Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

19 – Salmon and Language

The discord has been planted enough.

That’s why I quietly stood by.

You should never say “Go down” Or “Come on”.

Then they’ll show their teeth again.

“Yeah, right. If I kill you, it will be over.”

5 Seconds twisted the horse.

“I don’t know anything else. I can’t see ahead.”

The fifth prospective corpse complained of pain. 5 Seconds the guy comforted him.

“Sure, then. Wait a little bit If you kill him and go to Sarian-“

“Sarian is already our leader. He was killed by Hwaran Grunchian.”

-Quaang!

The timing is good.

“Maybe just.”

I said with a shrug.

I don’t know if that explosion signaled the end of the real Sarian. But they don’t even know if it’s fake.

Then, of course, it’s right to push forward just because you’re dead.

“Care…”

Someone fell down beside me. He was the fifth friend who said he couldn’t see earlier.

“Damn it…”

Now the fourth friend who was struck by the bolt saw it and his face went white. Maybe it’s because of the lack of blood.

“Nonsense. That means Captain Sarian can pull out Auras.”

11 Seconds muttered that.

“There aren’t many people in the world who can draw an aura, but there aren’t any.”

I accepted it like that.

11 Seconds once again denied reality.

“How do you know if what you say is true? Couldn’t that binge mean Hwaran’s death!”

“Then go down and check, then come back up.”

The bastard closed his mouth.

Of course, it would be better if it really went down.

No matter how stupid you are, no one will come back and say, ‘hehehe, Sarian is dead.’ In case of emergency, there is one more chew to deal with.

Disbelief began to bloom in their eyes. Because there was definitely not enough evidence.

“In the first place, our mercenary corps knew that Sarian would call the wizard. These friends.”

That’s why I presented more evidence.

“What kind of bullsh*t is that?”

Six seconds spat out like that.

“That is why I am standing on this hill. You don’t think it’s a knot of grass you’ve been pulling through, and you probably set a bear trap during the battle, right?”

You tied up all the grass on that wide hill and laid bear traps before they came up?

It didn’t make sense in terms of time. That could be inferred from their heads.

“So you must have killed the wizard so neatly.”

If you say this much, you should know that what I said about them being prepared for the wizard’s appearance is true.

So there is no need for further description. Because one hundred words are unbelievable.

“Still, Sarian-“

“We are your biggest variable, and while you were preparing for the wizard who concealed your existence in advance, didn’t you prepare for a Sarian who can extract an aura? Isn’t that a very happy imagination?”

11 Seconds. The guy’s mouth fell shut.

And what came out of the mouths of the remaining three was different, but in the end the meaning was the same.

Nonsense.

“If that sounds like bullsh*t, bring proof. Proof that we only predicted mages and not sarians.”

I pointed to the place where the explosion started again.

“The basis for my claim is not the battlefield, but the binge drinking over there.”

“At the same time, I am here, not on the battlefield, and the traps that the nerds have been digging up and digging up so far are proof of that.”

Let’s dismiss these groundless claims with those two words. 5 Seconds came out again.

I had nothing more to say. He pointed down the hill.

“If you want, go down and check it out. It’s nice, you can hike, you can get an arrow in the head.”

They’s eyes gathered in one place.

“…Do you think that would be impossible? I can come and give it to you alone!”

The 5 seconds started showing useless stubbornness.

I’ve said it many times, but being rough with emotions doesn’t mean I look f*cking strong.

You can’t control yourself, so you show everything inside.

That’s why.

Do whatever you want. Because you seem to be the boss.

He said it so casually. Deep down, I wish you would.

“By the way, will that friend over there be able to hold on?”

Intentionally pointed at the fifth guy.

“Oh, he’s already dead. I’m sorry.”

Of course pretending to be a mistake, turning his hand and pointing it at the right target.

The face of the next target, the only one alive even with a bolt stuck in his body, became even paler.

I comforted him.

“What can I do, your captain said he is going alone. Right?”

“You damn bastard!”

Five seconds roared again, but the memory of getting hit in the stomach by the spearhead of a halberd still lingered in his stomach.

It was so vivid that even now my upper body trembles.

“From the time Hwaran Grunchian appeared on this battlefield, Sarian Potter was already dead. If you twist it, will it bring proof that Sarian is alive?”

No further objections were received. It’s because they don’t have any evidence to present.

That’s why I succeeded in ascertaining the unknown at will.

Again, 11 seconds I started talking to my friend. His ax was now limp.

“Seeing that there was no more roar. I’m sure he’s dead. If he had been fighting on he would have been yelling all the time. Isn’t that 11 seconds friend?”

“……”

One more word as a bonus.

“If Sarian is dead, he won’t die even if he goes down…”

My six-second friend muttered quietly. No one tackled his horse.

This is one of the reasons they won’t go down. It succeeded in reducing the burden of ‘getting caught and dying by Sarian if you descend or bounce’.

So, I made a suggestion.

“Hey. The battle is coming to an end soon, so is there any reason to be killed by our friends who come up here after killing time like this?”

“What do you mean?”

Their eyes sharpened again.

“Unify opinions, I mean.”

I calmed them down gently.

“That’s how you live. Whether I die or not, one or the other will not happen.”

I spoke in a soft tone. Just now, the word dog death was a choice mistake.

That’s why I didn’t choose words that would cause them to feel ominous, such as “I live.”

What they need right now is light and a way to live.

“Just know one thing.”

11S and 5s looked at me bewildered.

Four survived, and one of them was on the verge of losing blood.

We have entered a situation where even if that one guy rushed in, it wouldn’t be enough.

So it was time to throw some facts into the bluffing.

“I survived 5 years as a slave mercenary, and I will continue to survive.”

He said while pushing the mercenary plaque out from his chest. A golden star flashed.

“In other words, he is a person who has the ability to temper enough even if everyone rushes at him right now.”

Just kidding. Someone muttered.

They’s faces turned pale after realizing the meaning of the small words.

I don’t know if you’ve heard my rumors, but it’s because I didn’t know how heavy those words were and how blood-smelling the medal was.

“Then, is there any reason why we must all cut a knife?”

“What are you talking about?”

6 And 11 seconds took the bait.

It will be easier, I thought, and opened my mouth.

“Honestly, who would have come to sacrifice their lives for the lords in this Territory War? I’m here for all the money But Sarian is dead, so is the wizard, and the battle is almost over.”

They listened quietly. Except for the 5 second guy.

I don’t know what the story behind him is, but I didn’t need to know.

Where is the tomb without a story in the world?

I pointed to the corpses and said.

“So, I want to give you a way to live. What is this? It’s more miserable than a bastard dying of starvation in the corner of the Hebrides.”

Changed the tone. A little more earnestly.

“Everyone here must have a story about making money. And do you have any friends who would like to go to the grave with that story?”

“But-“

“If you stay like this, you won’t be able to find the gold that shines and waits for its owner, even now, waiting for a pleasant future, or the feeling of waiting for a child while painting sh*t on the wall of the house. If you want that, tell me. I’ll do it right away.”

“……”

Unbeknownst to me, emotions were loaded. It was because I had an idea for the thesis.

Apologizing to the guys whose eyes widened slightly, he opened his mouth again.

“So let’s do this. Four people there discuss. So I’ll go down, I’ll fight Let’s make sure we do it. Like a man, like a mercenary.”

Be like a man.

Someone copied the last word. I nodded.

“Yes. Like a man so decide i’ll follow that However, if everyone does not agree, we will kill them all.”

As I intended, I slammed the halberd to the ground. They seemed a little startled by the sudden sound of digging.

Looking at his eyes that suddenly widened, his heart must have been quite surprised by the action he had just made.

You’ll be more irritable, and you’ll make passionate judgments. Maybe?

“So if you’re going to run, run at the same time, and if you’re going to jump, bounce at the same time. If three out of four say they are going down, but only one of them moves to attack, they will all die.”

“Do you have the skills to do that?”

11 Seconds he asked in a slightly trembling voice. It was because they weren’t perfect allies yet.

“At least I sent everyone who said that to hell. I have that kind of skill. So maybe he’s standing in front of you?”

A perfect pincer, or a perfect surrender.

It meant that you had to choose one of the two.

And those who understood the words split into two.

“If the four of us rush in, we can kill enough. He is not invincible.”

5 Seconds said so.

“The one who was subdued in one shot wore a shiny coat.”

This pathetic 5-member, no, 4-member rising star, 11 seconds tackled his words.

“What?”

“After killing? Sarrian has already disappeared. It’s better to go down quietly and join our allies to get out.”

Then, 5 seconds fired again.

“Ha, you fall for the words of the enemy? Are you still a Sarian mercenary member? Even though I came in looking for money, at least I know I can’t completely trust that bastard!”

“Your mouth is glistening at the topic of flying flies that came in temporarily. If a bastard who came for money only listens, there is no other driver. Is not it?”

“What?”

“That, I-“

“I’m in favor of either way.”

Six seconds, who cut off the words of the guy who was hit by the bolt, spoke like a serpent.

“It doesn’t matter if we run in or go down. Because i have to live But I’m more attracted to rushing. Anyway, it’s not bad.”

The guy who saw the liver took another step back.

5 Seconds opened his mouth again.

“Look. The trend has already been set, but I don’t know what kind of sh*t I’ve been talking about. If we all run-“

“I will be the sword holder. You are such a dog.”

The fourth guy suddenly jumped in. He couldn’t tell if it was because he couldn’t contain his anger, or if it was because he was indistinguishable from anemia.

“What?”

And with his involvement, the situation became increasingly unpredictable.

“Isn’t that right, you f*cking bastard. I recognized it from earlier when I ordered the other guys from the back to be arrowheads, to open traps, and to run at the bastards who were hit by bolts with a hand signal!!”

The guy yelled at the end and grabbed his stomach. The 11-second guy next to him looked at him.

Looking at it like that, the 5 seconds guy’s karma is a bit big.

“Ha, yes. Yes this is it A worthless bastard should be quietly hit with a knife and killed.”

That was the last word.

“You bastard!”

The guy who shook off the help of 11 seconds jumped at 5 seconds.

In the end, the situation ended in bloodshed.

Excellently.

***

“Hoo-wook. Hoo-wook.”

Kwaduk!

The 11-second guy cut off the 5-second guy’s throat and pulled out the stuck Battle X. It was a victory full of wounds, achieved at the sacrifice of the guy who had been hit by the bolt earlier.

The eyes that had tasted blood now turned to me, and I tilted the halberd in his right hand.

“Hey, don’t be like this, let’s settle it peacefully. Looking at that side, it seems like it would be dangerous to stay like this.”

“Kuluk, there was too much blood for that.”

11 Seconds, who had a dart stuck in his cheek, spoke in an awkward way as he looked at the corpse of 5 Seconds, who had been decapitated.

The upper stomach, which was cut horizontally and elongated, was constantly bleeding like a damaged rubber tree.

The six-second guy was still around, but this time he’d never make the first move.

That guy didn’t come forward until a little while ago, 5 seconds before he slashed the neck of the guy who had been hit by a bolt.

I asked 11 seconds.

“So, has anyone here been bolted by me?”

“……”

“So, who among the living here got stabbed by me?”

They looked around.

The dead were silent.

“After all, it’s someone else’s blood. Not your blood.”

“Um.”

The survivors were not beaten.

“Is it really necessary for the two of you to deal with me? Even if the five of you are fine, what about the others who would slit your necks?”

Of course, you’ll have to tell me if that’s the case.

I said, pointing at the headless guy who had cooled off.

“And you already killed the guy who brought you all the way up here. It seems that there is no more resentment between us.”

They brought down the language they founded. I stimulated that part.

That’s why.

“Come on, why don’t you put down your weapons here, grab the shields of the dead, and go over to us and surrender? You won’t need a sword to block the arrows.”

It didn’t take long for them to choose.

“…Cool, that’s right.”

“Me too.”

So, they went back to the salmon.

The sound of a weapon falling was heard as if it was putting an end to the incident.

I gladly gave them a refreshing smile and said.

“Great choice.”

***

The two survivors slowly descended, holding shields in their hands.

Then. The 11-second guy collapsed on the grass as it was at one point, and the 6-second guy didn’t look back at him.

It was very impressive to see the red salmon go down to the world again.

Miss Prianian asked from behind me.

“Mr. G-House. How do you feel about raising it with just one tongue?”

“…I want to go home.”

“Yes?”

“Nothing. It’s just, ‘Thanks, friends. Live strong even on that floor’. Said.”