Chapter 186
Chloride (炎fire).
(1) 1.
-I was born in a boring village.
said Yumar the one-armed.
-I don't have a job in the countryside, I have nothing to do even after my hair is thick, so I just played with the kids my age.
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It was a poor village like a parched bark.
Yumar scratched his forehead.
Wrinkles were folded on the green meat.
- Have you ever killed anyone? “There is.”
-okay.
I see a lot.
The one-armed actor nodded his head.
It wasn't even that surprising.
-Where was the first place you saw blood? battleground? or not… .
“It was a hunting ground.
They killed him by surprise.”
-Oh, it's not a warrior-like achievement.
Yumar raised an eyebrow.
A person who confesses to murder laughs once in a while.
anyone It's not about laughing and talking about murder.
You laugh at yourself who brought this up, the act of confession itself.
They secretly want me to join in this ridicule.
“Yes, that’s right.
I was not a warrior.”
That's when it matters the most.
You shouldn't join the sneer at that very moment.
I did not change my expression and asked calmly.
“How was your senior?”
-.......
The smile disappeared from Yumar's lips.
-… How many years ago? Has it been 13 years already? The village chief kept walking back and forth between different towns.
At first I thought I was going to see a friend, but it turned out to be too often.
Seven months later, the village chief returned with a confident face.
“I have been creating a business for our village.
Fools.”
The business that the village chief had been learning from the neighborhood was drug manufacturing.
-At first, we started by collecting the villagers.
six became There's a lot of goofy youngsters like me in the neighborhood.
Ummm, it's called [Gaedrae Flower].
If you elves eat it, you'll die instantly.
If you take it as a raw material, extract it, and then harden it like a pill...
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“He was not just a drug dealer, he was the head of an organization.
Seniors." -.......
One-armed Yumar shut her mouth.
- How did you know? “I just chatted a little bit, but I know right away.
Senior is smart.
My memory is soaring.
Remember that this was 13 years ago and the village chief snooped around the neighborhood for 7 months, right? You are strong in numbers.”
I poured tea into Yumar's glass on the table.
Thanks to direct instruction from Raviel, my tea ceremony skills have improved by leaps and bounds.
It's a pity that this troupe only has cheap tea leaves.
“I even know how to make drugs.
I even remember the village chief's every move, but it's probably not at the level of an organization.
A boss, or at least a vice-boss.
He must have been a key executive in the organization.”
-… I'm very quick-witted.
Yumar smiled bitterly and held up the teacup in one arm.
Taking a sip of the tea, Yumar raised her eyes as if a little startled.
- Shit.
Why is it delicious and disgusting? "thank you.
So how was it actually?”
-… Well, that's right.
I was the head of the village organization.
I happened to have a talent for collecting and playing with children.
It was also good.
It wasn't just good luck.
He was a genius.
Yumar's [business] grew rapidly.
- He was born with good fortune.
They gathered young people from the neighborhood to form a militia, and they devoured the neighborhood and called an organization.
The boss, Yumar himself, thoroughly supervised the drug manufacturing process to ensure the quality.
Yumar's narcotics were recognized as a commodity, and they spread along the elven ports along the waterways.
「The juice of the castle.」 「The powder of a scholar.」 These were all products that Yumar made a hit.
Despite having little talent for Aurors, Yumar had a hundred men.
His subordinates called him [a warrior among warriors].
At the point when one hundred people were gradually increasing to five hundred, at that moment, Yumar had an intuition.
- I felt like I was going to be fucked if I went on like this.
It was instinct.
- Reconciliation Council is generous.
It's not about selling drugs to designated people.
I don't even care about the bastards who sell some drugs to the wealthy fairies.
However, if there are 100 or 500 people in the municipal government, the story is different.
Yumar's organization was good, but it was too good.
- There was no evidence, there was no heart attack, but I just got a feeling.
It is now! If we didn't stop losing now, it was clear that we would all break together.
Yumar gathered his friends and said: Let's close the business.
Friends of the same age, who used to eat tolls together in the village, eventually became organization executives and grew fangs.
-These pigs nodded that they knew in front of me.
“So did you fold it?”
- Horn.
That very night, a group came up to me and tied me up.
He threatened to come up with a drug recipe.
I bought all the daggers they carry, and I aimed them at my neck.
fucking guys.
Yumar shared his know-how while weaving.
He swore he would never take revenge, and that he would never touch the business again.
Childhood friends imagining Yumar's oath.
- One pair of right arms flew away.
Instead, he spared his life.
The boss of the organization became the 'one-armed Yumar'.
- I did not join the theater because I had a particular desire for acting.
I just walked around the street, but the troupe here said it was bad, so I took it away.
It's been 10 years.
It's all a thing of the past.
Well, acting became fun.
“How is the organization?”
-.......
"It's ruined." One-armed Yumar quietly looked down at the teacup.
- Less than a year after I was kicked out, I was subjugated.
The council sent 13 people in the top 100.
Five hundred members of the organization were completely killed.
“How are your hometown friends?”
- It's gone.
It was the officers.
Yumar wrinkled his nose.
“Senior thinks it’s his fault.”
-.......
“You think it’s wrong to raise the organization too well because your senior is so good.
Business has been running smoothly.
Or if it had been completely destroyed, the people of my hometown would not have died.
I am blaming myself for not stopping the village chief at that time.”
- Shit.
The hobgoblin wiped the remaining tea in his mouth.
- Looks good.
tall cubs.
next.
Finally, a foreign actor came in.
He was holding an old lion doll in his arms.
-I was a servant of a prestigious family...
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The single actor's name was 'Sakum'.
- I happened to see the owner of the house flirting with a stranger.
No, I didn't see it.
heard over the wall.
I didn't even try to listen to it.
I didn't even get in.
But they cut off their ears, saying it was bad for them to hear their moans...
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Sakum of the One Demon murmured expressionlessly.
- Isn't that too much? One-eyed Arika.
The gambler's son.
One-armed Yumar.
Former drug boss.
Sakum of the One Demon.
A former nobleman.
"okay." I nodded in front of the actors.
“Let’s dance for a moment.
seniors.
a week later.
The day of the play came.
The seat was full.
2.
-Is this extreme bullshit? - That's weird.
I've been here before, and back then, this name...
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Thirty minutes before the start of the play, it was crowded with customers.
The audience who came to see the street performance, and the audience who heard the rumors.
Audiences who happened to pass by and came in wondering why there were so many people.
Not only the VIP seats, but also the standing seats were full.
- No watermelon beer? Fried watermelon? Ough, I can't believe it.
-Is this theater going to make money...
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- Really.
There is one fairy who works here, and he is amazing.
He was able to use the auror so freely that he made a sound in the empty air.
No, really! Why do I… .
- Ugh.
If you don't gently blow who touched my ass, what you're going to see will be blood and blood, not blood.
- It's a play, but you don't even say a single word.
- It must be an exaggerated advertisement.
- They say they give you a refund? - Too many people! wiggle wiggle.
Truly the market.
Behind the stage, the seniors glanced at the audience seats.
- Shit.
The seniors were very scared.
One-armed Yumar was particularly nervous.
- I saw it.
saw! Among the guests sitting in the special seat, the person with the red tattoo is undoubtedly Morkan, who is ranked 21st in the council.
fuck off.
“Who is that?”
- He's a madman who said that he drew a 1cm tattoo every time he picked up an enemy's hair on the battlefield.
Look at the tattoos all over that bastard! Sakum of the One Demon murmured as if nervously.
- Actors from the theater companies [Flame] and [Hippo] also came to watch.
-Ug.
Where are you? -there… Two people wearing masks in a special seat.
I hid my face, but I know it because I see it often.
One is Sormakunda, the ace of [Flame], and the one sitting next to him is Jamahan, who is the most popular in [Hwama] these days… .
-Why do they come to see us!? - That's because you didn't come to see us.
One-eyed Arika said.
Arika was constantly looking in the mirror to check if there was anything awkward about her makeup.
-They came to see Sonia.
There was nothing special about the makeup.
bare body.
After wrapping a cloth around his waist, he had a black tattoo all over his body.
That was it.
-that's right.
Awesome.
In fact, isn't the youngest actor a rookie actor who has only been selected for a week? This performance is their debut.
Since the first stage was fully filled, it must be the greatest debut ever among actors from the fairy tribe.
- I think it would be all-time high even if we included our species...
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“It starts slowly.”
I opened my mouth.
The seniors, who tried to capture the tension by chatting in small pieces, stopped talking.
“You practiced enough to die for a week.
Do not worry.
It's okay if your body doesn't move suddenly or your limbs don't follow.
Just take away all your power." -Isn't it ruined...? "I'll control the bodies of the seniors with an auror.
Don't force yourself to refuse." -No way.
It's possible...
No, it's possible.
Shit.
The four of us put our hands together.
I sent the Auror lightly.
"Relax." A red auror flowed through the seniors' arms.
I shuddered, the seniors moved their shoulders.
But after the last week's special training, did they already get used to my aurora? Soon, the seniors took a deep breath and calmly accepted the auror.
The actors relaxed their muscles as if they were massaging them.
-Uhm.
-Ugor....The seniors' expressions were relaxed.
The atmosphere was definitely less tense than before.
"There's no need to worry.
"No one is expecting it.
Expectations are low.
As long as we practice, it's a hit for the guests.
Okay?" The seniors nodded cautiously, "Okay.
Let's begin." I rolled my feet, Koo-woong, my footsteps made the air vibrate on the Auror.
-What? -What's going on? The audience was startled from the other side of the stage.
The hobgoblins stopped talking and looked around.
I didn't care and kept playing with my feet.
Kuwoong, thump! Thump! It wasn't just rhythmic footsteps.
I put a pitch for each footstep.
-Oh come? Among them, the VIPs seated in the front row were the most surprised.
-Oh my God.
Is this a pagong sound written only for an auror, not a voice? -That's right.
The dark stage.
Arika spread her legs as wide as she could like a runner and ran wide, wide, and walked the distance.
Naturally, the attention of the audience was drawn.
It wasn't just because of the appearance.
Doo Woo-woong - Every time Arika's feet touched the stage, a new melody embroidered the air.
The melody that had led to a single line swelled into a double line.
One after another, Sakum of the unicorn ran out onto the stage in turn.
Same again this time.
Every time one actor stepped on the ground, a rhythm ran throughout the theater.
Three melodies.
Three lines overlapped, and the music finally started.
- God, the audience suddenly became quiet.
There were a lot of customers who opened their mouths, but not intentionally, but because of an unintentional murmur.
187 Music, not lines.
Dance, not theater.
I was doing a one-man orchestra through Auror..