69. Quasar(4)

A man wearing a white smiling mask. A well-groomed suit with no wrinkles and neatly trimmed nails. The appearance of drinking at a party somewhere. He was a man who did not fit in with Foden, who could see the bottom of a human being.

‘Why is the atmosphere like this?’

The man got off the wagon and arrived at the entrance to Haven. What struck me was the chaotic atmosphere. There were no customers around, and unlike the previous times, he was showing off a suspicious atmosphere.

‘Was it your day off today? Not as far as I know.’

Originally, the owner of Haven, who would have to wait at the entrance for her arrival, and the man in the white mask were nowhere to be seen.

A smiling masked man, who sensed something strange, was about to enter Haven while tidying up his suit, when someone started talking to him.

“Aren Mosque, is that right?”

The smiling masked man turned around to see two women and a man wearing robes staring at him. The man in the middle showed the Pentagon.

“… I am Aren Mosque. What happened to me?”

Aren Mosque, the smiling masked man, answered.

“It’s no different, I heard from the owner of this place and the man in the white mask. It’s better to meet in person for the slave trade… .”

“Is that why you were waiting for me at the entrance?”

“That’s right.”

Aren Mosque stroked his mask. Because I needed time to think. If they were enough to talk about themselves, they wouldn’t be ordinary guests. In addition, to the Pentagon, which proves the VIP of the black market.

“Good. Let’s look at the property first. To Haven… ”

“no. Let’s see right here. Because I’m in a hurry Prim.”

When a woman took off her robe, a moonlit, silver-haired woman’s face was revealed. A face you don’t know. It was the girl that Quasar sold on the black market in the past.

“Do you mind if I ask where you got this property?”

“I bought it on the black market. However, it’s a little different from what I expected… .”

“Are you going to resell it?”

“That’s right.”

It’s not a bad deal from Aren Mosque’s point of view. Because the oriental princess, Prim, was still famous.

Even after using it, if you sell it on the black market, you’ll make quite a bit of money. Even if you only get a fee, you will be able to touch an unusually large amount of money.

“Let’s talk as we go. Let’s head to the quasar. Documents and contracts are there too.”

Aren Mosque, which has become a business poise, has been using honorific words right away.

“I hope the deal goes well.”

***

The plan with sojourn as bait was successful. I was a little worried because he had turned Haven into a mess, but I was glad Aren Mosque was a money-mad man. I didn’t even check that the atmosphere in Haven was messy.

I glanced at Mikaris and Sojeon. It meant getting ready.

The place we arrived was a city called ‘Grish’, famous for its artists, next to the entertainment district of Foden. At that time, Aren Mosque opened his mouth.

“Here is the home of quasars. By the way, do you have a Pentagon because you are a noble?”

“He is a famous nobleman. You will probably know it right away when you hear the name.”

“Heh heh, it’s an honor to make this deal.”

Aren Mosque let out a satisfied laugh. It was a laugh that matched the mask of laughter.

That’s how we got off the wagon and arrived at the home of Quasar under the guidance of Aren Mosque.

Quasar’s home base is in the basement of a famous art mansion in Greeish. Turning the picture around and pressing the button, the door to the dark passageway opened.

“Go all the way down the stairs here.”

Me and Mikaris nodded and went down the stairs.

When I came down the stairs, what caught my eye was a pretty antique building. Immediately visible, that reception desk, guest rooms, and a blackboard with information were reminiscent of an adventurer’s guild.

“Come this way.”

Aren Mosque guided us to the guest room. I didn’t miss this gap and rolled my eyes to figure out the internal structure. It was to prepare for an unexpected battle.

While Aren Mosque was preparing something to drink, I whispered to Sojeon.

“Is this right?”

“yes. It’s the same structure as when I came before.”

done. Now all that remains is to quietly beat the Aren Mosque, dig up information, and then turn this place into chaos.

It’s kind of crazy to cause mayhem in the enemy base, but it doesn’t mean anything to me.

Because there is a hundred night trips.

When Aren Mosque brought a teacup, I took a moment’s surprise and hit his uvula with the blade of my hand.

“Cuck!”

Then, he opened his own barrier. No sound from this room will ever go outside, and no one will see or seek us if anyone enters.

Arenmosque grabbed his neck and carefully looked up at us. I said, stepping on his head with my foot.

“Where is the head of the quasar?”

“Cuck, coo. Didn’t you guys come to trade!”

“I didn’t know you could easily believe that.”

To be honest, from his point of view, it’s embarrassing. Obviously, the Pentagon also showed it voluntarily and confirmed the source of the sale they wanted to do a deal with, but who would have known that this would happen.

I grabbed Aren Mosque’s hair and lifted it up.

“Okay, let me ask you again. Are your heads here?”

“Keuheuk, do you think I would say that! hey! Is there no one!”

“It’s no use screaming like that. Because it has its own barrier.”

I took off the smiling mask of Aren Mosque. It never looked like a member of a gigantic organization called Quasar.

“Would you just say it, or would you feel the pain like hell and say it.”

“Keugh.”

Aren Mosque turned his head away as if he had no intention of speaking. There is nothing you can do about it.

“Hell too.”

I used the sword of hell, the six swords of black magic, on him. Perhaps by now, in his mind, he would be suffering from having his fingertips cut off with an axe.

“Ah!”

He was screaming. But this sound won’t go out.

“I think it will take some time. Please sit down.”

“Huh, it looks like that.”

Mikaris, who was stiff, relaxed and sat down.

“Can’t I just guide you?”

Sojeon said.

“No, that is too dangerous. You don’t even know if the head of the quasar is here or not.”

If the head of the quasar wasn’t here, it would be a bigger deal. Hitting the command center will incapacitate the group.

In the first place, the purpose was to hit the head of Quasar and make it scattered.

About 4 hours after the long black magic torture began, I asked him.

“Are you thinking of talking now?”

“Turn it off… .”

I lost my mind. This should be enough to figure out using the human sword.

“Human too.”

The black mist emanating from my fingertips pierced the Aren Mosque and pulled out the spiritual body.

“What is your sin?”

“The commoners have been sold into slavery by imposing debts on them. Families with daughters deliberately sold mothers and daughters into slavery without taking money, and sold fathers to coal mines… .”

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Why are all these bastards at such a level of sins? Listening to it, I was also displeased, and my brow furrowed. Looking back, Mikaris and Sojeon seemed to be very uncomfortable as well, narrowing their brows and closing their eyelids tightly.

“Who is the head of the quasar that made it happen? Is he here now?”

“The chairman’s name is Jack Field. I am here now.”

I turned around and asked Mikaris.

“Your name is Jack Fields? Do you know any nobles?”

“Well, I’ve never heard of the name.”

It may be a case of purchasing a title. Or a baron or a viscount who was active on the outskirts.

“Are there any lies about this?”

“doesn’t exist. doesn’t exist. Absolutely no… .”

“Destruction Heart.”

Kwaduk! Use black magic to destroy his heart. Arenmosque threw up blood from his mouth and fell face down on the floor. I’m going to write it this way right away. It was fortunate that there was no unpleasant feeling left in my hands.

“Let’s begin.”

With my words, Mikaris and Sojeon rose from their seats. At the same time, I released the barrier.

After that, I pulled out Eterna and created a blast. Quaang! The door raged and flew, drawing all attention.

“what’s the matter!”

“Is it an intruder!”

The guards began to gather one by one. Where the hell did it come from, it kept popping out.

“Baekgwi Night.”

Black knights began to awaken from my shadow. I filled Quasar’s lobby with guards and my knights.

“Oh, it’s a black magician!”

“Come on, everyone!”

“Tell the president!”

Chun! The guards and the swords of my knights collided, making cheerful cries. However, they did not hold out against my knights.

“Ah!”

“Keep it off!”

the massacre itself. These are knights with 8-star auras, so it’s natural in a way.

I jumped right in and grabbed the scruff of the neck as I was going to report to Jack Field.

“Now, take me to Jack Field.”

“Keugh, you bastard!”

He exhaled the energy of the six swords at the man who struggled to escape. Then he broke out in a cold sweat, averted his gaze, and spoke in a trembling voice.

“Ah, let me guide you. So please… .”

“It should come out like that.”

I shouted at Mikawa Sojon below.

“Stay with my knights as I will be back soon! It’s okay to go wild, so don’t worry!”

“okay. That is the most welcome news.”

Mikaris must have been frustrated by being quiet all this while, and immediately summoned purple lightning from both hands.

‘How did you endure it?’

I left them and the raging knights and headed for Jack Field, guided by an unknown Quasar member.

“Hey, I see.”

“okay. Destruction Heart.”

“Cuck, heck.”

He clutched at his chest and collapsed, vomiting blood.

‘Have you gotten used to killing people now… .’

I felt a sense of rejection, but thinking that it was something I had to do made me feel a little more comfortable.

Now all I have to do is kill the boss named Jack Field and scatter the quasars.

The plan goes smoothly than expected and they don’t even know who I am.

‘If that’s the case, I’d be fine.’

When I opened the door to the president’s office where Jack Field was, he was sitting at a desk and drinking.

“I heard it’s noisy downstairs, but there must have been an intruder?”

“Are you Jack Field?”

“Yeah, but the liver is too big. Hitting Quasar’s stronghold, I’ll praise you for not being afraid of that guy.”

Jack Field stood up from his seat. A height that could easily exceed 2 meters, a body covered with dense muscles that seemed like it was wearing armor. In addition, there is a dragon pattern on both chests.

‘If that was real, I’d be a drug addict.’

As a former gymnast, his muscles are not gymnastic. is a drug addict drug addict.

“Now, let’s try it somewhere.”

Jack Fields nodded and laughed.

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