I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 23

23. The veil lifted (6)

“Stop eating.”

“Are you an enemy?”

“no.”

“Can’t I drink it?”

“Yes no. “You’ve had enough.”

“Not even one sip?”

“It’s not possible.”

He resolutely removed all the liquor bottles from the table and stood up.

The man, who had been bombarded with repeated questions, awkwardly scratched his head and looked at his thoughts.

“Uh… I didn’t know it would be like this, but I’m sorry…”

“I’m glad you know that.”

“Haha…”

He couldn’t help but look at Ben’s eyes.

In fact, isn’t the problem caused by him offering alcohol?

Ben knew that too, so he glared at him, but it had already happened. I let out a deep sigh, as if resigned, and racked my brain over how to resolve this.

‘Should I call Ed too?’

No matter how you think about it, that’s the best. I need to bring some corps members as well so that we can quickly prevent any unexpected accidents. “

There is no

communication seat…”

When I thought about it, I didn’t bring it with me.

Ben, the attending physician, rarely left his room in the Demon King’s Castle.

The only thing that happens is when Demon’s condition worsens and he rushes out. In that case, there was no time to take the communication seat, so for Ben, the presence of the communication seat was almost like air.

You just have to be conscious to know its existence.

Of course, I took it with me as part of my cheap luggage when I left the castle, but it would still be buried somewhere in my luggage, just as I had packed it with me.

It was a mistake that Ben made not only because he did not take care of the communication seat well, but also because he did not think that he would be separated from his deputy, Edgar Daemon.

“…Do you have a communication seat?”

“Yes? no?”

“….”

“But the owner here probably still has it.”

“…is it.”

Ben looked back and forth between the man, who was laughing awkwardly, and the demon, who was still rubbing his cheek against the table.

I couldn’t drag around the commander of the 0th Corps who had become incompetent, and I was anxious about leaving him

behind… Regardless of my concerns, I had decided what to do in the end.

Wow.

I grabbed the man by the collar.

The guy’s embarrassed face filled my field of vision.

“Brother tongue? “Why is this happening all of a sudden?”

“Take care. “I knew that if I did something foolish, I would die.”

“Oh, well, if you’re going to do that, you can say it kindly… Oh!”

“The reason I respected you was because this person showed favor to you. But if you can’t even repay that, why should I respect you?”

“Who says they don’t?”

The man looked at Ben with a bewildered expression as he walked away as if he had heard the answer and that was enough.

I had no intention of touching it anyway. I just saw an opportunity and tried to sneak into the money bag.

Isn’t this also included as a ‘foolish trick’?

Isn’t it cute compared to taking drugs?

If Miles’ plan had been successful in the first place, he wouldn’t have had to come forward.

‘It’s definitely my job to clean up after the damn bastard.’

If you get angry before someone else gets angry, your anger will subside.

In particular, the stronger the intensity, the more the anger disappears and its place is replaced by embarrassment, and the man saved his friend from danger several times using this method.

The other person, who has no way of knowing that he is going to hit and throw it painlessly, is embarrassed, and he approaches the other person with the excuse of apologizing on his behalf and steals their money.

Anyway, considering that he is going to eat it instead of the one who saved him from a failed food crisis, and Miles has nothing to say, it is not a bad deal considering that it is annoying.

But something is a little strange about this opponent.

Did you feel a sense of discomfort?

Originally, I didn’t plan on drinking this much.

Just then, when we were going up to the second floor with our arms around each other’s shoulders, I tried to sneak some money, but…

‘I felt bad.’

So I gave him alcohol until he got drunk.

The money was a little broken, but as long as I could get my hands on the money pouch on his waist, it wouldn’t be that much of a loss, so he spoke and acted without hesitation.

And now.

A man with white hair and red eyes is putting his head down on the table.

It seems completely defenseless to anyone, but why?

‘Why do I still feel out of place?’

But we can’t put it off any longer.

In order to separate the guards, he deliberately pretended that there was no communication seat, but if he still couldn’t steal it, his reputation in this world would be damaged.

Now is the perfect moment as the parties involved are lying around like a piece of cake and the unlucky escort has gone to borrow a communication seat.

Because this was an opportunity that would never happen again, the man became more alert than ever and secretly and quickly moved his hand to his waist. and.

Wow.

“!”

Caught.

The man looked down at his captured wrist with an expression of not understanding what had happened.

Wrists held securely.

As I move my gaze along the white hand holding my wrist, I see a face standing up and smiling brightly.

“Are you the enemy?”

“…no.”

I barely licked my lips.

My mind had already been in chaos for a long time.

how? Even if it looks like this, I can confidently say that my manual skills are excellent.

How did they know and catch it because they did something illegal? Should I take it away by force?

As I was thinking that, it seemed like it was suddenly getting noisy outside.

Deeng- Deeng- Deeng-

The bells signaling the attack began to ring.

“Is it a monster?”

“It’s time to strike.”

There was no agitation.

After all, there are different people who are tasked with protecting the castle.

But the problem is there. His escort rushed over as if he had finished communicating.

Seeing him getting closer in an instant, the man narrowed his eyebrows.

Damn the money was gone.

“Daemon, wake up! “It’s a monster!”

“Hmm, are you an enemy?”

“Your monsters are enemies.”

As Ben answered, he inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

I probably shouldn’t say this, but the timing was good.

Even though he was very drunk, if he did not see satisfactory blood flow, the Commander of Corps 0 would move on to the next level of drunkenness without having to drink any more.

In such a situation, it was a monster attack at the right time.

“Ed and the others will be waiting outside. “Let’s go down.”

Ben, who referred to the 0 Corps members as ‘the rest’, hurriedly helped Demon.

I wanted to go down to the first floor as soon as possible, but the atmosphere was strange.

People in the bar got up from their seats one by one.

Ben’s expression slowly hardened as anyone could see that their actions of secretly blocking the stairs did not have very good intentions.

In the meantime, our 0 Corps Commander Demon was still smiling.

“Are you the enemy?”

“It looks like both medicine and pickpocketing failed. “So these guys are our prey, right?”

“….”

The man frowns but closes his mouth as if he has nothing to say.

When no one answered his question, Deon slowly tilted his head and opened his mouth again.

“Are you the enemy?”

“Kick then, I’ll take it as a positive, so don’t say anything else later.”

“….”

“Enemy?”

When there is still no answer, the laughter deepens. At the same time, the voice also gained strength.

Anyway, he’s a drunk guy. There is only one colleague.

A sneer remained on their lips.

“Well, if you give me the money from your waist, I can just be a customer in the bar.”

Everyone clearly saw how much they had won at the gambling house.

Unfortunately, most of the people inside the gambling hall are familiar with each other.

They sometimes rob the pockets of popular customers as if competing with each other, and sometimes work together to steal money.

There was no way they would just let someone who had swept away a mountain of gold coins go.

There are only two of them and they are very easy prey.

But has reason been paralyzed by fear?

“Puh huh….”

“?”

“Hahahaha! Ahahahahahaha! Hehehehe….”

The white-haired man started laughing like crazy.

He threw his head back and burst into laughter, but at some point he stopped laughing and said with a straight face.

The dagger was spinning in his hand, not knowing when he had taken it out.

“It’s the enemy.”

***

Jeopuk. Jerk.

The sound of old wooden stairs being crushed is heard overlapping with the sound of heavy footsteps.

A man with white hair, or rather red-haired now, with a money pouch on his waist was leisurely coming down to the first floor.

Even though the money bag was so openly visible, everyone on the first and second floors could not stop him. No, I couldn’t even get close.

Those who saw his cruelty in front of their eyes were terrified, and those who could not see it were driven mad by the sight of the demon smiling while covered in blood.

Among them, the man who had witnessed all of this before his eyes and who had even been drinking was standing there shaking as if he had been nailed to death.

It is not because there was a massacre.

He only killed one person.

but.

‘For killing so cruelly.’

Everything happened in an instant.

Just when I thought the white-haired man who was laughing vainly was moving his body, almost at the same time, a dagger was dug into the shoulder of the guy who was giggling first.

fast.

Before that thought occurred to me, the man lowered his dagger. Blood splattered across his face, accompanied by a horrifying sound like “Schak!”, but he didn’t care.

Rather, he severed the muscles in both arms, rendering them unable to resist, and then began chopping up the opponent with a maniacal smile as if he was thirsting for blood.

Regardless of the face, stomach, arms or legs, he just smiled and slashed down without hesitation, as if he were cutting a knife into the ground. The sight was so cruel.

When he stopped, his once pure white hair had turned red.

And the man could see why he had stopped.

‘Because I couldn’t get any more tattered.’

A corpse that has been torn to shreds and its original state is unrecognizable.

I couldn’t even tell when the person stopped breathing, but I instinctively knew it the moment I saw it.

‘Oh, if I attack, I’ll end up like that too.’

Those blocking the stairs seemed to have sensed this as well and began to retreat. The man nodded, looking at the path that naturally exploded.

I guess so. I died after feeling all the pain that can be felt while alive.

Since we are living beings, it is natural to prefer to die as painlessly as possible. At least no one would want to die that way.

In suffocating silence, a man walks down the stairs holding a dagger dripping with blood. A person who appeared to be an escort was following behind him, but it didn’t bother him much anymore.

Because he is just a formal escort.

Or perhaps it was playing a role in controlling the sleeping beast so that it would not wake up.

I walked after him as if I was possessed.

Of course, I didn’t follow closely. I followed him as far as I could, just enough to keep him in sight.

And what caught my eye were the people on the first floor who were desperately trying to avoid the situation even though they probably didn’t see the situation on the second floor.

Of course, there will be people who secretly stole it. However, it is clear that such people are very few. Look at this atmosphere.

‘It’s completely taken over.’

A suffocating silence enveloped the entire building.

I got goosebumps.

By killing just one person, that man overturned the numerical difference and brought the momentum to his side.

Was it instinct or intention?

Well, either way, it’s the same thing, but what does it matter now?

The atmosphere was quieter than ever, but it felt like the eve of a storm, and the man couldn’t move any further and just closed his eyes.

“I sobered up.”

“So…is that so?”

Ben answered with a shocked expression.

If anyone were to witness something like that or do it themselves, it would be sobering. Rather, it would be amazing to see that much blood and still be drunk and half-asleep.

I didn’t mind the shortened words. Because this doesn’t happen once or twice.

The Commander of Corps 0 used to speak informally whenever he was drinking or seriously entering a battle.

Deon runs his finger over the blood on the dagger and heads for the door. Then, as if he had discovered something, he stopped for a moment and looked somewhere.

“Hi!”

Mile, who was hiding in the corner, hurriedly retreated.

Our eyes met!

I wish it was just my mood, but the man covered in blood was clearly looking at me with his shiny red eyes.

As soon as I felt my life threatened, regret washed over me like a tidal wave.

‘I’m crazy. Even if you get caught, why do it to a guy like that!’

There was no way Ben couldn’t have seen the 0 Corps commander’s gaze directed at him.

The crazy guy who dared offer Demon a drugged drink.

If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t know, but I have no intention of forgiving it since it caught my eye.

However…

Ben narrowed his eyebrows and said.

“There is no need to waste your time on a guy like that. If you just tell me, I will…”

“No.”

“….”

Deon cut off Ben’s words at once and slowly turned around and approached Miles.

Although he was clearly walking slowly, he arrived right in front of us in an instant, slowly bent down on his knees in front of him, looked at him, and smiled.

“You weakling.”

“yes yes!”

“If you don’t want to die…”

“….”

“Give me all the remaining medicine.”

“…yes?”