Surviving the Game as a Barbarian – 391



Episode 391: Captain Barbarian (1)

Erwenpyo The first floor living room of the mansion where CCTV was installed.

Three women are sitting on the sofa sipping tea.

“It was my first time hearing about this special unit consisting of 30 people. That means things are being carried out in complete secrecy.”

Amelia followed Raven’s muttering.

“As the war has become longer the royal family seems to be looking for a way to turn the situation around.”

“yes. “Considering the value of the names of the nominees mentioned by the Marquis I wonder whether it is really possible for them to be grouped into one team.”

“But I’m sure that part is correct. “I heard the marquis said that.”

“Then it would be more correct to think that they are planning something big enough to require that much power.”

While the two discussed and exchanged words in serious voices Erwen did not seem to be particularly interested in the situation.

“You didn’t like it too sweet right? Please eat this. “I bought something plain on purpose.”

“Ah thank you.”

As I was eating the peanut cookie Erwen gave me Raven looked at me with her dissatisfied eyes.

It seems he didn’t like the idea of ​​just explaining the situation and staying silent.

I swallowed roughly what I was chewing and then opened my mouth.

“Raven so what are you going to do?”

“…How do you do it?”

“I told you so. “There are two seats left including me Erwen Emily and the dragon people the Marquis named.”

“ah….”

“I wish you were here too.”

When asked directly Raven averted her gaze with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“I want to help on the front line but I think it will be difficult right now.”

The answer was inevitably a little disappointing.

“…okay?”

I tried not to show it as much as possible but Raven must have sensed that kind of attitude so I explained the situation without even asking.

“Recently Commander Pevrosk has been called here and there more often both on the battlefield and in the city. But in this situation if I leave there will be no one to manage the magic corps…”

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Anyway to be sincere.

Well this kind of attitude shows that he was trustworthy as a colleague.

I didn’t want to look so discouraged even though it wasn’t my fault so I quickly ended the topic.

“Why are you making excuses? “It can’t be helped if you’re busy.”

“thank you. “For understanding.”

“I understand go to sleep it’s not your job to make excuses.”

“….”

Anyway with this Raven’s recruitment went through the cracks.

How do we fill the remaining two positions?

As I was worrying Amelia spoke to me in her soft voice.

“Schuitz do you think the team needs a navigator?”

“Well since we’ll be traveling on a large warship anyway I don’t think there’s any need.”

“…I see.”

Amelia nodded her head without saying anything but her aura was somehow strange. Did she really want to take the semi-underground navigator Au Yan with her?

No matter how fun sailing is there is something called TPO…

“I think it would be better to leave Auyen alone for a while. “It may be needed again when the war is over.”

“i get it. “I was worried because I haven’t been eating well lately but I think I can walk more than usual.”

“…Okay that will work.”

Then this concludes the navigator’s problem.

“But Raven do you know anything about that dragon woman?”

“no. This is my first time hearing the name Ravien. Still I’ll go back and find out. “Because the leader might be different.”

“Yes please.”

Afterwards Raven who had finished her tea left saying she had some business to attend to and from then on the three of us discussed which of the candidates the Marquis had told us about who we should add to the team.

Although the two were always at odds the first colleague easily reached an agreement.

“I think we might need a wizard first.”

“I am of the same opinion. “There are so many inconvenient things to do without a wizard.”

Replenishment of the magician position left vacant due to Raven’s recruitment failure.

and….

“Is there one seat left?”

“After all wouldn’t a new building be good?”

If possible put a priest in the last place.

I concluded that if it was difficult it would be better to fill in the support type of magician.

Well I am enough as a tank Amelia is good for melee damage Erwen is for long range damage and a wizard is also coming in.

It was decided that it would be better to focus more on the melee line while preparing for variables as a support magician.

It was all reasonable so I easily agreed.

Except for the last thing.

“Then the magician is this person and the priest is this person. If the priest says he can’t come I think the magician will be good with this person!”

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Erwen clearly expressed her opinion pointing to names one by one on the list of candidates she compiled during the conversation.

And the problem here is…

“Oh they’re all men?”

It was just a response to something I said without much thought.

“Well… there are too many women next to you right?”

“…huh?”

Anyway is it reasonable to only choose men for that reason?

I glanced next to her as if hoping for her help but contrary to my expectations Amelia only nodded her head.

It was as if she was extremely empathetic.

“I think it would definitely be better to choose a man.”

“…Why?”

“Because you can’t judge properly when women get involved.”

What are you saying about this guy again?

What an iron-blooded man I am.

If he had to kill a woman or a man he always chopped off their heads equally.

The first player killed in the glacier cave was also a woman.

“Emily I think there was some strange misunderstanding. Why on earth did you think that?”

When I asked the question as if it was unfair Amelia answered immediately without much hesitation.

“Because it was like that to me too.”

What happened to my image to these people?

***

There are ten days left until the next labyrinth opens.

Amelia who had been stopping by the commercial city every day since she returned to the city finally finished disposing of her loot.

To put it simply she is finally able to organize her final income from this expedition….

“… if you take her change and calculate it it’s 350 million stone.”

It is a truly outrageous amount of money.

At the same time her magic stone income alone was an income that was difficult to achieve with this number of floors no matter how many floors she climbed.

She said ‘Is it natural that we just robbed an entire 6th floor clan?’

Still it is surprising to hear the amount.

She didn’t even get her full price for the broken ships and decided to keep the largest ship for later use rather than sell it.

If we sold just this boat our total income would have tripled.

“Then what do we do with this cash?”

Amelia who disposed of her belongings more diligently than anyone else asked me about my intention and I answered without a moment of hesitation.

“Of course we share it equally.”

“Then each person would take a little over 110 million stones.”

Amelia smiles for the first time in a long time saying that with this amount she can buy the weapon she has been eyeing for a long time.

However it didn’t take long for that smile to fade.

“Rather than thinking about changing weapons I want you to pay me back first.”

Erwen’s voice was too cold to be considered as something she had said to her colleague.

Of course the request itself was reasonable.

The deal got a little complicated though since it was Amelia who pledged my demon crusher to her bank.

With that money Amelia purchased her essence and she was unable to repay the money so she had to take out a loan using Erwen’s house as collateral.

“There must still be some time left to repay the debt…?”

“I thought that if I spent that much I would never be able to repay it within that period. And it’s better to pay off your debt quickly in the first place right?”

“…How much is it?”

“Of course everything. “I think I’ll be able to repay it all if I save up all the money I earned this time.”

“….”

At Erwen’s words Amelia looked up at me like a puppy with her tail drooping.

Just by looking at them their eyes are looking for help.

But what can I do here?

“…Let’s buy weapons next time.”

“Last time I asked if I could switch weapons you promised me it was okay.”

“Things have changed a bit haven’t they? “I’m sure you would have agreed to not sell the biggest ship and go on board it right?”

“That’s because… even if it’s not the 6th floor there will be times when you need a ship.”

“Yes I did. Just wait a few more months. “At that time I will also contribute money.”

“….”

Amelia was so upset that she didn’t even respond.

However judging from the way he quietly exhaled while looking at the window he seems to have some understanding of the current situation.

What should I give him to get out of this situation?

It seemed like he had no particular interest in delicious food—

“Did someone come outside?”

huh? People?

I was curious about what Erwen said so I went outside and saw that it was someone from the Marquis. He was a well-built man but he was wearing street clothes so it was hard to tell if he was a knight.

The conversation we had was extremely short just a few words.

“This is a letter from the Marquis.”

“Ah thank you for telling me.”

After quickly returning home I checked the letter.

I don’t know if it was the Marquis’ personality or because I the recipient of the letter was a barbarian but the content of the letter was extremely short and concise.

[The shaman problem has been resolved. I will send someone tomorrow morning so come with me.]

Yes I have finally reached level 7 of spirit imprinting.

***

The next morning.

As soon as the day dawned I left home and headed to the imperial capital in the carriage sent by the Marquis.

Originally the distance would have been 6 hours by carriage but this time using the military platform it was possible to depart in the morning and arrive in the morning.

‘It’s really comfortable….’

We arrived at the mansion without even having time to take a nap.

However this time I was unable to meet the Marquis.

I heard you entered the palace early in the morning because you had work to do?

Well the Marquis wasn’t just an unemployed person living in a corner of his house he was the Prime Minister of a country so he must have been busy all the time.

In fact it was correct to believe that the reason I was able to talk to him alone so often recently was because the Marquis cared so much about me.

Even though we only talked about it in the evening or at a meal.

‘Well it’s easier for me not to look.’

Anyway I followed the guide of the marquis and arrived at the office located on the third floor of the main building…

“….”

The Prime Minister’s son who was doing paperwork looked at me and made an awkward expression. Then when the guide left and the two of us were left alone she said hello.

“…Thank you for your hard work on the long journey Baron Yandel.”

The tone itself is polite and seems to be dealing with an equal audience but it gives off a somewhat intimidating atmosphere.

Oh is it because you don’t make eye contact when talking?

“You can even call it a hardship. Thanks to you I came here comfortably. How about your body? Fortunately his facial bones seem to have been put together well….”

“…As you can see it’s okay now.”

“That’s good.”

“Oh and I couldn’t say this last time. “I apologize for my rudeness earlier.”

As I listened to Eltora the prime minister’s son I almost burst out laughing without realizing it.

Actually I know that’s just politeness.

Even so should I say that it’s a bit funny that the person who got hit in the middle of the night apologizes for being rude?

“It’s okay isn’t it in the past anyway? “I finished that conversation with the Marquis a long time ago so don’t say anything more.”

“Thank you so much for saying that. “Thanks to you it lightened my heart.”

“So what about the shaman?”

“He’s waiting in the other room. When you go out Lenia… the maid in front of her will guide her.”

Then you just have to move later and get the spirit imprint and that’s it. There seemed to be no reason to move in a hurry so I checked a few things I was curious about.

“But how did you bring the shaman?”

“It is said that your father directly asked the barbarian chieftain for a favor. “There is someone who needs to be soul imprinted so please send a shaman.”

“Hmm if I did that you’d probably think it was suspicious?”

“I heard it wasn’t really like that. “Just because they’re barbarians doesn’t mean they can all come and go to the Holy Land freely right?”

“Ah did you mean to say that he was a warrior who was kicked out of the tribe?”

That was the first possibility that came to mind.

But in response to my question Eltora shook her head.

“I said he was a barbarian born and raised in the city.”

“…I see.”

I accepted that statement without saying anything.

Come to think of it there were cases like that.

Barbarians aren’t that different from humans.

When you live in a city for a long time you become immersed in the city’s culture and become less tied to its traditions.

I heard that in extreme cases there are quite a few cases where children are raised directly rather than sent to a sacred place.

“Anyway then there won’t be any problem. “Thank you for handling it well.”

“Isn’t it in our interest to help the baronet?”

“Okay then see you next time.”

Since all my doubts were resolved I ended the conversation and left the room. Then the servant who was waiting in front immediately guided me to the front of the room where the shaman was.

“I am not allowed to guide you from here on.”

Simply put it means that only I can go inside.

As soon as I open the door and enter the furniture has been completely removed and cigarette smoke fills the empty room welcoming me.

In the center of the room there was a space covered by a cloth and a person could be seen in silhouette sitting upright.

‘It’s been almost 3 years since I met my shaman lover….’

As I slowly approached I felt nervous for some reason.

No matter how much the Marquis spices it up he’s sure to recognize who I am when he eventually meets the shaman.

Well with his shaman tendencies I think he would keep the secret from the chieftain when I explained my situation.

I’m not sure—

“Are you here?”

At that time I heard a voice from beyond the cloth and I stopped walking.

“My fellow countrymen who grew up in civilization.”

What is this childish voice?

Whi profit.

Soon the cloth was pulled aside to reveal a tattooed barbarian wearing an eyepatch.

The last time I saw him his eyes were still intact but it wasn’t difficult to recognize who it was.

A young disciple whom I saw several times whenever I was looking for a shaman.

“Are you nervous after meeting the shaman you’ve been looking forward to? “The beating of my excited heart can be heard all the way here.”

What are you saying about this guy again?

‘Anyway I didn’t expect this situation.’

Where is Grandpa Shaman going and is he here?