Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Now we need to recruit three more team members to match the combination here.

‘One priest, one wizard, and one archer-searcher.’

The first configuration that came to mind was this.

Should I say it is the fundamental combination of [Dungeon and Stone]?

Since the vampire essence was also gone, the existence of the priest would be of great help to the team.

But…

‘The priest gave up neatly.’

In fact, even the word “giving up” is absurd.

I even asked Crovitz if he could introduce me to a priest, but he was refused without a word.

Is it that the team must have at least three grades of 5 or higher, and that the temple must have a certain level of public value?

‘The basic recruitment conditions have become more stringent than the game.’

It’s a disappointing part, but it’s not a major problem.

Having a fuse greatly increases the stability of the team, but I deliberately left it out because of the downside of lacking deals.

‘I’m starting to get a sense of how to weave.’

That evening, we learn the shocking fact that Misha was a racist. After I finished organizing my thoughts, I put on my clothes and went out into the street.

And I went to the tavern I remembered.

With my daughter-!

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the wife of the black bear tribe, who was proud of a big rice cake stick. When I asked if I was alone, I gave Mr. Bear’s name, and his wife licked her lips and pointed to one side.

Mr. Bear, a level 5 explorer, was carrying drinks and food to his guests with his apron on.

“I don’t have any customers, but I always call my friends.”

I sat down in an empty seat, trying to hear the words coming from behind me. And when Mr. Bear had just finished one serving, he quietly raised his hand and called out.

“Oh wait. I’ll be right there…… Bjorn Yandel?”

“Let’s talk for a minute.”

At my words, Mr. Bear gently rolled his eyes and looked at the counter. Wow, I didn’t see it that way, but he was caught and living.

I was going to just talk briefly, but I just ordered two snacks and two drinks. If this is the case, I judge that the uncle will be a little less aware.

“……Kuhm-hmm.”

Soon after, Mr. Bear, who had brought drinks and snacks, sat down across from me with an embarrassed look on his face.

And he said it like an excuse.

“It’s not always like this, you know

?

What’s so embarrassing about living as a family?

Soon, Mr. Bear opened his mouth as if to change the topic.

“So you’re coming here means you’re from the original team, right?”

“……The team has been disbanded.”

“From the look on his face, he must have lost someone.”

I neither affirmed nor denied.

But would that silence be enough to replace the answer?

Mr. Bear let out a bitter laugh and gulped down his drink.

“It’s such a fucking thing.”

“Yeah, it was such a fucking thing.”

I drank a full glass and ordered two more. And we had a serious conversation.

“How many people were there?”

“There are still only two of them.”

“It must be you and the enemy Myo tribe woman.”

“So what’s the answer?”

“Okay let’s go together.”

After Mr. Bear coolly agreed, he started asking questions.

What floor is the target and how is the distribution?

And how to fill in the remaining two.

I briefly mentioned the composition I was thinking about.

“First of all, the wizard will be included unconditionally. And the remaining one spot will be filled with a searcher.”

In fact, there was also an option to put Erwen instead of Mr. Bear in the position of Sagittarius. However, it is unknown how well the boy who has just started the explorer class will do well.

In addition, Mr. Bear, who has a tank summoner, was able to cover the lack of a priest to some extent, so he made the above decision.

“Until a guide is found, we will use the searchers in a hiring way. We plan to distribute the rest equally, except for the searchers.”

Mr. Bear nodded.

And he spit it out and asked.

“If I were the leader, could you increase the distribution?”

“what?”

“I mean literally.”

What the hell is this old man talking about?

Did you just say you were a guide?

If so, I don’t understand it at all.

“Didn’t you say you were lost on the first floor for 19 hours last time?”

“……Did I tell you the time?”

“It was around 19:00 on the first day when the crack opened.”

Even at that time, Mr. Bear was wandering around the crystal cave.

I couldn’t find the portal to the second floor.

No matter where you are in the labyrinth, a guide who can accurately know the direction of the portal remains on the first floor until that time?

It doesn’t make sense when you consider that Rottmiller’s record was 6 hours.

But…

“Ah, that’s… Isn’t the crystal cave a bit complicated?”

“huh?”

“I know where the portal is, but it’s always difficult to find it.”

Mr. Bear only gave directions, and continued to say that other colleagues were responsible for finding the way.

I didn’t know what to say, so I asked again.

“… To put it simply, he’s a guide, but does that mean he’s a guide?”

“Keuheum! My former colleagues said so. Honestly, it’s hard to understand.”

What’s hard to admit

Even an ordinary person can visit the second-floor portal in one day just by looking at the compass.

‘I’m a guide, but I’m going to go away……’

I wonder if he said it, but he didn’t try to express it and finished the story.

“I’ll think about distribution. I need to listen to the opinions of people who will come in later.”

“That’s enough.”

“Then the talk is over.”

I got my first colleague.

Abman Urikfried.

A rank 5 archer with tank summons and a guide with near-zero search ability.

“I’ll ask you well from now on. Yandel’s son, Bjorn.”

It’s just that the specs have improved a lot, but is it because of the mood that I can already see the return of Team Banpoon?

***

It’s been a while to clink glasses to commemorate becoming a colleague.

My mother-in-law gave us a glare.

“How long are you going to play?”

“H-Honey? No, this isn’t play.”

Mr. Bear got up in a hurry and headed to his wife, and they talked without hearing anything.

At first, he looked like he was scolded, but…

“Oh my gosh, I should have told you in advance. My husband’s colleague will be.”

My wife came up first and gave me a friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you. I heard they have a nickname for being a small Vulcan? I feel relieved now that they are tall and strong.”

“I’m glad that’s the case.”

“Yes. To be honest, I honestly didn’t like my former teammates. How can you not show your face once while working as a team for over half a year?”

huh?

“……The former colleague?”

This man must have been playing solo?

I quietly checked Mr. Bear. He was shaking his head with a white face.

A conversation from the past came to mind.

[Did the guy with a wife go into the labyrinth alone?]

[Because the store is in short supply these days. Shouldn’t I work hard too?]

It’s good to earn hard, but I never thought I’d be blaming my wife and playing solo.

Following the gilchi, it feels like my fantasy is being shattered.

I wanted to be a reliable yet wise companion like a bear.

Now I see that he was just a man living for today.

“Anyway, please consider that I served what you ate today.

After interfering in someone else’s family affairs, he left the bar as if he was running away with a shrimp on his back. And when you arrive at your home.

“Oh man, have you been drinking?”

Erwen ordered a drink and was sitting in the lobby on the first floor waiting for me. At that time, I wondered if he had come to stop chatting, but…

“I’m sorry!”

Before he had time to say anything, Erwen delivered an apology.

“What do you mean sorry?”

“I didn’t even know that this happened to a colleague of the uncle……”

“How did you know that?”

“At that time, the man’s expression looked so bad, so I asked another colleague.”

When I asked who he was talking about, the answer came back that he was a dwarf. When I told him he was my former colleague , he seemed to have told me about Dwalki

without question .

“You’ve been through it? I know. What it feels like to lose something.”

Erwen cried and touched my hand.

Something was very embarrassing. Should I say it’s like being comforted by a three-year-old?

It was also a back book in the first place.

Now I’m slowly getting my mind sorted out.

“……Stop talking about that. Anyway, welcome back. I had something to tell you.”

“Something to say? I still have something to do…”

“There’s something left to do?”

“……No. So what are you talking about?”

I sat across from Erwen.

And he asked straight forward.

“I’m starting a new team, are you thinking of joining?”

Originally, I didn’t plan to include Erwen.

Of course, it wasn’t because of Misha’s request.

It’s just that after much thought, the archer was chosen as Mr. Bear, and there was no room left.

However, things changed when he found out that Mr. Bear was the guide.

The position that was intended to be filled by the seeker has become vacant.

‘I don’t have enough combat power right now, but if I raise it well, I’ll be able to do more than one serving.’

The fact that she was taking a searcher class from her sister was a great bonus.

Would it be perfect if we find a way together with Mr. Bear?

“That……”

Erwen gave a difficult answer after a long silence.

“I’m really glad you suggested it. So don’t get me wrong?”

Well, it’s a refusal.

“Is it because of your sister?”

“No. It’s because of me. I still have a lot to learn from you.”

It was an unexpected answer.

It’s not like I didn’t understand.

Certainly, sticking around with my sister now helps me grow. It’s been a few months since I’ve been taking the explorer class, and I can’t tell you about spirit magic.

“I see. Got it.”

“Uh… you’re not mad, are you?”

“It can’t be. It’s a good decision. You’re an explorer now, too.”

“Ah, a compliment I’ve received in a long time……”

Erwen, who had been staring blankly into the air for a while, cleared his throat and regained his sanity.

And he said in a determined voice.

“Please wait for half a year. After just half a year, I will learn everything I can learn from you and go to the uncle’s team.”

Oh, thank you very much…….

Doesn’t it feel like I sent some kind of industrial spy?

For some reason, it seemed that she could hear her sister’s stomach collapsing.

***

Next morning.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I headed to the Holy Land without washing.

A rational judgment that there was no need to wash when going to a place full of barbarians anyway.

‘It seems like I’ve come home.’

It’s not like I’m a real barbarian, but the green bushes here give me a sense of comfort. At one time it was uncomfortable because the chieftain was afraid of him, but at least that’s how it is now.

Is that why?

‘Nimiral.’

Suddenly, an oracle comes to mind and my heart feels heavy.

An intuition trained by misfortune spoke.

A secret that more than ten people know can’t be kept forever.

‘Even if I finish level 6 today, it will take several more years to take level 9…….’

Unlike other races that have abandoned the traditions of the old world, Barbarians are close to crazy levels of stubbornness.

If it were known that I was entrusted with an oracle by a star goddess rather than an ancestor god, the super rookie or whatever the tribal chief would step in and try to expel me.

‘Let’s think about this part chacha…’

I walked through the bush and headed towards the center of the Holy Land.

As he was doing so, he saw young warriors gathered in an empty lot. Little warriors practicing martial arts while waiting for the coming-of-age ceremony.

I always saw it when I came here…

‘Is that Charon…?”

Among the young warriors, I see a familiar face of a barbarian.

Charon, son of Tarson.

It was once a baby barbarian who was ignorant of the world. The barbarian who accepted the darkness of the world and became a full-fledged warrior.

He stands in front of the young barbarians

as if he were a drill instructor.

“Everyone sings together. Humans?”

“The enemy!”

“The heart?”

“We must protect it!”

It was an infusion education that was close to brainwashing, but even with this alone, their survival rate would be much higher.

I looked at them with satisfaction.

One fact Until you realize

‘But what is that?’

Charon, the son of Tarson, and several senior barbarians who seem to have followed him are strangely dressed.

For some

reason, they are carrying three or four backpacks

. But what are those bags?”

One of the young warriors raises his hand and asks if it seems strange to me.

Charon answers with a smile as if

he has waited. A young warrior! This is Robert, this is John, this is Aiden…”

Charon pointed to the left and right backpacks and called them by name.

“Hahaha! So, it sounds like a human name!”

The baby barbarian chuckled.

But…

“That’s a human name.”

Charon wasn’t laughing anymore.

“……What does that mean? ”

To the shocked baby barbarians, Charon gave a very, very long and detailed explanation of how he obtained the backpack.

And he continued his mental training again.

“I repeat it again. Humans?”

“The enemy!!!! !”

“The heart?”

“We must protect it!!!!

”

”

Yandel’s son, Bjorn ?

” ..”

……What the hell have I done?