Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The festival was over, and people went back to their daily lives.

The city regained its original dull appearance after a twisted Halloween atmosphere that soared fanatically. Adventurers who were happy with Undead's headaches also had to regain their minds and return to their livelihood.

I heard that the church that collected the most Undead supply is called the Bronze Society. I bet on a very good plan card and it wasn't a mess.

Each church sold its merchandise and chopped down the head of the Undead by the number of Bundallants. In short, if you sold 100 Dalits of merchandise, you would take 100 buckets of head.

I gathered the headaches and executed a massive ritual in each church. The ritual of marrying the unhappy victims and offering them to their gods was such a ritual that the pagans who were blaspheming said they were feverish and joyful.

Of course, unlike their wishes, God never responded, and they didn't know if paradise was near, but at least I thought the world would be a little more peaceful by exterminating the Undead.

Well, that wasn't the purpose of the festival in the first place.

I applaud all the religions for their hard work.

"Ugh..."

When I woke up, Claudie turned around and slept.

I grabbed my chest and grabbed it with a hug from behind. A small groaning gushed out of her mouth as she fell asleep. I then tinted my chest with my hand with a ring.

I used to be a newlywed, but I was living as a real newlywed after I put on my ring.

If there's anything different, is Claudie a little bit more calm?

It's burning to her every day.

"Ugh... kate? What happened?"

"Uh, good night."

When I touched my chest, she stood up with my eyes shining.

Claudie likes not to say anything at any time... but I find it strange to be bothered these days.

"Claudie, haven't your breasts grown?"

Definitely.

Claudie's breasts were noticeably larger than when she first met him.

That is why I closed my chest to the realm of "greasy milk." First of all, the weight and grip were different. I don't get tired of touching it all day long. It was like that.

I don't know how happy it is to watch her grow as a man.

Is this the parent's heart looking at their child's growth... it was really a criminal joy. I don't think there's anything to add if it comes to breastfeeding. I am confident to squeeze it every day.

"That's because you sleep with me every day... Hah, now, wait. A nipple...!"

I put my broken ears in my mouth and rubbed my nipples with a thoughtful bite. With my thighs bent and restrained her body, Klaus starts shaking and shaking.

"Really, from the morning...! Argh?! Ear, ear, don't bite!"

Three metal earrings are caught in the teeth. My question only deepened. How old is Claudie?

This earring is the clue.

It's six, so if you go ten or twenty years at a time, you're 60 or 120. The worst case scenario may be 180 years of age, but as you know, the typical life expectancy of an elf is known to be 300 years or less, and it is estimated that a half-elf will probably be between 200 and 250 years of age.

Elves have aging, so it doesn't make sense to be 180. So you're either 60 or 120. One of them would be the right answer. And it is commonly said that elves who wander around outside are over 100 years old when they are Angan.

If so.

Maybe Claudie is 100 years older than I am.

"Claudie, you..."

"Hahh... Hahh..."

With such extreme speculation, I could not ask Claudie, who was moaning in accordance with my blushing.

What does age really matter? I only look so pretty in my eyes. Her appearance is from her late teens to mid-20s on a human basis. Skin is good, no wrinkles. How good it is to have a sensual body, a thin waist, and elastic flesh. Even elf blood always smells good in the body.

As far as I could think, I lowered my hand that was bothering my nipples.

"Hiccup!"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Claudie's womanhood was already soaked. My hands were completely wet on the lump. He began to rub mercilessly, and Claudie's temperament burst and his back curled.

"Argh!! I'm sensitive right now! Slow down! Huh?!"

Can you do the resection?

I got up as excited as I could and grabbed Claudie's leg and opened it.

Claudie, who gathers her hands to her chest, looks up at me with her fluttering eyes.

* * *

"That's why I came for a job!"

- Boom.

Copson, who sipped a beer and put a glass down at the table, said. It seemed like half a drink in an instant.

Lunch time is around noon.

Now that the festival is over, it was time for us to go back to our livelihoods. I came to the adventurer's guild to get a job, and Copson joined him because he was drinking beer. Surprisingly, one quest is said to have been won.

"Tell me more."

"It's an E class quest. Once I get it, the total amount of the quest is 2 silver.It would be fine if you had a party of 3 or 4 people."

"Two silver?"

... how much is two silver divided by four?

Isn't that 50 Cooper?

"..."

At this moment, a severe cognitive discomfort came to me and began to shake my brain. After a while, the brain drained and flew to a far away place.

50 Cooper. What comes out of that realistic amount of money is that it passes through your head.

It is.

Because I've touched a little bit of money lately, I was a nasty E adventurer who used to eat less than 50 coupons a day.

Usually, I defeated those quests twice or four times a week to clarify my life.

"Fifty Cooper..."

Fifty coopers went to the back alley right away, and only one or two robbers were able to justifiably take the cut.

I think so. Somehow, it felt like 50 Cooper wasn't a big deal. In retrospect, about two years ago, I didn't have a cooper, so my stomach was crumbling.

It's a big deal. I'm starting to get confused with my sense of money. It was the initial symptom of a typical famine. It was necessary to put back the sensation of going crazy into reality.

"It's gonna be okay. So what's going on?"

"Well, it's not that hard."

It is difficult to earn money by working normally.

That is natural, and it is right to do so.

Originally, labor was not sacred (Marxist). Beating up murderous robbers is a gambling opportunity, and I don't think it's a routine job.

I realized that it would cost more to immerse people than to hunt monsters and do quests in the last few days, but I don't think I should get out of the way because I am a literate contemporary.

The life of white justice is not something I can handle.

"The Undead broke into the groundwater. There are so many undead, it's not unusual to have a few flowing in. Anyway, he said it was difficult because of that and asked me to subdue him and bring him the evidence. You can cut your head off."

"On the groundwater? No, I have to cut off my head again than I do?"

"Yes, I am. It's nothing more convenient than that. Isn't that hard? I think we should just go down there and get rid of it. It's only four to go. Fifty coopers. It's a great income."

Yeah, 50 coopers is a big buck.

It's money that can last a week if you save a little.

It is true that a simple subjugation request is not so difficult.

"Claudie, have you ever been to the groundwater?"

"I don't think so."

Claudie shakes her head.

Underground waterways are familiar to me. I used to go down to clean up garbage when I was in F class, and I used to work in Alba format when I learned swordsmanship from Hanchang Karin on Isvant's groundwater.

Your boss was Mr. Murman. I used to patrol with him then.

He was very relaxed and nice, but this time he looked at his face.

"I'll see you in front of the guild early tomorrow morning."

"Let's do it. But then it's three. What about one of you?"

"I'll try to find the right one. Well, if you can't find it, it doesn't matter if you're three."

Then it would be good to have Elise.

It's a dark place, so I think it would be nice to do it in many ways.

But what are you buying these days? I haven't seen him since I defeated Flesh Golem. Maybe Serra and I went back to the church in Krashheim.

As she said, one day we'll meet again.

"Then let's do it. See you tomorrow. What are you going to do now?"

"I'll do it tomorrow, but I don't think we should play today. I'm going to drink from now on."

"You alcoholic bastard."

"Hahaha, how can you live without a drink?"

I greeted Copson moderately and went out with Claudie.

In fact, it's a neighborhood that doesn't have much to do, so there's nothing to enjoy but drinking, gambling, and spending time with reason.

Those who are a bit constructive may borrow books from the library or train themselves, but it is rare for the faithful to do that on a modern Earth or worldwide basis. Consequently, those who were as intoxicated as Copson were the placenta.

Adventurers are the hardest 3D professions after strength, so they can't be separated from alcohol.

"Cat, what are you doing today?"

"Well..."

Claudie wrapped my back around my arm and said, It was still midday, even though I had a good time with Claudie from the morning. I even came out after eating. There was nothing left to do.

"Time is running out. There's nothing I can do but go to the store once. Claudie, do you have something you want to do separately?"

"Well..."

Dan Claudie, who brought his finger to his lips, thought about it and said, "No wonder.

"Sex?"

"Well, what! I said in the morning!"

Don't say it out loud, sister!

I quickly made sure no one had heard of the left or right. Fortunately, there was no one. What the hell are you talking about out there in the middle of the day?

"Huhuhu, shall we go?"

Although I want to go for sure, I decided to find something to do separately because I was caught up in her temptation and it was clear that I would be drawn all day today.

"Let's do that at night... and let's stop at the grocery store. Tomorrow I'm going to the subway, so I have some things to take care of."

"Yeah, I get it."

Arriving at the grocery store, I bought a few bottles of oil and dry volumes.

I also bought a cloth similar to a bandage of moderate size, which is worth using as a mask. If you enter the waterway, you can use this to block your nose and mouth.

Nevertheless, there was a lot of time left to visit the forge.

I already had a gauntlet on my chest and a grib on it, so I didn't live long enough, and I just decided to cut a knife. A sharp knife should be taken care of frequently. The blade hurts a lot because you chew the Flesh Golem.

"Sir, can you handle this today?"

"I'm a little busy right now. If you leave it to me, I can do it till tomorrow evening."

"But in a hurry, isn't there a quiet place nearby?"

"Well... the same blacksmith doesn't know who's at rest and who's busy. Find it yourself."

I found a forge that seemed a little restless and left it to be trimmed. It took me a while to come back.

"Cat, let's take a look here."

"Yes."

Claudie, who saw the stretched jars, grabbed my hand and dragged it. A warrior, Hell-Khan, likes weapons like a woman.

Dating while watching weapons in a dense area of the forge was a completely dreamlike situation.

I spent some time like that and went back to my room.

It starts tomorrow.