63. Count (2)
While the sun was disappearing over the horizon, Oliver sent minions with whom he shared his sight to secretly spy on the Sorcerer’s Workshop.
The bored gangs just roamed around mechanically, and those who were bothered by it all drank alcohol or played card games.
Forrest’s words that the gangs had nothing to worry about came to life again.
In the middle, an old truck made a pounding noise and carried twenty boxes presumed to be magic wines, but it seemed to have produced quite a bit.
Realizing the need for money due to the black market, Oliver even had a fresh curiosity about what the price would be for that box.
After so much time, when the reconnaissance around the area was over, the sun had completely set and darkness covered all sides.
Oliver got up from that state, took out the test tube he had in his arms, and extracted his emotions.
Then he cast three black magic on himself.
[Eraser Exit]
[Shade Clock]
[Sneaky Step]
With black magic that kills the presence, hides in the dark, and eliminates the sound of footsteps, most people would be able to completely deceive with these three combinations.
Oliver didn’t stop there, and put a deep slip on the quarter staff.
It was not a one-off, but a sustainably significant dose of emotion, which took a bit of effort, but fortunately I was able to put it all in without any problems.
After getting ready, Oliver started walking slowly.
Along the way, I unlocked the minions again and placed them in the main path around the Wizard’s Workshop.
I think it’s unlikely, but just in case the target notices and runs away.
Oliver slowly approached the studio, hiding in the dark.
When I focused a little on my vision, I could see the emotions of the gangs everywhere.
All he wanted was to quickly go back and satisfy his desires.
Thanks to this, Oliver was able to combine mission and practice with a relatively low burden.
Someone walked over to Oliver’s side.
As a vigilant gang, Oliver pressed himself close to the shady wall next to the alley to control his breathing. calmly…
Moments later, the steps drew closer and a gang appeared, not recognizing Oliver right in front of him, and began to turn in the opposite direction.
The opponent’s concentration was low, and even though he hid his presence and appearance with Eraser Exit and Shade Clock, it was a bit strange to see this in front of his eyes. Maybe these three combinations are more useful than Oliver thought.
Oliver maintained his composure as much as he could, lifting a quarterstep and slap the gangster in the back.
A part of the deep sleep the quarter staff was holding entered the gang’s body, and soon the gang fell forward like a puppet with a broken thread.
widely-
Oliver quickly caught the falling gang.
There were still gangs nearby, so anything could go wrong if you made a sound.
Oliver picked up the sleeping gang and took them to the spot where they had previously marked them, and laid them down.
It was a dirty and troublesome place, so the gangs didn’t patrol it well, but if you lay it down here, no one will find it.
‘Well·····.’
Oliver thought as he looked at the fallen gang.
what to do I probably won’t get up until the sun comes up, but I thought it might be better to kill him just in case.
But, when it comes to killing an opponent that has already been suppressed, that was a bit too much.
It wasn’t a matter of conscience, but of Cant’s words.
‘Violence and murder are indispensable in doing that. But please don’t abuse it and keep it within the proper line. This is a personal request.’
‘Well····.’
Oliver groaned and contemplated once again where the proper line was.
At that time, I had no idea, so I just nodded, but now that I think about it, it was a very vague problem.
If I had known this would be the case, I would have asked. Where exactly is the appropriate line?
Of course, there is the option of ignoring Cant’s words altogether, but that was a little bit.
Let’s ignore Cant’s request… Would you feel bad?
So Oliver came up with a fairly neutral answer.
It’s none other than pulling out some of the life force of the downed gang, which makes it less likely to wake up early. I may never wake up.
Even if he woke up, he would not be able to move properly due to lack of energy for a while.
In other words, he can’t stop Oliver.
That was a pretty good idea.
A great solution to both safety and cant’s favor. There’s even free life.
It was a trifle.
After filling the exhausted test tube with vitality, Oliver moved again.
The patrolling gangs usually moved only with one or two people, and they patrolled at will without a fixed system, so it was perfect to take down one by one.
Oliver circulated secretly, as he had done at the beginning, and as the gangs passed, he hid himself in the dark and slapped him with a quarter staff to put him to sleep one by one.
Then, he lays him down in a rare place to receive some of his vitality.
Thanks to this, I was able to fill the test tube with life force.
‘Well····. In the future, in this way, the lack of vitality or emotions should be acquired. not bad.’
I thought about it around the time Oliver got rid of a dozen gangsters patrolling the area.
However, for a while.
As the patrolling gangs disappeared within a short period of time, they started noticing strange things one by one.
“Hey, where did all the bastards that went out on patrol go?”
“I don’t know, why are you so mad at me!”
“No, fuck it, because there is only you… hey? which one?”
“Do you think something has gone awry? Damn, all those patrolling over here are gone.”
“Damn you really… What is it really?”
Oliver lamented to himself involuntarily.
It’s stupid… The way he works was interesting for the first time, and he even got free vitality and got distracted again.
I should have reduced the number as quickly as possible, but I was distracted and delayed, so the enemies noticed.
It wasn’t a big deal, but there was still a lot of regret that we didn’t achieve our goal.
‘no. no.’
Oliver shook his head and reorganized his thoughts.
It reminded me of the words Cant said, “If you fail on a mission, don’t fall for it.”
In the first place, half of this floor is not going to be free.
It is said that it is common for the client to deceive, the colleague made a mistake, or things go awry because of bad luck.
In this case, Oliver made a mistake, but even if things get tangled, the priority is to fix it without getting caught up in it.
So Oliver paid close attention to his eyes to see if his target was not running away, and also pinpointed the location of the gang.
“·········uh?”
Oliver looked up at the wall where he hid himself and groaned.
Something was approaching quickly. With him, something huge broke the wall and came out and attacked.
Kwagwagwang ━━━━!
Fortunately, Oliver quickly deployed the black shield to avoid a direct blow, but was pushed back by the mass and flew back.
And that wasn’t the end.
[Hat Bullet]×12
Twelve bullets of hate flew swiftly out of the dust that rose as the wall crumbled.
just- just-
Oliver spreads the Black Shield by hitting the floor with a quarter staff.
The bullets of hatred hit the black veil at the same time and shook the shield.
Fortunately, Oliver’s skill was higher, so the shield was not broken.
“great! This guy is a firearms class! Push it!”
With those words, something jumped out of the dirt.
It was a monster with chains tied around its neck, and it was very large, but it was a face that Oliver knew.
The third person in the picture that Forrest showed me.
The mutant big jaws of the Fighter Crew.
In fact, it was much larger in size and muscle than in the picture, and the most intimidating among them were the deformed large jaw and fangs.
More like a beast than a human, it seemed to be over with one bite.
“Ask me! big chin! bite!”
Warlock Nico, who sat on top of his large jaw, shouted.
Oliver contemplated whether to avoid it or not.
It was close to avoiding it with his own motor nerves.
Even if you dodge it, the warlock on top will attack you,
So instead of avoiding, I chose another option.
It was like swinging the quarter staff in the air and spraying the deep slips inside them.
“·········!”
“Kuh-heung…?”
True to its name as an organization specializing in combat, Nico reacted quickly and jumped off a large chin.
Thanks to that, I managed to avoid it, and only my big chin fell into a deep slip, but for Oliver, that was enough.
It was enough for him to just remove the mass that was pushed in front of him.
The third voice was heard when the ally was about to end the war by pouring fire on the vanished Warlock Nico.
“There it is!”
“Shoot! Grind!”
Right-! Tang! Tang!
Suddenly, gangs broke in and opened fire at Oliver.
Oliver hurriedly unfolded the black shield and fired a Hat Bullet to counterattack.
“Ahh!”
“behind! behind!”
The gangs scattered right away. Then another bullet of hate flew from the side.
“this····.”
Oliver deployed his black shield once more to stop the incoming attack, and the gang continued to fire again.
It was a clumsy pincer, but it was quite annoying, but at the same time it was interesting.
Each one doesn’t pose much of a threat, but working together is so annoying.
It reminded me of a fight with a puppeteer of the past. Maybe Oliver can use it later.
That was then.
Sha Sha Shak—!
Something popped out of the gang and approached Oliver.
Ignoring the pouring bullets and the bullets of hate, they stuck together, and then swung their fists fiercely.
Swipe-!
Oliver looked. A black shield that cracks with just one punch.
“Five·····. Are you pretty strong?”
Swipe-! Swipe-! Swipe-! Swipe-!
A quick approach was the Knuckle Joe of the Fighter Crew described by Forrest, who swung his knuckled fists incessantly while he was doping with black magic.
As if acknowledging his skills, the guns and bullets of hatred fired from a distance stopped.
Cheeky…
In the end, the black shield was broken by the subsequent punches. Looking back, the shield seemed to be weak against melee attacks.
Or melee attacks are generally more powerful than ranged attacks.
Oliver instinctively leaned back. Then, something grabbed Oliver.
“Don’t miss it.”
Knuckle Joe said, raising his eyes under his ponytail.
Looking into his eyes, he seemed to have killed a lot of people.
“minion.”
“…?”
At Oliver’s words, the minion hidden in his arms jumped out and opened his mouth.
He spewed out a shockwave with him.
Thrust. Black magic that pushes or destroys enemies.
Knuckle Joe didn’t take much damage, but he was blown away by the shockwave, and indirectly the gangs were also damaged.
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Nico immediately fired a Hat Bullet to attack Oliver, but luckily Oliver was faster this time.[Ras Boom]×5
Detonated a bomb of rage, causing dust.
“what?!”
“Where are you?!”
“Damn it, I missed it!”
Oliver ran away from his seat and thought a lot.
The same is true for puppeteers, but the idea that warlocks fight in many different forms.
Using the doll, he fights in a safe place,
Dealing with multiple dolls, fighting battles that cannot be fought alone,
Or even the current method in which real warlocks work together to complement each other’s weaknesses and maximize their strengths.
It was embarrassing, but it was a pretty enjoyable experience.
Why cant learn so many different fighting methods has now gone beyond a simple theory, and I have realized it through my skin.
Perhaps, if Knuckle Joe, Nico, and the big chin had been a little bit better, Oliver might not have been able to show off his skills.
For example, if you bite right away as soon as your big chin protrudes,
When Nico pierces the shield with powerful firearms-based black magic at once,
Or if Knuckle Joe pierced the shield with a single punch and hit Oliver.
This was great luck for Oliver.
The vague reason to learn various styles of fighting has now changed to a clear reason.
It was essential to survive on this floor beyond the black market.
Oliver stopped at his seat, turned his head in the direction he had run from, and looked back.
In the middle of the night, when the dust flew around, everyone panicked and couldn’t quickly chase after them.
In the meantime, Oliver took out two test tubes.
One test tube with emotions and the other with vitality.
I just picked it up, so I can use it right away.
Oliver seemed really lucky.
[Black suit ver. 2]