Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 328

"I'm a little interested in that. What are you doing?"

Just like I just did, I felt like I could easily take the money if I just beat the Violent Ships.

This is a business I want to do too.

If one person pays only 10 coupons a month, you can make only ten of them, and you get a silver dollar a month.

Maybe this is a primitive form of guild.

Why is it primitive? Because instead of receiving money, this primitive guild teaches its members protection and useful skills, and I think it's just pouring out violence and tearing it apart.

Legal protection is a place called this slum, where even Cityguard has laid his hands. The murders of beggars are just like breathing, and violence and extortion are not sins in the first place.

So it must have been dug up by the same social organization as eternal life.

That's why hitting and killing a few criminals here won't be a problem. There was no legal problem with setting up a primitive guild.

No, it's more of a good thing than no problem.

The more I thought about it, the less consultative I felt as being the leader of the Slum Primary Guild. I also liked the fact that if I didn't like it, I could instantly turn into a jersey dress.

"Arthur, son of a bitch. This is my district. When you have a partner, your share falls to me."

"No, I don't intend to take the business. What, just give me the kids and rip them off? I'm just wondering."

I felt like I could earn a decent income if I said the job was done well. In fact, I don't expect that much, but I'm greedy because I just say it makes money.

"Almost, right? You just have to kill a few of those sons of bitches you call your own boss. It doesn't matter what happens here in the first place."

"Uh-huh, you murderer. I knew it."

"I'll do it for you."

Regret thought it was something he would hate, but he was amazed that the story was working in its own way.

Of course I didn't forget the grudge.

But since you told me a good story, let's see it today.

"Yeah, well, anyway. You heard a good story."

I have to remember this and try to write it down.

It seems that Regret manages his fists by making money lines like the Violent Army guys who gave him chewing gum earlier. Certainly there was a corner where it would be easy to make money if you had skills.

Then maybe I can do it too.

"Good night, then. I'll pay for the battle next time I see you."

As he greeted me, Regret looked at me with a sharp glance.

"Well, come to the guild if you want to stick to it. You're not afraid to kill either one of us now, are you?"

You knew.

"I went into the house of patterns, and I went there to see what it looked like."

"You scared the shit out of me."

"I didn't freak out, bitch."

"If you want to be a criminal, you can always come."

"I don't do it."

After saying that, I left the scene of a bloody uproar. Now let's go see Risha.

"An assassin."

Of course I searched. I don't intend to wake up.

Anyway, the conversation with Regret made me think a lot. Yes, this is the world. A world ruled by power and violence.

When I first came to this world, I had a lot of bad memories and regrets because I was living in a slum.

I've been beaten up by violent men and taken the most money I've ever earned. It was just unfair, sad and hateful then.

I had to starve if I didn't have money.

Taken, surrendered. And if you have a dick that looks weaker than me, you can sneak out and steal some bread. I lived a chewy life like a broken mirror.

That was the everyday life of F class adventurer Kim Cat.

It was those criminals who saw small gains and took advantage of sweetness as they trampled on others to make each other better.

It was time for me to trample the garbage in that back alley.

- Thousand Horsemen, Gimcott.

That's pretty cool.

Thinking about it, I walked out of the alleyway. Risha's relationship has made her quite familiar with the barrel many times. Even the dirty alleys and the beggars who stare at me without power feel so good.

- I...

Among other things, those who appeared rarely were also sentimental. He looked like a wanted man, but he would not be guilty even if he was brutally beaten to death in the middle of the day.

- They were staring at me one by one.

"..."

I'm walking with moderate patience to stare at you, so a man with a handsome face looks at me fiercely as he walks across the street.

What is it?

Do you know me?

- Stop it.

He stands still and turns his head until he stops in the middle and looks at me like he sees me.

- I would never be mistaken for an unhappy feeling in a moment. Usually, these guys try to reconsider whether or not they're a puppy that can be hijacked by staring at each other.

When you see a peck, you immediately enter the work.

But is that what you think when you look at me armed? Or simply not understanding the superiority of 'armed'.

Anyway, I think it's of some use to keep looking at me, so I decided to ask first.

This was a clear sign.

"What do you see?"

"..."

"What do you see? You keep staring at me like that, my heart hurts so much."

- Doridori.

When I spoke first, he looked left and right.

Are you looking for a colleague? Put your hands on the knife handle--Grab it! It's like turning around and starting to run out of power.

"Well, what is it! Why are you running away!"

The moment I got caught up in something, I was sprinting with power to catch up to him without even knowing it. You dare show me your back on a subject you've been staring at?

I can't stand it if I don't go after this.

If the opponent is a weak man, it is the doctrine of fusion that never tolerates the attack.

- Tak-tak-tak-tak!

He could never run away from me at his rude pace. It didn't take me less than 10 seconds to catch up with him who popped out before me.

"... Huff?! Why are you chasing me?!!"

Only then did I realize he was being chased, and I cried out in awe.

But I was already flying in the sky. In other words, he was in Flying Gimcott. In this state, I can't stop anyone.

"Kimkatt Dropkii Profit!!!!!!!"

- Cuckoo!

As usual, the dropkick is stuffed in very clean.

"Uh-huh?!"

The user hits the sole of the foot and pushes it out with an angular force.

- Quang!

A series of movements created a very murderous hit due to my muscles and the mana that permeated my body. Hit by it, he flew as far as the other side and urged against the wall.

- Wudang Bath!

"Khhhh!!!!"

This was almost instinctively done.

I couldn't help it because of the enemy I felt. It was an obvious tribute, a challenge. This should never be forgiven.

However, I slowly approached the flying side to see if he was genuine.

- Goo.

Dust that is blooming.

As it clears, I see him struggling with pain.

"Argh...! Argh! What the hell...! What the hell are you doing... Kahnawake!"

As if he were twisting like a maggot and trying to grab his back plate, he spits out a scorn. The more I look at this son of a bitch, the more suspicious I get.

You really meant to rob me.

"What? You bastard?"

Iljin is going to die today.

"Argh...! Krog! Damn it..! What the fuck are you? What the hell, man?"

The moment I heard that, I felt my head whitened. Even before, and still now, I am angry in many ways.

"This fucking balm. You tried to fuck me first!"

He turns the guard seizedly as he kicks the scattered crate debris and communicates.

"Well, that's..."

"And I ignored my word... you son of a bitch I looked like. But you dare to curse me because you don't have enough of that? Nine searched today."

From what he looks like, it seems like this is the time to move on as a passenger. You might as well test it with this motherfucker.

"You're my primary guild member from today, you son of a bitch!"

"What nonsense is that?"

"Bitch!"

Immediately in a rage, I started beating him like crazy. - Boom! - Boom! - Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

This is the spirit of the negotiator.

"Arghhhh!! Stop it, please! I was wrong!"

"Why are you blaming people like that! If you don't want to search, tell me the truth!"

I recall the last time I interrogated the pagans with Elise, beating him ruthlessly. It's a drug for these guys.

"Sorry! Sorry! I tried to take it out! I'm sorry!"

"Where in the world is that Tina retarded bastard!"

"Curriculum!"

As we grind the final blow to him, a strange scream bursts out like the roar of a pig. I finally told him who had become a human gonador.

"Give me everything you've got!"

"Here, here... here..."

It was three Cooper coins that he took out of his pocket so hard. Three Cooper? Well, I'll make sure you forgive me if I do. I took it and put it in my pocket.

"You fucking criminal. Next time, be nice, man. You've changed your temper, haven't you? Huh?"

Let me tell you something nice and let you go.

"Argh...! Understood! I will live with integrity from today! So please forgive me!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you no-good bastard. Now stop going. Next time you have only three coopers, you know it's not over. Take some money with you."

"Yes... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

- Ever.

Like a zombie, he vanishes to the other side of the alley as he gives his face. This was definitely a smooth start. It's halfway there, and I've already earned three coopers.

"Satisfactory."

He's quietly satisfied, robbing his arms and legs.

"Oh... brother?"

I heard a familiar voice.

Looking back, Lina of Molgol, who was guilty of plotting, stood there.

I guess I've been doing better when I see you alive.

"Isn't this Lina? How have you been?"

"Oh, you're right... but, you know, he just...?"

Did you witness the assault? Seeing as it was a little frozen, I felt like it. Anyway, it's been a long time since I've seen him.

In many ways, Lina and I got involved in a bad relationship, but honestly, I feel like I want it to be a little better because I'm a little girl.

"He was trying to rob my pockets. You just blew it, didn't you?"

"Ah... yes. I see. How have you been?"

"It's me, damn it. But you..."

However, I can't help but think of a sinful plot.

This is strange.

Certainly, I solved the pagan situation and gave Lina five silver pieces. It's the sum of my tribute to my grandmother who risked her life to take away the trophy and all that.

Honestly, the cost of a normal backstreet slum girl like Lina is not expensive at all.

My five silver bills are greater in recognition and tribute.

But that should fix the seller... Lina still looks like a dog dick.

"Why are you still a jerk? I remember paying a lot of money back then. Are you addicted to gambling, too?"

"Well, it's not like that. It's just... I live here a little..."

"A little?"

Lina starts avoiding my gaze as she asks me if it's a difficult story. Well, Lina has Lina's situation. I don't mean to pry.

If we cannot withstand the winds of the world with our own power, all that remains before us is death.

"A little... taken away all the time..."

What is it?

"What? Taken? That's a long way to go? Are you sure you took all five silver?"

Is this bastard still ripping?