Chapter 308 – Chapter 308 New Hierarchy-8
Night.
Underground was looking at the manifesto in the office.
It is a manifesto encouraging enlistment to join the Red Union.
The way to spread rumors in Wordsland is to put up manifestos all over the city…
“How come nothing is right?”
After looking through all the candidates, Jiha shook his head.
The contents and sentences were not very good.
Uben lowered his head apologetically.
“Sorry. All the kids… I don’t know anything but fight. There is no one with good writing skills.”
The guys who started under the leadership of the underground, from the commons to the guards, the guys who applied for enlistment, and the merchants.
Most of his life was lived by eating kahlabap.
“We need a writer.”
The basement was good at talking.
He was good at understanding people’s feelings, saying things that stabbed people’s lungs, or provoking them.
It wasn’t just a simple insult, but he was able to say words that moved people’s hearts according to the situation.
In the early days of Red Union, Jiha wrote the manifesto himself. Thanks to that, the number of applicants for enlistment came in much more than expected.
However, Jiha, who was busy as a gunman, could not write a manifesto in the future. There was no time for that.
‘So I held a guy called the military essay contest…’
Since the prize money is 300,000, everyone has been scrambling to apply.
The fact that it came up from the bottom after filtering it out as relatively good was also a joke to the underground.
As the basement where the manuscripts were put down was deep in thought, Uben spoke cautiously.
“Shall we find a writer?”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a poet or a novelist or a philosopher. You just need to be able to write sentences that touch people’s hearts. There has to be a sense of urgency to understand the psychology of the reader. And… He has to be someone you can trust.”
Underground indicated.
“You have to be my person instead of outsourcing. If possible, it would be nice if it was someone who fell in love with our faction. I want to be with the era of turbulence, or I want to see the changes of the era with my own eyes. Among the guys who want to observe me, or write in Wordsland, there are sure to be people who think that way.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Originally, artists have the idea of wanting to change the world with their products. I am sure there is someone who is curious about our faction. Spread the word that you are looking for talented people, and if you have someone with good skills, bring them.”
Uben said cautiously.
“Is that so? As long as the text is okay, anyone is fine, right?”
“…”
A strange nuance, the underground lifted its head and looked at Uben.
“Are you sure you want to use it?”
“Isn’t it a very funny story about a werewolf writing?”
“It doesn’t matter who it is, as long as people like it. Are there any candidates?”
Uben took out a piece of paper from among the papers in his arms and held it out.
Like the others, this is a work that was submitted to the Contest…
“…”
Underground’s face became serious.
“I was asked to write about the future of Red Union as the subject of the essay, but this one depicts the captain who was eloquent. I left it out because it didn’t fit the topic, but…”
“Doesn’t care.”
The sentences were vivid and lively.
Jiha read it to the end in one breath and nodded.
“Okay, call him. From now on, I will make you a dedicated writer.”
“Oh, there is no signature.”
“Find it.”
Uben smiled bitterly.
“I already found it.”
“That’s it.”
Jiha saw Uben’s face.
The reason why this guy strangely caught the horse.
It must be the intention to check the mood of the underground and try to solve it.
Underground shook his head.
“This is not a matter of feeling. If the Dark Elves don’t come before tonight, I’ll organize it.”
“Sir.”
Uben called sadly, but Jiha was adamant.
“I didn’t come all the way here without determination. Even now, there are kids who follow me, believe in me, and keep their place, but I can’t take care of the situation with just one. And…”
Enlil would decapitate all those who got in his way, present them to the Underworld, and ask for forgiveness.
She is such a woman
Enlil knew that in such a situation the Underground would behave relentlessly.
Under such circumstances, even Underground knew that Enlil would sort things out somehow.
‘Anyway, to the extent that a few of the leaders oppose it, Enlil is determined and she can’t stop it if she sprinkles her blood. Since she went all the way to Narsha, it can be sorted out. I can’t go ahead and seal it up…’
Jiha hadn’t communicated with Enlil about her, but he was guessing how she would move in the worst case scenario.
“Captain. Still…”
Uben, who does not know the depths of the underground, called out sadly.
This rapport was not something that could be explained.
The basement turned the story.
“This story ends here. So, who wrote this sentence?”
“It is a woman.”
“Bring it.”
“They say they won’t come.”
“Take it.”
“Is that okay?”
Jiha frowned at her continued question.
“Is this a woman I know?”
“This is the librarian of the library, Vissel Arcadium.”
“…”
A stupid woman who only reads the book wrote this sentence?
Uben explained the situation.
“I didn’t even use my name, so I searched for it for a long time. Later, it was only specified by using the method of elimination. She went and checked and she admitted that what she wrote was correct, but she said she only intended to take the prize money.”
“You need money? They say they pay well.”
“That is… Even if I speak, the answer does not come back properly. The persuasion itself didn’t work.”
“…”
Bissell was originally a dazed woman.
She was alone in the basement and in the library, but most of the days we didn’t even say hello.
It was only later that I got a ride first and became strangely friendly…
“Still, it seems to react a little when I bring up the name of the commander. And that sentence…”
“…”
There was power in the words that Vissel wrote, depicting the eloquent underground.
“How is it? It’s better to meet the commander in person and convince him.”
“Is the way you talk pimp?”
“I don’t know what it is, but even if it doesn’t work for other people, it’s certain that there is something special about the commander-in-chief. Maybe he is in love with a man. She was a bit dazed, but she was also a beautiful girl.”
“He’s a real pimp.”
Ji-ha looked over her writing once again and her head nodded.
“Good. It’s worth it, so take the time. Get a seat.”
“All right. Then we’ll leave.”
As Uben left, Jiha narrowed her eyes.
Uben used the spinning talk technique to relieve the underground mood.
Now that the talent you’ve been looking for has appeared, why don’t she relieve her anger?
That talented lady is a beautiful lady, and the leader seems to have a heart for you, but don’t you feel relieved?
“The werewolf uses his brain.”
Underground smiled bitterly.
Still, if you don’t listen, you can’t use them, you have to organize them.
But Uben also has a point. He said he made a mistake, and if he blindly blew his head off, he would remain alive.
Didn’t they say that victory and defeat are sick bosses?
However, it is not possible to blindly forgive the general who caused the trouble again. If the ruler is angry at cutting the head of that fool, there must be a servant next to him, citing his past merits and begging for a lighter punishment.
If that sounds plausible, the monarch pretends not to have won and makes the punishment light.
Is it a useless bluff? No, it’s the ruling logic.
It was the same for her Jiha, who used Rijin to free the hearts of the women she had tamed, and for exalting her character by taking Ashira under her.
Even if the basement told me to kill it, I needed a guy next to me who would stop me from doing that.
So that we can continue to use talented people while maintaining the strict rules of governance without exception.
“Everyone lacks political sense.”
Jiha treated the situation calmly, but had no intention of punishing Enlil really badly.
Narsha Nauben’s current movement is a little off, but her direction itself is right.
“Well, it will gradually grow…”
Dark elves. Even so, the problem was the elves.
The Dark Elves had at least contacted them in advance, but they just returned and sent an after-action report.
I sent it to the line mill before the team fight, but he goes back to the well without saying that he has money.
‘It’s clear that elves and dark elves are aware of each other when it comes to trolling. So let’s incite it, crash it, and seize it… I’ll have to punish the elves a bit heavier, though.’
Knock sound.
“Sir, the Dark Elves have come.”
“Gather them at the parade ground.”
The basement rose from its seat.
Headquarters Parade.
When I went underground, there were 10 Dark Elves and one Dirga.
Dirga was Narsha, and the dark elf standing next to her was Enlil.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a face, but Jiha only looked at the state and watched the faces of others.
‘Judging by the way they dress, the ones with positions are three men and one woman, and the majority are men with burns on their faces.’
Looking at the way they look at each other, their standing posture and position, it’s easy to guess.
A strong sense of wariness appeared on the faces of the Dark Elves seeing the underground for the first time.
Except for Enlil, the only female Dark Elf looked at it strangely.
On the other hand, Enlil and Narsha, who knew the underground, had hard faces.
He asked me to see you at the empty parade ground, and while I was trying to guess what it meant, I was wondering if that would be the case.
Jiha, who stopped, lifted his head and looked up at the night sky.
“The weather is nice.”
“…”
The Dark Elves were taken aback at the sound, whether it was greeting or talking to themselves.
Jiha, who lowered her head, looked straight ahead and said hello.
“The wind is moderate, and there will be a lot of dust when rolling. It’s good weather to roll.”
“Come on, sleep…”
Narsha tried to speak to her, but Jiha lightly rolled on her floor.
Wooooo!!
The faces of the Dark Elves suddenly changed due to the sound of magic and the shaking of the ground.
It was clear that the amount of magical power underground was unusual when the ground shook and even the body vibrated.
No, can Uniq do this?
The Dark Elves inadvertently looked at Enlil, but she was frozen and unable to say anything.
The Dark Elves realized that something was wrong with Enlil’s first reaction, seeing that cutting people’s throats was not an after-dinner exercise.
Although he is the leader of a new faction, I would have thought that their unique Enlil could not do anything about it.
I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it myself.
“Are you all dumb?”
“I-I was going to tell you.”
When Narsha stepped out bravely, she chinned down the basement.
“Narsha, well done. Now you are out.”
“…”
Narsha was speechless and stepped aside from her.
Unknowingly relieved, she gave Enlil an apologetic look, and Enlil accepted with an understanding face.
The basement calmly declared.
“Put your head on.”
“…”
Wonsan Bombardment, Enlil and the other Dark Elves seemed unable to understand.
Underground laughed.
“Oh, don’t you like it? You don’t want to hear what I have to say? It seems to have twisted a lot. Then I have to let you know Wow, do I have to do all of this?”
“I-over there…”
Enlil, her face turning blue, could not stand it and opened her mouth.
His heart sank at Jihaga’s complaint that Enlil couldn’t do it, so he dared to step in and sort things out.
The basement said calmly.
“No, I understand. I understand. You understand, so you’re talking now, right?”
“…”
“But you guys don’t seem to understand. So, you have to do it with your body.”
Underground waved his hand at the Dark Elves.
“Risk your life. I will step on you.”
You don’t know what the owner is doing?
You’ll know when you get hit with dust.
