Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 102

"Hello, hello."

Arriving in front of the guild at the time I promised Copson, a familiar brown-haired woman waves her hands. Maria, a shield warrior adventurer.

"Was the last one Maria?"

"He said it was settled. I proposed a party, and I got accepted right away."

So it's the first time that I've worked with Maria since the dungeon. The main shield on her back still looks solid. That shield stopped the curse spell.

"So, this is the first time since the dungeon? How have you been?"

"It's always me. But who's standing behind?"

"Ah, say hello. It's Claudie, my lover."

"Lover!"

Mary opens her eyes and covers her mouth with both hands.

Something fresh.

"Nice to meet you, Claudie."

"Oh, hello? I'm Maria. I'm Cat's lover?"

Claudie, who suddenly dragged me behind my back, raises her chin on my shoulder.

"As you can see?"

"Oh, my God!"

Somehow, God started asking Claudie about it. When did you go out and how did you go out? At least I'm a girl with normal sensitivity, so I'm interested in that story.

It's not as much fun as someone else's relationship story.

Anyway, I liked the stickiness, so there was a conversation between the two of them.

Released from the middle, I stood next to Copson and habitually tore the dry volume.

"Hey, Copson. How long do we have to go?"

"I think we should go."

"Oh, right. By the way, did you bring a lantern? That's what I bought when I went to the dungeon. I bought a lot of oil just in case."

Copson pulled the lantern out of my backpack. A lantern used by Copson in Dungeons. A useable item that will light up for hours when refuelled.

"Khh, what are you looking at me as? Of course I got it. I would have been angry if I hadn't brought the oil."

The disadvantage is that one hand will not be used when worn. It's kind of like a curse. I've already begun to get caught by the strange urge to wipe the ring.

"Basic, Shiva. Hey, let's go!"

Then we set out towards the city's groundwater entrance. It wasn't that far. Claudie noticed that she was a little annoying with the sticking Meria, but she didn't seem to feel so bad about her answer.

"Hey, what's so good about that?"

"Well... it's too much to decide."

"Oh, my God!"

I naturally walked with a combination of two men and two women.

Copson whispered as if walking beside him.

"That's footy."

"Football."

"What can I do with my girlfriend?"

"If you look good."

"Don't tell me you look good with jokes."

"My heart hurts."

Copson is a grumpy guy with a charming steat on his head, and I think it's a little scary to make out with his girlfriend, to be honest. Probably riding a typical old man's machete.

I quickly arrived at the entrance to the groundwater as I was chatting about it.

Someone was standing in front of me, and it was Mr. Murman.

"You are the adventurers who will defeat the Undead... hmm?"

"Long time no see, Murphy."

"Hmm, a friend I've worked with."

"Do you know him?" Party members asked. He replied that he had worked with him the last time. Mr. Murman, who looked around us, began to briefly explain what we were going to do.

"Most of the work is stagnant except for the ground floor, because the Undead is now inside the waterway. Unknown bodies and garbage are piling up. If we don't resolve this quickly, the water will flow back into the city."

"That was huge. Specifically, how many undead are there?"

"I don't know the scale of the detail. Only the workers who were working on the ground floor were striking with a howl... more specifically, you know. I can't hit the peasant.

"What a terrible thing!"

I recalled a beautiful memory with Mr. Murman.

Using the situation of working alone on a patrol, I took advantage of the beautiful memories of being thrown into a corner and beaten to sleep. It was the warmth that was like salvation to me, who was tired and trained in swordsmanship. I came to sleep and took care of the party, so it couldn't have been so good.

I can't believe you set up a home for Mr. Murman's life.

Damn undead bastards. I never forgive.

"I'll guide you, so you can protect me and take care of Undead."

The quest was to escort Mr. Murman and deal with the remaining undead that had broken into the waterway. Just like these types of quests, you should pay special attention to escorts because if Mr. Murman searches, he's a dick.

There's no chance of a retreat.

"Don't go in."

Only the fire on the lantern entered the underground waterway. We followed him down.

"Ugh... stinks."

"That's a bit harsh."

The party members began to frown at the severe odor. Claudie has a better sense of smell than a human being, so it will be harder. I gave her the cloth I bought yesterday.

"Now, Claudie, stop your nose with this. It's gonna be okay."

"Thank you."

Claudie immediately covers her mouth and nose with a cloth. I covered my nose and mouth the same way. I feel like I'm okay with breathing. I don't know what Claudie's like.

Then Mary approached and said,

"Ho, is that how you got hold of her?"

"That's right. You should learn. Men are too weak for this."

"Not even a man? Or vice versa?"

"No objection. Men and women are all the same. Maria, if you want to catch a man, you can do a lot of good, or you can get a line of beer. What about Claudie..."

"That's it."

"Yes."

Claudie cut the horses.

She has the power to make me a drunkard on the day I first met her and make a mess.

One day, I heard an excuse for that, and she was an old maiden who had lived her whole life without a kite for a man and was so impulsive... Oh, this was a disgraceful confession, let's move on.

"Is that true, Barbarian?"

"What's wrong?"

"Whether it's a man or a woman..."

"You're an exception."

"Damn it."

Anyway, Copson and Murman's lantern reveal the darkness.

The water inside the waterway was filled with the sound of running water. Rather, it seems more tranquil because of the sound of this water. From time to time, I could only hear the rats running and the water falling from the ceiling.

"I'm going down to the second floor now. I was a little worried, but I can't see anything on the first floor either."

I reached the stairs going down to the ground floor.

This time, Meria takes the lead, regardless of the shield. After that, Copson lifts the lantern. Slowly, I don't know what's going to pop out, so I go down very slowly. I was nervous because I thought there might be ghouls.

There was no raid while coming down the stairs.

We entered the second floor completely and went through a tranquil darkness.

Meria stands behind Murman, who put forward the shield, protecting his rear, and Copson and I are in position. And then Claudie followed.

From here, the Undead will appear in full.

I'm not afraid of zombies, to be honest, but I have a clear image of Gool in my brain. Wouldn't it hurt so much to see such a deformed monster on such a dark path?

It was not once or twice that I picked up a surprising liver after going through the universe of game death. The human liver is surprisingly detachable, so I would often reattach the fall.

- Aurorong.

- Aurororolong.

"Showed up."

Starting from the other side, stumbling zombies begin to walk.

I looked around to see if there was anything else besides them, but I couldn't find anything more because the Lantern's light didn't reach far enough.

"Cut off your head."

"Sure."

After pulling the sword, I walked forward like a destructive cat.

If you cut it wrong, it will be a head bucket, a corpse, and fall into the waterway that is flowing next to it. I needed to collect as many heads as I could, so it was difficult.

- Aurorong.

The user gently swings the blade toward the zombie that stretches out its arm. Once the force was adjusted, it was cut weakly. Because the unexpected thrust could have caused the head to fly.

- Chulfuck!

Surprisingly, I couldn't cut the zombie's throat.

The knife was only half tucked into his neck.

I adjusted the force too finely.

"Fuck."

This frustration does not suit my taste.

I immediately snap back at a half-cut zombie. My kicking power was greatly elevated due to the Grid of the Holy Salvation Army. The zombie that flew in the impact fell against the wall.

"Copson, cut that son of a bitch's head off."

"I see."

The fallen one leaves it to Copson and the other one to the armpit.

I'll blow your throat this time.

"Oh, you frustrated people."

At that time, Meria, who was walking out loud, swung her shield coldly. A zombie pricked at his chest with a protrusion in the middle of the shield threw up his crushed ribs and fell backwards, and Maria stepped on the fallen one and lowered the shield to the neck.

- Bang!

Then the zombie's head fell off.

It's a tremendous power.

"Now, put it in there quickly."

"Well... you're a little sleek, aren't you?"

"I enjoyed the festival as much as I could."

There has not been anything particularly dangerous since. It was literally a smooth process. The zombies' clans were simply wiped out, and their testimonial heads were thrown into the sack.

"Mr. Murman, how many more zombies can I catch?"

"Hm, no matter how entrusted you are, you have to be thorough. We'll have to continue our search until sundown. If you show me that much hair, I'll stamp it. First of all, we have to show our goodwill to do something."

"Reasonable thinking, too."

Whenever the Intermediate Lantern went out, he continued to explore the second floor of the basement following Murman's instructions.

The specificity is that he killed a few Giant Bats or Suzuslims for fun. Indeed, our adventurers, who burst into personality, expressed their ferocious pleasure at seeing a living monster as violent.

Looking at the undead's lines, how sad it is to see them alive again.

Slime exploded and killed, and Giant Bet slashed and killed with all his might.

"Don't destroy the waterway ecosystem too much. Because they break things down like dirt."

Murman said that killing a living monster was a delight while exploring the boring waterways.

- Gororok.

"Oh, look at that bastard."

I saw some zombies drowning in the water as I was walking. They drown and floated. Seeing Mr. Murman's face, he said he didn't need to be rescued. I was glad.

I didn't know what to do with Mr. Murman if I asked him to pick it up.

"I think the second floor is worth the money... and I think I'll finish exploring the third floor a little later."

Mr. Murman's guidance led to the basement third floor.

"... it's not a very pleasant place."

Rarely, Claudie makes a song. Damn it. I'll never do anything about groundwater from now on. I felt bad about the smell. I decided to stay by her side as much as I could to comfort her.

The third floor was also nothing special. Just a few zombies and skeletons rolling around. I couldn't even see the gool I was worried about. It was literally simple.

It's time for the search to end.

I've filled the sack in my own way, so that should be enough.

It was then.

"Cat, stop."

Claudie stopped me.

"I feel popular."

"... popular?"

I immediately stopped the group and asked Murman.

"Mr. Murman. Has anyone gone in or out?"

"... not recently, I know. I've been in control since I entrusted you with the quest."

Those of us who felt unhappy with the words killed their breath.

If anyone had, they would have already seen the lanterns and found us. However, unlike Claudie's saying that popularity is felt, there is nothing else to see but our light.

Who walks around without a light?

Or Undead?

She wouldn't have mentioned it if it were Undead.

If so?

- Tak-tak-tak!

Suddenly I heard something running.

"Who's there!"

"Everybody get behind me!"

Copson was appalled, and no matter what shield he put up, Meria went ahead of us.

- Tak-tak-tak!

Unlike my howling friends, I focused and heard a strange sound.

Something was running, but it wasn't coming.