Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

[Inspection Guild Farrell Dawg]

A large sign written like that caught my eye.

Feral Dog? Wild dogs? Wild dogs? It was a very violent name for a professional swordsman. Inside, it was clear that the strangled serial killers were full of ugly, bad-looking characters who couldn't even get their business cards.

"Examination Guild..."

There are many jobs of this kind in the world. A warrior, knight, wizard, mutugar, archer or bandit, or merchant, to name but a few. I don't know if it's just a bunch of criminals, but it sounds like a bunch of RPG games running around.

Among other things, these professional swordsmen, Swordsman, were well-known violent men. Their systematic teaching of swordsmanship was a useful skill that they could use for life.

In the age of monsters and murderers, the skill of swordsmanship was worth learning by giving money.

If you have money, I recommend learning swordsmanship rather than gambling or drinking. The difference between a learned person and a learned person is not just about studying. The backstreet swordsmen who fought in the streets can never defeat a swordsman who has learned real exhaust swordsmanship. This was a matter of survival.

So I never get too close to a knife-looking son of a bitch. He said he was going to the goal, because he knew it would happen right away. I'm not a dog fighter. If you look like a first-rate criminal, you should never be close.

Anyway, the story goes a little further, that's the conclusion. If you join the Inspection Guild, you won't get copper like you did last time. Who would protest against a group that only eats and knives? I felt the illusion of blood coming out of the places that were still being given. Even though the wound was undoubtedly healed, this Eagle's anger and broken pride seemed to be a hallucination.

"... how much does it cost to join?"

I looked at the various wallpapers attached to the wall that I was interested in. In fact, there was nothing wrong with learning swordsmanship when returning home was not guaranteed. The question is, does it cost money?

- New Guild Member vs. Focus -

- Five silver coins for admission! - Yeah.

Somehow, there were advertisements that seemed to advertise that they were selling bad food cheaply. Though I've been thinking a little, my pockets are a little heavy these days. Most importantly, the Mutuga guild fuckers are eye-catching.

"Five silver?

5 Silver. Very big money, but I thought it might be a good investment to think about my future. Gulp, the saliva is gone. My mind is already inclined.

... I was a little worried about the garden tax, but it was clear that if I paid a fair price and became a guild member, I would be a friend for the whole decade. Self, I don't know without going through it. I reached out like the hand of Icarus, stretched out towards the sun-

I walked into the gate of the prosecutor's guild like that.

Hue-up! Hue-up!

- Kiyaaab!

- Tsk!

After crossing the gate, there was a spectacular view of a fairytale village in the dream of training the human body with a strange moaning sound from a face of muscular criminals who had betrayed the upper body.

"You got it wrong."

When I tried to turn around behind a nightmare barracks, a man who looked like an epic criminal looked at me and said,

"What are you?"

"Ah."

"I've never seen a face before..."

I've never been so kind as to face someone like this. I tried to turn around again, recalling that I had lived correctly for three years.

"What?! Are you the prospect of enlistment?!"

"Oh, yes. For now."

However, the word "prospect" reflectively sprung up.

"The prospect of enlistment?"

"Entrance... Hope?"

"Entrance Hope!"

At that moment, all eyes of the barracks were on me. Well, what is it? How does this lifestyle feel when you don't have a recruit for a very long time?

"Uh, uh... so! First of all, sit here!"

"Oh, yes."

The recommendation was bare dirt. He was forced to sit naturally because he shouted to sit down, looking like an Epic Murder Robber. I thought it might be better to buy shields and gauntlets and Leg-Guards than to learn swordsmanship in five silver. Then a woman walked out of the other side.

"You're a prospect?"

"..."

I took away her gaze for a moment.

She had a sharp impression of a black ponytail coming down to her waist. Hair shimmered along the sunlight to make sure it was well maintained, and the wild eyes looked nasty as if they had sliced a little. The tightest black leather trousers highlighted the long legs, and a black corset tightened at the waist under a white blouse with a frill on the wrist was a magnificent beauty who seemed to be deliberately accentuating the big breasts.

It's big and sturdy, Doc.

She approached me and I stood up. The knife on the waist looked pretty good. Is this like the executive of the prosecutor's guild here? If I had been in that position with a big bust in my way, I would have been a real exhaust expert. I was a little scared.

"Oh, it's tall. It's okay to look bad. Are you from Barbarians when you look at your eyes and hair color?"

She said that she was tired of observing, as if she were tearing me from underneath her feet to the end of her head.

"Yes... well, yes. You, too?"

"Mixed."

My twin plates looked nasty due to the scars and wounds I had on my face. Then, it is said that the head is black, a mix of trendy people.

"You intend to join?"

"I came in to do that."

"Well, good. My name is Karin Bestart. It's the guild leader of this prosecutor's guild. What about you?"

Somehow, it was the guild leader who said the energy was not unusual. Are you from the nobility when you see the castle? It is now a setting that reveals, but the ordinary people have no castle.

"It's called Kat."

"Yes, Cat. Follow me."

Karin led me to the Guild's main house. I followed her behind her.

"I'll ask you first. Do you have any particular reasons for joining? Motivation is the most important thing when cutting. You need to know what this son of a bitch is trying to do, so it's easier to educate."

"Why?"

"Yes. Reason."

I stopped without opening my mouth.

Do I have to tell you this? My true purpose was to avenge half the Mutu guild teenagers. Don't you want to kneel down to them if you have the right power and the right group? Of course, I have a feeling that my increase in combat power is coming in kind of a dummy, but my purpose was that.

"Huh? Why. Are you having trouble talking? You want to learn swordsmanship and rob? It doesn't matter if I pay, but I'd rather recommend mercenaries than robbers..."

"No, I'll tell you what."

Obviously, learning swordsmanship and changing the occupation to professional strength is what Gummi pulls.

"So that's..."

But is that important right now? I was a horse.

"I had a drink at the bar a few days ago and Mutu gave it to the guild teenagers. No, in the first place, Sybi walked in on you, and suddenly he took the duel as a man, and all of a sudden he said that some knife-eater was ignoring the Mutooga, and he called the Zidal Guild members to the streets. Can I get a star? Am--Chang, the knife in front of the chief is useless. I had to knock it out. I was thinking about joining a guild like that."

I said as enthusiastically as I could as I felt. If my sincerity was told to her, the guild master, it was a passage so sincere that she would not be able to learn.

"Yes, that's my motive. I want revenge. I said," No. "

She suddenly burst into laughter as she quietly listened to my explanation.

"Phew, Phew!"

"No, why are you laughing? A man told me about the explosion. Not funny at all."

Karin seemed to be a skilled swordsman, who had a different sensitivity than the average person. Pioneering, violent or just like a psycho, Bourne became a bit more humorous than he felt bad.

"No, a few days ago, I heard a machete like an idiot was killed by a mutuga, was that you?"

But her answer was enough to make me feel bad again.

Wow, Shiva, the rumors are already spreading all the way here. I felt a little embarrassed. Because they are prosecutors, the swordsman was beaten by one of the Mutugas. If he heard the rumors, his pride would be frustrating.

"I mean, shit... what's the rumor..."

"Acceptance! Unconditional acceptance! You don't see me like that! Sign up right away. Oh, you must have five silver membership fees, right?"

Upon arriving at the Guild HQ, Karin handed me a piece of paper. It was a piece of paper that says "Application Confirmation Form." I picked up the pen and asked to sign.

"Of course. Do you teach me how to use a knife properly?"

"Absolutely! Pooh, pooh. You! I'll give you a special intensive education."

She seemed to feel better after the bread burst. I didn't know where the funny story was, but if I said I could get intensive education from the guild leader, it was a great chew.

"Haha, you can't go anywhere and hear that the prosecutor has been beaten by the Mutugas."

"I couldn't believe it either. I really thought I'd win by the third. Over ten of those bastards came with me. It was densely packed in without any sharp space, and it was literally dead."

Once more, she smiles loudly, stealing tears and accepting a confirmation letter.

"All right. From now on, you're one of our Parallax guilds. As I said, admission costs are five silver, and the duration of education is one month."

"Uh, isn't a month a little short? Is swordsmanship that much to learn?"

"Will I be able to make that sound after my intensive education? It's the frost of basic swordsmanship. That's enough to learn, and if you grow your senses in an intensive battle with me, it can be a stupid test."

Somehow I felt like I was going over her beauty and talking to her, but I nodded and took five silver coins out of my wallet and handed them over to her.