Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Khh...!"

Every time I breathe, I feel like my mind is flying over there. Now it's the limit. It's too much more. I think I should pass out right now. Did Lizette wake up? She's still lying next to me.

Approximately, the bare flesh was almost bloody and there was a partial cypheric bruise, and I was assisted by a few wounds in the back.

Still, I've cooperated, so I'm alive.

I would have been 100% dead if I had been alone.

- Bugs and bumps.

The surrounding marchers took a brief look at us and began to make their way to each other. A few of them were looking at us, and I thought maybe they were scoundrels who were trying to rob my fainted pockets or Rijet's breasts.

Or both.

I see some of the rapists who intend to take the fainted Lizette to the alley and sow the seeds.

"The bastards... don't go away...?"

Regret, who noticed it, says it hard. Some of the spectators disappeared because of a bit of a nasty tone. A few of the persistent ones remain intact.

"Ah... fuck."

It was clear how dangerous it would be if it spread here. The moment I let go of my mind, I decided not to retaliate.

Crimes of that magnitude don't have to be slums, but they happen like everyday life.

Even the Cityguards, who were given a strong position of being responsible for the security of the city in nominal terms, were so desperate that they robbed the pockets of drunkards who were spreading.

I have to stand up and go somewhere safe to stop it... but I can't move anymore. I tried to be a jerk, but I didn't think I'd be able to stand it if I was knocked out and snatched.

"De, déjà..."

I desperately tried to build a torso, but it was melting with the ground as if my body had fallen into some kind of wormhole. Are you going to be dragged to hell like this? I don't know how Bulberza is doing.

The more I try to get up, the more consciousness flies.

Even the eyelids get heavy like lead.

"Uh, uh! Lee, Lizette!"

I heard my own familiar voice.

It was Mariel.

Regret... this bitch is alive.

"What the hell...!"

"Ugh... ah... Mariel..."

"W-what's going on? This is it!"

I was so distraught. I heard something about it, and it seemed like I was trying to build a regent.

"Shut up... Khh...! I went to the Relief Monastery... Kahn... Argh..."

"Huh? Huh? Rijet assassin! Come to your senses! And what's next to you?!?!"

- It's fucking loud.

I don't think I'm gonna break my head by triggering this little weakling. To be honest, the relationship we already want with each other is liquidated. Come on, let's get manners.

"Thousand horses! Answer me! What the hell happened with the Regent?"

If you look at it like this, do you have any other questions?

Seeing that Regent's voice is no longer heard, he fainted.

"Do you... want to know the truth..."

"I want to know!"

But I can't tell you right now.

"Argh..."

"Wake up!"

The consciousness could not keep up with the time of reality.

Everything is shaking in a disordered field of view.

- I'm dragged into a dream.

"Oh, brother...! You're okay...!"

I heard Lina's voice in a dreamy space, so vivid that I didn't know if it was a dream or not. You're carrying me? Arthur, you broke your back.

* * *

My skin color has changed.

Because I got fucked up by Regret Chewy, and my whole body got bruised. Now, if the whole body was purding and taking two shots of the seaweed avatar, there would be no excuse to cast it as a special butterfly.

James Cameron is the greatest disguise!

What blue man am I?

"It fucking hurts, motherfucker."

The place where I woke up was the group treatment room at the Relief Monastery.

About a day has passed since I fainted, and I remember that Lina rarely moved me here and that the nuns had healed my wounded body. I remember Mariel screaming something.

- Woong Sung Woong.

It wasn't a quiet space because it was a group treatment room.

Raise your head and look around and look at the busy nuns and the people coming in. And I saw a few people discharging with my feet.

What about Reggie?

"..."

She's lying in the bed next to me.

I'm not sure I'm covered in a blanket, but once I saw my face blushing from bruising, I thought it would be okay to appear in Avatar in pairs with me.

You're a natural, motherfucker.

I'm Jake Sully.

Anyway, I'm sleeping.

"Argh...!"

Though I remember being treated with the nuns' heels in a fragmented memory, I was shocked by the fact that the punch of the Regent was not a prehistoric punch.

It hurts to move a little.

I'm also chewing on my body condition.

I just ignored it because it was a crisis when I was really fighting. It's huge enough to turn around. This pain was the first time since the use of a head incision and a deformed internal injury originating from the mind.

The difference now is that it hurts because of a physical hit.

I can't get out of bed.

If you hold on, you can move.

Siphal Gimcott is a tough guy to live with.

"Oh, brother. Are you okay now?"

"Uh... where were you? Thanks to you, it's okay."

Lina is sitting next to me.

He carried me with his little body and dragged me all the way here. Did you feel grace for me with all kinds of things? I have to make an example of this.

"Thank you, Lina."

"Oh, no. It's just that... there's something you have to help me with..."

Son of a bitch.

"I'll give you an example."

"Oh, really!"

"Take a look at my clothes on that shelf."

"This?"

The nuns took off my top for treatment.

I removed all the stripped quality armor and chewed equipment and placed them on a small shelf next to me. I don't have a knife in my possession, motherfucker.

"Yes, that quality armor. Is there a money pocket in there?"

Lina, who's been snooping around for a while.

"Ah... there is."

Fortunately, Lina took out her pocket to see if the money was still there.

Well, unlike ordinary foreigners, priests or nuns who serve God never touch other people's things. Oh, I'm talking about someone else.

So the faithful of the Relief Monastery would never steal the patients' money.

"Give it to me."

Thank you so much for not stealing money from Lina.

I took two silver coins out of there and gave them to Lina. Two silver coins would be enough.

"Take it."

"Thank you...! Brother!"

Lina, who received a silver coin, smiled widely.

I don't think Lina would have expected this from me. Just don't rob my pockets. I wouldn't have been able to do that, but...

"Don't you have some money now?"

I said to Lina who was happy.

"... yes."

"Then buy some new clothes with it. Stay in a good place. Eat well. Work... Well, it must be hard, except for the adventurer. I'm working hard."

It would be better for Lina to work as an inn or restaurant employee, but there is no self-employed person in the world who would hire a Barbarian orphan girl. If you don't have the foundation, skills, or age, you will have to live as an adventurer who is an urban worker.

Lina could do some porting, some herb gathering, some sewer cleaning. Of course it is dangerous and difficult.

I'm not an adult yet, so I'm going to have a lot of difficulty.

But we have to live, Lina!

Survival...!

"Got it."

"Now go. Thank you for your help."

"... yes."

Lina stands up and waits quietly to say something. Do you have one last thing to say?

"... can I see you again next time?"

"If anything should happen."

Lina, who greeted him with her final words, went outside. I'm always telling you, live strong in the mountains. When I look at Lina, I feel urged to say this.

Thank you, Lina.

"Ah."

When I thought about it, I started crying again.

I didn't know what to say to Claudie and Winia. Claudie would love it if she came to fight something, so Winia seems a little angry.

I've been sensitive since the jungle drift.

That relationship really hurts, but we have to go back now. How can I endure Winia's back rice?

The nearby nun approached me because she was properly dressed.

"You want to be discharged? Well, you'd better not be in a state of mind, but a day or so... and Hill didn't hear it better than he thought."

"There's someone waiting. I'll come back when I have a problem."

"Then let's do it. I hope you don't come back."

"Uh-huh, I do. What about the price?"

"It's one silver."

It's still expensive.

"Here."

"Don't get hurt in the future!"

"Yes, nuns, too."

I took one silver out of my pocket and gave it to the nun. When she received the money, she wrote something on the checkerboard and said, "Be nice."

I think we should go now.

"Ugh, Civaal..."

Regret, who turned his back, opens his eyes slowly, complaining of distress. This motherfucker's up, too. She frowned as she looked at me with her cheeky eyes open.

"... what is this blue bastard?"

"What? So are you, motherfucker. Smurf."

Regret had a red hair and a shimmering face, which made him the Taekwondo Regret. This bitch is going to get beat up with gunpowder.

- Glug.

She checks her body with a blanket.

It's almost like a cipher, except for the chest.

I thought I might have stripped that tube tower off, but it was a woman, so I just put it on.

"Oh, fuck... hey. You left a scar on your body, you son of a bitch."

"I have a face, too. Nice and nice."

"Oh, Yankee. You want to talk to a girl?"

Exposed forearms and shoulders. And the scars on my abs seemed to fit perfectly with the nasty image of Regret. Scars are evidence of warriors.

"Woman's a bitch. There must have been some awareness."

"Hey, don't you know how to do that? I can't believe the son of a bitch hurt her body."

No, chew.

"... if you give me a map, I'll give you a live one. Can't you see I'm a cipher, too?"

"..."

For a moment, awkward silence descended.

Even though Regret did a shitty thing, and I smashed all my equipment, I would have fucked her up in the end without a heretic alliance. Then you'd have crossed the water by shooting two Avatars.

In the first place, everything was a ridge.

Even though he's a dick, he's a comrade... his anger hasn't boiled.

I don't really think about it.

"Son of a bitch. By the way, my armor and knife are gonna help, bitch."

"Oh, fuck. You chewed my body out with Chloe, you son of a bitch."

Pointing to the chewy pile of scrap metal that would have been Bondi's armor, he said, as Regret argued. Oh, fuck. I can't kill this.

It could not be done in a pragmatic or social sense.

Looking down at Regret, she said after avoiding the gaze.

"Well... come with me to the slum."

"Slum?"

"If you're a dick, let's go get the money together. Let those bastards pay the price."

It is.

"If you come with me, I'll rip the boat off. How's it going?"

Almost all the creatures in the slums have now turned to our enemies. To heal this deep wound, there is no other way than to pour a coin of cold metal with the grudge and scream of humanity.

I turned my back on her with all my clothes on.

"Good! C-Arm!"

That's enough if you join forces with Regrett to make damage!

"Let's rob the bastards of all their money!"

"I like this motherfucker too."

I need to mention the escape play.

We were already united for one common purpose. Forget the grudge of the past for greater future money. If Lizette and I joined forces, it wouldn't be easy to rob a slum.

So maybe this is a primitive form of friendship.

Like a primitive guild.

"There! Those of you! You can't curse in a monastery!"

"Oops, I'm sorry!"

That's how Rijet made an appointment with this cheeky son of a bitch to see her next time, and he grabbed her clumsy body and headed to the house.

No, fuck.

It really hurts every time I move.

Maybe I should ask Claudie and Winia for a massage.