Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

In fact, the adventurer was nothing but a knife-beared urban worker.

It is also an incredibly multitasking profession that includes workers and beggars.

Why is this an adventurer?

I don't know why you call me an adventurer, but I feel like I'm a mercenary.

These mercenaries were literally a group of crazy serial killers in a professional war.

So it's too vague to call it a mercenary.

How can an adventurer like Naburin be so close to a warrior-trained killer? I can never call him a mercenary, so I'm an adventurer.

Mercenaries are war experts. Adventurers are real hounds.

That's about it.

- Adventurer.

But in the first place, it's not really an adventure.

What they do is literally violent work, such as cocksucking and hunting monsters. The only adventure is to smell the money and move around.

There is neither dream nor hope.

When you see that Columbus is also called an adventurer, an adventurer might be called a greedy doomsday in that he's a fucking scumbag.

The real adventurers, who are obsessed and obsessed, are simply inferior generals who have just heard their weapons, and are neither productive nor technology-based. Or poor people who have no family, no home, and risk their lives hunting monsters for a few Cooper coins.

Wherever you go, the lower classes are there, and in this world, they are adventurers. Even today they crawl out of the wall to earn a few coopers.

Some of them are diligent, some are just minded, but they are garbage that turns into a murder heist if they only have five or ten chances. In the first place, the people who carry the slaughter can't be normal. Isn't Columbus?

Well... that doesn't mean they're not particularly unhappy.

Without such things as flies that have no foundation, no house, no land, no technology, they won't starve to death.

It is an age of gratitude for being alive.

It's the same as Earth or the world.

Even in the city, it's cheap to do all kinds of annoying things, so there's always a corner to making money because it's not much regulation.

- Adventurers make a living.

In fact, this is a big adventurer's guild ball.

Those who join forces with the ruling people in the city and run the guild are the heroes who ransom the adventurers.

The guild focuses all its work on the city as if it were a middle window, making it a motto to to solve problems quickly and quickly.

Of course, there are many users.

Wouldn't it be quicker for an individual to put a request in the guild and wait for it than to get someone?

This is the guild's role.

Of course, the guild doesn't pay much attention to lower class adventurers. Just as an adventurer is a horse only adventurer, an adventurer guild is a horse only adventurer guild.

If you think there's nothing to benefit F-E adventurers, you can understand it.

For the guild, it is only necessary to take a stance such as "make money and pay a fee".

The number of adventurers is huge anyway, and the beggars who work for the money are also kicking in. Fuckin 'adventurers can't help but work cheap and pay a fee.

The most fucked-up thing is that I can't help but protect my commitment.

All I do is let go of work and the party registration system.

In fact, this party system is only a real minimum in the spirit of preventing murderers from cheating and killing one person.

A minimum measure that you don't have to worry about your party members dying when you just go to work with them. Of course, killing them all and throwing them into other cities is a big deal.

Ah, how could an adventurer's life be such a dick?

There is no union in this world. They simply have to live in a system that has been built and exploited as collateral for their lives.

It is my opinion that this strange lifestyle was created because there are monsters in this world.

-This is roughly the concept of being an adventurer I know roughly. Honestly, I don't know, so I think there's a bit of a clutter.

But this is the story of F-E adventurers who make up the majority of adventurers, and things have changed a lot since D-class like me.

Recognized for their skill and reliability in knife-writing, Class D Adventurers are key members of the guild and are responsible for many important quests while benefiting them.

It's like defeating monsters in a farming village. Freezers like F and E need a force that can never be done.

But it's not that hard.

At the same time, money doesn't go in that much.

Even if it's Class D like a gathering of jockeys, the scale is not that big.

A quest to defeat Hopgoblin, who occupied the mine last time, is just the D-class average. If the peasants try to solve it with the iron, many will die. It's better to just spend a few pennies on people.

Well, that's why the adventurer business is doing so well.

That's why it's practically the final technique as an adventurer.

Like Cockatries.

In this world, such ferocious monsters appear frequently.

Defeating such a subtle large monster doesn't necessarily require a soldier, but it doesn't mean you can defeat F-D adventurers.

Class C adventurers do this.

These are also key members of the guild. They benefit like this as a true guild member and pretend to solve things that need to be solved.

By this time, I will be able to say that I don't work at all and work in a professional monster hunting business.

But here's the question.

What about class B?

And to answer that, class B or class A is actually just nominal, and it's okay to assume that it's not.

Large monster stronger than Cockatrice.

I wish I could change that kind of high-grade adventurer, but those who have enough strength don't do the same petty things as adventurers. Why are you so good at being an adventurer?

It's better, more comfortable, more money.

Disasters that require such skilled people are what the urban authorities need to solve. I usually put soldiers or knights in this kind of work.

So there's nothing adventurers can do on their own.

The Ogre Punitive War is just a collection of cheap swordplay adventurers to reduce the damage of Isvant infamy and soldiers.

Of course, the calculations are a little staggered, but there is no need to reward the adventurers who have been chased like maggots, so they will be called guild boats because of the adventurers who were killed there.

In these events, the guild benefits even if the adventurer dies.

And well, the Orc Faction, which appeared in Baron Dodens' order, was taken care of by the army, but the news of dealing with the Stragglers was entrusted to the adventurers.

It's like that.

"What."

I'm looking at the guild's bulletin board, so I just thought about why.

The current bulletin board contains a Class F quest to collect something and a Class E quest to defeat the thrilling Goblins in the harsh spring season. And it took me a long time to complete a D-grade quest.

I've been taking a close look at one of them, so I found something quite ridiculous.

"Homicide bee?"

Winia, who came to the Tower of Horses, said that the nearby jungle had ceased explosive expansion and remained anchored and solidified with the terrain.

I don't know about the others, but we speculated that Alane had collapsed and the expansion had stopped.

So the local economy seemed to be activated because of the jungle that just became topographical, but the accident was also activated.

It was the commission's message that the giant wasps that flew out of the jungle were killing people and kidnapping children. Below it was annotated that the barrel, which constantly prevented the top from manoeuvring, had large and small damage.

It was the content of this Class D quest that said that if you defeat the Homicide Bee, you will receive a silver prize for each of its three heads.

There appeared to be a considerable number of victims, resulting in an upward grading of the relationship.

It is also written in red next to the annotation that many adventurers and ordinary residents have already been caught dragging to their nests because they have no idea where the bees are.

"Fucking scary motherfucker."

Is this the poison of the fallout you saw last time?

But those bastards weren't big enough to kill people. It's strange if you haven't grown rapidly.

Too bad Copson can't be seen.

I imagined that the giant killer bees that drove into my head like a nightmare slaughtered a child who was running in the field and made it into a meat racer to feed larvae.

I felt the horror of the fur all over me.

The solitude made of such a huge wasp, what good would it have been... it was so frightening that it would tremble.

I went back to the listing and explained this to Winia.

Claudie seems to have left for a while.

"I know. I heard about it at the Horse Tower."

"Is it okay to have one silver on three heads?"

"Yes, I do. Shall we go then?"

When Claudie came, the three of them decided to go.

When I came in, I shortened the flower of Alaune and gave it water. The red petals were wide open and it was so strange to turn your head because I gave you water.

He's cute in his own way.

"Alaunera..."

I thought maybe it was all because of this that the killer bees were born. Maybe. Literally maybe. Now that the queen who will be the loser of the forest is gone, aren't they going to be counted?

What a terrible delusion.

I shuddered to the other side.

Let's take a look at the heads of those murdering bees. It will not be too late to start working in earnest after seeing them.

"Right, nigga. I've been researching flowers."

"Oh, what kind of flowers are you doing?"

Winia, who is giving me water, said.

"I don't know because there's less literature and no data on the exact substance, but I think it's used as a good alchemy or magic ingredient. It's an unclear story, but some say it's used to make special elixirs."

I know it's amazing, but I haven't explained it yet.

Then for now, I think I'm forced to keep growing.

"But instead of the data, I searched for legends and folklore like this, and I had a lot of subjects that I wanted to experiment with."

"Experiment? What is it?"

"Nigga, let's get your cock out."

"What! Why!"

I was so surprised that it came out so quickly. I am frightened, as Winia persuaded me.

"The cerebrospinal fluid of Asahan during the famine or the blood flowing from the neck of the death row. or male semen rich in sheep that promotes growth. But I can't get two in front of you, can I?"

As she laughed so much, she slapped my groin.

But the death row's blood or Asa's cerebrospinal fluid... somehow the ingredients felt like they were cruel and cruel, like Alane himself.

"But the last one. We. The nigger. You know what?"

- Tuck-tuck.

Mmm.

"Come on, nigga! Let's get that cock out of here! I'll do it with my hands today!"

"No, what a manipulative... yes."

When I saw Winia smiling widely, I only thought about doing what I asked her to do. You have to let him tell you he wants to try it.

- Hooray.

I lowered my pants immediately.

"Dead?"

"Pull over."

"Cook. What can I do for you?"

"Chest!"

Winia undressed reveals her big breasts.

"Cook-Cook-Cook, you cute nigger. You like my boobs that much?"

"Too good, Lehu."

She stretched out her hands, pinched my cheeks once and smiled at me, and she started to faze on her knees instantly, so she became naturally erect.

"You like niggers?"

"So... good...!"

An object buried between her breasts rubs between them, giving her a dreamy pleasure. Shortly afterwards, her emotions slipped in, and after stopping Faizri, she aimed my things at the pot and shook her hand quickly.

- Table tennis.

There's no way I can hold onto Faizrie's hand job.

- Boom! Boom!

As a result, I made a really ridiculous move to make bouquets on flowers. The spurted semen soaked the petals, then rode down the stems and picked them up.

Unbelievable.

I really didn't think I would live in a bouquet of flowers.