Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 195



Episode 195: Biffron (5)

Auril Gavis. This person is from at least 150 years ago.

The other day when he asked Raven to specify a year it turned out that the paper from that time was written in ‘Gyun Hae-rok’.

That makes it even more surprising.

‘…That bastard is alive?’

I thought he was definitely dead.

Of course now I don’t know why.

He is the creator of [Dungeons & Stones] and is the most likely culprit in sending countless players including me to this world…

This place is as the word suggests a fantasy world itself.

Of course there is a possibility that he is alive.

Didn’t the Yongin tribe alone live for hundreds of years?

Exciting!

When I realized this my heart pounded greatly.

It felt a little different than when I first heard that name.

A sound that carries the meaning of anticipation not surprise.

Exciting!

If that bastard is really alive.

So if only I could find him and meet him.

There may be a way to return to the original world. The clue to the vague ‘return’ has appeared before our eyes for the first time.

‘…Let’s calm down.’

He tried to suppress his racing heart and regain his composure.

That’s because you can inflate your expectations and turn on the hope circuit later before going to bed.

For now it is better to focus on the present.

“Barbarian you are definitely unique.”

Amelia looked at me and said something meaningful.

For a moment she wondered if she had been exposed for saying ‘I just pretended to know’.

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but….

“Should I say there is a lot of conflict? Even after going through something like that you can make a joke in front of me. “Aren’t you… scared of me?”

Now that I look at it I think it was just amazing.

Or maybe it felt a little awkward to have this kind of conversation because I had never met someone like this in my life.

The important thing is that fortunately it went well.

This is why I have to live like a crazy person all the time. Then no matter what you do it won’t look strange.

“What are you talking about human woman? “I am not a barbarian but Bjorn son of Yandel.”

“Yes Bjorn Yandel.”

Amelia chuckled.

To me it felt like a sign that I could now rest assured.

In that sense next question.

“But is he a man or a woman?”

“It’s a man.”

“Could he have been disguised as a woman?”

“Well maybe not. In the records it was written that he was a person with strong male chauvinism.”

“You mean you wouldn’t do something like that regardless of your ability. So what about a child? “Can you disguise it that way?”

“…I wouldn’t do it when I’m too young.”

“What is the basis?”

“Because he was a person who valued face.”

“I see.”

I nodded and asked quietly.

“But why are you looking for him?”

A follow-up question after finishing the easy questions that I had no choice but to answer.

I saw it in a book.

Are you saying that if you ask a question this way you are more likely to get an answer?

Of course it was unclear whether it would work in practice but…

However there is no reason not to try it.

In fact the answer came soon enough.

“…It’s personal business.”

Personal business.

A word that modern people often use when they draw a line between something they don’t want to say or something they don’t want to talk about.

This is also something you say when you want to gloss over something.

However since he said this I still don’t know.

[You don’t need to know that.]

[Why do I have to answer?]

Although I refuse to answer in this way I have never lied to cover up.

Is that why?

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I think it might not be a directive from Noark but rather personal business.

‘Well that’s not what’s important anymore.’

Auril Gavis.

If he is really in Bifron he must be found.

Because he has a mountain of things he wants to ask.

***

After the conversation Amelia said she would stop by the city and return at night.

She said she had business over there in the afternoon?

At first it felt so natural that I ended up nodding her head without thinking…

“Wait a minute how are we going to get to the city? “Is there any way to avoid the guards’ eyes?”

“There is a secret passage under the sewer.”

She would have been sorry if she hadn’t grabbed him again and asked.

She said there was a secret passageway leading to the city!

“Can you tell me that too?”

“Hmm.”

“What are you worrying about? “It’s like you asked me a favor that I couldn’t handle.”

“…Okay I’ll let you know.”

When I hinted that I was assisting in the search for ‘Auryl Gavis’ Amelia willingly revealed her secret passage.

Rather she seemed relieved.

Does this mean I have no debt anymore?

‘Thanks to you I got something good.’

A kind of right of passage that allows you to come to Biffron later if you want. Of course I have no intention of using this passage during my exile.

I also know that I tend to stand out.

If you go out for no reason and get caught things will be a headache.

The driver who sent me in was the only one who warned me.

You can do anything but just don’t escape.

“Then come back.”

“Are you coming?”

“Didn’t you say you’d come back later that night?”

“Yes I did….”

She went down to the bottom of the sewer together to receive information about the location of the secret passage and saw Amelia off in front of her.

She then checked her watch and saw that it had already been three hours since she had given the assembly order. Therefore she secretly headed to the meeting place asking directions from people around her.

A dimensional plaza that was once bustling with explorers.

“Hey do you know anything? Why did the boss suddenly call us all? “What are those Western Union guys over there?”

“I’m not a ‘hey.’”

“…?”

“I’m your boss.”

“What do you mean—”

“Rebuttals are not permitted.”

I made my way through the crowd to the center.

From time to time members of the Western Union recognized me and greeted me.

“insect!!!”

Okay this is it.

“what…?”

The Western Union members kneeling before me and the Easterners just making puzzled expressions.

Still it was easier to get to the center because the path was clear.

“Are you here? “Go up there.”

After reaching the center I headed to the podium with the assistance of Squidward whom I had reunited with.

Did you prepare in advance because you thought you would need it?

‘You’re good at that for once.’

For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to take him outside and have him do some housekeeping work.

There must be a secret passage. It would be a waste to take him here only right?

If you get caught by a guard you won’t end up with a fine.

With that in mind I was about to climb up to the podium.

Kwazijic.

The stairs made of wooden planks were shattered.

These thin boards cannot support the weight of me and the equipment.

I said unable to hide my devastation.

“Jingjing how did this happen?”

“sorry.”

An apology that was immediately spit out without a single excuse.

I relaxed a little but…

The guy who created this platform is clearly a barbarian hater. Otherwise it would have been designed to be strong enough for even a barbarian to climb.

Yes that means.

“This assumption is a harmful assumption.”

“yes. “I will burn it right now.”

Squidward brought a torch and lit the platform on fire.

When a liquid presumed to be oil was poured on top flames soared and the three-story high platform was immediately covered in fire.

It’s like having a campfire.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrva!

It warms my heart like a warm fire.

There was no one around me back then but what about me now?

Aren’t there more than a thousand subordinates with him?

“Then what will you do?”

“The founding ceremony will proceed as is.”

“The founding ceremony… Yes that’s right. So gather them all in one place….”

“It’s obvious but you didn’t know?”

“sorry.”

I tapped Squidward on the shoulder to show forgiveness and then [jumped] high.

The destination was the rooftop of a nearby four-story building.

Kwaaang-!

There was some damage to the roof floor but fortunately it didn’t break.

I felt somehow fortunate.

It would be a shame to lose face if you jumped beautifully and fell through the floor.

‘Is this why a place makes a person?’

Without realizing it I try to maintain my dignity.

“Keuhumhum.”

Anyway as I headed towards the railing I could see the crowds of people gathered in the square at a glance creating a spectacular view.

Now it is time to begin the founding ceremony in earnest.

“Behel—laaaaaaaaa!!!!!”

I sang

“Behel—laaaaaaa!!!”

The Western Union members who were a day senior immediately chorused.

The eastern guys just blinked and looked.

I looked at them wondering what kind of crazy sight this was.

I clicked my tongue briefly.

“Tsk.”

There’s still a lot to teach.

***

After the founding ceremony to imprint the new boss’s face on the members of the organization I called out Jingjing and Pakppaggi and gave them one instruction.

“Check the backs of everyone in Biffron. And bring me all the guys with tattoos.”

Oh of course women and children under the age of 14 who could not pass the ‘certification’ were excluded and a total of 37 suspects were brought before me before the first day was over.

but….

“This is not a tattoo.”

Amelia who returned at night checked each of them and shook her head.

Okay it can’t be this easy.

In order to increase efficiency I split up with Squidward the vice leader of the ‘Behel-Ra Alliance’ and on the second and third days even more suspects were caught.

Of course this time too the person I was looking for was not there.

Even though the quantity increased the quality also decreased.

“I think this is a birthmark not a tattoo.”

“That’s right. “How did this happen?”

“I will correct it.”

To put it simply it means that he will also seek out subordinates for the sake of efficiency.

Fortunately I guess it was done well so starting the next day there were fewer cases of people bringing in tattoos that didn’t work.

Day 4 Day 5.

Two more days passed like that.

As expected there was no significant income.

In the first place it was funny that a big name like ‘Auril Gavis’ could be found using such a simple and ignorant method.

But what can you do?

‘I should at least try this. ‘It’s not like there is a better way.’

Even if it’s like looking for a needle in the desert if there’s a chance that the needle will help me return home it’s worth a try.

So I continued my search.

Of course I changed the method a little bit.

It’s nothing special but ‘compensation’ was added.

“Anyone who fails to meet their daily quota receives mental training that night.”

Some people may ask how this can be compensated but human happiness is always relative.

Simply put if you live better than others that is your reward.

Wouldn’t there have been happy people in primitive times who ate raw meat and slept naked in caves?

Day 6 Day 7 Day 8….

After that time passed without stopping.

However there was no sign of Auril Gavis showing up and I gradually gave up my expectations to some extent.

It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t disappointed because it was the first clue to returning…

There was a real reason why I wanted to help him in the first place.

So I decided to focus on that.

None other than Amelia Lane Wales.

What on earth is this woman doing?

She dug up information by talking to Amelia whom she met every day through ‘Auril Gavis’.

Surprisingly she was good at answering questions.

Although it was limited to information of low importance.

“I don’t eat foods containing wheat. “For some reason my skin is itching.”

Are you allergic to wheat?

If you have a hobby it’s reading.

While she answered those questions without difficulty she avoided answering questions about who the barbarian she once owed money to was and what happened.

“You don’t need to know that.”

“But I’m curious. For a woman like you to be so embarrassed she must have been a great warrior! “Tell me what kind of person she was!”

“… If I were to be specific she was a little similar to you.”

Uncharacteristically she added military words at the end but it was not meaningful information.

Isn’t he the same barbarian?

There are bound to be some similarities.

Anyway with such natural chatter perhaps the hurdle has also been lowered a bit?

“Why are you looting? To be honest I don’t really suit you.”

“It doesn’t suit you?”

Amelia may be a bit sensitive but she questions questions rather than getting angry.

I typed the lines I had prepared without difficulty.

“Since then I have met many marauders besides you. After that I became more certain. “You are not the kind of person who would kill someone for money.”

“…That’s funny. “What do you know about me?”

“I don’t know. But I know that at your level there are many ways to make money even without looting.”

“….”

Amelia was silent for a moment.

And she briefly explained her situation.

“…I don’t usually do that.”

“Then what about then?”

“They… committed a crime that deserves death.”

“Do you mean it was a personal enmity?”

“okay.”

Amelia answers staring into space as if recalling her distant memories.

She was curious about the deeper circumstances beyond that but she could not hear what kind of resentment it was.

Amelia had come to her senses.

“I don’t know what I’m talking about to you.”

“Don’t make a fuss about something that doesn’t matter. Aren’t we going to break up in a few days anyway? “Because we are strangers there are things we can talk about.”

“I can talk about it because I’m a stranger….”

Amelia who was thinking about what I said seemed to have made a deep impression then laughed and stood up.

“You’re late. “I’ll just go now.”

“Are you coming tomorrow at this time too?”

“maybe.”

Amelia disappeared right before her eyes without making a single sign like when she arrived.

Ugh is that all for today?

She went out to the terrace to refresh herself for a moment.

The night view of Biffron was completely different from the city districts outside.

Streets and buildings buried in darkness without a single light.

‘There are only a few days left now.’

She sat in a rocking chair on the terrace and stared blankly into the darkness gathering her thoughts.

How long has it been since then?

I checked my watch and headed to the bedroom.

[23:57]

It was soon time to go to bed.

Well it will take a while for me to fall asleep.

“The character’s soul resonates and is drawn to a specific world.”

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