insomnia]

We've met the fighting people of Bronze.

[23-star challenge? This? Really?

[(Spicy Seafood Noodles, Sweet and Sour Pork, Chili Shrimp, Yusanseul) Eating show]

“…….”

Henry is speechless. Frown, then untied. Of course that didn't change anything.

I don't know a thing.’

Should I press it?

It may be different if you check the video.

But Henry didn't dare.

[Daily Vlog / Cactus Cafe / Stacked Delivery Unboxing / Drinking Log]

[Kanp? Kyriance? Your memories, replaced by repositories!]

[I'm back from volunteer work! (feat. Gangwon Province)]

Lower the screen, lower it again. The video came to mind endlessly.

It was the same that almost every video was incomprehensible.

And then he hesitates.

For the first time, Henry was able to face a familiar figure.

[Black Soul 3 LOL Playing to the limit]

Of course, I couldn't understand the title of the video. However, the thumbnail was definitely the image of an article with a plate mail.

Longsword, held in both hands, was reverent. Behind it, a torch was lit, and the exposed background seemed to be the ruins of a building.

"…as expected. It wasn't just me."

Henry muttered unconsciously.

More precisely, I was referring to someone who would be in the same world.

The other videos were too unfamiliar to be described as cultural differences.

Nice to meet you! Today! I didn't want you to get bored, so I came back not too late. You're familiar with the background music, right? Black Soul 3!

Bright voices began to pour out.

Henry felt at the moment that the spirit was fierce.

It's too much to be an article.… No, I can understand if you're like me. If it's because of the broadcast.’

Henry realized early on the power of sponsorship.

The reason why we're standing here is because of the support of the viewers.

At least it was impossible to judge the other person by the way he was seen during the broadcast.

When it was first released, it was terrible, terrible difficulty, but...Of course not now, right? As usual, Black Soul 3 has long been a place where ancient people test their perversion!

'…...your acting is great.'

Henry honestly ended up admiring.

It wasn't simply a light act.

There was an article with an Austin personality in the first place.

The reason I was amazed was because I felt the character of the storyteller from the person in the video.

I can't believe I can speak so fast and naturally.’

There was a clear difference between being light and being good at speaking.

And the moment.

Henry felt 'envy' about him.

With that skill, viewers will enjoy it more, and they may grow faster.

'...It's not the time to think about it.'

Henry concentrated on the video again.

The knight was now stepping into a rugged valley or something. The sky was full of dark clouds. Whenever lightning struck intermittently, the surroundings were brightened.

The knight made his way. Henry watched the screen nervously.

It just so happened that the costumes were familiar, the weapons were the same, and the dramatic situation was unfolding.

- Whoops!

Suddenly an undead crowd appeared. Henry narrowed his brows reflexively.

Which country?

Is there still a country left for the undead on this land?

At least not a large country.…Huh?"

The undead is down. In the scene, Henry doubted his own eyes.

The knight's sword was fierce enough. Enough to knock down the undead. I mean, it would have been if there were only manna around it.

You didn't use Mana and you killed the undead?’

Henry's common sense was once again denied. With his mouth open, a knight's voice came out of the screen.

Look, there's no easy game in the world like this. All right, let's move on to the first boss game!

BJ Swordmaster

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