Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The journey began.

Adventurers carrying their backs continued to march silently with an extremely gloomy expression. Apart from one, they were all Class E. Seeing ugly weather and eyes, more than half of them seemed to be murderers in their own way.

Adventurer status is also important, but you need to perform anywhere to be promoted.

Grade means trust.

Even if they are Class E, there seems to be no doubt in terms of combat power when they see the request to go to murder. Mutu had one and two female adventurers, but it didn't seem to be a problem.

"From now on, I will go to where I was attacked by bandits!"

A merchant at the forefront commanded us.

Even the most common ride did not seem humble, and the sword on the waist seemed to feel resentment. I think I'd rather fight the bandits myself.

- Excellent.

The determination to take revenge by robbing people of their money is paramount. The merchant was willing to open his wallet to make a desperate reprisal instead of spending the rest of his money.

It is indeed bitter macho tenacity.

In a turbulent world, only those with such greatness and cruelty can touch the big money. But it's hard to search, so I want you to stay behind when you fight. He has entrusted his current budget to the guild.

Next to the merchant, a D-class adventurer with a hood turned upside down was walking, and it was said that tracking down the bandits would help him. The two of you are bluffing or doing something while looking at the map.

"I won't tell you how long it will take!"

I am Winia. And I am walking on the trail of my group with Elise. Anyway, I wonder when I'll be arriving because I'm moving. The merchant replied, shouting at the forefront.

"If we keep this pace, we'll be there in the afternoon!"

It's a little far.

Although walking is fast, it's not a problem.

Needless to say that I am a life to be remembered, Elise is stronger than I am, and Winia is also a skilled wizard, so she has more basic stamina than most people.

I don't think the other wizards are very good, but Winia is strong in many ways. But I win with pure power.

"Nigga, carry me."

Winia said that she wanted to do skin-shipping because she was walking with moderate chatter. I have no choice but to carry this.

"Get up now."

It wasn't that hard, even though I immediately carried Winia. I also feel that my physical abilities have increased dramatically due to the effects of Mana and training.

"... You are such a good couple. Most of all, thank God."

Elise, who saw it, said:

"Uh-huh, right?"

"I think it is natural that he is as pious and brave as the saints, and above all he is just."

"Yes, it's very natural."

The name of a thousand horses is never light.

"What? The nigger is godly and just?"

Winia, who sat on my back, said because she talked to Elise like that.

"I know you're brave, but you're pious and just? That's bullshit."

"Winia. Few people in the world are as pious and just as I am. You still don't know that about me?"

"If the nigger is godly and just, this world is wrong. I love niggers a lot, but I have to be honest."

I agree that this world is wrong, but I couldn't praise Winia's words.

"I don't know. I like where I am."

"All of them."

"Wow. Me too!"

That's how we looked around and made a simple conversation. The road was still clean. It didn't come that far from Isvant, so it didn't matter much.

Ten people in the first place, and it's not going to be too dangerous.

"You're more of a nun than you think. Those bandits had something to do with those pagans back then?"

While walking, Winia spoke to Elise.

"Not for sure. However, many suspicious circumstances were captured, and I made an offer to investigate with the saint."

"Yeah? Well, it's nothing like a pagan or a bandit anyway. They're monsters. Just kill them all."

That's it.

"That's it, Winia. I'm a wizard, too."

"You are also a magician seeking knowledge. In short, you can feel the expression and the insight."

"What did I tell you about this reaction?"

Thief robbery and pagan bandits are synonymous but different. It's not just words, it's all about the same concept.

To give a brief example, if a thief has taken my property, it means that it doesn't matter if you take it from a bandit or a pagan. Similarly, if a pagan commits a sin, he can punish a bandit for the same sin. Killing a man by robbery is an illegal pagan act.

This is the teaching of fusion.

"I think it's the same idea that you said you were friends with our nun nigger."

Eli and I have a lot going on.

When Elise heard that, she shook her head and said,

"That's what I said. I am weak, incomparable with the Saint."

"No, Elise. I can't agree with that. We're Divine Friends. Thoughts and justice are together! You're never weak! Your service to the world has never been lost!"

"Oh, I see! Thank you so much!"

"I'm going to turn around, nigga. No shit."

When will Winia praise Fusion?

After continuing the march, it was lunch time one day.

"I'm going to take a break from here!"

As the merchant shouts, the adventurers begin to take their rightful place.

"Aren't you heavy, nigger?"

Winia said it was so much fun because she gave it down slowly.

"It was lighter than feathers, so it wasn't heavy."

"Cook. Really? Am I really that light?"

Winia's weight, the owner of a heavy oil that varies enormously between her lower and upper chest perimeter, is not a joke. No bird flies in this world if it's feathers.

"Of course. Where is a woman lighter than you?"

"What a pretty nigger. Ugh, be nice."

"Uh-huh, let's take a break, then. Elise, let's eat."

"Got it."

The punitive forces, each in a suitable place, took out their own food and consumed it while taking time to rest. Some of them were fast eating and lying down, and some ate the fruit of trees.

- Shh.

Mutu says he'll punch a tree if he has a chance to get some training. But you don't know that guy?

Anyway, we also brought jerky and toast. I took a small amount of dried fruit and divided it.

"It's going to be faster than I expected, so I'll be arriving at the raid site soon. There may be bandits hiding nearby, but if there is a battle, I will expect you to fight properly."

I heard the merchant eating.

We've been following you to make money, so there's no running away or anything like that. I agreed to receive the money when I returned. Running away would result in the destruction of unilateral contracts, which would not result in wages.

"You're a D class, too."

A middle-aged man in a hood approaches because he is stretching his arms and loosening his legs after a proper meal. He's a D-class adventurer.

"Kat, where are you?"

Because he gave his name in a voice like Copson, he also asked me to shake his hand. Hands with black gloves. His waist was hung by three short swords, a little shorter than a regular handsword.

It's a little manipulative.

"Lactose. I think I've seen it a few times in the guild."

"Uh-huh, it's a noticeable hair color. Do you have any business?"

"It's no big deal, but I think he's the most reliable person to say hello to when a battle breaks out."

"I think so, too. I'll take care of it."

After a brief greeting, he went back to the merchant. The merchant immediately pulls out the map and shudders lactose and something. It's Class D, so if you do your job, you might have a few more encounters.

Class D, a key member of the guild, is guaranteed enough credit and skill. He'll probably be able to believe it. I've lived and worked in Istanbul for years.

At the end of his break, the Punitive Force set off again in a disorderly manner.

There was no fallout.

I was able to get to the destination so smoothly.

"Stop! This is it!"

- Gross.

Immediately, the adventurers gathered around them and hid themselves with vigilance. I also covered Winia with my body and hid behind a tree and looked around with Elise.

"There are traces of the wagon being destroyed."

"Yes, I'm watching."

According to Elise, the wreckage of the destroyed wagon is scattered everywhere. They were roughly cleared to both sides of the road, and it appears that other wagons passed by and were obstructed and put aside.

You morally immoral bastards.

If you're going to clean it up, you're definitely going to clean it up. Why did you leave it like this?

"I think the bandits are helpless when I see the wagon like this. I can't forgive you if you don't smash them all like this wagon."

"You're right. The time of judgment has come. As their blood, it will be urgent to heal the wounded mind of the merchant."

It is evil in that it was conceived and destroyed.

"... I don't think there's any bandits nearby."

Adventurers who were hiding in the merchant's words came out of the way again.

"Then I'll start tracking now. If you make contact with the Bandits, you will be paid 70 coupons according to the original contract, so I hope you will kill Montland."

"Don't worry."

"Of course I do."

"All right, let's get going."

Each of them, along with the adventurers who threw a word, stepped out of the way and entered the mountain. The road is being grabbed by Lactose and the merchant who said hello earlier.

You're going to start tracking from here.

I think we've been investigating another raid. I'm guessing it's somewhere around here. Well, the more time you drag, the more labour costs you'll keep going, so I'll find them myself. I'm here for revenge.

- Zec!

- Sasak!

While climbing the mountain, I heard that sound all of a sudden. There's nothing more to measure. Immediately, the blown adventurers went to a noisy place.

No way he showed up!

Somehow, I felt like I felt the evil energy!

Elise scratches her iron like lightning.

"Over there!"

A curiously shouting mutuga sprints and blows a kick at the allegedly noisy bush. I'm afraid that bastard was the fastest.

And then,

- Teschaaaaaaah!!!

Screams burst.

It's Gremlin because I heard it.

Oh, shit.

"... Gremlin."

I thought you were a bandit, but you're just a monster.

The brief happenings concluded with the brutal slaughter of the work of the Gremlins, who gave rise to hopeless expectations. I did not use my hand. Even so, the hardest adventurers on the mountain put their swordbread into their efforts to relieve the stress.

That way, I continued my search by killing friendly monsters. Time goes by without much trouble.

"Saint, the sun is going down."

"I have to investigate and prepare for camp."

"You got the black fur, didn't you?"

"Of course."

The sky was tinged with orange light.

"I will now prepare my camp. And I will set a fire, so make a pair with this guy."

Adventurers roared at the words, but were silent within minutes. You just have to mate with a few people on the march.

Winia and Elise mated, and I spoke to a deserted adventurer. The fire burns into roughly five tables. The order was set and the screeching prepared.

- Back and forth.

Since it was no different from everyday life for adventurers, everyone was skillfully positioned and made a place to spend the day hitting branches. I also made the right spot and gave the fur to Winia.

"Nigga, you have to keep me safe. Some of the guys were freaking out on me earlier."

"Some son of a bitch."

I'm forced to kill them all.

"Cook. Just keep it safe."

"I have to stay up all night with my eyes open."

"Winia, don't worry."

I spent the day turning the lights on.

Found the bandit the next morning.

- Pa!

"That son of a bitch is getting away!"

"Grab him!"