Frenzy Troll

There was profanity and grief among the people left behind. It was an insult to Jason, but he didn't know what it was meant for.

"You've been called into another world out of nowhere, haven't you?" Or the fact that I don't know what to do or what to do and I'm gonna be miserable? ’

The users were all standing still. Is what I just heard so embarrassing?

Karl shouts at the distant users.

“What's everybody doing? Weapons up again! ”

Someone mutters.

“Things to do now · · · · · · ·"

“What's not to like? If you knew it was bad, wouldn't you be sweating more? Weapons, everybody, up! ”

The last one was almost bizarre. Eventually, the users did as they were told.

Everyone resumed training with a stiff face. Apart from the depression on their faces, the combat skills used by users were quite high.

It was evening. The monks brought food to the room, and everyone began to eat carefully.

Lollant also chews the crunchy bread and secretly examines the monks. Then the monk looks down and asks.

“Tell me if you have something to say. ”

Roland says you don't need to worry across his head.

As he chewed the duck wings, he carefully observed the duck monk who bowed his head.

A young monk who frowned as if he could only gaze from this side. Is that courtesy that comes from the heart, or is that mask just to suit the grudge?

It seems to be an electron at some point. A face that doesn't lose its weight. It is difficult to read other minds from that face that looks young and naive.

After a little more observation, Roland gave up on his discussion. In fact, even though that monk is a watcher and an assassin of the Church, how can I tell with my own eyes?

After finishing his meal, Roland goes back to his room.

Luxury rooms not envious of the hotel.

Suddenly, I was wandering around feeling anxious. I noticed something small.

“It's an honor to be in the audience today, Knight. ”

A child standing by the door nodded in greeting.

Roland almost screams in surprise, but he can hardly bear it.

“On the market?”

“Yes. I have errands, and if the knight has a fever while he's sleeping, I'll let the priests know. ”

“Are you starting the car? ”

“No, I'm a monk. ”

“Then why? ”

“It is the duty of a monk to take care of a patient. ”

The boy said with a splendid face, and Roland sighed.

“So · · · · · · · · you want to spend the night? I'm not feverish anymore. You can tell him that Lord Roland doesn't need to be watched. ”

Suddenly, the boy looks anxious.

“Uh, can't we just stay here? ”

“Are you in trouble if you get kicked out? ”

“No, it's just that · · · · · · · · I can sleep through tomorrow's work all night. It's a tough day to clean up tomorrow's skin. ”

“Clean up the skin? ”

In a more eloquent way, the nuns and monks here said that washing cloth and wool is a major task. The fabric and fleece were acquired from an industrial union in a nearby city, but it is not a difficult task to trim them.

But sometimes, this time, the cleansing of the skin that needs to be done tomorrow is smelly and difficult, so this young monk was sent here to get out of the work.

It was nothing unusual for Roland to hear.

Is that how you run a medieval monastery? I heard the Summon Shrine is quite generous. ’

“Isn't this place rich? ”

“I don't think so. Priests eat the same thing twice a day. One nowadays. One of those is a bowl of oatmeal. ”

A car boy with a clogged tongue asked for it.

“So can I join you tonight? ”

Roland gives you a trembling nod.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Knight. ”

Roland gives up his chair so that the boy can sit down and lies in bed.

After about an hour of sleep, you hear a colorful sigh next to you. I glanced at him. You see a boy with his head down, his eyes closed.

"If anyone finds out, it's you." ’

Roland locks the door and puts the boy to bed.

Even after lifting and lowering the body, the boy did not wake up. Sleeping spectators before patients to be cared for. The trained starter was just a kid, not just a kid.

"Maybe he sent this kid here to try to get sympathy out of control. ’

If that was the strategy, it was quite successful. We've even forgotten the existence of security laws.

Then, rather than eating oatmeal twice a day, was it also intentional? If so, he was also successful. As soon as she heard that, she remembered the white bread she had eaten today and felt guilty.

Anyway, it wasn't a very pleasant conversation. If this temple wasn't really rich, these summoned heroes would be regarded as a bunch of pigs who eat expensive bread and meat every day.

And slaughter them so they can stop eating.

Lollan looks up at the ceiling depressed.

Jason was right.

Not like this.

* * * * * *

The day began with the sun shining down on the bed.

First up, Roland shakes the boy who's still sleeping. The boy woke up scared and begged for forgiveness.

“I'm so sorry! Forgive me!”

Roland said solemnly.

“I forgive you your sins. Go and tell the priests Lord Roland has no fever and he seems to be all better. ”

Moreover, Lord Roland wanted me to tell you that he wasn't happy to see you.

‘It's a matter of gathering information. It's not bad to have someone local enough to talk to. ’

On second thought, I had a monk bring breakfast out to this room. And I ate with the boy.

Roland picks up a loaf of bread and hands over the rest to the boy. I asked the boy who was eating bread like he had been starving for days.

“What's your name? ”

“It's Angie, the knight. ”

“Was it a woman?”

I blamed myself for saying that it was a stupid question. The language is clearly different, but even if it was a woman's name in the world, why is it a woman's name on this side?

But surprisingly, the woman's name seemed to be correct on this side as well.

“No, I live long when I use a girl's name when I talk to her, because the principal gave it to me. ”

Is it a coincidence, or is there a language similarity between this world and that world?

Even superstitions about naming are quite familiar. If you think about it, the gods of Nordic mythology are also borrowed worldview, so there may be other cultural commonalities · · · · · ·.

I pulled out several topics to gather more information while rolling my head. However, Angie's answer seemed to be more eager to eat than to talk.

So I let Roland eat all the chicken legs without talking to him anymore.

Angie woke up from her seat after sucking her way to the bone marrow. He bowed down to Lollan in a well-shaped shape.

“Thank you for being so nice to me. I heard it's in your book. The protagonist.”

Roland gives a trembling reply.

“They say so.”

“I'll be sure to read them all. ”

She says that as a token of her appreciation, and then Angie leaves.

Roland brushes his teeth, rinsing his mouth with water, and then leaves the room.

As you walk down the short corridor, the monks bow their heads this way. Roland strives to avoid them, walking shyly.

I enter the big room where everyone is. Karl asked me, looking at Roland.

“Why aren't you here for breakfast? ”

“I ate in my room. ”

Carl frowns.

“Alone? Why? ”

“Not alone. Talking to some kid. ”

Karl's eyebrows twitch.

“Talk to who? ”

“With a kid. Security laws don't talk to priests, do they? He was just a kid. I'm thinking about getting some information from him in the future. ”

“What kind of lawyer are you? Let's not interpret and act like it, okay? Jason is enough to protrude. ”

Karl looked really unpleasant. Roland asked.

“So you don't want me to talk to him anymore? ”

“No, just keep talking. If you hear any useful information, pass it on immediately. ”

Roland glances back at his friend for a moment. Carl asked.

“What?”

“No, I think you're acting like a real emperor, not only because of your tone of voice but also because of your attitude. ”

Karl's expression became distorted, and he couldn't say anything about it. I opened my lips as if to say something and sighed.

Carl finally opens his mouth.

“I'm sorry I was upset. But you know that, right? Some of us have to carry a gun around with us. ”

Roland glances at those who are still eating. Everyone was eating.

I didn't look so energetic even when I was pretending. It didn't look like they would be doing productive activities unless someone like Karl touched them.

Reluctantly, Roland agreed.

“Whatever. ”

“Anyway, I'll refrain from speaking in public. So you can stop being a dictator. ”

That reminds me of this morning's conversation with Angie. What did you realize then?

‘It wasn't supposed to be like this. ’

And then Roland said,

“Then I'll ask for your consent not to become a dictatorship. Can I ask you for something? ”

“What?”

“Books.”

Karl pondered a little and replied.

“Whatever.”

Lollang immediately makes his move. I went out into the corridor and stopped the proper monk.

“Do me a small favor. ”

To the monk who rushed his head, Roland gave the title of a book.

The monk nods twice and runs out. And not long after, I brought him the book he asked for.

Roland brings the book he received to his room. Several users approached and looked at the book cover and asked.

“Amadis the Frenzied? Why this?”

Roland replies shyly.

“I'm the main character in this novel. I didn't think it would bother me to act like Roland. ”

Now what Carl was worried about was users making fun of their mouths and uncovering who they were. That's what Roland thought.

"If I don't get caught, shouldn't I make fun of you?" ’

If you don't want to be discovered as a hero, just act.

Act like a hero.

Roland sits down and looks at the book cover. The title was written in unfamiliar writing, not even in Rome. But Roland could read it.

Amadis of Frenzy.

I thought it would be similar as there was a fuzziness with the same title in reality, but when I read it, I didn't. In Muhyun, he was busy killing Giants and monsters, and he didn't seem to care about romance or politics at all, unlike Lollan at the Power Plant.

The names of the giants and monsters mentioned here were quite familiar. Especially the name of a monster.

"Echi? This guy..."

The cemetery etch you defeated with Karl was a creature that I still remember very well. He was the one who spit out the golden apple when we got rid of him.

After reading them all, Roland briefly rated them. This book is a gameplay login, wrapped like no smoke.

Then, are all in-game events reflected in real history?

‘But how many users have solved a particular quest in their own way? ’

It can't all have been reflected. The Chief's quest to deliver a letter to the city is just the same. That errand was part of the main quest, meaning it would have been completed by over hundreds of users.

It is absurd that the fact is reflected in harmony. What countryside chief would pay for such a precious piece of paper and write hundreds of letters?

‘In the RPG of the world, one Black Dragon was the Raid Boss defeated by Bondi users, but the NPC king was later set to be defeated when relevant comics were released. As such, it is common for a player to not match his or her progress and formal settings · · · · · · · If so, is it dangerous for me to think about my achievements here as well in terms of defeating the quests and monsters he/she solved in the game? ’

Should we only consider Roland's accomplishments as being clearly mentioned in this book? But wouldn't that be dangerous, too?

This book is not a history book, so it must have a lot of fiction mixed together. Or a little bit of history mixed up in fiction at all.

Therefore, we should not believe in this book. Don't be a role play reference to a hero named Roland.

After reading the full length of the book, all I had to do was feel bad.

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