Shake the Carrot if You Are Caught by the Devil

14 – Picture Quiz (1)

The food has not tasted so good since morning.

I opened my eyes and came out to the dark hallway, because the demon king was lying on the floor preparing something that looked like a game.

‘f*ck…’

It was heartbreaking to witness the iron being heated to torture oneself.

The last few days were at least peaceful because her tension was so low. On the other hand, she is in such a good mood now that she is drawing something on her paper, even humming to her hum.

-Wack

She was drawing on her face when she suddenly turned her head. Because of her, her eyes meet with mine, which she was glaring at resentfully.

-Wack

She quickly laid her eyes, like when she bumped her shoulder with her tattoo thug.

“Hee hee hee.”

…

At this point, you’re laughing.

A paper crane I gave you yesterday hangs like a necklace around her neck as she lies on her stomach and splits threads.

It is said that the paper crane with a lot of buffs is impervious to magic below 8 stars. It was said that it didn’t matter if the napalm bullets ran out.

…

‘I don’t know what kind of bullying I’ll get… But let’s eat well.’

Actually, that’s what I always think about at every meal. That this meal might be the last.

‘Grilled fish, kimchi stew, canned beans, corn. Wheat bread.’

Like the Hunger Games, a meal when there is no game is inexhaustibly luxurious. I’m not being sarcastic, but since I came to this world, I’ve never had such a delicacy.

Even after defeating the named monsters and holding a banquet in the royal court, I couldn’t go alone.

-Don’t you forget that it’s a banquet tonight, Dongha? Did I mention there is also a red dragon steak?

-You’re not going to take it anyway.

-Wow!

‘Hey, f*ck me. You guys should eat greasy food by yourself.’

It’s enough for Koreans to have kimchi jjigae, but they don’t care anymore about greasing their stomachs with lumps of fat. Please, eat a lot of meat and hope that all four of you will get colon cancer and spend a pitiful last year.

“Have you eaten yet?”

She approaches and urges her to finish preparing her torture instruments. The ink on the corners of her mouth is very comical. Will never tell

“Yeah. My chewing is slow.”

Let’s eat very slowly, at the speed of the clouds.

Slowly.

*

“It’s a picture matching game.”

“… Which exactly?”

“Huh? Matching pictures is matching pictures…”

“There are several of them. Matching the wrong picture, speed quiz, guessing words with pictures… Hey!”

Alas!!!!

Her white ears perked up. Her red eyes moved quickly, as if she was rapidly entering the data she had just uttered out of my mouth.

“No, so…”

“Later. Let’s enjoy the game you said later. hehehe.”

The girl who had figured out the contents of the game just by her name smiled bewitchingly. She has more things to play in the future, and she is smiling.

‘Such an idiot…’

She pushed her head into her guillotine herself.

In this moment, I feel like a sea cucumber, a shamrock, a Rebecca, a planaria. It is as if he had carved a tombstone for his own tombstone.

“Today’s task is to draw a picture and have someone guess it.”

It is said that it is a play that I learned from reading a children’s book. Dog-like fairy tale writer. If you do something like a contest, you will definitely be at the level of getting stuck in the 230th place.

The reason why paper, which is not very common in this world, is in every corner of the house is that the demon king bought it in advance in case he plays this game later.

“Here, here.”

She held out ten sheets of paper to me.

Draw a picture on the front side and write the correct answer on the back side. After that, the picture is shown alternately, and the one who guesses the most wins the game.

‘To win, it’s best to draw unrecognizable, but…’

Yes. In fact, there is a winning method in this game. He paints like a dog to the extent that he cannot recognize the picture. If the other person argues, ‘Oh, it’s because I’m a cubist. I’ve reconstructed the objects I’ve contemplated in three dimensions from multiple perspectives.’ You just have to lay out such sophistry.

Of course, I have no thoughts of winning.

The demon king doesn’t hate victory. He is rather morbidly obsessed. She only tolerates what she hates, losing on purpose.

In other words, you just have to give and receive in moderation and give your hands a risky victory. It is the basis of a wise life in the demon castle.

‘Let’s get right and wrong… Let’s lose moderately by 8 vs 6.’

You can do one or two difficult things and show the rest by drawing intuitive objects.

‘This is enough… The rest.’

Now, all you have to do is block it. Yes, the most important thing remains.

“Should I do without any penalties? I want to have time to reverently focus on painting for the first time in a while.”

She hit the ball ahead of time before she wrangled herself to hit her.

“Really? Hee hee. So what?”

Yoshi!

A game that starts by blocking all bad conditions in advance, enough to make me tired even thinking about it. It must have grown while crossing numerous fronts. This is why you should not ignore jjambab.

‘This one is free.’

All that’s left is to enjoy it leisurely, as if you were looking at a picture your nephew drew with crayons.

‘Let’s draw a few things that can be easily recognized.’

On blank paper, I drew simple things such as apples, watermelons, hats, etc. Fill in the features of an object to make it easy to recognize. For example, the stem of an apple, the wing and beak of a bird, and the unmistakable hemisphere and black seed watermelon.

*

“Then show me first.”

The demon king, who was full of spirit, announced the start of the game by overturning the 1-minute hourglass.

“Come on.”

The first picture I drew is a bird. Unless you’ve been locked up for the rest of your life in an underground dungeon or something…

“Paper Crane!”

?

“No.”

“Millennials?”

“No.”

“Dragonix’s heart?”

‘What is that?’

…

Just call it a bird, you asshole!

Staying on the wrong leg that continues after that.

It’s a big deal. This year. He is the type of person who thinks in a complex way. A b*tch who sees an ellipse and thinks it’s an orbit, who sees a palm and thinks it’s a Nazi salute.

‘I’m going crazy because I’m frustrated.’

Although I am not particularly well versed in painting, I have never doubted the legitimacy of the bird I drew.

‘I can’t just say yes and move on.’

It was difficult to get past it because the correct answer was ‘bird’ nailed on the back. If you get caught, it’s obvious that you’ll kick the sidekick for asking why you watched it.

The hourglass has shrunk by more than half before you know it. It is a problem that is too easy to give up, so it is regrettable.

“Think more simply. There is a common feature of the things you said.”

…

A few handfuls of sand are about to fall.

“…. Bird?”

She narrowly tailored her problems.

“That’s correct.”

As soon as the OK sign is given, the demon king claps and claps for joy. It is reminiscent of a participant who got the last question in a quiz program that cost tens of millions of won.

‘Reaction is Hyeja.’

I suddenly had the stupid idea that if I do something like a broadcast, it might work out.

“Next!”

Alternately play twice, five times for me and five times for the devil. My turn is now four.

*

The demon king got the second one right and couldn’t get the third and fourth questions right. The brow furrows as if the planting is uncomfortable.

“Why can’t you draw like this?”

Blood gushes backwards because of the talk of the b*tch who saw the butterfly and replied that it was a plantain line.

‘This is a f*cking demon. Did you put her eyes in for a ray of light? Did you come to kindergarten at night? Why can’t you fit this? Huh? Drop kicks are so f*cking hard. Really.’

I barely softened my inner thoughts.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good at drawing.”

“No. If you don’t sleep with me for a week and practice, you’ll get better in no time.”

!!!!!

Oh no! No!

Frozen foam flows from the corners of your mouth, fearing that you may experience the nightmare of bubbling again.

‘I can’t let this go wrong.’

If she keeps getting it wrong and I get it right…

In addition to the anger lost in the game, it is the Demon King’s drawing class for a week.

‘I have to make the rest match.’

If the demon king matches all my remaining pictures, there will be eight. At that level, he would even drop out of the dog-like drawing class.

‘The next picture is…’

It is a flower. I drew a large circle and attached a bunch of small circles to the rim.

Everyone sees it as a flower.

“Next problem.”

With her tension a little less than the first time, she showed her her flower.

…

“… A magic circle?”

How is this a magic circle? Head-to-head ten level.

In fact, it may seem that way.

By her standards, she casually spreads over twenty buffs under her feet at once.

However, no idiot in the world would think of a magic circle after seeing this many circles.

“Why, there’s something used to compare pretty things.”

“A fragment of a star?”

“No.”

“Mandragora’s horizon?”

“No.”

“Me?”

“? No.”

“Then what is it? What do you mean by allusion?”

The demon king puts his hand on his waist and gets nervous.

“No, f*ck…”

I felt like I was about to explode, so I stood in front of the demon king and gave an example.

“You are prettier than this.”

It’s a level where you scoop it out with a spoon, blow on it, grind it finely, and pass it down your throat.

…

“…A flower?”

That’s right!!

He felt refreshed as if he had lost a tooth. Is this the level of difficulty that will accompany this level of emotion?

‘I’m sorry I thought you might be worse off than Rebecca!’

“… Hee hee hee.”

His cheeks blushed as he said he guessed this easy one.

Please don’t laugh.

*

Three out of five. It’s a bit different than expected, but it’s not that bad.

“I’ve been drawing since dawn. You might guess all 10 of them. Uh-huh.”

…

‘Then he’s going to get mad at me for losing.’

Anyway, the quality of her paintings is good news. With this, you should be able to easily hit six.

“Question one. Now!”

The demon king lifted one of the paintings from the floor to her chest.

?

What is it?

…

Time passed, and when the sand ran out, he gave the answer.

“…A bastard sword?”

“It’s a seagull.”