Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Episode 87 Baron Martoan (3)

Auril Gavis.

The creator’s nickname always appeared at the bottom of the loading window.

Well, I don’t know if it’s a nickname or real name, but anyway.

‘Why is that name here…’ It’s

a bit sudden, but there are two possibilities.

[Fisher Crack II]

This book was written by the player.

Or did you really write it yourself?

If it’s the latter, it’s just mind boggling.

At least it means that the creators of the game had a close connection with the event that I woke up in this body.

‘Is that bastard really going to be some kind of divine being?’

Anyway, getting a clue is a good sign.

Auril Gavis.

If you carefully trace this name, won’t you find a way to return home someday?

Again, I don’t know anything yet.

Even whether reaching the last floor and opening the door to the abyss once again is the key to return.

‘Let’s dig with care, as you may bleed if you bury it here and there.’

In that sense, I took a close look at the book.

Nothing came out.

A book with only the signature of the presumed author on the back page, but not even the year the book was written.

After confirming that there was no Ragnar around, I tore off a small corner and slipped it into my bag.

‘Even if you find out how many years ago this book was made, it’s a big profit—’

What is it, it’s morning already?

At this point, I finished my thoughts and stood up.

When I went to the desk, I saw Ragnar dozing off. There is a blanket next to the car, so I’m going to cover it with this.

“Mmm.”

She feels a presence and wakes up.

“Why didn’t you tell me? If I had known that time had passed, I would have left sooner.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I was just taking a break because I was a little late in organizing my books.”

Is the arrangement a little late?

See, it’s time to open the library in a little while?

“Because it’s true. Don’t get me wrong.”

“…i get it.”

First of all, he insisted on that, so he just nodded and left the library.

Before opening the door, I suddenly checked behind me and saw her stretching with a tired face.

“What are you doing? Don’t go.”

Is she actually a good Anne?

***

It was morning, so I just started my day.

It’s a barbarian anyway, so it’s the same whether you wash or not.

‘But I guess I’ll have to eat first.’

I went into any nearby restaurant that opened, ate a meal, and headed straight for the magic tower.

“Why is Mr. Yandel at this hour…?”

“I came to ask you something.”

“Do it quickly. I’m sleepy.”

“There’s a vacant mage spot on our team, and I’m thinking of you joining—”

Chuck.

If you don’t like the fuck, do you even say something?

Also, he’s a failure.

It’s okay because I didn’t expect it anyway.

“Wait! I have another request!”

As I hurriedly shouted and knocked on the door, a gap opened with a squeaking sound.

“Any other favors?”

“I want to know when this paper was made.”

“Hmm? Where can I get it?”

Raven took a look at the paper I handed over to see if he was interested.

However, I couldn’t find anything special that I deserved.

“There’s nothing I can’t do, so why are you curious about that?”

“Can’t I just do it?”

“It’s good. Instead, it’s not free, so I’ll have to get something…….”

Raven, who was blurry, continued as if he remembered something suitable.

“The seniors are very interested in Mr. Yandel, so please go and help me with my research. They’ve been bothering me for a while now.”

You want me to surrender to those perverts right now?

“…Can I just do it once?”

“Yes, it’s not such a difficult request. I’ll leave the analysis until next week. Oh! That’s right, and if you can, don’t come to me at such an early hour.”

“……That’s right.”

It was 9:00 AM when I finished my business and left the Mage Tower. It’s a bit early, but there’s nothing to do, so I headed to the bar, the meeting place.

Surprisingly, there was someone who came before me.

“Bjorn! What the hell! I went to the dorm and they said it wasn’t there!”

“Oh, I was in the library.”

“What what? All night long…? Could it be that you meant something like that?!”

“What are you talking about? Ragnar was considerate, so I came here while reading a book.”

If I had only told the truth, Mischa looked at me with suspicious eyes.

This isn’t even a real mother.

“Really…?”

“Why would I lie to you?”

“That’s… that’s right. Got it.”

Surprisingly, when he looked me straight in the eyes and said something to me, I readily understood. Is it the feeling that a good son cannot lie?

Anyway, when I sat next to him, Misha handed me the drink I was drinking.

“Let’s try this. They say it’s made by grinding a fruit called tomato. It’s a very strange taste!”

I don’t know if it’s a strange taste, but when I talk about tomato juice, something comes to mind.

“Rather than that, what were you trying to say yesterday?”

I think he was about to say something quite important because of the atmosphere, but Hans B interrupted so I didn’t hear it.

It’s just…….

“Huh? What does that mean?”

“You can’t remember?”

“Uh uh… I wonder if I made a mistake?”

Looking at those innocent eyes, it seems like I was really drunk and can’t remember. I tried to ask if there was anything I wanted to say, but I didn’t get any results.

“Huh? Isn’t there such a thing?”

“Right.”

“…Are you angry?”

“no.”

There are two ways to make people angry in this world, but I don’t get angry with them.

It’s not like he did anything wrong in the first place.

Afterwards, as I was passing the time by using the quiet bar as a cafe, my colleagues arrived.

“Oh, were you there first?”

“I’m sorry, since this morning because of me…”

The dwarf and Dwalkie appeared as a pair as always. We waited a little longer, and when it was on time, we arrived at Rottmiller and sat down.

And the meeting started.

The topic, of course, was how to solve Dwalki’s ban from entering the labyrinth.

“Then, let’s talk about each other’s thoughts. First… Yes, Bjorn should be the first one.”

what about me?

It can’t be a nervous place, but I finished my presentation honestly and concisely.

“It would be better to find a new ally.”

“……what?”

“Of course, it seems impossible to ask for a wizard. I tried to recommend it to two other wizards, but they rejected it right away.”

“…Now, what are you saying? You’ve already visited another mage?”

“Are there any problems?”

I asked proudly.

A dwarf who was trying to find a way somehow might feel sorry for my actions, but… There

is always a difference between selfishness and altruism.

I was just assuming the worst and trying to find a realistic alternative for the team.

“Somebody had to say it, if not me, hadn’t it, Rottmiller?”

“That’s… that’s right.”

Rottmiller nodded slightly uneasy when I pointed out and asked for an opinion.

The dwarf’s eyes grew serious at this, but…

“Mu Murad! I’m fine, so don’t look at me. Didn’t Bjorn say something wrong?”

Even the dwarf, who was in charge, said that, and the dwarf shut his mouth.

“Then I’ll tell you!”

“Come on, Miss Karlstein.”

As if trying to evoke the atmosphere, Misha raises her hand brightly.

Of course, it wasn’t something to listen to.

“I looked it up and heard that Mozlans are weak against bribes. Why don’t we pool our money and stab them a little?”

Solicitation of bribery, which is discussed in an innocent voice.

Certainly, Baron Martoang or something would have asked for money to mess with Dwalki.

But…

“Miss Karlstein Mozlans never do business with non-nobles.”

Mozlan thoroughly rejects commoners.

Although most of them are untitled… Or rather, that’s why it’s like the last pride.

“That’s just…? I didn’t know that. So, Rottmiller, you should try it next.”

Misha was flustered and skipped her turn.

Since it was Rotmiller’s opinion, I also waited for his words with a little seriousness.

But…

“To be honest, I don’t know how I can achieve what I want with a noble… and a titled noble. I’m sorry…….”

Rotmiller didn’t seem to find the right answer either. .

However, unlike me, the dwarf sighed and comforted him.

“How can that be your fault? Actually… that’s natural.”

No, why did you blow your eyeballs at me when you knew it was obvious?

As I was grumbling inside, the dwarf opened his mouth in a coy voice.

“So that’s what I’m talking about… Last night, the Dwalki and I were thinking about it.”

“Simply to the point.”

“I think it might be a good idea to go and talk to Baron Martoang himself.”

In a word, it means to see a head-to-head match.

But even here there is a serious problem.

“How are you going to meet him?”

Most of the nobles live in District 1, the ecliptic Karnon. And that area is a place that low-class explorers like us can’t even enter.

Let alone conversation, the world we live in is different.

However, it seemed that the dwarf had already made a detailed plan.

“There is a teahouse that Baron Martoang visits regularly. If you wait there, we will definitely meet.”

well if so

Definitely not bad.

It’s a matter of the Baron’s unlikely to change his mind. There’s nothing to lose by trying anyway.

“Then there’s no problem. The two of you can go.”

“What a sad sound! Come with me!”

what else does he say

“At most, I’m going to beg, but why are we all going there together?”

“…You need courage! Isn’t the opponent a nobleman!”

A dwarf who started whining to the point of being told to take care of it by the two of us.

I’m already sighing at that unanswered attitude, but I’ve calculated the practical benefits because we still have a bond together.

‘It would be unreasonable to find a new wizard in a situation with 9 days left……’ Even

if you try to find any job, if you are not a good guy, you will have to go through hardships.

After all, it would be best for Dwalki to remain on this team.

‘If the two of them go, they’ll just mess around and come back because it won’t be a problem.’

Even if I think about cancer, it seems that the possibility of going directly to me is even a little higher.

But…

‘It’s awkward to meet aristocrats.’

Even in the game, it was a rule of thumb not to get involved with nobles.

Well, since nobody’s sane—

“I’ll give you 300,000 stones no matter how it ends! That’s per person!”

Hmm, that’s a bit tempting.

If it’s not loyalty pay, then there’s nothing I won’t be able to meet once since

I

‘m

a noble .

A dwarf with a noticeably brighter complexion. However

, rather than being swept away by his schemes, he calmly confirmed what he needed to know.

“So, when should I go?”

No matter how noble, this is not a world where anyone can just kill and kill anyone.

If it’s ramen, there won’t be anything very dangerous, but isn’t it the first time

I

open my eyes in this body and meet a real

nobleman

.

“Oh, if it’s not today, I won’t be visiting that place until next month.”

Then, somehow, I wanted to refuse.

But I agreed to do it, so I checked the other things one by one.

How old is Baron Martoang, if he’s a man? Even if there is something else that would be good to know,

time passed quickly as I was familiar with this

and that. As you said, in order to pretend we met by chance, shouldn’t we be there in advance!”

The time that the baron visits the teahouse is usually between three and four in the afternoon.

So, we arrived at the teahouse from two o’clock and waited for the right time.

How long has passed since then?

“I That is my second older brother.”

Baron Martoaen appeared accompanied by attendants.

Did he come personally to enjoy the tea prepared by the host himself?

When he went into the private room, there would be no time to talk to him, so he quickly got up from his seat and led the way. “What kind of guy is this!”

A

large knight blocking the front as soon as he got closer.

First of all, Dwalki stepped out as planned.

“That Baron Martoang! It’s me! Reol Warb Dwalky! Please listen to me just once!”

As I advised, Dwalky prostrated himself on the floor with the meaning of submission.

Baron Martoang, who was talking with the host, shifted his attention.

However, the reaction that followed was completely different from what he expected . “Dwalky… ?

Somewhere familiar?”

He muttered, as if he couldn’t even remember it properly.

The man who looked like a butler added in his ear.

“The Dwalki family is the family of Karlina, the third wife of the former baron.” ”

Ah, that’s right. ! So, what business does that person have to me?”

“That’s… that’s why…”

Dwalky started babbling about developments that were different from the plan he had planned in advance. It’s sooner

than I thought, but it’s my turn to step out. It was.

“Nice to meet you. I am Bjorn, the son of Yandel.”

I am an aristocrat, and I am proud to say something.

If it is a different race, that alone constitutes a crime of insulting the nobility…

Except for the big and precious barbarian

. I got that permission from the king.

“It’s been a while since I’ve talked to a barbarian. It’s always a strange feeling.”

Fortunately, the baron seemed interested in the current situation.

Well, when will they meet the barbarian and listen to their flat talk?

“So what’s my business?

” Access to the labyrinth is prohibited.”

“Sorry. But why are you telling me about it?”

That’s because he said it was all done by you.

‘What is it? Why does he look like he doesn’t know anything?’

At first, I thought I was just evading it, but at this point, I also began to have doubts.

And then,

the butler whispered to the baron again.

“Hmm, illegitimate son? Was there anything like that? Right. You said that……”

“Yes, the Baron didn’t give a separate report because it wasn’t something to worry about.”

“Good job. It’s such a small thing, it’s just a waste of time to find out.”

Now it seems that the baron didn’t know anything about this matter, and the butler took care of everything.

“Such a small thing…?”

Dwalkie was shocked. Anyway.

Looking at the result, it’s not bad.

It means that the possibility of our goal being achieved has increased as much as the other side

considers

it insignificant

. He tilted his head as if he couldn’t understand it at all. And the annoying thing here is that he didn’t feel any malice. The

way of thinking itself is different from ours

.

When I was thinking about what to do next while chewing on the baron with my tongue.

The butler whispered something in my ear again.

I couldn’t hear a single voice this time about what trick he was using.

Still, I guessed roughly what it would be about.

“Huh? what? Is this the barbarian?”

“Yes,”

“Huh, little Vulcan… I’ve heard the name too. At the banquet two days ago, the Count said that an interesting explorer had appeared.”

The baron looks at me with a completely different gaze. His eyes are lively as if he found an interesting toy. “Did you say

Bjorn? Instead of doing yours, will you do one favor of mine?”

Ah uh uh…

I didn’t expect this kind of situation either…

“It’s a small request. In addition, I will give
you enough compensation corresponding to him!