Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

The royal decree had been issued.

Officially, the king could hardly be bedridden and issuing orders; this was surely a royal command authorized by the prime minister.

Yet, despite that, I had only one choice.

“...I will obey the royal decree.”

Unless I killed every witness and lied that I never received any royal orders, refusal was impossible.

“The royal family will remember Baron Yandel’s loyalty.”

Jerome’s gentle smile was infuriating, but I decided to focus on the positive side.

Joining the expedition and being under his command?

My freedom on the underground first floor would diminish, and there’d be no way to restrain him if he acted like a troll.

Unlike now, where I monopolize everything, loot would be divided according to fixed shares, and I’d be left to scavenge leftovers.

But...

‘With that force, we can do anything.’