Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer? - Chapter 197

Episode 197: I try to shout (6)

Boom!

The Archmage shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the person who turned away resolutely.

okay. She was too optimistic in thinking that she would get through to the demon knight.

“I thought this was a good attempt to tidy things up…”

It wasn’t like I was trying to interfere with his situation. It wasn’t even an attempt to change the Demon Knight’s feelings.

She was just trying to accommodate his convenience a little… but shouldn’t she have stepped forward? Was there a possibility only through the Inquisitor or the Deathbringer?

“You got caught.”

“Are you at stake?…”

What is certain is that the item requested for the demon knight no longer has any meaning. The demon knight who knows the inside story will continue to reject it in the future.

She clicked her tongue in regret.

“So what should we do?”

Then, the person in the middle of the car who had been silent spoke up.

“Please note that refunds take a long time.”

“…is it?”

“yes. “I don’t have any money.”

It’s not that money is particularly tight… but is he really Cheongsanho’s adopted son? Not your biological child?

The Archmage blinked, looking at his sad, forget-me-not-like expression and his unexpected tone of voice. The face itself may not be similar, but the way it looks and plays is very similar to Cheongsanho.

It is said that there is something I grew up watching, but the coincidence rate was too much.

“…Whether it takes a long time or not, the only answer is a refund, right? I don’t think Nari will accept it. “If Nari doesn’t cooperate in the first place, production will be impossible.”

Or is it just because he’s a wizard? Or is there a promise that people with two colored hair will have a ruined personality?

While the Archmage was wondering for a moment, Deathbringer said something. The Meister’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“Where did the saying that it is impossible without cooperation come from?”

“…what.”

“Of course, it would be impossible for someone like you. But not me.”

“…?”

“I hope you think next time and move your tongue. “I feel sorry for your intelligence.”

At that moment, the Archmage and Inquisitor Deathbringer became one of one mind.

…is this a demon knight who talks a bit long?

“I said everything—.”

“Now, hold on.”

However, familiarity does not mean that we will tolerate it. The moment the Devslinger, who only kills demon knights, was about to respond to criticism for the first time in a long time, the Archmage also stepped forward.

This is because there is no good thing in ruining the relationship with the great master and no one else.

“More than that, is it possible to make it without the cooperation of the devil knight?”

“of course. “I saw it once.”

Meister said slightly nervously, “It is more accurate to measure the size, but there is nothing that cannot be made by eye.”

The only thing that was high in pride was the same as that of a demon knight.

“Then I will ask you to proceed with the request.”

Thanks to this, I immediately knew how to deal with it.

Instead of asking if it was really possible, she succinctly communicated her requirements. Then the Meister nodded, saying he understood.

“For your information, if there are any additions to the request, please send someone within today or tomorrow. If not, come to the workshop in five days. “It will be completed by then.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, I’ll be staying here today, so please send me here instead of the workshop. It doesn’t matter because I’ll be in the workshop starting tomorrow. “There’s no other business, right?”

“Um… I don’t have a request, but I have a question.”

For people like this, it’s better to just get to the point without dragging it on. The Archmage quickly chose his words and then asked a question.

“How did you find out about Demon Knight Love?”

“I won’t reveal any information about the client, so don’t ask me.”

It was rejected right away.

“Then go. “I’ll go too.”

…Blue Coral has passed on his character well.

The Archmage remembered the Cheongsanho from when he was young and left him alone.

“What is that cum, really?!”

And as soon as Meister entered the lab, he let go of the Deathbringer. The Inquisitor didn’t even say anything, but he had a slightly unpleasant look on his face.

“It’s a great place, but it’s very cheap…!”

“Why are you so angry, young hunter?”

“I know you’ve become a famous figure at a young age, but that’s too much! “Have you neglected your manners?”

“…Don’t all craftsmen do that?”

“It’s not like that. “The only great master in the temple did not do that!”

The Inquisitor said, remembering the great master who made his armor. Then Berserk scratched his head.

“Then just leave it to someone else. They say craftsmen are rare, but if you look for them, you might find one or two more. Ah, if possible, find someone older. “Age may not be everything, but the skill that comes with time cannot be ignored.”

“Well, it’s not wrong to say that age is important, and it’s true that there is another great master in Bemurgen, but…”

You may be wondering if there’s a need for that, but it seems like you’re misunderstanding something about the nuance of Berserk.

“Do you by any chance know what a craftsman and a master master are?”

“…is there a difference between them?”

Berserk tilted his head in response to the Archmage’s question. Now that I see it, it’s not a misunderstanding, but a complete lack of understanding of the concept.

“Master is a name that can only be obtained by being recognized by at least one of the prestigious organizations such as the Adventurer’s Guild or the Temple Magic Tower Knight School. “He’s a kind of certified craftsman.”

“Was it something like that? “Then what about the great name?”

“It’s similar to a famous general. Except it has to be recognized in three places, not just one.”

Isn’t it easy to get recognition in two places for skills that have already been recognized in one place? You might want to, but it’s definitely not the case.

Because each organization requires different skills.

“And the person just now… He became a master at the age of fifteen and a great master at the age of twenty. “He is a young man who completely shatters the saying that talent cannot replace experience.”

For that reason, the Great Masters were fewer in number than the Great Sages across the entire continent, and their value was correspondingly higher. Even if you have that kind of personality, no one will say anything.

“And he’s a wizard too. “At this point, there is almost no one who can replace him.”

“Oh… Then, you can eat the rice without eating it.”

“I don’t want to agree with the elitist way of thinking, but everyone thinks that way.”

In the case of the latter, many people look down on him as a magician without magic… but there is no need to reveal this. The Archmage swallowed the last sentence in the back of his throat.

“But that’s still too much!”

“That’s right, that’s right!”

“…Well, it’s hard to say this, but even though he doesn’t have a great personality, he is a pretty good young man by nature. “Don’t just hate me too much.”

“A person like that?”

“If you’re going to judge based solely on behavior, remember that even demon knights are the worst.”

“No, that’s…”

The Archmage added an additional explanation, brandishing facts that they had no choice but to understand. “How do you know if your nature is good?” That’s because the Inquisitor asked.

“That… I know because of what he is studying now. “If his personality and nature were the same, he wouldn’t have done research for ordinary people who couldn’t use magic.”

“…research for the general public?”

“yes.”

Although the personality of this great master and grandson of a great sage is less known, his research is widely known.

“The purpose of his research is to create a tentatively named ‘battery’ that absorbs and stores magical power in the air, so that even people without magical power can use magic as long as they have a battery.”

Also known as the spread of magic. It was a future dreamed of by a magician without magical powers.

* * *

My friends said that the workplace was like family, so there wasn’t a single bond. Why can’t this party be that kind of workplace?

Is it because I inserted the first button incorrectly? Because you gave me your affection helplessly without knowing it would end up like this? But that’s my position.

There’s no need for you to be friendly either.

“shit!”

I feel comforted by the steady approach and warmth by the subtle favor.

But my situation is too burdensome to return them. It’s hard.

…I don’t have the confidence to endure this one-of-a-kind event.

“I was wondering why it wouldn’t work, but I engraved it wrong!”

So you’re trying to widen the distance, but the loneliness that arises in the meantime is shockingly stabbing you again.

There really isn’t anything going your way.

“Fuck.”

I watched in shock as the meister, who was in the middle of checking a brick-shaped object, hit the workbench and then grabbed his head.

I guess I made a mistake like drawing the lines on the sketch layer. The thought I was talking about randomly brightened my mood a bit.

“Cigarettes… cigarettes….”

“I told you to go out and smoke!”

“Enjoy.”

And in that view, the Meister, who was lifting his middle finger and flicking a cigarette, and Sage Karl, who was holding the back of his neck, came back in.

…cigarette.

cigarette?

I followed Meister out in a daze. It was an instinctive reaction to the past that once turned the room into a raccoon den.

“Why are you following me?”

However, since he acted without logic, things became difficult after that. What should I answer?

“Can you give me one too?”

Even though it may be a lame excuse, should I just say I’m going to the bathroom?

While I was contemplating whether to come up with an excuse like that – something I would definitely regret later – the Meister, instead of waiting for an answer, made a new suggestion. It was quite an attractive offer.

Isn’t it a waste of time to quit smoking? It’s so shabby. It’s a kaebung. What if you get caught again? It’s not like I have much time to worry about something like that.

In contrast, cigarettes, as a favorite item, definitely relieve stress.

Okay.

So rather than making an excuse, I accepted the cigarette without saying a word. It was leaf tobacco.

“There’s a fire.”

At least we should be glad that it is not a pipe or hookah.

I was amazed to see leaf tobacco, which I had never seen before. In the meantime, the meister grabbed a wizard who was quietly passing by in a calm but strangely pugnacious tone.

I was wondering how to start a fire in a world where there are no lighters or matches, and it seems they started it using a walking human lighter.

Hwareuk.

The cigarette was lit under the wizard’s obedient touch.

“This too.”

“yep.”

It’s a bit difficult to say that I’ve never smoked in this body… but it’s a world where you can’t drink alcohol, have coffee, or have any other hobbies that can be used to relieve stress. It would be okay to clean up the cigarettes.

I skillfully held the smoke in my mouth while the meister lit up his own cigarette.

It was stronger than modern cigarettes, but still not bad.

Is it because I am a new experienced worker? I didn’t have to worry about my heart pounding like I did when I smoked my first cigarette.

“Whoa.”

“It doesn’t look like you’ve smoked it once or twice.”

Still, I thought I would cough, so I tried to hold it in. That must have seemed quite surprising.

The Meister raised his eyebrows. It was a little funny.

If you knew that I spent over 7 million won on cigarettes during the period of intensive smoking in the past—was it 2 years?—I would never have reacted like that.

But I can’t say that. I just spit out an awkward, familiar, yet unfamiliar act.

Meister was similar.

We were crouching or standing against the wall and only let out gray smoke. Smoke rose into the sky through the open air of the terrace.

“Starting tomorrow, there is no need to come to the Magic Tower. Come to the workshop. “Looking at what Sage Karl is doing, I don’t think we can find out through magic.”

“…Sure.”

Then wait a moment. Meister said something that would have made Sage Karl cry. It was so cold.

“If Grandpa steps forward, he might find out something…”

I took a deep breath of cigarette smoke and stared at the Meister. He looked very troubled as he was tearing out his own hair.

It didn’t seem like it was simply a problem with my equipment.

“Tsk. “There’s no point in thinking about people who don’t have a schedule.”

But it’s not time to ask yet. Conceptually, it can’t be like that. It shouldn’t be like that.

So I focused on cigarettes. The rising smoke took the place of the sigh I couldn’t let out openly, allowing me to breathe.

It was a contradiction. The act of forcing smoke down your throat opens up your breathing passages.

“Come back when you’re done smoking. “I go first.”

But maybe 3/5 of the butt was burned. At that moment, Meister stood up.

Tuk.

At the same time, something fell through the robe. It was the item that made Meister angry earlier.

“under. “I wonder when it will succeed….”

Is it because there are carpets not only in the hallways but also on the terrace? The collision sound was dull, so the Meister didn’t seem to notice.

“hey.”

“…?”

I picked up the items that fell on the floor instead of Meister. Wow. I felt a weak vibration. It felt similar to an electronic note with the notification sound set to vibrate.

“Why are you calling me… ah.”

If you look closely, you can even see a faint light coming in.

I handed it to Meister, wondering what this was.

“thank you?”

The Meister’s eyes widened as he was about to receive it.

“what is this. Why…”

Huh. why. What’s the problem?

The moment I secretly tried to roll my eyes, the slight vibration I felt in my hand stopped. The fact that the light went out was an added bonus.

“You…”

Meister’s eyes became scared.

“What did you just do?”

Wait a minute, I think I have a stack of misunderstandings.

I just picked it up and didn’t do anything!