episode_0290

The uninvited guests who entered the inn were sweating coldly.

Some were even trembling, holding weapons.

Someone should have opened their mouth, but no one could make a sound.

Because the Barbaroi guy right in front of them was playing the lute.

Ting.

Tiri-ring.

You can tell even by listening for a moment.

Terrible playing skills.

Notes and beats playing as they please.

He’s a human who has never learned how to handle an instrument.

However.

No one pointed out that fact.

Why?

Because the half-blood Barbaroi, whom they had considered insignificant until now, was a famous warrior in the Labyrinth City.

His skill in handling instruments may be poor.

But his swordsmanship must be no joke.

Thus.

The men stood awkwardly and listened to Jung Yoo-shin’s bizarre performance to the end.

A pig-like middle-aged man opened his mouth.

“Well, that was a great performance.”

“Thank you. I put my heart into it.”

“…You played so hard, what’s the name of the song?”

After thinking for a while, Jung Yoo-shin opened his mouth.

“Labyrinth.”

The men trembled slightly at Jung Yoo-shin’s answer.

Chills.

Goosebumps crawled up their spines, brushed past their necks.

They realized.

This man.

He most appropriately expressed the labyrinth, where you never know what will pop out, with music.

They thought his lute skills were terrible, but was even that a deception?

What on earth is the essence of this half-blood Barbaroi?

People became increasingly confused by Jung Yoo-shin’s unpredictable behavior.

Jung Yoo-shin looked around at the men and opened his mouth.

“Tell me exactly what you’re looking for.”

One of his subordinates stealthily lowered his weapon.

“Will you spare us if we tell you?”

“I’ll kill you comfortably.”

“…”

The fat man and Zern exchanged glances.

Zern grabbed his Elven-style single-edged sword and stepped forward.

“Attack.”

“L, leader.”

The flustered subordinates stammered.

Zern raised a finger and pointed at Jung Yoo-shin.

“We’re all going to die anyway. Look at that guy’s eyes. He’s the type to chase us to the end of the world and kill us all. If we rush him all at once, we have a chance.”

The subordinates surrounded Jung Yoo-shin with half doubts, half expectations. Because there was no other way.

Jung Yoo-shin got up and handed the lute to Malakai.

“Take good care of it. If even a drop of blood splatters on the lute, you’re dead too.”

“Yes…yes!”

Jung Yoo-shin moved his feet and stood in the middle of the inn hall.

Mace, dagger, longsword, hammer, waraxe, spear.

The mercenaries were holding various weapons.

Some were even retreating and loading crossbows.

Jung Yoo-shin relaxed his arms and stood quietly.

“…”

The suffocating silence was brief.

With one glance from Zern, the battle began.

Thud!!!

A bolt flying towards his head.

He tilted his head to avoid the bolt.

“Dieeeee!!!”

At the same time, the men rushed in immediately.

‘Two in front.’

Mace and dagger.

Jung Yoo-shin moved faster than light, snatched the mace and dagger, and swung them.

Bang!!!

Bang!!!

The heads of the two subordinates who were rushing in front exploded like fireworks and they collapsed.

Thud thud thud.

Brain fluid, skull fragments, eyeballs, and blood fell to the floor.

He threw the dagger and pierced the forehead of the guy loading the crossbow.

Jung Yoo-shin took a backstep and twisted his body.

A guy stabbing in from the side with an arming sword.

While dodging, he grabbed the guy’s hand and twisted it.

Crack crack crack!!!

The guy whose wrist bones were crushed screamed.

“Kaaaaaaack!!!”

“You little brat, quit being so dramatic.”

He grabbed the arming sword and lifted it.

It’s been a while since he’s held a one-handed sword.

“This feeling, it’s refreshing.”

He swung it and cut off the screaming guy’s neck.

Slice!!!

Blood gushed from the cleanly severed cross-section of the neck.

Pshaaaaaaaat!!!

As the guy’s head flew spinning and landed on the floor.

A bolt flew in again from among the people.

Thud!!! Thud!!!

Jung Yoo-shin didn’t even blink an eye and deflected the bolts by swinging the arming sword.

Clang!!! Clang!!!

Jung Yoo-shin gripped the arming sword in reverse and walked slowly.

The subordinates shouted, whether it was a battle cry or a scream, and rushed towards Jung Yoo-shin.

“Haaaaaaack!!!”

“Dieeeee!!!”

Jung Yoo-shin stepped forward and threw himself into the midst of the subordinates.

When he saw an opening, he swung the mace to crush bones and heads.

He stabbed the arming sword into vital points.

Blood and screams echoed through the inn.

Malakai watched the scene with trembling eyes.

How can he move so freely among 20 men without even blinking an eye?

Moreover, there was no mercy in his hands.

He even killed the subordinates who realized the situation and begged for their lives.

Jung Yoo-shin raged like a storm, meticulously severing their breaths one by one.

Only 2 minutes.

That was the time it took for the clean inn to become dirtied with blood, internal organs, severed limbs, and heads.

Jung Yoo-shin swung his sword to shake off the blood.

Shakes.

Jung Yoo-shin looked at the arming sword and clicked his tongue.

The blade, losing its sharpness with blood and fat caked on it.

“Look at all that grease. You must have been eating well.”

He threw the arming sword on the floor and looked at the last two remaining men.

They should have intervened during the battle, but they didn’t move at all. Of course, he knew why they were just watching.

“You’ve figured out all my abilities?”

“…”

The men couldn’t say anything to Jung Yoo-shin’s question.

They don’t know what abilities this half-blood Barbaroi has.

They heard he uses Sacred Weapon.

But the Barbaroi in front of them didn’t use any abilities, let alone Sacred Weapon, while killing the subordinates.

They were confused.

What ability did he use, after all?

His swordsmanship was the same.

It seemed like he learned it from a renowned swordsman.

But it also seemed like he hadn’t learned it at all.

They tried to figure out his skills by sending the subordinates first.

But they couldn’t find out anything until they all died.

Instead, they felt like they were facing an even more difficult problem.

“Which of you two is higher up?”

“…!”

At Jung Yoo-shin’s question, the fat middle-aged man opened his mouth.

“Zern, step forward.”

“···I understand.”

Zern stood in front of Jung Yoo-shin and gripped the handle of his single-edged sword tightly.

Jung Yoo-shin stared at Zern blankly, then scratched his head.

‘This is quite something.’

Suddenly, a drawing sword stance.

“…”

Has he really achieved engraving linkage?

Jung Yoo-shin looked at the skinny man in his 30s and opened his mouth.

“Zern.”

“…”

Zern said nothing.

He had a very nervous expression.

Moreover.

‘His hands are trembling.’

Jung Yoo-shin, who sensed victory, took a step.

“Zern, relax your face.”

At that moment.

Zern’s eyebrows twitched and the veins in his wrist bulged.

The moment the sword was about to be pulled from its scabbard.

‘Now.’

Jung Yoo-shin moved like lightning and reached out his hand.

Ttaaaaaack!!!

Jung Yoo-shin’s palm struck the end of Zern’s sword handle.

The sword, which was about to come out of its scabbard, returned to its original place.

Zern trembled as he looked at the Barbaroi who was right in front of him.

A feat that no one has ever seen before.

He tried to draw his sword, but it was blocked by the Barbaroi’s hand.

Jung Yoo-shin was just as surprised.

‘Has he gotten this strong?’

He physically felt the performance of the level up, which he was half doubtful about.

However.

Jung Yoo-shin smiled faintly without showing it.

“Zern, you’re slow. Aren’t you ashamed of the nickname ‘Thunder Blade’?”

“Hooo!!! Hooo!!!”

Zern seemed to sense death and began to breathe heavily.

“Tell me honestly. You’re not Zern, are you?”

“…”

Zern didn’t open his mouth, but his eyes said everything.

“Tsk. I knew it. There’s no way a loser like you would have such a grand nickname.”

Jung Yoo-shin made a hand blade and pierced Zern’s chest.

Pudeudeudeuk!!!

His hand pierced through the ribs, pierced Zern’s heart, and protruded out of his back.

“Kkeoeoeoeoeok!!!”

Zern screamed his last and collapsed.

Jung Yoo-shin shook his hand to shake off the blood and looked down at the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

“So what’s your name?”

“Heoeoe…heoeoe…!”

The middle-aged man gasped for breath and then fainted.

“Geez.”

Jung Yoo-shin scratched his head and looked at Malakai.

“The smell of blood is strong. Clean it up.”

“Yes.”

Malakai got up from his seat, moved a few steps, then collapsed to the floor and started vomiting.

“Uweeeeeeeck!!!”

Jung Yoo-shin pointed to the warehouse.

“Malakai, there’s a rag and a sack in the warehouse, so bring them, wipe the floor, and put the arms and legs and heads in the sack.”

“Hooo!!! Keuheoeoeot!!!”

“Answer.”

“Yes!!! Uweeeeeeeck!!!”

Malakai answered loudly and tried to get up from his seat, but slipped on the floor and rolled around.

“A lot of blood spilled. Be careful not to dirty the floor.”

“Yes!!!”

Malakai staggered to the warehouse, brought the cleaning supplies, and cleaned the floor.

“Don’t go to the well, do the laundry outside. It’s raining cats and dogs.”

“Yes!!!”

Jung Yoo-shin dragged the fainted middle-aged man over, sat him down opposite him, and picked up the lute.

After playing the lute for a while, strumming it.

Matthias and Radamant entered the inn.

Radamant’s eyes widened for a moment.

“W, what is this…?!”

It seemed like he had only left his seat for a moment, but the inn had become a sea of blood in no time.

Remaining pieces of flesh and body parts were rolling on the inn floor.

Malakai was vomiting and cleaning the floor.

“S, Sky, what on earth is going on?”

Radamant asked as he approached.

Jung Yoo-shin shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know either. I’m about to ask him now.”

Jung Yoo-shin raised his hand and slapped the fat middle-aged man on the cheek.

Splaash!!!

The middle-aged man’s head turned and he rolled off the chair onto the floor.

“Keoheoheot!!!”

The man opened his eyes and trembled.

Jung Yoo-shin pointed to the chair.

“How long are you going to sleep? Come and sit down.”

The middle-aged man staggered to his feet and sat down next to Jung Yoo-shin.

“Name.”

“Pardon?”

“What’s your name.”

“It’s Dobi.”

Isn’t it cute for the name of a fat middle-aged man?

“Dobi, do you want to be free?”

Dobi’s eyes widened.

“Pardon? Yes.”

“Tell me everything that’s happened so far.”

At Jung Yoo-shin’s request, Dobi explained hesitantly.

Jung Yoo-shin, who had been listening for a while, nodded his head.

“You guys, the Red Storm Mercenary Corps, are guys who do various businesses on the eastern alliance territory and the imperial border? You were staying outside the Labyrinth City and came after hearing the call of the Vaisis Clan?”

“Yes.”

Vaisis Clan, huh?

For some reason, it didn’t feel good.

‘Let’s put that aside.’

Jung Yoo-shin continued the questions.

“What kind of business?”

“We do anything if it makes money.”

“Tell me in detail about the ‘item’ you mentioned.”

“I don’t know exactly either. I just heard a rumor that a magic tool that can move a long distance at once appeared.”

“What does it look like?”

“I heard it looks like a small compass.”

“…!”

Matthias and Radamant’s faces hardened.

Radamant turned his head and glared at Matthias.

“Matthias, you’ve caused quite a stir.”

Matthias hung his head like a sick chicken.

“I, I’m sorry.”

Jung Yoo-shin immediately grasped the context.

“Are you saying that the dimensional transfer magic tool was misrepresented as a space transfer magic tool and the rumor spread throughout the Labyrinth City?”

“That’s what it sounds like.”

Jung Yoo-shin turned his head and looked at Matthias.

“Matthias.”

“…”

“Please answer, Matthias.”

Matthias trembled.

“S, Sky, I’m sorry.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“…”

“Surely there’s a reason why you’re committing such a damn thing, right?”

Matthias bit his lip and glanced at Malakai and Dobi.

“…”

Is it a top secret that he can’t tell in front of others?

Jung Yoo-shin stroked the head of Dobi, who was sitting next to him.

“Dobi, go to the monster dismantling center and call for Big Nose.”

“Pardon? Am I going?”

“Yeah. Go quickly and bring him.”

Dobi hesitated.

“W, what if I run away?”

“Dobi, just try it once. Let’s see what happens.”

Dobi hesitated, then jumped up from his seat and ran out of the inn.

Jung Yoo-shin looked down at Malakai.

“Malakai.”

“Yes.”

“Go outside and stand for a while. Wash the rags too.”

“Yes.”

Malakai ran out with the blood-soaked rag.

“Now, let’s talk comfortably.”

Matthias opened his mouth.

“The master of the magic tower has gone missing in the labyrinth.”

“Keep talking.”

“We suspect that the master of the magic tower has moved to another dimension.”

“What’s the reason for thinking that?”

“The labyrinth was quite unstable at that time. Just like now.”

Jung Yoo-shin stroked his forehead.

The next leader of Barbaroi also went missing in the labyrinth.

The master of the magic tower also went missing in the labyrinth.

“You think he’s dead.”

“How can we see it that way? The master of the magic tower was our peer and our friend. We can’t just forget about it and let it go.”

Matthias and Radamant’s expressions were similar.

A face that yearns for someone dearly.

Unable to watch any longer, Jung Yoo-shin turned his head and looked at Malakai standing outside the inn.

He was diligently rubbing the blood-soaked rag while getting soaked in the pouring rain.

Jung Yoo-shin, who had been observing Malakai’s back for a while, slowly opened his mouth.

“So you hit me in the back of the head and are going to use that dimensional transfer magic tool to find the master of the magic tower?”

“I’m sorry. We were just going to appraise it and return it to you, but the moment it was identified as a dimensional transfer magic tool, we were blinded by greed and committed a sin.”

Matthias, with a haggard face, bowed deeply.

“It’s my fault. I’ll accept any punishment.”

Radamant, who had grasped the situation, also bowed to Jung Yoo-shin.

“We committed a shameful act. Sky, punish me instead.”

Jung Yoo-shin stared at the ceiling.

‘In the end, did he come all this way because of one person?’

For some reason.

The kind and warm herbal medicine shop grandpa wearing a pointy hat came to his mind.

He was a kind and warm grandpa.

Teaching him a strange massage was a bit of a turn-off, though.

‘I heard he was flirting with the grandma next door, I wonder how it went.’

Jung Yoo-shin sighed deeply.

“Hoo. I’ll only let you off this time. There will be no next chance.”

“Th, thank you!!!”

The two old men shouted with reddened eyes.

Jung Yoo-shin shook his head.

“First, cooperate in finding the lost magic tool.”

“Trust us and leave it to us!”

“Ah! And that magic tool appraisal isn’t finished yet, right? Because someone took it in the middle?”

“That’s right.”

“Do a thorough appraisal of the magic tool as well.”

“We will.”

“I need a talented woman from among the middle-level low-ranking mages. There’s someone I know who needs to form a party, but unfortunately, they don’t have a mage.”

“A, I understand.”

“And there’s a fox beastkin named Luna at that pharmacy, and she’s talented in summoning magic, right? Put a good teacher on her side. You guys prepare all the textbooks.”

“Oh…um.”

“Oh, and you know that I’m a sponsor of the Children’s Love Clan, right? Go there and see if there are any talented children, and take them and raise them. If there are none, give them a generous donation.”

“…?”

“My heart is very upset, so prepare a few decent magic scrolls. If there are good magic tools, my uncomfortable feelings will be ‘slightly’ relieved. Oh, and while you’re at it, clean up this inn too. The smell of blood is so strong that I can’t sleep. I’ll tell you the rest when I think of it later.”

“…”

The two old men kept their mouths shut and remained silent.

Jung Yoo-shin tilted his head.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Is there anything uncomfortable?”

“Oh, no! W, we’ll leave everything to our magic tower!”

Radamant barely said, his cheeks twitching.

Jung Yoo-shin nodded his head, got up from his seat, and placed his hands on Matthias and Radamant’s shoulders.

“Gentlemen, I’m counting on you. Now that I think about it, today was a lucky day.”

Tap. Tap.

The two magic tower elders trembled their shoulders while sitting in their chairs.

They realized for sure.

That they.

‘That Barbaroi guy has us wrapped around his finger!’

Jung Yoo-shin called out to Malakai, who was standing outside in the pouring rain.

“Malangkau, come in. What are you doing standing there in the rain? You’ll catch a cold.”

“Yes!”

Malakai hurriedly came in and began to wipe the floor diligently with a rag.

Jung Yoo-shin watched the gradually stopping rain with his hands behind his back.

“After all, people have to live kindly.”

Malakai raised his head sharply.

“Pardon?”

Jung Yoo-shin waved his hand.

“Work.”

“Yes.”

Dawn passed midnight.

A small smile appeared on Jung Yoo-shin’s face.