How a Black-Haired Barbarian Survived the Labyrinth in Another World-Chapter 105: Is death delicious?

Is that so.

So, this was why Karin had let these guys off the hook.

Karin was standing behind the counter. Tarman and Ann were next to her.

'Tarman and Ann are safe. Thank goodness.'

Karin knew what was in his mind. Without many words, she immediately understood his intentions and acted on them.

"I'll accept the apology. Just don't show your face here again."

"Ha!"

The slicked-back hair man laughed as though it were absurd.

"Hey, if you speak like that, how would we know if you actually accepted the apology? Our boys are new to the maze city and got carried away. Be a little more lenient."

"So, who are you?"

"The Pighead Mercenary Leader, Gaien."

Jarik subtly nodded.

So, he was the leader of the guys causing a ruckus at the inn earlier.

"I see. Fine, go."

The slicked-back man looked around with a smile and spoke to his subordinates.

"Well, when he says go, we go. The owner’s a cold one. Alright, boys, stand up."

"Yes."

One by one, the mercenaries stood up awkwardly and made their way out of the inn.

Lastly, Gaien remained behind.

"Young owner, can I offer a piece of advice?"

"Don't."

"Hoo."

The man with the slicked-back hair sighed deeply and scratched his head.

"I should really watch my mouth. I almost couldn't hold back."

"Then come at me."

"Hahaha!!!"

Gaien burst into laughter. His loud voice nearly shook the inn.

"I think we’ll meet again soon... see you then."

"You're a real chatterbox."

Gaien took a coin pouch from his pocket, tossed it on the table, and walked out.

Thud!

The inn door slammed shut, and ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) only Jarik and the inn staff remained.

Jarik approached the counter.

"Did they cause any problems?"

"No. They really just came to apologize, I guess."

At Karin’s reply, Jarik scratched his head.

Could that be true? Something didn’t feel right.

Still, it wouldn’t be right to grab someone by the collar just because they said they came to apologize. He decided to forget about it. He had also been unnecessarily short-tempered while speaking. Besides, there were countless other things to worry about.

"Let’s get ready for now. There’s a lot to do for the Blue Moon Festival. I’ll help."

Jarik rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.

The dark night.

The man with the slicked-back hair was walking down a dimly lit path.

It was the rundown neighborhood that Jarik would recognize at a glance. The outskirts of the eastern district, far from the center.

The man found a run-down tavern and opened the door.

Creeeak.

Opening the worn-out door handle, he entered the tavern, where people wrapped in cloaks were seated.

The tavern was also dark, and no one could guess the identity of the cloaked figures.

"Gaien, did everything go well?"

One of the cloaked figures asked.

The man with the slicked-back hair sighed.

"Hoo. That guy really had a nasty attitude."

"In this area, he’s called a barbarian. That guy is a mixed-blood."

"A barbarian... might be right. That mixed-blood is causing trouble for our business at every turn, and there’s been a lot of talk from the higher-ups. Honestly, I’m starting to doubt if this plan will succeed."

"It’s a good time now, with the festival and all the people around."

The cloaked figure asserted.

Gaien rubbed his forehead.

"They say nothing is easy, but this is really tough. We need to get slaves, but some 'strange guy' from the Western Empire is ruining our business. It might even be more profitable to hunt inside the Eastern Union."

"I’ve heard a bit about it. That strange guy... he’s the one..."

"Tsk. They say he’s a hero. I swear, all kinds of crazy people are popping up. I wonder what will become of the world."

Gaien clicked his tongue and complained.

The cloaked figure knocked on the table.

"Wait comfortably until the festival. We still have some time before the plan is executed."

Gaien leaned back in his chair and opened his mouth.

"I remember that on the day of the festival, the plan was to cause a commotion in the city, right?"

"That’s right."

"And you were going to take people from the arena and the black market while the confusion was happening?"

"That’s correct."

"Where do you plan to draw attention?"

"I’ll let loose some of our monster friends in the southern district. The strong ones."

"I heard there’s an Elf Sword Master there?"

"Even if there is, it’s just one person. There’s no way they can handle it alone."

"I see. One more thing, though. Won’t this increase animosity in the eastern district with this plan? Feels like a misstep."

"We’ve always been hated. It’s no longer something of consequence. And not just monsters, we’re thinking of sending one more. A human."

Gaien’s face stiffened.

"Is it that guy? The one who got caught in the Giant Spider Cave and went half-mad?"

"Yes. He’s the one who was shouting about being a genius swordsman with a special engraving. I don’t understand how someone with such an engraving ended up trapped there, but, well, it’s not my business. We’ve got one of our friends with a mind-control engraving, so we’ve prepared well for it."

"That guy is a poor soul. Tsk."

Gaien clicked his tongue again and picked up his drink.

The darkness outside the tavern deepened.

A few days after the mercenaries visited.

Jarik and his group were busy preparing for the festival.

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The most pressing concern was one thing.

How to attract tourists?

The maze city only had beastmen in human disguises as its specialty.

It was a difficult problem to solve.

Jarik, Tarman, Ann, and Karin were seated around the inn’s table, each offering their opinions.

"How about some delicious food? A local specialty?"

Tarman scratched his short hair and suggested.

"Local specialty sounds good. What kind of food do you have in mind?"

Jarik asked, and Tarman stroked his chin before speaking carefully.

"How about fish pies?"

Jarik’s eyes widened.

Tarman seemed to interpret that as approval and broke into a big smile.

"Boss, this is really good food. The maze city is located in the middle of the forest and plains, so seafood is very rare. There is a river, but how could freshwater fish compare to sea fish? Just leave it to me..."

"No."

"···What?"

"Tarman, why the sudden shift? Didn’t you say you were trying to mend your ways? Why would you think of something like fish pies? Your heart must have been tainted by darkness."

"Uh... I’m sorry."

Tarman apologized, looking confused.

Ann, who had been quietly sipping water, spoke up.

"Boss."

"Speak."

"It’s not about the food, but I’d like to participate in the festival with Mari and Dean."

Mari.

The girl who was raped by a group of hobgoblins in the maze and had her mind shattered. She had given money to dispose of the hobgoblin babies safely.

And Dean.

The boy consumed by the 'darkness' of the maze, who had a mind full of flowers. He was said to be living in the Mage Tower now.

Jarik hadn’t heard any recent news about Mari and Dean. He hadn’t asked either. It was a sensitive subject for Tarman and Ann, so he had intentionally avoided bringing it up.

Jarik nodded willingly.

"Sure. Let’s do it. Are they coming to the inn?"

"If you permit it, Boss."

"Anytime. I’ll gladly permit it."

"Thank you."

Ann bowed her head in gratitude.

"Karin, got any brilliant plans?"

Jarik asked Karin.

"Huh? Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that."

Karin had been lost in thought and didn’t respond properly to Jarik’s question.

Jarik sighed.

"Ugh. What should I do?"

This business was so difficult.

Sitting in the inn, racking his brain, was pure agony. It was even harder not knowing what people might like.

Just then.

Clunk!

The door opened, and a group walked into the inn.

To be precise, it was two people and one creature.

"Hmm? Who are you?"

A waddling bakery owner teddy bear.

A fox beastman Luna.

Lyn.

"Worried about what to sell, huh?!"

Teddy Bear shouted.

"Then we’ll help!"

Luna puffed out her flat chest and placed her hand on her waist.

"Click!"

Lyn struck the same pose as Luna.

'Hoo. Not even the soft friends.'

Jarik’s stomach churned.

He gestured.

"Let’s hear it. Come sit down."

"Understood."

"Can I get some juice?"

"Click!"

They brought chairs, but no one could sit properly.

Jarik got up from his seat, lifted them one by one, and helped them sit.

Karin, seeing this, chuckled.

"Looks like our Boss can’t resist when he sees something cute, huh?"

Ann, who had brought the juice from the kitchen, smiled.

"That’s right. His love for cute things is clearly written all over his face."

Jarik’s expression stiffened.

"Does it show?"

"Well, when Boss’s expression softens like that."

Really?

He thought he had hidden it well, but it was all noticed.

By the way, when did Lyn become so close with Luna and Teddy Bear?

He hadn’t seen them for a while and was worried they might be causing trouble. Turns out, he was just overthinking it.

Still, he had to say something.

"Lyn, where the heck have you been wandering off to again?"

"Click!"

Lyn stood on the table, looking at Jarik with her belly sticking out proudly, hands on her hips.

She faced Jarik boldly as if daring him to comment.

Jarik glanced down at Lyn’s soft belly, shaking his head.

"Lyn, that attitude’s not good. No massages for you for a while."

"Click? Click click!"

Lyn immediately relaxed her posture and clung to Jarik’s hand, shaking her head.

Karin looked at them, utterly confused.

"What’s going on?"

"You shouldn’t mess with Lyn!"

Luna, who had finished her juice, chimed in.

"That’s right."

Jarik looked at the three of them, raising his hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. I’ll stop. Now, tell me the plan."

"The plan we’ve prepared is..."

"Crème Slime Bread!"

"Click!"

Jarik scratched his chin.

The cream was white, like Lyn’s fur, and the slime was Luna’s summoned creature.

The bread was Teddy Bear’s specialty.

"I’m not sure. The idea isn’t bad, but without the real thing, it’s hard to judge."

"Real thing? What do you mean?"

"Click click."

"Don’t worry. We brought the ultimate Crème Slime Bread!"

Teddy Bear pulled something out of a paper bag.

It looked like a round coffee bun.

On the front, cute eyes and a bright smile were engraved.

"Oh." "Looks cute." "Not bad."

The inn staff sitting at the table each commented.

"Alright, try it out!"

Jarik took the bread and took a bite.

As soon as the thin outer layer crunched, the heavy custard cream filled his mouth.

The rich taste of milk and vanilla, along with the not-too-sweet cream, blended together in perfect harmony.

"This."

Jarik didn’t even think to wipe the cream off his lips.

"This is delicious enough to die for?!"