Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

18 – Cheating

They kept staring at each other.

The eyeballs spun, and the arms of all five wriggled.

It is to send hand signals to each other.

In a situation where the invisible finger moved and the visible eye moved faster than that, there was only one thing I could do.

“Are you trying to send a hand signal that doesn’t work with those who haven’t even matched? I also died a lot. Right?”

Knock out faster than the guys.

Flinch.

All five of their arms stopped.

“Who are you to say that?”

Then a guy stepped up and asked. He was the guy who had just tried to throw a dart and failed.

They didn’t show any resistance to his stepping out.

Looks like he’s the captain.

“Then who are you?”

“What?”

The guy who asked me the question, ‘5 seconds’ face was distorted.

“Why can’t I ask a porridge-looking bastard that has been soaked in a gutter for three days carrying a knife and something like an iron rod from a skewer bar and pushes it in and says, ‘It’s soft’?”

Ji isn’t even my superior, where are you asking for the official rank?

“hehehe. This can be happen. Why are you so uptight?”

And the guy passed it surprisingly smoothly. The little one I hadn’t seen in a while was even more awkward.

At that time. I noticed something odd.

The fifth guy. The eyeballs of a guy who wouldn’t be surprised if he died soon were pointing towards the shield of that 5-second guy.

After saying that, the fabric on his left arm moved, and the shield was particularly covering his hand.

With the red-stained cloth clinging to his flesh, the ridges he reflexively produced as he flicked his fingers slightly protruded.

I was sure.

He was sending a hand signal right now.

One of the reasons most northern mercenaries use taji, a shield fixed on their wrists, is that they can defend and command using hand signals at the same time.

Nom is using that feature very well.

And if you think a little differently, there are diseases that result from it.

Like the guy right in front of me, even though his shield is barely open, he thinks his fingers are covered, and he gets sick with hand signals.

In the middle of the battle, I could see his fingers swishing little by little through the gaps that were wide open, as if he had been hit by something like an axe.

Considering that the hand signals of each mercenary group were not mixed, it was a common hand signal for the mercenaries.

The pattern on the shield is all the same, but the fact that he dares to use a hand signal that I can recognize means that he is a fire moth, or he is from a mercenary guild table.

A move that came out of habit rather than being considerate of other members who might be mixed in among them – such as the original members of the Sarian Mercenary Corps.

Isn’t it true that a person from Seoul uses a standard accent to be considerate so that even a person from a provincial area can understand? I just use it because I’m used to it.

So I was able to figure out those hand signals.

Axe,

Rush,

Sacrifice,

Apology.

At the time I got a rough idea, the guy’s hand signal popped. And stopped.

And he said with a mean laugh.

“This must be someone you shouldn’t talk about.”

“What if I don’t say it?”

“Yeah-“

“Getting hit by the bolts first, then having the two goalposts block my halberd with their bodies.”

Of course I knew the answer, so I spit it out right away.

“While my hands are tied like that, let the friend with the ax in the middle shoot me down. This isn’t a plan you planned by rolling your rat-sized head for about 7 seconds.”

The third way to piss people off is to spoil them first.

For reference, the first method is to stop talking, and the second method is-

When you try to explain the ‘second method’. The boy’s eyes twitched slightly. It’s a pity.

“Asshole. At least don’t use public hand signals. I ate a few sacks of oatmeal for the mercenary brigade, and I can’t get through one of them?”

They’s mood changed unexpectedly. A good way for me.

You shouldn’t miss the flow. That’s why he continued to say with a look on his asshole.

“I assure you, my grandmother’s finger pranks are more secretive than yours. It’s a pity that I can’t introduce you since he passed away. It must have been a good experience for you.”

I’m sorry, grandma.

Then the red-faced guy raised his hand in anger.

“I can’t. Hit-“

“Hey, but are you the captain?”

And I cut off once more.

The reason for throwing out that stupid question was simple.

Because I had to cut down the guy who tried to get the ambush angle earlier.

Now he was being treated as the tacit leader of that group. It was proof that it was his behavior and that no one tackled the transmission of the hand signals.

And as an outsider, I was free from that tacit bafflement.

“Why did you give all the orders from earlier?”

So I gave those young children a time for self-reflection in which their creativity grows.

Ordinary tacit knowledge is bound to collapse on its own if there is only one ‘why?’.

No?

Why not?

I turned my head back to them. They started to get confused.

I don’t know the seeds of intelligence in these f*cking lemmings, but I’m starting to see the roots of intelligence.

So I tried to widen the crack.

The reason was simple.

Because if you deal with all five and miss even one, Ms. Prianian could be in danger.

It is also my job to minimize that possibility.

So I asked a question.

“Your friends. You all heard that bastard and came up, right?”

Someone gave a stupid nod.

I said, pointing to the corpses on the hill.

“And after listening to that bastard, I searched all the way up here.”

This time he pointed to one of the two that had been hit by the bolt.

“I listened to that bastard and came up here and even got hit with a crossbow that I couldn’t even count.”

Then the fourth guy, who seemed to be the least alive of the two who had been hit by the bolt, screamed.

“It was you who shot-“

“If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have been right. Yes?”

He was speechless.

“……”

“It’s the mountain you chose, and it’s the bolt that got hit by it. What else could there be other than enduring with evil? Yes.”

I could see the strength in my arms loosening. The guys were on their guard.

Pair. After clapping my hands to focus on my voice, I opened my mouth.

“Let’s spend some time figuring out why this situation happened.”

The sage Jirobo said, “One out of five is a bastard.”

And now, with six people, the potential asshole was going to be me.

So I’m going to make that bastard myself.

Then at least I’ll get out of my position as a bastard, and then Jirobo’s ‘bastard quota system’ will be followed.

If it is followed, I will gladly do so.

I am not the one who suffers.

So.

“Because everything has a causal relationship.”

I don’t know if he’s a complete Lucifer, but it’s time to turn him into a total asshole.

I explained the causal relationship step by step.

Golpion G-House’s special lecture on ‘Who is the bastard’ was held on a hill somewhere in the Million Manor.

In the middle, there was a cute steamer who interrupted the lecture by shouting for 5 seconds, but this was soon subdued and released again, which became an opportunity to prove the instructor’s powerlessness.

The guy’s behavior was extremely spirited.

And surprisingly. All of them, except for 5 seconds, succeeded in achieving the feat of focusing on me. It was an achievement that no other professor could achieve.

“Come on.”

I continued talking.

“Now that the answer has been given to who asked to come up, let’s find out who to blame and what.”

I pointed to the 5 second head.

“If you’re going to come up, you have to plan your tactics more clearly, but you blame that bastard’s head for not being able to do that.”

This time I pointed at the shield he was holding.

“Curse the intelligence of that bastard who doesn’t even know the cracks in his shield and shows off his hand signals like he’s bragging to some neighborhood.”

Finally, I pointed at the neck of the guy.

“All you have to do is retreat quietly, but you can say, ‘If you drink zugsuki, you will live!!’ And curse that useless good voice that sent you up this damn hill.”

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The eyes they were looking at for 5 seconds were unusual. The experience of having been threaded through bolts until just now, or having already been threaded, made that possible.

And.

“That dude with the ax in the middle.”

I pointed at the guy with the battle ax in the middle. His strong attitude is probably the guy from the Sarian Mercenary Corps.

“…Me?”

“Tell me at least once. I think it would have been better if you had been in command rather than that bastard.”

5 Seconds made him a bastard, but his perception was still a ‘dog-like squad leader bastard’.

So I decided to push that guy in the middle.

If I could make two suns in the sky, at least those two wouldn’t attack me at the same time.

“That is our enemy.”

As expected, he was still hostile towards me. Not yet.

“Why are you saying that?”

“Even if you f*ck up up here, when you go down, you can have a drink on this floor. You can pretend to be friendly.”

“It’s too suspicious.”

It definitely doesn’t come over well. In the first place, if you just hear that and move on, that’s an idiot.

“Well, you can think whatever you want. I also spit it out on my own.”

That’s why, in a low voice, he stretched out his arms and said.

“I can’t say anything to someone who doesn’t want to be acknowledged. Isn’t that right, ’11 second friends?'”

The guy who received the most generous amount of time I spit out on this hill now has a slightly relaxed expression. It was because of his intelligence.

“Hmm, come to think of it, that guy wasn’t very good at conducting.”

“11 Seconds” Holding an ax said that.

A crack appeared in the strong command system.

“What?”

‘5 Seconds’, who kept clearing his throat, looked back at him and asked, while 11 Seconds said what he had to say.

“You asked me to come up the hill. But what was the result? All dead, all About a dozen people died on this hill alone.”

“Are they bad guys or am I doing something wrong?”

“Ah. At least it could have been if you hadn’t instigated it. If that was the case, there would never have been a dog death like this.”

Eleven seconds said, gripping the ax a little more firmly.

“What followed was your choice.”

The rim of the shield he was holding 5 seconds after he spat out like that shook slightly.

Of course, the muscles in his left arm tightened as if he was about to swing and stab him in the face in 11 seconds.

That was a good sign.

Very.