The Novel’s Extra

<Beginning (4)> end <past> "… Oh and."

Milan, Italy
In the bedroom of the Colaion mansion annex, Vanessa and Paolo were running CCTV on the assassination that took place last Friday.

"Yes, it is perfect."

Jeronimo's work was indeed perfection. Siemens died on a single strike, and the assassin disappeared as it had never been. In Turin, which is the power of Colaion, he escaped thoroughly without leaving a hair.

"But, sister. What did Siemens die for? "

My brother Paolo asked. Vanessa stepped on her chin and rewound CCTV again. CCTV, which has a poor picture quality, however, can not be clearly distinguished.

"I do not know."
"I think it looks like a gun …."
"Oh, no way."

The gun is a very important weapon in modern times.
However, in fact, the size of the market is not much different from the market for artillery weapons.
Cold armor artifacts are made only in special places such as guilds, guilds, guilds, individuals, individuals and individuals, and also in 'auction houses' or 'Violet Banquet'.
In contrast, firearms are easy to use for everyone, especially high-rank gemstones, which can even block low-intermediate rank monsters.
In other words, the transaction is much more active than the relics.

"Jeronimo will not have a total mercenary?"

However, the gun is just that much. A self-help article that allows the general public to respond to a weak monster.
The strong ones have no reason to use a gun.

"No, it looks like a bullet." "How does the magic bullet penetrate the barrier? More than that, you. "

Vanessa scared her face terribly.

"Now you have to keep your mouth shut. No matter what, I can not open my mouth. We do not know anything about this. "

Today 's work is a secret to hold to the grave.
Since Mr. Colaion regarded the comfort of his family more than anything else, he must have been excited about the assassination of Siemens. As long as he was outraged, your lord has a belief that family members should do the same for their family members.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Of course,

Paolo nodded at his face as if he were asking something like that.

"······."But Vanessa was worried. In the movie, this guy is talking about the gossip……….

* * * [Sunscape] The hospital where Fernin Jesus stayed was on the outskirts of Seoul. However, the name of the signboard and the appearance of this nursing hospital seemed to be a comfortable shelter rather than a hospital.
I approached it carefully and knocked at the door.
Toc Toc
Soon the door opened. Beyond the half – open door, a middle – aged woman who appears to be a caregiver appeared. She laughed while looking at me. I was laughing at the moment when I tried to open my mouth, "Who is this? Is not it Hajin? "
"Yes?"

I was embarrassed for a moment and my head hardened. It seemed like I was hit with a hammer in the back of my head, so a short moment passed. But I got up quickly.
Kim Hajin, formerly Kim Chundong.
Chundong was a man, not a rock. There is a possibility that he could have done something with himself.
If you think about it in detail, it is likely that Chundong will be able to come to the hospital from his home in 10 minutes.

"Oh, yes, yes, hello. It's been a long time

I said so.
Fortunately, the caregiver 's reaction was unusual.

"These days I'll be busy taking heroic lessons. What's Going On? Once inside, come in. "

That being said, the caregiver guided me inside.
I went along with the caregiver.

"······."I looked around. The inside was much wider than what we saw outside. There were also half a dozen people in the living room. They talked with each other while playing Baduk and Chess. Then he glanced at me and laughed.

"Almost a year, what is it?"

Then the caregiver asked.

"Oh, that's not the difference …"

I stopped talking for a while. How do you say something?

"Is not it different?"
"···········································,
"Agus · · · · · · Ah, the South American?

I nodded a lot.
Chundong and this guy had a good feeling. Chundong, because the past of such extras is a joint author mind. It seems like I tried to twist something, but this time it is not so bad. I did not know you would find me so soon.

"Yes, did not you leave something like a souvenir?"
"Because it is a souvenir. You did not ask me to leave it, but maybe I did. "
"A letter?"
Huh? uh. letter. How did you know? "

The moment the eyes were wide open.
Letter
Fortunately, I did not seem to have changed until the setting I had set up.

"Where is the letter?"
"I left the memorial circle with the ashes. Anyway, why?
Oh, that's …

This answer required a bit of care. I do not know what the personality of Chundong originally was. But when I look at the gentle eyes of the caregiver and the smile I just sent to my patients … I have something to promise you. "

At least I have been friendly with the patients.
"so? I do not know … You have not been a person, and I've been to go and find you. It was probably the West Lake memorial circle. "
"Oh, thank you."

I bowed my back.
Since then, I have spoken a few more words and ran to the crypt where the caregiver said.

[West Lake Tribute] "… Hmm."

It's the first time I've come to the memorial circle. It is like traveling abroad, and I have not been able to do it in the modern world.
I scratched my nape and entered the memorial circle.
Thousands of urns were kept in the memorial circle, but my Thousand-Mile Eyes soon found his name.
Hangul engraved 'Agus Benjamin'.
There was a letter in the box with the urn box.

Letter

As the caregiver had said, a yellow envelope with a kinky lid was placed next to the urn complex.
I slowly reached out to the ashes. However, I scratched my hand when I arrived.
I already know what's in it. Opening the document is not the only way to leave it in the hands of the flesh.

· · · · What if the contents changed?
Because of that concern, I reached out again and took out the letter. It is full of things that you do not know what is Spanish or crooked, but when you translate it by smartwatch, the contents are the same as the one I set.
Thank God.
I put the letter again and turned back.
Then I connected to the Violet Banquet.
In this situation, Truth Agency is the only answer to the client.

[We have found Fernin Jesus in our office.]
[Cost is 300 million won.]
[If you want to hear the answer, please pay the fee.]

* * * Meanwhile, Cube Penthouse.
When Kim Hajin touched the letter in the memorial circle, Yoo Yeonha was sitting on an antique chair and was reported by three teams.

"… volunteer activity?"

Team 3 tracked Kim Hajin's past in reverse order, and Yoo Yeonha found out a new fact.

─ Yes. I found quite a lot of records of volunteering at an orphanage, nursing home, nursing home, etc.
"Because of volunteering …"

Yoo Yeonha pondered.
I was born as an orphan, but at some point I realized the extraordinary gift given to me and entered the municipal school.
It is a wonderful life reversal story.
If it was me, maybe the past that had been chilling and sore had been thrown into the trash after that day.

But Kim Hajin has continued to serve, not forgetting, or rather forgetting, the past.
Such a human figure, Yoo Yeonha had seen. Of course, not in reality, in dramas or movies.

"Yes?"

Now a few facts have been understood. Kim Hajin was a frequent Cadet, but out of the Cube. The fact spreads as a rumor, but the lining is so brilliant.

"· · · · Great."

Yoo Yeonha admired little.
To find his past, he does not forget his past.
Because his strength is not a tool for getting attention, he reveals himself only when necessary.
Yoo Yeonha could not but admit that the faithful faithfulness and firmly established direction of life, even if it does not match his own values.

"Rather, the more important past is still far away. Why birth? "
─ Yes. I am trying, but I am blocked. Other than those, there is no trace left.
"To get more inspired."

I was frustrated, but once I turned it over.

It will remain
─ The incident happened at Coleion.
"In Colaion?"

Yoo Yeonha's eyebrows hovered over.
Yoo Yeonha had plans to make a partnership with the Colaion family in the future.
The purpose is to smuggle artifacts.
Italian mafia hold a lot of so-called "black artifacts" that are not reported to the central government. The central government and the Italian guilds are putting a "ban on exports" on the artifacts excavated by the mafia, and they are trying to buy them at a very low price.
Yoo Yeonha coveted those relics.

"What event?"
─ One executive says he was assassinated. But the assassin seems to have been dispatched from Korea anyway, so Colaion has asked us to track him.
"… Tracking."

Yoo Yeonha was troubled. Finding an assassin is not a difficult task given the power of the three teams.

"What do you think? Do you think you can find it? "
─ It is not impossible.
Yes? Really? What confidence? "
─ We just got a rookie that was pretty usable.

Yoo Yeonha's legs frowned. She was deeply suspicious and could not believe the person she had not chosen.

okay . . .
─ Yes. I will send you a file. "

Yoo Yeonha opened the file with a good eye.

=== [Kim Hosup] ─ 17 years old, 168cm 78kg ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
□ The better the specification of computer and internet, the faster the search speed.
=== * * * Late night of Tuesday. I came out of the turntable hostel.

"Oh! Hey, Kim Hajin! Here it is!

The man who called me shouted loudly and shook his hand.
When I stopped near, Chae Nayun ran to me with a sneer.

"Hey. Is that it? Organizing notes? "
"Uh, so let's send the text now."

I have gotten the summary note that Chae Nayun wanted so much. Not really, Yoo Yeonha's personal database was hacked. Yoo Yeonha has a morbid habit of storing everything he writes.

"Oh ~ sick. Thank you. I'll pay you back later. "
"I do not pay, I study a little good."

I looked at Chae Nayun quietly. These days, Chae Nayun is kind of sad. I just want to help. I do not know what is right now.
Once upon a time, I could not look straight at the thought of "the day", but now … I just can not find it. Just like the assassination of the mafia this time, you can not even kill it.
I keep thinking about it because · · · · "Okay. Your really pretty Thank you so much! I'm going to study right away! "

Chae Nayun banged my arm in a sudden. And I ran to his quarters, holding the notebook I handed over to my bosom as if I had a new building.

"..It hurts. "

I watched her look and hung my arm.
If you beat it a little, you'll be pissed off.

* Cube of written week was ruined, so the flow of time seemed to be quite fast.
So I closed my eyes a few times and it was Friday.

"Hey ~" 1:30 pm after the last written examination.
Chae Nayun became such a bright face and appeared before me again. I've been living in the reading room for a while, and I'm pretty sure you've seen it.

"Thank you. Thanks to the test. "
okay . . .
"You five, you seem to fit in more. That difference is huge. Right? "
"That's right."

It is a practical week from next week. So I'm a little nervous. Not to mention, I'm going to raise my ranking to roughly 200th place this time.
But the next thing more important than the test. It is the 'event' that will happen after the performance.

Oh right. Hey, do you want to go there when you're done? I shoot. "
"… there is somewhere."
"'Limited angle'. A very famous Korean restaurant in Ganghwa Island. Don't you know em? It's almost as good as the Paris restaurant. Kim Suho and you … "Limited angle. It is a very high rank restaurant that I recorded in the set. I am curious about the taste. I will be able to experience the highest peak of Korean food.
But

"I will not go."
"What, why?"
So so I do not have time, so go with Kim Suho. "
"… Huh, what is it? Are you jealous now? "

Jealousy Somehow, it 's hard to just pour it. Michan is frown on his own.
I shot Chae Nayun and looked at it.

"Are you crazy?"
"No, or do not you? I'm just going to pay for the Paris restaurant at that time.
"I will not go."

I cut it firmly and went back to the hostel.

"Hey, no matter how it is, you can not be the only one. If Dad knew I was confused." Chae Nayun spoke of such a bull to the end.

* * * The weekend is over, again on Monday.
Practical week began.

The first test of the practical week was Team Play.
The so-called Dainin battle (multi-war battle), duel and rule in the first semester was similar, but the duel between teams was different.

"The offensive team is the Rachel team, the defensive team is the Yohei team!"

The first day of the first day was our Rachel team.
The opponent is the Yohei team. Yohei's full name was Miyamoto Yohei, World Class's top class warrior. Yohei's great ancestor is the famous Miyamoto Musashi or something.
Note that this is something I did not set up.

Preparation

There were many audiences in the duel arena. Of course, compared to the previous midterm exam, it was almost empty, but a lot of Cadets came to see it. The clash between Rachel and Yohei will be a sizable big match.

"Hold the position."

Rachel said. We took the position as we had prepared. Warriors Rachel and Jim Hoseung stand in front of me, and supporter Yi Bokyu meets me and protects Tomer.
I took the handgun for Cadet and told Yi Bokyu.

"I can not do that, just watch Zamer."
What? Why
"I'll get a Magician neck."

Now it seems that the time has come for me to show off my strength.
My strength is very strong and weak.
I got a weapon called a 'project,' and the Magician behind me is just a prey.

"Hey, though …."

While Yi Bokyu was worried, the referee cried out loudly.

"Duel, poetry work!"