Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Trolls.

I don't know in detail, but in my common sense, he belongs to a fairly powerful monster. Probably a big monster, sometimes raiding minds or eating travellers.

It's a monster I've never seen, and I've learned about it from somewhere, but sometimes I read a little something written by looking at a book.

"Trolls? Isn't that a damn powerful monster?"

"Have you ever seen a nigger?"

"If I'd seen it, I'd have searched."

Specifically, the white bone would have become clay.

Kim Kat's existence is completely decomposed, which would have been the nourishment of the world. I may be now, but I'm not an old horse, I'm just a widespread, cocksucking snot-nosed kid.

"Cook, I guess."

However, if you see that Winia is going to catch Trolls, it seems that she belongs to a monster that can be defeated by a C class wizard.

When I asked that question, Winia began to explain.

"Not as monstrous as niggers think. Just a little stronger than Cockatrice? Normally, if you show up, ask C class adventurers to subdue you. I've caught him a few times."

"Yes? How?"

"Just hold it with fire and stab it with a knife and go after it."

"I can't imagine."

"You saw Cockatrice last time."

"Hmm..."

I remember Cockatries being quite strong the last time I caught him.

But if I'm 1: 1 now... I honestly don't know, but I don't think I'm going to find out. I think I can end it if I can hit my head with a head slash.

Anyway, Winia, a skilled wizard and veteran adventurer, asked me to do it. I can't believe I've ever caught one.

"Explain to me what he is, though."

"First of all, it's a little tall. But with a bent waist, the real size is about a head bigger than a nigger? It looks like a dark green giant. Anyway, it's a monster that eats people. I'm scared, but I'm scared."

I drew an image of a troll in my head.

The inhumanely crooked monster had one head bigger than I was, and the hides were stained with dark green light, embedding heavy fat and gritty muscles beneath them.

A cannibal hiding in the dark.

You're stronger than an oak.

"What about Ogres?"

"Nigga, is that a comparison? Trolls are just ogre snacks."

Ogres were the most powerful hyper-checks I've ever seen. I don't know how to compare with that, but I don't think there's a big problem with Winia's assessment.

"Yeah, but what did you do today?"

I asked Winia, who was going to wash.

"I've done a few things I was commissioned by the Tower of Horses. Trollgun stopped by the Adventurer Guild on the way. Oh, I have to leave early tomorrow morning, so should I go to bed early?"

"Understood."

When Winia went in, Claudie also tried to undress to see if she had finished packing.

"What did you buy?"

"Huh? This? I bought something I needed to get out."

I bought necessities and clothes. I asked him as he cleaned up.

"Claudie, have you ever seen a troll?"

"No? You've never even heard of him?"

There were no similar monsters in the desert.

Claudie seems to feel better about going to catch the first monster she sees. You're such a professional headhunter. She also went in to wash, and I lay in bed waiting for them and imagining about the troll.

Trolls.

* * *

The next morning.

We went to the Adventurer Guild after preparing for the journey, registered the party, and then came forward to the gate.

The wagon was already waiting for one. He wanted to go to the town where Trolls appeared.

I'm also a Class C adventurer, Winia.

The Wizard's profession alone ensures trust and identity, but unlike the adventurous guild's screwed adventurer defeat, the Wizard's identity card issued by the Horse Tower is reliable enough for me to play my part anywhere.

For example, I am absolutely guaranteed identity in Istanbul, a D-class adventurer, but going to another city doesn't work. Of course, in neighbouring cities where there is a lot of interaction like Krassheim, the grades are recognized, but their careers are reset.

However, it is also a story of a neighbouring city, and of course it becomes meaningless the moment you go to a distant city. Beyond this change, I become nothing but a D-class adventurer, just a traveler and a vagabond.

But the wizard is different.

Casting magic is proof that you are a wizard, and falsification and deception are impossible. So if the wizard goes to another city, just go to the city horse tower and ask him to pay a fee and renew his ID.

And if you take the wizard's ID to an adventurer's guild in the city, you can get a high-grade adventurer's defeat without difficulty.

Winia, for example, has a Wizard's ID and a C Adventurer's Hand in Isvant and Krassheim, so even if you go to a city that's quite far away from here, if you show them and rob the Agari, you become a C Adventurer.

Some cities don't have an Adventurer Guild, but this Adventurer Guild is generally embedded in the culture of the world. Even though it's segmented by city.

Well, in that sense. Winia is a great C-class adventurer. The cost of transportation is also supported because she received a class C only quest.

"I'm leaving for Oros, Iria!"

- Glug.

The wagon departed as the Horseman shouted loudly.

It's a little shaky, but it's better to get on a wagon than to walk. Most of all, I thought I was riding for free, so I lightened my mind.

"Now, nigga. And Sister, I will explain this quest from now on, so listen carefully."

I listened to the briefing with Winia's knee slit and lying down. I feel good with my heavy chest pressing on my side.

"Trolls appeared in Oros, a rural village next to here. Looks like there's a little damage to the villagers. A total of six dead and missing. In this case, the missing person will be safe even if he's already been eaten.

"Killing six innocent peasants... would be unforgivable."

Slaughtering criminals and pagans is not a crime, but killing innocent people is a heinous crime.

It's a kind of monster serial murder.

"By the way, a man who was about to become the seventh victim was lucky enough to run away and announce that Trolls had appeared. That's why I came to subdue the City Adventurer Guild immediately, and I finally got it. The commission is 20 silver."

"Oh, that's expensive."

"Well... the last Hopkovlin Subjugation Quest quest was probably 10 Silver, right?"

Claudie, who was chewing on the jerky, said:

Then, the last time he occupied the Abandoned Mine, he defeated about a platoon of Hopgoblins and received a 10-silver commission. By the way, a troll is 20 silver... I think I'm making a lot of money from a Class C adventurer.

"You have a good memory. But it wasn't supposed to be a by-product then, was it? Unlike Hopgoblins, Trolls are a lot of money. Heart or brain. Bones are priceless. If the leather is in good condition, it's useless... Most of all, the blood is the most expensive."

Winia, who has the highest level of knowledge among them, has increased her description. The bigger the monster, the more to take.

"Blood is the most expensive? Is there something useful?"

Claudie showed interest.

Blood is the most expensive, but the story is a bit unusual.

"You can refine Troll's Blood to make Potions. It's a bit of a cheap potion, but it's a useful item. That's why Trolls are regenerative."

Trolls are regenerative?

It can't just be handed over.

"What? You like regeneration?"

"I don't know too much about niggers."

Winia touched my face and kindly told me.

"If I have a few days to recover from a deep knife scar on my flesh, I will be perfectly healed. Maybe it's a monster that's a little hard to kill by bleeding."

"Oh, you mean natural healing?"

"Yes."

I thought if I cut my arm off again, I'd recover from it.

It seems that if you heal a knife wound in a few days without any other treatment, your immune or natural healing power is several times better than that of a human.

Is blood the source?

I've never heard of creating a Troll Fatigue Potion.

Well, no wonder it wasn't good enough for me to use a potion. Potions are expensive.

"You see that big backpack in the corner over there?"

"Uh."

"Nigga, go open it."

I raised my body and searched my backpack.

Inside, there were several buckets of leather.

"A nigger can get a troll in there. There's a little medicine in there, so you can keep your blood fresh for a day or two."

"I understand."

I listened to the explanation and closed my eyes appropriately.

It didn't take much time until Oros.

I left early in the morning and arrived in town a little later in the afternoon.

Surrounded by forests and mountains, the countryside seemed peaceful, but it was in fact a place like hell where the Troll serial killer was roaming. That's why the town seemed so moody.

"Argh...!"

"Ow."

Claudie and Winia, who got off the wagon, opened the base. I also greeted the horse with a stretch. But when I say hello, he says he will stay in this town today.

Yeah, it's time.

I'll be there by dawn if I go now, but I won't do anything dangerous in the yard that says Trolls are coming out.

"Cat, let's go."

"Gran."

First, we have to go to the head of the client's house. I immediately caught the villager nearby and asked where the chief's house was.

"Oh, excuse me. Are you a resident of Oros?"

"You guys... aah! You're adventurers!"

"Yes, I'm here to catch a troll. Can you give me your location, chief?"

When asked about the chief's house, the villager explained how frightening Trolls were. Because seven people had already died, he shook his hands and feet hard.

Did you get one more victim?

Anyway, I'm frightened to death.

"Now that I know enough about the scare, I need you to tell me where you are."

"Look at my mind. Look, if you go that way and you get out of the biggest house, that's the chief's house."

"Thank you."

I moved towards the chief's house.

"Hmm, Winia. How long will it take?"

Claudie asked Winia.

"Well? I've been thinking about it for about two days. It's gonna take some time to track down."

"I wish I had a place to stay."

"Nadu."

If it takes about two days, it's better to stay in town one day.

However, it seems that the size of the town is a bit large and accommodation is not a problem. This is why it is good to work near the right town.

The whole fucking town is full of places with no restaurants.

I arrived at the chief's house and knocked on the door.

"You guys... aah! Adventurers!"

"Yes, let's hear it."

"Come on in!"

The inside of the chief's house was spacious and pleasant in its own way.

I sat in the chair as instructed.

"I never thought you'd be here so early... thank you so much! I still have one more victim! Please save us!"

The chief almost cried and said,

I'm completely terrified.

Once this person is approximated, the location and area of the outbreak. And I'm going to ask you about the size of the troll... I think you need to calm down.

"Don't worry. I'm here to do that."

Winia said in a calm tone.

"Ah, Wizard!"

"I'd like to meet someone who said he survived the Trolls. Can you call it in?"

"Of course I should call you. Honey, please get Jake!"

As he shouted loudly, the lady inside opened the door and went out. Winia collects information by asking the chief.

"It's going to take a while to track down the troll, but is there a place to stay?"

"Of course there is, Wizard. But I think the Wizard is a little bit of a place to stay..."

"I don't care. I'm here for work. I'm not here to play."

"Well, I see. I see."

Winia looked very intellectual when she cooked.

You're either a gangster to me or someone else. Waiting for that, the chief's wife brought in a man.