Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 150



Episode 150: Barbarian Lord (2)

Rotmiller is different from Misha and the dwarf.

As an explorer he is attentive and quick-witted and he is strong in many ways starting from the bottom.

Well I didn’t know you would ask me so bluntly.

‘…It’s my karma so I’ll have to deal with it.’

There is only one option that immediately comes to mind.

Acknowledging that he is an evil spirit and appealing to his emotions is nonsense so the only way is to get angry at him for being insulted and smash his head.

but….

‘No matter how much I think about it it’s strange.’

It’s not just that emotions have clouded my judgment.

I know Lotmiller well. If I truly thought I was an evil spirit we wouldn’t have had this conversation.

If I were to be honest he is like an herbivore.

Simply put this means that Rottmiller is not confident in his words.

Besides for some reason I don’t feel any malice.

I quickly decided on a position.

‘As expected it would be best to just insist and observe the situation.’

Of course I have no intention of making excuses and begging you to trust me.

Because that is not the path of a manly barbarian.

After breaking the silence for about 3 seconds I coldly opened my mouth.

“I hope you have another reason for insulting me Rotmiller.”

It’s like saying that because you are my precious colleague I’ll put up with it once and ask you why.

Actually if you think about it it wasn’t even a lie.

If it weren’t for Rotmiller my fist would have been flying towards my head a long time ago.

However this man just chuckled.

“He probably thought he was genuinely angry. “Before I knew you very well.”

“what?”

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“Oaths and honor. Aren’t you a person who is bound by ostentation and pretense? “I don’t have enough patience to be swayed by my emotions.”

Rotmiller knew me too well to push me into acting. The warrior’s oath which was like a cheat also won’t work.

Therefore I also changed my position a little.

“…I feel bad when I hear things like that from my colleagues.”

“Well I guess that’s right.”

Lot Miller shrugged his shoulders and drank the rest of his drink.

The atmosphere is much more relaxed than before.

“But you are so special.”

Rotmiller continued.

A barbarian reading a book.

A barbarian who is not buried in emotions.

A practical barbarian who values ​​other things more than honor. Most of them were points that could be glossed over by saying they were exceptional.

Except for the last one.

A barbarian who knows information that a warrior with less than a year of experience could never know.

“You said you heard a revelation in the maze.”

After returning to the Tower of the Sky I told my doubtful colleagues that I had heard a revelation from the ancestral god Behela.

First of all isn’t this a world where God exists?

Misha and the dwarf thought it was just like that.

Lott Miller who was worried didn’t say anything so he thought it went well at the time.

but….

“Who would believe me if I said something like that? I couldn’t believe it either. That’s why I thought you might be an evil spirit.”

Yeah I’ve been thinking like this ever since.

Well if you assume that I am an evil spirit everything will be explained.

That was the truth from the beginning.

But the situation was extremely positive.

“So that’s how it was but now it’s not like that?”

To my question Lot Miller nodded his head without hesitation and continued speaking.

“In the book I read evil spirits are described as beings who treat everyone in the world like puppets. “But you weren’t like that.”

Although he placed a low value on honor he cared enough for his fellow countrymen to advise and lead younger warriors.

He felt a sense of loss and anger at the death of his colleague.

An act that an ordinary evil spirit would never do.

Without making excuses the path I have walked has become a shield that protects me.

Well I think it was something else that completely removed Rottmiller’s suspicions.

“Besides didn’t the Star Goddess give you an oracle? “I saw it clearly with my own eyes so how could I doubt it?”

An oracle given by the star goddess Leatlas.

I was grumpy because the vines broke off in just one day but this was truly a godsend.

“Thanks to you I realized how narrow-minded I was. “The reason I thought you were an evil spirit was because I saw you through the eyes of a criminal.”

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No I saw it right there but…

I suppressed my wriggling conscience and continued to listen to Rotmiller.

“There are definitely people in this world who are especially loved by the gods. And history called them heroes.”

“…it’s too much.”

“Hehe I knew you would say that. Because we tend to underestimate ourselves. But at least I sincerely think so.”

I was speechless due to the sudden barrage of compliments from Rottmiller.

Isn’t it funny to admit that?

I put aside my shyness and asked the last thing I was curious about.

“But then why did you say that?”

Rotmiller does not think of me as an evil spirit.

It may have been like that before but it is like that now.

Why did Kang Soo throw a fastball saying it was an evil spirit?

The answer was completely unexpected.

“I wanted to give you some warning and advice.”

“Warning and advice?”

“Yes you are wise but you are also immature in this area. No matter how much you trust your colleagues you still need to hide yourself.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Aren’t we going to form a new team? Your specialness will inevitably stick out like an awl in your pocket. Maybe there will be someone who judges you like me.”

Rotmiller said.

Unless you can talk about the trust hide yourself as much as possible.

This will prevent any unexpected misfortune.

“As someone who has lived an ordinary life I really wanted to tell you this.”

“…I see. thanks. “I will always keep the advice you gave me in my heart.”

“Well it just so happened that I spoke for a long time. Let’s end this place. “I will carry Murad.”

That’s how Team Banpoon’s last drinking party ended.

Unlike usual we parted ways without making any promises about our next appointment.

“I hope the path you walk will be filled with light.”

Team Banpoon.

I am receiving so much from here.

***

My conversation with Rottmiller was informative.

It was not the advice he gave but the situation itself that alerted me.

Although it went well this time…

‘It could happen again at any time.’

There is no guarantee that it will be like this next time.

So I thought about it.

What if my colleagues are convinced that the person I am attached to is an evil spirit?

If you even have the evidence…

What should I do then?

“….”

I somehow didn’t say the correct answer.

Because that won’t change anything.

I will try to survive even if I have to become a terrible person.

‘…I guess I should be more careful.’

In order to prevent that tragedy I decided to be careful with my every move.

Just like when I first fell into this unfamiliar world.

Let’s calculate and move more thoroughly with the thought that the only one you can trust is yourself.

If you really care about them. Because it’s the right thing to do.

“What are you thinking Bjorn?”

“It’s no big deal.”

“Maybe I was drunk yesterday and said something strange…?”

The next morning after Team Banpoon’s last company dinner. I went out with Misha and headed to the main temple.

There was no need to go together but…

Anyway I have to stop by Commelbee again later.

“See you again. “Are you worried?”

As soon as I arrived at the temple I summoned Krovitz.

A young paladin in his early thirties with a questioning expression on his return visit after only two days.

I brought up the business straight away.

“It’s not that I have a problem but I have a favor to ask.”

“Please… just listen to it first.”

Dragon slayer sword. No the dragon sword is a precious treasure but I decided that having it would be nothing but trash.

“Let the twilight star guide us. “This will be very good news for them.”

Did they decide that it was for the public good?

Krovitz readily agreed and said he would arrange a meeting with them.

For me it was a story for another hour.

In the first place it was not only difficult for a rank 6 barbarian to meet the leadership of the dragon clan…

‘Since we’re meeting through a temple I don’t think they’ll think about beating up the reward or taking it away.’

“Once the date is set we will send a message to the address you provided.”

“Thank you for your concern.”

Okay then this problem is over.

I left the temple with Misha and got on the carriage heading to Commelby.

And as soon as I got off I headed to the central exchange.

It was a simple reason.

‘First I have to raise the spirit imprint first.’

If it becomes known that you received an oracle there is a possibility that you will be kicked out of the tribe.

So step 6 must be taken before that.

From level 6 onwards you need not just money but also materials.

“Are you registered for consignment sales?”

“I came because there was something I was looking for.”

I said that and submitted the previously prepared documents to the staff.

Immortal Heart.

A material that can be obtained with an extremely low probability from troll by-products obtained through ‘distortion’ magic.

Although it is expensive it is much more profitable to buy it if you have enough money. Even those who specialize in catching trolls only eat this item once every few months.

“There is a total of 1 item that meets the criteria. Would you like to confirm the information?”

The search fee is 3000 stones and the confirmed price is 18 million stones.

It’s gone up by 1 million stone since last time.

“…I won’t buy it.”

It was a little disappointing but I just played it cool and bought it.

Isn’t this an item that is in such short supply that there is only one on the entire exchange? If this sells out there is no guarantee when it will be available again.

‘If level 6 is this good you can say that from level 7 onwards you almost have to get it yourself.’

With that in mind I arrived at the storage facility and checked to see if there were any defects before receiving the item.

With this my purpose for today is over.

Next it was Misha’s turn.

“This time let’s change your sword too.”

“…Is this why you brought me here?”

Misha looked at me as if asking why you decided to do that but there was no major opposition.

It wasn’t strange.

He must have been slowly feeling the limits of steel.

“For the new team we are creating this time our goal is to reach the 6th floor so don’t think about saving money.”

“…If there’s something you like.”

Since it was a weapon that Misha would use she looked for a suitable item while discussing her opinions.

It took longer than expected.

It was agreed upon to purchase a longsword made of Iril a level 3 alloy made of mithril and steel but choosing a design was the problem.

“Ah so it’s not about choosing something pretty!”

“Okay let’s do it like that. Anyway go ahead and make your choice. For your information I think this looks good.”

“Ah I guess someone isn’t a barbarian. “You really think that all you have to do is be heavy right?”

While grunting Misha carefully chose her sword.

Did she say that she had to pay attention to things like the weight distribution and reach of the sword? As she talked I was quite surprised that she could even remember the name of a famous blacksmith shop.

He is also an explorer.

“Wow the day will come when I will use a sword worth 12 million stones each…”

“If we had just removed the enchantment we would have saved 4 million stones.”

“But if you’re going to buy something buy a good one! “I’ll use it for the rest of my life!”

Misha who had finished picking up her items from her storage held her sword as if it were a baby.

And she muttered as if making a promise.

“Ugh I really should use the remaining money sparingly….”

I tilted my head.

“Why are you saving money? “Save only the money you need and use everything else to buy and eat ‘beast blood.’”

“…huh?”

If a barbarian has a soul imprint a beastman has a soul water. The soul tree grows over time but that time is shortened when you consume ‘beast blood’.

“Didn’t I say it clearly earlier? “Don’t even think about saving money.”

“…Is it really okay to just use it like this?”

“It’s not just spending it’s investing for the future.”

Misha also said that it would be better to buy purified water but I didn’t think that was very reasonable. Most essences of grade 5 or higher cost tens of millions of stones.

There is no need to buy anything below that.

“You haven’t even unlocked the power of your soul tree yet. “I think it’s right to focus on that now.”

In the end with my strong persuasion Misha used all of her remaining assets minus her emergency fund to purchase ‘Blood of the Beast’.

They say they will take it later when they get home….

We will find out tomorrow whether any of the powers will be manifested.

“Then let’s go back quickly.”

After spending a few hours we returned to the living quarters.

It was around 8 PM.

The day was slowly setting and dusk was beginning to set.

‘The spirit imprint is over once you go to the shrine tomorrow morning and receive it…’

I organized one more thing to do until the next labyrinth opens.

Now there were three left.

1. Meet with the dragon people and return the dragon slayer sword.

2. Get information about Orculis and Noark.

3. Build a new team.

Ah now that I think about it I didn’t ask him about this.

When I thought about it I immediately asked.

“Misha is there anything you particularly want or do when looking for a colleague?”

First of all we roughly decided what kind of composition would fill the remaining three positions. However it was necessary to listen to Misha’s words as well.

First of all not only is he an original member but…

Your career as an explorer is much longer than mine.

I thought I might be able to get advice in an area I hadn’t even thought of.

“uh….”

Misha thought seriously and then carefully opened her mouth.

“Well… I hope it’s not this fairy.”

It was a request she had never thought of.