Bjorn Yandel the Barbarian

Chapter 97

Episode 97 Barbarian Trophy (4)

Threat level increases when using [Wild Eruption].

However, at this time, the threat level does not give a ‘provocation’ judgment to non-monsters.

As Dwalki said the other day.

[Umm… It was a very strange feeling. I know with my head that there is no danger at all, but it seems like my body is telling me that I have to run away…] A

timid person shrinks in fear.

The brave man, on the contrary, shows a sense of triumph.

So what about this guy?

“Ha!”

The answer was the latter.

It took a moment for me to flinch at the shouts I spewed out in his face, but he immediately came to his senses and finished swinging his sword.

If he had a shield in his left hand as usual, it would have been enough if he just bounced it off

…….

That’s it anyway.

The body of a tanker on track exists solely to block enemy attacks.

Seruk.

Move the hand that has been removed from the ax to the trajectory where the sword is swung.

At the same time, a dull sound follows.

Kagak:

I have doubts in the eyes of the guy who thought he was winning with that sound.

I must have been curious

Sharp knives and bare arms.

When will you ever hear that sound when they touch?

“……?”

A moving focus with a floating light seeking an answer.

His eyes reach the destination.

“Don’t you understand?”

At my question, he blankly nodded.

Why did his sword cut through his skin but not through to his bones?

There are many reasons.

Bone strength, resistance to physical damage, and body figures that were raised due to a congenitally large and hard skeleton [wild eruption].

Rather, it would be even more absurd if he had cut off my wrist in one fell swoop.

But…

‘I don’t think I need to tell you every word.’

‘Cause I’m a barbarian

“You’re—”

One word is enough.

“weak.”

After spitting it out, it couldn’t have been quite a cheesy line, but the effect was significant.

A threadbare who pulls out the sword stuck in both arms after receiving the greatest insult.

It was a bad choice.

Chow-!

Fresh blood splattered as the blade was pulled out.

Chii Iik-!

The corrosive sound that follows.

And…

“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

moaning in pain.

“What a mean move…”

I just stayed still.

It was clear that there was something wrong with his head, so he reached out and grabbed the guy by the neck.

If you run away, it will be a headache, right?

“Cuck!”

The blood to the brain is cut off and the yarn thread begins to struggle.

It was as if the table had already been set.

It’s definitely a head, but if you twist it, you’ll die with a quack.

But…

“Equipment has been unequipped.”

“Total item level drops by -495.”

I put down the weapon I was holding in my hand.

The reason is simple.

Kakakang!

A double-edged battle ax that the butler bought with expensive money for today.

If you hit the head with this, you won’t even be able to make an excuse that you didn’t intend to kill him…

‘I promised.’

I made a promise to the three knights.

I promise that if we meet later, I will definitely get rid of the problem in my head.

That’s why…….

Kwak.

I clenched a fist the size of a watermelon and

hit the temple with all my might.

Whoops-!!!

If you have any problems with your hair.

“Behel—LAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

You need to remove your hair.

Yes, a barbarian would have thought so.

Or not.

***

Static.

A state in which there is little or no sound in the surroundings.

That state lasts for a while.

“…….”

It was a very heterogeneous sight.

A place where so many people gather.

Even the time when the festival took place.

How many times have hundreds of people shut up and create silence without any tacit agreement?

“Where is the city priest!!”

The silence came to an end as a knight ran out carrying a thread ball with his head half crushed.

So I approached the referee.

“Don’t you have to tell me the winner?”

At my question, the referee gave a puzzled expression and immediately shouted to the crowd.

“The winner is Bjorn Yandel of Baron Martoain!”

At first, I wondered if I was being discriminated against for being a barbarian.

However, judging from the reaction of the crowd that followed, it seems that this is not the case again.

“Waaaaaa!”

“Barbarians! Barbarians are the best!”

“It’s the first time I’ve ever had such an exhilarating duel! It’s like I’m going through a hole in my stomach!”

“But isn’t that knight dead?”

“You’re so cruel. Touch me here. Can you feel my heart pounding?”

“Uh uh… I think I can feel it…”

“Where is one or two killed during a duel? And at that level, the priest will treat you well.”

Rather, the reaction was hotter than the first duel.

“Behel—laaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

I came down from the stage with a rough shout for service and headed to the barracks.

It’s not a place where the baron will be waiting……

The barracks where the threadworm was transferred to be treated.

“Yes yes man! Where is this place!”

As soon as I entered the barracks, a fire command broke out.

The belongings of the remaining two of the three knights.

Without replying, I approached the priest who was undergoing treatment.

“Is he dead?”

“…Your life won’t be affected.”

While answering, the priest glanced at me with an unfavorable gaze.

“Why don’t you put the situation in your hands a little?”

When a follower of God said that, even I was a little stumped, but I had enough excuses.

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this.”

“……?”

“Isn’t that a knight! I put down the ax and just hit it with my fist! But how do I know that I’m going to pass out in one shot?”

At my confident answer, the knight Samdoli blushed with shame, and the priest opened his mouth as if it were absurd.

“Passing out… are you saying? It was so severe that the brain was leaking, but it

was fainting—”

A word choice that even Einar, who told me about the life of a barbarian, could fold.

Soon, the priest shut his mouth.

Even if I tried to talk, I decided that it was meaningless.

“…….”

An awkward silence began to hang over the barracks.

I wanted to just go out, but just in time, thread something came to my senses.

“Uh uh… Where is this…?”

A threadbare muttering with blank eyes.

The divine power emitted by the high-ranking priest had already completely healed the crushed head, but it was not an all-purpose cheat key.

“I was definitely on my way to the arena…”

The priest explained the situation to his murmur.

There was a major earthquake, and there was a serious brain injury.

However, since I was treated right away, the memory will come back with time.

“That’s right. Thank you for your help—”

The guy who was thanking the priest for his kind briefing froze when he spotted me.

“Yeah, why are you here…”

A look closer to fear than bewilderment.

It was a little questionable.

How can you react like this when you say you lost your memory during a duel?

“Hmm, do you really not remember anything?”

“Oh, it doesn’t fly. That’s why, please leave.”

Well, I don’t look like I’m lying…….

But I’ll have to check things out while I’m here.

“If you do one thing, I’ll leave right away.”

“……?”

“It’s nothing special, just repeat what I call you.”

I asked him to repeat what he had told me before.

“Is that enough to let me go…?”

“Of course.”

As I nodded, the threadbare swallowed his saliva.

And he did exactly what I said.

But…….

“That place got its name because it was so small in the first place… Ugh…” He

suddenly shuddered like an aspen tree and grabbed his head.

“Ah…! I remember that…!”

As I recalled the past, it seemed that temporarily lost memories returned.

“Good. Go ahead.”

At my urging, the string thing hardened like a stone statue and began to stir up a fight.

“Stop it… I’ve done everything wrong. So please…”

Apologizing?

It was an attitude that I could never have imagined if it was him in the past.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fortunately, the problem in your head seems to have disappeared.”

“Yes. So please leave. The patient needs a break.”

“I will.”

At the priest’s words, I left the barracks without regret.

“Hey, I’m going to get out of here. Hurry up and run away…!”

A faint commotion could be heard from beyond the barracks.

After listening to it, I finally realized it.

I am neither a doctor nor a priest with divine power.

Just a barbarian living in this savage world.

But what do you mean?

‘As expected, barbarians are cheating.’

Just today.

I solved a problem that even the fuse couldn’t fix.

***

“Good job. I really didn’t expect it to end so soon… But where did you come from?”

When I returned to the waiting barracks, the baron greeted me.

I was curious about the condition of the yarn, so when I told him that I had seen it once, he smiled.

“You’re also very peculiar. To attack so mercilessly while caring about such things.”

It’s a bit harsh to say without mercy.

“If it was a labyrinth, I would have hit it with an axe.”

“Well, that would have been the case, but…”

“To be honest, I didn’t know it would be this weak. I thought it would be strong because of its slow body.”

The answer I prepared in advance for when there was a problem.

For some reason, the baron burst into laughter.

“So, what’s wrong with you? It’s because they didn’t practice properly.”

“But is it okay to keep doing this? They say they are apprentice knights, but aren’t they nobles too?”

“Heh, are you worried about the future?

“But aren’t knights a family property? What if the nobles they swore allegiance harm me?”

“Eh, don’t worry? Why would an apprentice go out for a game like this instead of an official article in the first place? It’s because there’s no big problem even if you die.”

The baron then gave a reassuring answer, saying that no one would blush with him over such a trivial matter, and that he would stop it even if it did happen.

It was exactly what I wanted to hear.

“So you just focus on winning. Seeing earlier, people’s reactions were good, but the more you run rampant, the more the count who hosted the banquet will be pleased.”

Well, then.

I think you can break all the heads without worrying.

Seeing earlier, the priest’s ability is no joke.

“The winner is Sir Tillian of the Viscount House of Henslvania!”

Afterwards, I watched the duel with the baron and waited for my turn. It was quite fun at first, but I soon lost interest. Do I have to say that the

fighting style is the same?

I can see why people were so excited when it was my turn. It’s the same thing

.

I was slightly tired, so I asked the Baron for his understanding and then I closed my eyes in the corner.

How long had it been since then? The butler

very carefully woke me up.

“…Hey, there’s someone looking for you.

”

But the butler just finished talking and disappeared before asking anything back.

Therefore, I went out and checked it.

But what is this?

‘Three knights?’

Two of the courtesy trio are standing there. Also, before I had time to say what I was

doing, one reached out to grab me by the collar. I do

n’t know the name.

The little clown was the one who slandered me.

“This girl—!”

As I avoided his hand, the little clown stiffened as if he was embarrassed, and then continued

. this guy! What the hell did you do to Sir Sylvania!”

“Sir Sylvania?” He

rubbed his ears and tilted his head, and the guy was furious. “You

don’t even know the name of

the person you dueled with!”

This…….

“Sil… Meria…”

“Sir Sylvania!!” “Is there something

wrong

with him?

” Say that…! As soon as you talk about him, he loses his temper and goes wild!”

“How can you be so vicious? No matter how much you have a grudge, you can bring people to that point…… You don’t have mercy and honor

? ”

.I

made a final diagnosis:

“…I never thought the condition would be this serious.”

Needs a quick fix.

***

“What are you doing here?

” “… what were they

?”

”

No big deal .”

I mean.”

After that, I went back to the barracks and was killing time by having a trivial conversation with the baron. The first round was over before I knew it.

And the quarterfinals tournament kicked off.

But is this the ‘hero’s fate’ that the shaman said?

“Serfia Nam Sir Quartean of the author and Bjorn Yandel of the Baron Martoan, please stand!”

Surprisingly, in the second round, I faced one of

the three knights

. Even though the duel had begun, the guy

who said something with his mouth open.

“I can say it with my mouth, but Lord Sylvania is the weakest among us—” Rather

, it was easier

than the first time

.

Huh…?”

He was startled and, regardless of whether he swung his sword or not, he reached out and grabbed his neck.

He

punched his temple with a heartfelt punch . Whoops!

It happened only 3 seconds after the duel started.

But …

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

”

“

Even though it was a duel that ended in an instant, the crowd erupted into enthusiastic cheers. It

was really ironic

.

***

?The character’s reputation level has increased by +10.?

?

The character’s reputation level has increased by +10……?

?…….?