Chapter 60: 60

A confrontation called reconciliation negotiations

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Rich kid, who has a crush on Beatrice, Nazario's parents' home, and the Orlando store, is said to be the largest store in Volzard.

 

The main product is jewelry made by processing precious metals and jewels procured from dungeons, and it is said that it is exported not only to the Republic of Landshelt, but also to the neighboring countries and is highly evaluated.

 

In addition, they have a wide range of businesses such as clothing, weapons, equipment, and food.

 

With a large store on the main street of Volzard, a workshop, a residence for craftsmen, and a mansion for the owner's family, the land area seems to be larger than that of the lord's mansion.

 

The five Flamehounds are staying in a side building away from the owner's mansion.

 

After observing the wall construction of my classmates and parting from Klaus-san, I moved to the garrison of Lastock, where I had lunch and took care of the chairman.

 

Somehow, I feel like I've been taken care of by Resenburg for lunch these days, but it's natural because I'm so annoyed.

 

After returning to Volzard, I heard from Hart and the others who were watching over the five people since I left the letter last night.

 

Bartolo, with whom I had set up a little mischief, woke up as expected and was furious at the same time, and when he read the letter, he rolled it up and turned it into ashes with fire magic.

 

Though I would have gone to visit him if there were no wall construction of my classmates, it's really regrettable.

 

I wanted to see Bartolo's face when he saw the cute ribbon-decorated 'Nyan'.

 

Bartolo, who also turned the unraveled ribbon into ashes, immediately called Orest and Jarma to discuss countermeasures.

 

The countermeasure is simple and clear, he intends to drag me into the mansion, let me speak as much as I want, and then kill me, and disassemble my corpse and hide it away.

 

It seems that they are considering the fact that if they kill me, they will be suspicious, and after killing me, they will dismantle me quickly and have Chezari and Tony throw it away.

 

Even if they are suspected, if there is no corpse, they think they can get away with it.

 

Chezari and Tony still don't seem to be involved in important decisions, and they were told only to the extent that they'll get rid of them in some cases.

 

Jarma, the shaved-headed giant, was in charge of dismantling for the Flamehounds, and he took out a large knife the size of a dagger and grinned, but of course I don't intend to let him dismantle me.

 

Fred was posted in Lastock, Mart was posted at the boarding house, and Mart and Mirt were posted on the walls, and all the other genus gathered with me.

 

After this, I'm going to go into the mansion of the Orlando Store and have them settle semi-forcedly, so I'm planning to have everyone in my genus play a role.

 

[ You're all set, right? Reinhardt. ]

 

[ Kent-sama, although we know their abilities, don't let your guard down. ]

 

[ I know, I'll always be ready to throw up a dark shield, so signal me when it's dangerous. ]

 

[ OK, then ... ]

 

[ Yeah, let's go make them say 'Ouch!'. ]

 

When I told the gatekeeper of the mansion the purpose of my visit, he immediately took me to the front door after confirming that I had no weapon.

 

I knew this was also arranged by Bartolo, so I'm not surprised.

 

If I had a weapon, it seemed like I would have had it confiscated here.

 

From the front door, the maid guided me to the building where the five Flamehounds were staying.

 

"Bartolo-sama, Kent-sama has arrived."

 

"Send him in ..."

 

When the maid knocked on the door of the drawing room and called out, Bartolo's voice that seemed devoid of emotions came back.

 

Maybe the maid looked after Bartolo this morning and predicted something bad would happen, looking at me as if I were a calf being led to slaughter.

 

"Please ... be careful ..."

 

"Thank you."

 

When I entered the drawing room, thanking the maid for her concern, Bartolo welcomed me with a smile.

 

Of course, his face is laughing, but his eyes aren't laughing at all, and he looks like a shark aiming for its prey.

 

"Hey, so you're Kent, I'm glad you came, hurry up and come in ..."

 

"Nice to meet you, I'm sorry for suddenly pushing to meet you today."

 

"Sit down in the back seat, without the stiff greetings."

 

"Yes, excuse me."

 

Bartolo told me to sit in the seat farthest from the door, where Bartolo was sitting yesterday.

 

Bartolo sits opposite, Orest and Jarma diagonally in front of him, and Chezari and Tony on my side.

 

In other words, it's probably the most inescapable seat.

 

While the maid prepares tea, Orest and Jarma are appraising me with a smirk.

 

Chezari and Tony expose their hostility and glare at me.

 

"Well, I have something to do ..."

 

When the maid left the room, Bartolo asked.

 

The smiles up to that point disappeared, deep wrinkles were carved between his eyebrows, and blue streaks appeared on his forehead.

 

"Yes, I wrote it in the letter, but it seems that I was misunderstood, so I thought I should resolve the misunderstanding and reconcile."

 

Bartolo read the letter and immediately burnt it to ash, so it seems that the other four people did not know the exact content, so remembering the content that I had rewritten many times last night, I talked about the letter as accurately as possible. While reiterating the content of the letter, I conveyed the intention of my visit.

 

"Bastaaard! Don't get cocky, brat!"

 

"Chezari! Tony! Sit down!"

 

Reiterating the contents of the rude letter, Chezari and Tony naturally stood up in a rage, but Bartolo shouted and they sat down.

 

"Gahahaha, Bartolo, isn't this kid courageous, shouldn't we show him the results of his actions?"

 

"Jarma! Don't blurt out needless things."

 

"Gahahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but this brat is a mouse in a bag, so there's no escape."

 

"Snort, I heard he uses darkness magic, kill him without reservation if he starts chanting."

 

Bartolo's words surprised Chezari and Tony, but soon they grinned and gave a sneaky laugh.

 

"Kukuku, Bartolo, scary, scary, but what happened?"

 

"Snort, this kid looks down on the Flamehounds, so it's natural to send him to the other world ..."

 

"That's right, but hey, as Jarma says, there's no escape, let's play a little more."

 

Bartolo looks bitterly at Orest and Jarma, who are amused.

 

Apparently, he didn't talk about yesterday's ribbon.

 

Then, let me tell you with my own mouth.

 

"It seems that you don't want to reconcile in this situation, but didn't I give everyone a warning last night?"

 

"Damned brat ... Does he want to die so quickly ..."

 

Looking at Bartolo who is starting to stand up, Orest and Jarma tilt their heads.

 

"What is this warning? Bartolo."

 

"Noisy, shut up, Jarma, don't let the brat make a fool of you!"

 

"Oh Jarma, isn't that warning the cause of Bartolo's irritation?"

 

"Um, that's right, brat, what did you do?"

 

Orest and Jarma seem to be interested, but Bartolo doesn't want it to be known.

 

"Shut up, Chezari, Tony, kill him!"

 

"Wait! What's wrong Bartolo, what the heck is that warning?"

 

"Damn! Chezari, Tony, kill him quickly!"

 

Chezari and Tony pulled out the knives they hid under the table, but they seem to be at a loss when comparing Bartolo and Orest.

 

Jarma urged me with his eyes, so I told him about my warning.

 

"I took down the sleeping Bartolo's pants and decorated his imporant part with a red ribbon. 'If you refuse to reconcile, I will cut it off next time ...' I wrote in the letter."

 

"Gahahaha, this is a masterpiece!"

 

"Uhyahyahyahya, brat, bastard, are you trying to make me laugh myself to death!"

 

Jarma and Orest laughed while holding their stomach, and had a cramped smile on their face.

 

Jarma and Orest kept laughing for a while, but finally became silent when Bartolo slammed his fist on the table.

 

"This is the end of your life, brat."

 

"That's right ... Then, as originally planned, you will kill me, disassemble me into pieces, and let those two people throw it away, right?"

 

"Well, I wonder how you investigated so much, just the ability to investigate is a big deal, it seems to be much more useful than Chezari ... but if you make a fool of us, it's over."

 

Perhaps he finally regained his poise, Bartolo pulled out his knife with a big smile.

 

"That ... since it seems that the ending is decided anyway, can I ask you a few questions?"

 

"Oh, don't worry, say it, brat."

 

My question was answered by Orest, who was playing with a knife, before Bartolo could respond.

 

"you guys are armed with knives, I'm unarmed, so I'm at a disadvantage and I'm going to disappear from Volzard ... you're thinking this, right?"

 

"Oh, that's right, don't you understand it well, brat?"

 

"Yes, that's right ... you guys don't think it's the other way around ...?"

 

"Huh? The other way ...?"

 

Not only Orest, but the other four also had suspicious expressions.

 

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"Yes, the other way around, I'll survive and you'll disappear ... why don't you think about it?"

 

"Gahahaha, are you saying that you can get rid of the great us and survive with no weapons?"

 

"You all know that I can use darkness magic and use monsters like people say, right?"

 

Maybe because Nazario pestered them for heroic tales, even though they have naturally heard the story, the five Flamehounds, don't feel to have much caution.

 

"No matter how powerful a monster can be used by an idiot ... it wouldn't be able to do anything if it isn't here ..."

 

Apparently, from Bartolo's tone, he doesn't think I can summon my genus.

 

"I see ... can I ask another question?"

 

"What, say it quickly."

 

"What if, maybe I had the power to turn the situation around, what would you do? Would you still continue to be hostile? Adventurers lose when they die, right?"

 

After looking at each other, Orest and the others gazed at Bartolo.

 

"If you could do such a trick, I wouldn't mind, but we're realists ... I don't feel like dealing with such a joke, there's no reconciliation ... I'd die here."

 

Bartolo signaled the other four, so I hit the floor with my toes before that.

 

Reinhardt stood on my right side, Basten on the left side, and behind the five Flamehounds, Zae and the undead lizardmen appeared.

 

Zae and the others held the heads of the Flamehounds with their left hands and put the blade of the Kukri knife at the nape of their necks.

 

Furthermore, Art and the undead kobolds appeared, filling the room, showing off their claws and fangs.

 

"Everyone, please put your knifes on the table."

 

"Damn, what happened ..."

 

"Li, Lizardmen ..."

 

"Brat, is this you bastard's power ..."

 

You should be able to understand the situation at a glance by looking at the faces of your peers.

 

Art and the others quickly recovered the knives that had been quietly placed on the table by the five people who had been subdued and turned pale.

 

"As long as you follow Volzard's law and act as a decent adventurer, I have no intention of being hostile, but if you set me up, I have no choice but to fight back, right?"

 

"Damn ... making fools of us ..."

 

"You're the one making fools of yourselves, Bartolo-san. You thought I was just a kid, and didn't think that even though you caused trouble for the boarding house, you weren't expecting me to counterattack?"

 

"Damn ..."

 

No matter how much you glare at me, it doesn't look good if you are deprived of the ability to kill.

 

"Gahahaha, Bartolo, this is our defeat, the opponent is too strong and it got out of hand."

 

"I agree with Jarma's opinion, this brat, using this number of monsters without chanting, it's not worth it. If you stick to your pride, you'll be ruined."

 

"Damn ... what do you want, brat!"

 

It seems that Bartolo has finally raised the white flag, so let's have him accept my request.

 

"As I said earlier, if you don't violate the law or trouble my friends, I won't be hostile, but if you don't accept my request, I'll kick you out of Volzard. I won't kill you, so I'll encourage you to leave, but I might cut it off."

 

"Damn ... okay, I'll accept your request ..."

 

"And ..."

 

"There still more ..."

 

"Yes, please do not use Chezari and Tony as decoys."

 

"Well, that is ..."

 

"W, wait, Bartolo-san, what is he saying?"

 

"Use us as a decoy ... is that the truth?"

 

When they heard that they would be used as a decoy, both Chezari and Tony protested, but since they were still restrained by the undead lizardmen from behind, they had no power.

 

"That ... you had to go and say something unnecessary, you shitty brat ..."

 

"Yes, as you say, I'm a shitty brat, but as that shitty brat, please show me a little cool adult. You're an A-ranked adventurer, right? I want you to show me the spirit worthy of it."

 

Bartolo, Orest, and Jarma showed a bitter look, and Chezari and Tony nodded as if I was right.

 

"Then, I'll leave now, but keep your promise. I don't want to have to cut off such things either ..."

 

When I stood up, Art and the others dove into the shadows, as they were previously, and for the remaining Zae and the others as well as myself, I put out a shield of darkness, and stepped back into the shadow world.

 

"Damn, damn, damn, brat, making a fool of me!"

 

As soon as we disappeared, Bartolo slammed his fist on the table that looked expensive and shouted, with his brow wrinkled.

 

Orest threw his hands in the air in frustration, and nodded silently.

 

"Oh ... that brat, I'm gonna hurt him someday ..."

 

"Bartolo, can you do it alone?"

 

"Um, yeah, I don't want to have a hand in it either."

 

"What ... are you guys going to keep silent because you're beaten?"

 

"Oh, I still don't want it to be cut off."

 

"This me also ... hahahaha."

 

"That's a little much ..."

 

Bartolo glared with a bitter look at Orest and Jarma, who exchanged smiles as if they were just observers.

 

"That ... Bartolo-san, about that story ..."

 

"Using us as a decoy ..."

 

"Shut up, if you don't like it, go somewhere else!"

 

Bartolo put his feet up on the table as if he didn't care, looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

 

Chezari and Tony, who have been pushed out, have a conversation with their eyes on what to do, but it seems that they can not draw a conclusion.

 

"As Bartolo said, no matter what the damned brat said, our methods can't change so easily."

 

"Well, when that time cimes, I'll use you as a decoy without hesitation ... If you don't like it, get out of the Flamehounds and walk on your own ..."

 

Chezari and Tony, who were pushed away by Roest and Jarma, thought silently for a while.

 

"I'm sorry, but I'm out ... Thank you for taking care of me ..."

 

Tony, after thinking with his arms folded, briefly told him, then bowed lightly and left the drawing room.

 

Seeing that, Chezari still seemed lost, but he stood up as if he had decided.

 

"Oh, thank you for your care!"

 

Saying godbye in a loud voice as if to shake off the regret, Chezari also left the drawing room.

 

"Well, neither one had guts ..."

 

"Gahahaha, Orest, it's terrible to want it from young people these days."

 

"What are you saying, I wonder if there was a brat who left calmly."

 

"Oh, that's right, hahahaha."

 

While complaining with his mouth, Orest has a refreshing look.

 

"So, Orest, what are we going to do now?"

 

"It doesn't matter, it's just like going back to the old days."

 

"Gahahaha, it would be helpful if you could really go back to the old days, since your face and body have aged."

 

"Kukuku, hey ..."

 

"You guys should go somewhere else ..."

 

Bartolo muttered with his eyes closed, and Orest and Jarma burst into laughter after looking at each other.

 

"Uhyahyahya, did you hear that, Jarma, the crybaby Baru is saying something?"

 

"Wait, wait ... don't leave yet, Orest ..."

 

"What did you want to talk about?"

 

Even if the glaring Bartolo looks terrible, it feels like the other two are unaffected.

 

Apparently, these three people seem to have a very old relationship.

 

"I don't know about the other guys, but it would be useless to dress us up, Jarma."

 

"Well ... what is this about a ribbon on the crotch?"

 

"Shut it, yesterday I drank too much and I was just off guard, I'll return the favor when he comes next time."

 

"I'm glad he didn't cut it off, it's better to have it even if it's small."

 

"Shut up! I'm not small!"

 

"That's ..."

 

"Gahahaha, I'll leave it at that ..."

 

"Damn, doing whatever you want ..."

 

Looking at the relationship between these three people, there seems to be no problem, but looking at the conversation last night and the response today, there seems to be a considerable problem, after all, I'll report to Donovan-san.

 

Even so, both Klaus-san, and Bartolo and the others, are adults who don't really seem to learn.

 

No matter how it's called the farthest town, it's still troublesome ...

 

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