Chapter 151
151 . Who Do You Think You’re Dealing With?
I was genuinely curious about OWL so I walked all around the camp the whole night . Results: nothing .
I’m really going at it blindly .
The only thing I know is that OWL is supposed to be somewhat strong .
I couldn’t check each and every person in the camp, but I was about to determine that there were around 10 people who might fit the bill .
I did this by looking at how they walk and how they handle themselves, but that didn’t mean much . Not really .
There are times when a weak looking guy is unexpectedly powerful, or when a musclehead might actually be a really weak .
So basically, I gave up . With so few clues, I couldn’t do it .
Maybe I should go out into town tonight and ask around?
I’ll think about it later .
Okay, that out of the way, I went ahead and had the breakfast that Mr . Zack so graciously prepared, and was currently out on a walk under the refreshing sunlight pouring down on the camp courtyard .
I very much liked the cool winter air coupled with a beautiful, sunny sky .
The sky was clear, and, I can’t explain this well, but it sort of felt like my soul was being reinvigorated .
“Mmm . ”
Walking past the hobo-like prisoners having their bad soup and worse bread, I noticed that I didn’t look like a mob at all .
Don’t get me wrong . I can pull off the mob role no problem in a town .
But compared to these people, I wasn’t dirty and ragged enough . Well, I’m still new here, and blending in should come naturally with the time, so…
I noticed people shouting .
“How dare you accuse us!?”
A crowd had formed .
I squeezed my way through them . I felt like this was going to get fun and I wanted front row seats .
“Don’t you dare deny it . ”
Said Clara Oriana facing a mobbish dude at the center of it all . The guy was some no-name from the meeting in the cellar last night .
Behind Clara stood people who were probably from the Royalists camp, and behind the no-name stood people from the Doem side . Among them, I could see Zack and also their boss .
“Royalists and Doem Camp are going at it…”
“Things might get bloody…”
The rabble chattered .
“One of ours was murdered last night . When we found him, there were signs of an assault and torture . ”
Mother of crap . Since I was out looking for OWL, I missed a key event .
“We dindu nuffin!!”
“He was tortured! You’re about the only people who’d resort to that, confess at once!”
Clara cried furiously .
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“Serves him right! I say good fuckin’ riddance!!”
“—Knave!!”
In her anger, Clara slapped the no-name .
Suddenly, everyone got quiet, as if time had stopped .
— Then .
“Done it now, bitch!”
The guy who got slapped grabbed and raised the club at his waist .
Yeah, this be no good .
Clara can’t handle that . Worst case, the club cracks her head open and she’s dead .
Yeah, sorry, but I don’t like it if some no-name mob suddenly kills a major character .
“—Huh?”
Muttered Clara, her eyes wide in shock .
Right before her eyes, the man who was about to swing down a weapon at her, had spontaneously collapsed . The club he was holding was flung high into the air .
“—HUH!? What just happened!?”
“How’d he just!?”
The rabble were scared and confused .
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“It can’t be— OWL?”
“Find him!! He’s here somewhere!”
“…Owl?”
Both Royalists and Doem Camp went on guard .
I was the culprit though .
It was simple . I had a piece of slime detach from the bottom of my shoe and burrow underground . Then I had it shoot out from under the guy and hit him under the jaw .
No one noticed, but that’s fine . That right there was very much was a power from the shadows would do .
Or so I thought, by Mr . Zack was glancing at me with suspicion .
I made a cryptic smile, and purposefully looked away— Perfection .
Now that’s what I call a job well done .
Which was when I noticed it . The club that had been sent flying was coming down my way .
And suddenly, I had a eureka moment .
— Show ain’t over yet!
My role of that of a power in the shadows is done for now .
However, I have yet to fulfil my role as a mob!
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I took only an instant to determine the club’s trajectory, and as it wouldn’t actually hit me in my current position, I swiftly moved to the spot where it would land .
Having expected I’d need it at some point, I placed a small blood back in my mouth and looked upwards .
And the club struck down right on my nose .
“Bhoorfff!?”
I blew the prepared blood in my mouth from out my nose and fell back .
The blood sprayed out like a fountain, glistening in the light of the sun . Quite artistic if I do say so myself .
Mob Arts: Nosebleed Splasher
This is a pretty high level technique .
“Ugh! I’m gonna puke!!”
“Eghh, it’s on my face!”
To you people of the camp who wished to see carnage, I present to you a fountain of nose blood .
— And there you have it .
While the power in the shadows aids the MC, some random mob gets the unfortunate role of being collateral!
“Wait, you’re hurt!?”
I was collapsed on my back, completely sated, but seeing as Clara was running over, I quickly pretended to be out cold .
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