Another World Transfer in Game Character

Bear out the door - too, Hans looked pretty scratchy.

And big.

He was a big boy from the beginning, but what grows up to this point in only three years?

"Oh, you've grown, Mr. Hans. Do you remember me?

"Long time no see, Mr. Yumil"

Well, I haven't grown at all, so you'll remember.

Still... you're about two meters tall, right?

"You've grown up. How tall are you now?"

"Is it a little over a hundred and ninety? What brings you here today?

Even three years ago, I'd already had a voice change, but the more wild, bass-turning voice sounds like a beast roar.

He also says he's a hundred and ninety tall, but two meters would be closer.

Is there a difference of about fifty centimeters from me?

"I'm here today to invite you to a festival in Talhan."

"Festival... oh, I've heard rumors"

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I waited to see what kind of rumor you'd tell me, but there's no word to go on.

As usual, I mean Park Pak, he seems to have a character with few words.

"It's not here, please go inside. It's a mess."

"Yeah, thank you"

"Grandpa Shima Su"

Inside the cabin I was invited into, it felt exactly like a men's room.

It's a spacious cabin, but tools are thrown everywhere, and it feels narrower than it looks.

The central part is arranged like an enclosure with heating, and there is no mountain-specific skin cold.

Tools that are abandoned also have many boneless objects, such as pimples, axes and fur jackets, among which were particularly marked by bandages and medicinal herbs stained with blood.

"What? Are you hurt, are you hurt?

Aliusha finds it eye-catching and asks tilting her neck.

Hans looked at it and smiled and nodded.

"A little. I stepped on a dodge"

"I'll cure you, [heels]!

Aliusha expands the Magic Formation at a tremendous speed to activate the [Heel].

Originally, the speed at which the heel's magic formation unfolds is pretty fast, but she's been faster in the last three years.

"Thanks. You're still amazing. I don't need chanting."

"Well, I mean our inherent skills. So, how are you hurt like that?

I'm more concerned about why I got hurt than I was about healing an injury.

Wasn't there a deep scratch?

"I'm trying to protect people. So many injuries."

"Defenseman? In this mountain?

"There's a dragon living on this mountain right now, sss."

"Nah!?

Dragon.

The most major fantasy creature, even in fantasy.

As there are examples of Lynn, there is a wide variety of species, the strength of which is a thousand different.

But what we have in common is to say that we are the 'strong'.

The more dragons continue to be strong in this world, and the more essential it is to mobilize the army if we are to try to crusade.

Crusading alone is difficult even in a hero class like Mr. Leggle's and requires partying with several adventurers of the same power.

But far beyond that, I'll be able to hunt alone.

Whatever it is, Hans is not the kind of monster you can handle with hair growing on the average person.

"That, alone?

"Just a lookout. From sss. If you see him, you run away and run to the village to let him know."

"Still, the danger is the same!

Put the fire in the enclosure and hang the kettle there to boil the tea Hans.

He's flat out, but that's what he's got to be doing every day of his life.

That injury is also convincing if it is the cause.

"Me, from Stranger Sz. I can't stay in the village without this role."

"Such an unscrupulous!

Surveillance of dragons is synonymous with being told to die.

I felt a strong outrage at the villagers imposing it on me.

Besides, isn't this his home town!

"No, it's not that long. There's a dragon slayer in this village."

"Dragon Slayer"?

"Yes. See, you've never heard of it? A while ago, McCream exorcised the dragon."

I know. And I'm hatching that egg.

And I'm making it a dragon rider.

"I know. Is he in this village now?

"Yeah, they say the villagers are trying to convince us."

Hans smiles calmly as he serves tea to us.

A gentle smile, as if to reassure me and others who are worried.

"So if you wait a little longer, you're sure to knock me down, suss."

"... since when?

"Huh?"

"Since when, that person"

But some of his wounds were pretty old.

There was even something healing. It's not the injury of the last few days.

That means he was left in this environment for a long time.

"Well, did you come to the village about six months ago?"

"Six months!? And the dragon came?

"About a year ago."

The fact that you haven't received my request in six months is the same if you're not willing to take it!

"Why, six months."

"This place starts with a long winter ss. Isn't it time to move?

It's time to say we should go into the early summer. No matter how long this place is in the cold north, it's too long.

Is there a reason?

"For once, you may need to listen and see. Let's go back to the village."

"Well, this is a little... too harsh"

Both Senri and Arusha are fluffy as if they could not sit on their bellies.

"We'll go back to the village once. Hans, don't be impotent because we're here. 'Cause if it is, the dragon can go to the village."

"That's... no, I get it. I'll take care of it."

I'll kill one or two of the dragons in a flash.

... just get to the point where the sword arrives.

Flying enemies are very troublesome, unlike games.

Inside the labyrinth, you can restrict its movement, but when you go outside, you can attack extremely narrowly.

No, there's too much room to avoid.

Well, that's as far as I can follow if I'm on Lynn, too, so I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that.

Whatever it is, his situation needs to be resolved quickly, or his life will be at stake.

I want to avoid the fact that facial acquaintances feed on dragons, even if I do.

We left his house there to greet him and hurried back to the village.

Almost beating up into the so-called village chief's house, which also has power in the village, rushes in the same way.

The magnificent man, who was having lunch with his son, was confused by our intrusion and shouted out.

I don't even know how that reacts. But right now, the solution is paramount.

"What the hell is this all about!

"What do you mean? Rather, what are you guys? All of a sudden I push you into people's homes, disrespectful."

"It's dinner time. Later, kids."

The two of them knocking on the door of the house and about to eat at the table ahead of them are making their eyes black and white when they look at the mess we came in.

It's an extremely disrespectful visit, but unlike the village chief who tries to keep a certain courtesy, my son is not even trying to hide his displeasure.

"It's about Hans! Why are you letting me watch the mountains all by myself?

"It's..."

"He's a stranger. As useful as that is, I need you to stand up."

Blocking the village chief's words, he runs his mouth like his son throws up and throws it away.

Is he the same as Hans from the age, or a little above?

There may have been childhood certainty, but it's too much to say anything about life being involved in that certainty.

"So what about you? He is still scratchy and watchful of the mountains. You're having a good lunch here. Why don't you take your place for a little while?

"You busy kid! Why would the next village chief want me to take such a risk?

My son comes up high and grabs my collar.

The village chief just relaxes and looks at the trick. Perhaps you're going to punish the busy traveler. Dashi my son.

"Don't spoil a lot of people, kid, okay? Even if I look like this, I'm the same age as Hans, I am."

But I'm gonna grab that wrist back, and I'm gonna put a little effort into it.

Don't take a sweet look at the grip of a demonic knight wielding a two-handed sword like a twig.

There is a tingling, bone-crushing sound, and there is a petite feeling in my hand.

"Damn, ahhh!?

"And if you're the next village chief, feed your eyes that spot the power of your opponent. Otherwise, I'm going to see you like this in the future."

"Johan! Guest, what are you doing!

"That's the one who got his hands on it first. If I don't tell you to stay in there, I'm gonna hold your wrist like this.

"Wow, I get it. Johann, you have to pull here!

"Ahhhhh..."

My son - Johan takes a step back, drooling with tears, runny nose and covetousness in too much intense pain.

In response, I let go of my wrist.

"You've seen a combat adventurer sweetly, haven't you? Well, I know your personality well. I don't expect anything anymore. Spit out where the dragon killer is."

"Hey, what..."

"I'm going to ask you why you didn't take the request."

Yeah, he doesn't take requests.

Hans is about to sacrifice it, but he's about to abandon it.

Question its sincerity, and in case you stop by, I'll take control of the dragon.

I didn't like the trouble, I didn't want to pinch my mouth about other villages, but I didn't have that kind of weight.

Half-threatened. Ask where the dragon-killer adventurer is and head ahead.

He was trapped in this village for the winter, had nothing to do before, and had been drinking all day.

They say the adventurer's name is a man named Keiyan.

This may perhaps be a nickname bearing the name of the original world.

Anyway, he doesn't look like he's working, he drinks and he wraps his beard around without getting ready to exorcise the dragon.

This can't be allowed.

"Is there a man here who says Keiyan?

Push open the door of the tavern and pronounce it so loudly.

By the time we got here, we were fully armed.

The man you're about to meet is probably a metastasizer, who doesn't even know if he's an enemy or an ally.

Stay alert, there's nothing to lose.

In a dim store, full of alcohol and tobacco odors.

In this cold village, where little work can be done during the winter months, it is not an uncommon sight for men who have no time to swallow to soak up daylight bright red wine.

There are a few people in the store - eight customers and one bartender.

Most of them enjoy drinking in a lively way.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to make a scene. Make that readiness and look around the store.

Then there was a man who shook up in my proclamation.

A skinny man who drinks at a table in the back, like a wire on a fine surface.

I can't seem to get the impression of a handyman at first glance, but I can peek at the height of its potential.

I slightly walk over to the man and put my hips down in the seat across the street.

Behind me, Mr. Cenri and Aliusha refrain.

They didn't take their seats and stayed standing. This is to keep your opponent alert and in a position to move quickly.

I'm here to negotiate. And because I'm proud to say that once or twice an attack won't render me incapable of combat.

"Are you sure you're Mr. Keyan?

"Oh, yeah. I'm Keiyan."

The man, not gazing at me, told me so in a trembling voice.