Frenzy Troll

After a long time, Karl said.

“What do you guys want to do? ”

The answer never came back. Karl is furious.

“What are you going to do?! Are you going to sacrifice two men like he said? Are you going to escape? Somebody open up! ”

And after a while, Roland opens his mouth.

“Shipping.”

“What?"

“One vote on the picking. I can't hide. ”

Karl stares at Roland as if betrayed. But there was no time to be angry. The users then began to open their mouths one by one.

Picking, Sacrificing, Picking, Picking · · · · · · · ·.

Few people claimed to have escaped.

There was blood on Karl's face. Later, his face turned gloomy and his lips twitched. And as the convulsion subsided, his face was filled with regret instead of anger.

After a long time, Karl said.

“Yes, it's realistic. So, who's going out for everybody? ”

Karl sighs when there are no more answers.

“You won't be able to vote again. It's not an exile. Let's draw lots, then. ”

As a result, users began to produce unsecured swallowcrates and their contents.

Everyone who was tearing up the sheet of paper and folding up the swallow was depressed.

It took thirty minutes to complete the drawer even though it was not a difficult task because everyone was exhausted.

Jason was not involved in the swallowing for fairness.

Jason opens his mouth trembling, taking everyone's angry young gaze.

“Then mix it up. ”

Jason starts waving his drawer.

Lollan moves his box far away, so he suddenly looks away. I could see those who closed their eyes and prayed. The one who grabbed her heart.

Lolland's heart flutters. However, it seemed to be less than the people next to me. I could think of that.

First of all, the selfish idea of how good those swallows are going to be if people other than themselves are elected.

However, I soon realized that the lucky future is not very hopeful.

Why? Because if you choose two people, there's a greater chance that they won't be drawn, and you don't expect much from the results?

It wasn't like that.

Jason drops the box and declares:

“Then draw · · · · · · · ·"

Roland stands in the way.

“Wait.”

Lollan speaks as everyone around him watches him.

“No swallows. ”

“Yes?”

“We're shipping out. What mad breeding house do you randomly pick pigs to ship? ”

Roland thought.

Shipment, aye. It was the right expression.

Users should ship now. It is also the first to be shipped to the most important customer.

“What are you talking about? ”

Roland replies in Karl's words.

“Don't send bad pigs on their first voyage. ”

Some frowned at the question of word choice. Immediately, there was a sound of ballmen, but Roland continued.

“Rather, you have to send a Grade 1 pig. To raise expectations for future products. So that our heroes left behind in the temple may be treated more. So don't be random. Someone unlucky got picked up and ended up in the field. I'm so scared, I can't even fight in my own backyard.

Don't count on it. They'll act like idiots. And if you die, it won't be a heroic death, it'll be the death of the Stragglers. And if it's reported to the royal palace, it's over. It's gonna blow the whistle that we're not the right heroes, and we're all gonna be dragged out. ”

“So? What are we gonna do? ”

“You have to volunteer, not draw. Someone who is confident to do well. If there's no guarantee that you can do it, at least someone who can. ”

Karl looks carefully at Roland and shuts his eyes. You seem to have noticed what your friend is trying to say.

As expected, Roland said.

“In that sense, let's start with me. I'll volunteer.”

Carl sighs.

“Well, at least I won't have to worry about oysters like the frightened recruits in the war movies. Because of you. All right, everybody clap. ”

Peek-a-boo. The clapping of your hands echoes silently. At the center of the sound, Lollan looks at the ceiling depressingly.

Too much effort has resulted in self-sacrifice. I already regret it.

But there was no turning back.

What else do you want me to do? Roland thought that he had made a reasonable choice whether he would suffer.

In the temple, we give these insects white bread for each meal because they are heroes. It's not a tasty bun, but in order to continue eating it, users have to continue to be heroes.

So we have to be heroic. However, as demonstrated in the previous raid, the minds of the users were not so irrelevant because they appeared heroic in the real situation.

Then the Berserkers must stand up.

We must make the beast warp instead of the ruthless spirit.

“Do you have any next volunteers? ”

Carl asks, but no one raises a hand. But without asking me to cast lots again, everyone waited for a moment.

About twenty minutes later, one person raises his trembling arm.

“Low · · · · · · · ·"

“Yes?”

“Me.”

Then another clap rang the room.

* * * * * *

Another volunteer's name was Mozi.

The game job was a wizard, but the body was muscular. Just like all Mediahn characters.

However, it seemed like a shy person who did not fit in with the robust body. The words were too fast, clumsy and not confident.

As Roland, I thought it would be okay to take him. I wondered if someone like this was keeping him sane in the middle of a battle.

However, Mozi insisted that he would not be disturbed.

“I'm a support wizard. I have an accelerated order, so I can do one serving with just a buff. I don't know if summoning the Devil will help with this type of situation, but I've learned a self-immolation spell, so I think I have enough to do in theory. ”

It was a special supporting character who inspired and fostered party play in the first place. The final content was Raid, but it was a very rare character in Mediah, which is basically a single game.

Later on, Mozzie was a user who always participated in Raid.

It wasn't until I heard the explanation that Roland remembered. What he was like in the game.

‘The character was originally a paladin, but it didn't help Raid much because it wasn't his specialty, so he deleted the character and built a new one. ’

That enthusiasm is quite memorable, but I couldn't think of anything else until I heard the explanation. Come to think of it, Mozzie didn't seem to chat much.

What do you mean, you're not even sociable in the game? I'm guessing you've had a pretty depressing academic year.

I know back-up specialization can be helpful, but it's also not something I can count on as a colleague.

Did I mention I need three men to run the race? If only the other one was a little spry. ’

Roland hoped so, but it didn't come true.

Jason shrugs and says,

“So it's settled for two? ”

Roland frowns and replies.

“Yes, me and him. ”

“Mmm · · · · · · · · not bad. Let's do well.”

I grabbed my hand without hesitation. Only when the hand is shaken, does Roland realize what's going on.

“Are you in? ”

“Well, actually, I volunteered first for the priests. I'm one of you now, aren't I? ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · ·"

Jason grins. It was a smile full of confidence or dominance.

Roland has uneasyly interpreted that smile.

"Somehow I was overzealous. Are you as confident as you were in the raid that day? ’

It was hard for Roland to understand. Acting that day meant killing a man at the end of the bloodshed.

Unlike the berserker Roland, Jason would have to fight with sanity. And yet, you really want to go into battle. What's PTSD that's so far from racial?

Somehow it was creepy.Isn 't that sentiment too different from that of ordinary people?

‘No, the summons fought for me, so I couldn't be more impressed.' ’

I decided to think about it somehow. It's a hell of a wire, though.

A few moments later came to three, including Karl.

Jason looks at Karl as if laughing. Carl asked.

“You're going, too? ”

“Huh. Shanna? ”

Karl shakes his head. Then, he asked for a handshake and gave a compliment.

“You've made a big decision. Thanks for stepping up.”

This time, Jason smiled without sarcasm.

“So it's settled, then? I'm going to report to the priests now? ”

“Please.”

When Jason leaves the room willingly, Karl closes the door and locks it. Then he looks back at Roland and smiles depressingly.

“Thanks for stepping up, but · · · · · · He looked so good, right? Looks like you're taking this as an opportunity to enjoy yourself. ”

A few around you smile cautiously. Roland grins bitterly.

‘You just made up the atmosphere and you don't like it? · · · · · · · ’

That evening, the priests came in as Roland was in solitary, reading a book. Then he bows down to Lollan.

“I would like to express my deepest gratitude to the honorable knight! ”

And there's all kinds of adjectives on the list.

It was only a long time later that I came to the point.

“· · · · · · · We're here to support you with everything you can. Is there anything you need right now? ”

After a little thought, Roland says,

“Teacher.”

* * * * * *

As requested, a teacher has been assigned for Roland.

Teachers who will teach you the necessary qualities for change bags, such as strategy, etiquette, geography and history. The minister, who was just here, has decided to take over the role.

An excuse to learn them is to accumulate modern knowledge. The chancellor gladly accepted the excuse.

“It really is a virtuous improvement. I wish I could follow my knights who always break the fighting spears! ”

As such, the morning's work was fixed by the minister's instruction.

For this notorious student, the minister tried to explain easily. However, there were limitations. It was all unfamiliar, because there was no change in the textbook.

But Roland is still trying to get it into his head.

‘If you didn't know the knowledge of the minister and not the right experts, you would have changed a hundred jobs. · · · · · · ’

I honestly confessed what I didn't know in class and it was hard to ask. You'll look suspicious if you reveal a space of knowledge close to ignorance.

Anyway, I was more focused on the class, comforting that it was better than just reading.

Lunch was also served with the minister, the teacher. Then, tiredly, I tried to accumulate knowledge again.

End of < big room [3] >

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