episode_0289
by fnovelpiaAs Jeong Yu-shin raised his hand, Radamant’s body flinched.
“Radamant, please calm down. What are you going to do to me with that vast amount of magic gathered in your left hand? Are you perhaps going to kill me?”
Barbaroi spoke in a gentle voice with a soft smile.
Radamant’s spine tingled.
‘A mistake!’
Scar.
Hybrid Barbaroi.
He had heard rumors that he was mentally unstable.
Even so.
To afford this much composure against a Maze Magic Tower Elder at their first meeting.
“Do, do you know that I am an Elder of the Maze Magic Tower?”
“Old man, you came in quite a hurry. Your robe is completely disheveled.”
Jeong Yu-shin gave an irrelevant answer and touched Radamant’s disheveled robe.
Swish. Sweesh.
As Scar’s hand moved from just below his neck to his chest.
Even Radamant couldn’t help but feel his heart drop.
It’s chilling.
Like the hand of a grim reaper.
Jeong Yu-shin fiddled with Radamant’s clothes for a while, then opened his mouth.
“Old man, I’m showing you courtesy because of Matthias’s face. If you keep going astray, I won’t stand for it.”
The eyes of Radamant, head of the Magic Tower’s Elemental Faction, shook violently.
“…”
There were dozens of spells to kill the arrogant Barbaroi in front of him, but he couldn’t even twitch a finger.
An unspoken pressure that if he moved even a little magic, his throat would be slit, crushed his heart.
Of course, he had several defensive artifacts on his body.
‘He saw through it just now.’
This sly Barbaroi, pretending to tidy up his clothes, touched his defense magic tools.
Just how far ahead is he seeing?
Radamant’s lips trembled.
Within the Magic Tower, there was a debate over whether this Barbaroi was crazy or not.
When he heard the words of Elder Matthias, the representative of the Summoning Faction, he thought he was definitely insane.
‘I didn’t have the eyes.’
This man is not crazy.
Jeong Yu-shin smiled and stared intently into Radamant’s eyes.
“You have a lot on your mind. What are you so worried about?”
A subtle question.
It was a low, soft voice as if trying to calm him down.
But in reality, cold sweat was dripping down Radamant’s forehead.
‘Isn’t he?’
I don’t know.
Looking at his gleaming eyes and erratic speech, he couldn’t be sure of his conclusion.
Why is such a person the next chief of the Barbaroi?
The Barbaroi of Lagna were warriors with some semblance of humanity.
From the next generation, they slowly became strange.
Now, a madman has popped out.
“What are you thinking so hard about? Someone is asking you?”
The rude tone came out again.
“I, I was thinking about your opinion. Did you really cut off the Outer God’s eyes?”
“I cut them off. If you’re really suspicious, ask the explorers who were on the 20th floor.”
“Ah, I understand. Please let go of this now.”
Jeong Yu-shin, looking satisfied, stepped back and patted Radamant’s chest.
Tap. Tap.
“Where is Matthias?”
“He is imprisoned in the Magic Tower branch.”
“Imprisoned?”
Why is he imprisoned?
Radamant sighed deeply.
“Hoo. It’s supposed to be top secret, but Matthias leaked the existence of the magic tool to some explorers while entrusting them with designated requests. You are one of them.”
“…”
“What a foolish old man. I’ve been telling him repeatedly that explorers are greedy beings.”
Radamant’s bitter muttering.
Jeong Yu-shin immediately grasped the situation.
Matthias contacted a few friendly explorers to gather materials for dimensional travel, and someone among the explorers let it slip.
He didn’t know how far the rumor had spread, but in the end, the culprit was narrowed down to one.
An explorer.
“Radamant, guide me to Matthias.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“No. Now that I think about it, there’s no need for me to go in this rain. Bring him here.”
“…”
“Why aren’t you answering?”
“I, I know your identity, but aren’t you being too rude?!”
“I think you’re misunderstanding something, I’m giving you a chance right now.”
“Wh, what do you mean?”
“A chance to correct your mistakes, Radamant. Think about it. I’m already pissed that the Magic Tower arbitrarily snatched my item and swallowed it whole, and then it’s lost? If it ended there with giving it up, I could have tolerated it, but you come to investigate me? Do you know how fucked up this is?!”
Radamant turned his head and looked down at Malakai.
He was writhing on the floor, half out of his mind from how hard he was hit.
Jeong Yu-shin’s eyes gleamed.
“Hey you bastard, look at me, look at me!”
“Hoo. I understand. I’ll bring Matthias and clear up the misunderstanding, so please calm down.”
Jeong Yu-shin raised his finger and pointed to the fallen Malakai.
“Leave that bastard behind.”
“I will.”
Radamant left the inn.
Jeong Yu-shin sat at the table, closed his eyes, and tried to control his anger.
‘Asura Balbalta. Happiness and peace of mind.’
He thought it was a good thing he didn’t follow Radamant.
If he had gone to the Magic Tower branch in the central district in this state, there would have been another uproar.
After holding back his anger for a while, Jeong Yu-shin got up from his seat, went into the room, brought a recovery potion, and came down.
“Malakai, you bastard, get up. Is this your bedroom?”
“Kheu-heu-eup.”
Malakai writhed and groaned.
“Oh geez.”
Jeong Yu-shin grabbed Malakai by the scruff of his neck, lifted him with one hand, and sat him on a chair.
Jeong Yu-shin placed the potion in front of Malakai.
“Drink it. You look terrible.”
“Kheu-eueut!”
Malakai drank the potion. His hands were shaking, so the potion splashed on the table and floor.
“Drink it nicely.”
Flinch.
Even while drinking the potion, Malakai only moved his eyes and kept glancing at Jeong Yu-shin.
As Jeong Yu-shin suddenly stood up, Malakai coughed urgently.
“Cough!!! Kheueo-eoeok!!!”
Malakai was spilling the potion in his mouth and shaking his body.
Jeong Yu-shin clicked his tongue and brought the lute he had placed on the counter and sat next to Malakai.
Ting.
Ttiring.
After strumming for a while, Jeong Yu-shin turned his head and looked at Malakai.
“How’s my playing?”
“…”
As Jeong Yu-shin’s palm went up, Malakai cowered and convulsed.
“How is it?”
“G, good!”
The honorifics came out urgently.
Only then did Jeong Yu-shin smile.
“Right?”
While waiting for Radamant to return, he kept nagging Malakai next to him.
About 30 minutes passed?
Squeeeeeak.
Suddenly, the inn door opened.
A group of people entered the inn.
Mostly humans. A group he hadn’t seen in the Maze City.
Their attire was similar to that of mercenaries, but the quality of their equipment was different.
Similar attire to the wealthy soldiers he had seen in the eastern district.
Among them, there were two people who stood out.
One was a fat middle-aged man with brown hair.
The other was a skinny man in his early 30s who, unusually, was carrying a single-edged sword used by elves.
The fat middle-aged man smiled and looked around the inn.
“To think there’s a high-quality inn in a place like this, we’re lucky.”
Jeong Yu-shin waved his hand.
“I’m not open for business today.”
The man in his 30s approached swaggeringly.
“Won’t you at least let us escape the rain?”
Jeong Yu-shin looked at the people and clicked his tongue. The words he had said at the meeting this morning kept circling in his head.
“Tsk. Fine.”
More than 20 men each took a seat at a table.
“Innkeeper, bring us some liquor.”
Jeong Yu-shin searched the cupboard, brought out liquor bottles and glasses, and distributed them to each table.
“What about snacks?”
He went back into the kitchen, brought out dried ham, cheese, and bread, and placed them on the tables.
It wasn’t particularly surprising.
He had already heard the rumor that people were flocking to the Maze City in the spring.
Used or new.
There was nothing to think about.
Just by looking at them, they were people who had been rolling around for quite some time.
The man in his 30s frowned and sighed.
“Hoo. I’ve come to this shitty city again. I thought I’d never look at it again.”
The middle-aged man chuckled.
“Hehe. Isn’t there a ‘thing’ needed for the business? We must obtain it this time.”
Jeong Yu-shin tilted his head.
“Have you ever been to the city before?”
The man in his 30s gave a bitter smile.
“Ah. I used to be an explorer. I’ve obtained all the necessary imprints, so I live outside the city now.”
The middle-aged man rubbed his protruding belly.
“Hehe. Why are you holding back so much? Weren’t you once a well-known upper-intermediate explorer?”
“That’s an old story. And… No, tsk.”
The skinny man shook his head as he spoke.
The fat middle-aged man turned his head and stared intently at Jeong Yu-shin.
“By the way, what is your grade?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“I was just curious.”
“Being around level 10, he’s just an intermediate-grade explorer.”
As the skinny man spat out the words, Jeong Yu-shin’s eyes widened.
How did he know his level?
The skinny man smirked.
“It’s an imprint that allows you to know the number of mana adaptation. It’s useful, so I left it on.”
“Is that so?”
Jumping from level 4 to level 10.
Has he jumped up a whopping 6 levels?
He was honestly surprised at the more dramatic level-up than he had expected.
The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the man in his 30s.
“His level is lower than yours?”
“That’s right.”
Suddenly, the atmosphere became strange.
The fat man leaned back in his chair.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a hybrid Barbaroi, how long have you been here?”
“About a year.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“How did you take over this inn?”
“This isn’t my inn. The owner had something urgent to do and just entrusted it to me for a while.”
“Is that so? Did he say when he’d be back?”
“Not yet.”
“I see.”
The middle-aged man and the man in his 30s exchanged glances.
“This is embarrassing. Look at my mind. What is your name?”
“Malakai.”
Jeong Yu-shin’s brazen answer.
Malakai’s eyes widened as he crouched next to him.
The middle-aged man looked at the skinny man again.
“Have you ever heard of him?”
“No. He must not be that famous.”
The middle-aged man cleared his throat and opened his mouth.
“Ahem! Malakai, I want to stay quietly in this inn for a day or two.”
“I’m not open for business.”
“Ah. What I said earlier wasn’t a request. It was a notice.”
“…”
The middle-aged man crumpled his chubby cheeks and gave a sly smile.
“I heard that a pretty good ‘thing’ has come out of the Maze this time. But this is embarrassing. It’s difficult to openly walk around the city with a ‘thing’ that we didn’t get through legal ways.”
“Then why did you come all the way to the southern district? Isn’t the eastern district better?”
“There’s no need to hide in the darkness. It’s rather dangerous. Blending in with the ordinary is the best way. Besides, this inn is luxurious, so commoners won’t be able to come easily.”
The fat middle-aged man was chattering on, thinking he had completely seized the victory.
Then.
Looking at Jeong Yu-shin’s still negative expression, he wore a sneer.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of resisting? Do you know who the man next to me is?”
Jeong Yu-shin wore a fearful expression.
“Wh, who is he?”
“Thunder Blade, Zern. He was once a famous explorer in the Maze City. No one has ever seen the sword swing that Zern wielded.”
“Co, could it be that he has even achieved Imprint Linkage?”
Zern chuckled.
“Do you even need to ask?”
Jeong Yu-shin nodded and picked up the lute.
The eyes of the men sitting at the table widened at the incomprehensible, sudden action.
Even the subordinates who were eating and drinking across the way turned their heads and looked at him.
Ting.
Ttiring.
Jeong Yu-shin’s insides were boiling.
What a ridiculous comedy.
Just this morning, he had advised the small and medium-sized clan leaders in front of him to be kind to strangers and get to know them.
‘What day is it today? There’s more than one or two guys who look down on people.’
The fat middle-aged man opened his mouth.
“Malakai, have you lost your mind?”
Jeong Yu-shin shrugged his shoulders and looked at the mage sitting next to him.
“Explain who I am.”
“Th, this person is.”
People glanced at Malakai.
“This person is the Butcher of the eastern district.”
“…!”
“He butchered the slave hunters of the eastern district, killed a gang leader in the rankings, and recently drove out an Outer, Outer God with a hero party.”
The men’s eyes widened like saucers.
“The person in front of you right now is not Malakai. Malakai is my name, and this person is Scar, the next chief of the Barbaroi.”
Thump!
The men jumped up from their seats and drew their weapons.
Clang clang clang!!!
However.
Jeong Yu-shin played the lute without any change in expression.
“Do not move. Unless you want to die.”
“…”
A quiet inn.
The men, frozen like ice, stared at Jeong Yu-shin.
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