Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Ughhhh! What the hell!"

The guard who saw CoolCool aims at the spear in awe.

Usually, security seems to care about topics that don't check in or out.

- Oh, my God!

I've been howling all the way to Istanbul. I can't help crying whether the cheeks are tired or not. I pulled the rope around his neck and told the guard.

"Trolls. I brought them for sale at the Arena after I caught them alive."

"T, Trolls? Is that what Trolls always look like? Did you catch the bastard? Uh, it's hard for my mother to come..."

"It's a troll with some deformities, as you can see, not a pup. You see the leg creases? And rest assured, Trolls are not monsters to take care of their children."

"Well, is that so?"

Still, he sent out a suspicious glance and immediately took his hand out of his arms and pointed to Winia standing behind him.

"I'm a D-class adventurer. And that's the Wizard of the Tower of Horses. We guarantee it."

"Hmmm..."

The guard who saw my hand and Winia stroked his chin and said,

"Class D Adventurer Cat... I think we have a good I.D. Well, I'll let you through, but if something goes wrong with this, I'll report it right away. Is the purpose of the sale right for the Arena?"

It is also useful to defeat D-class adventurers. I don't even know if the guards are just passing on because they're guaranteed to be guild certified.

"Uh-huh, of course. Why should I use this monster bastard instead of that?"

"I see. Take something with you, though. Someone might get in trouble if they don't see it."

"I got it. I'll do what the guard says. But now that you don't have a sack, can you wrap it around this cloak and take it?"

"Be that as it may, you're rarely a talking adventurer."

Claudie takes off my cape and closes the cooler with it. CoolCool, who was completely powerless, did not resist.

There's nothing this fucking mountain and money troll can do without proper legs in the first place.

"Uh-huh, but is this for sale? You use the right monsters at the Arena, right?"

"Even if we don't fight right now, we'll be sold."

Claudie asked me that, but I think these trolls will be accepted because they are scarce. Anyway, I went through the glottis and headed towards the Arena.

If it's not sold, you can slaughter it and draw blood and sell it to the Alchemist Guild. Because the prestige is a troll, there must be a corner to the money.

That's how I got in front of the Arena.

I immediately told the staff guarding the entrance that I was here to sell the captured monster.

"A monster captured alive? What have you got?"

"Keep your ears close."

He listens to me after showing interest.

"Trolls."

"T, Troll! What! Where's the big one?"

"No, it's not a growing trolley, it's just a little trolley. Once I want to negotiate a price, who can I go to?"

"Hey, I'm going to get someone! Just wait!"

He rushes headlong without even checking the appearance of the troll. I don't think I've ever seen a troll in a Arena.

Only low-level monsters always came out.

"Fuckin 'CoolCoolCool is a popular motherfucker."

"Cook. Is that so? Luckier than I thought."

- Cuuuuuuu...!

Like Kim Bop, CoolCool, who was dried on his cape, made a sound of death.

You disgusting son of a...!

I want to kill you right now!

When I saw the monsters look horrible, I was angry again, but soon an old man dressed well and wearing eyeglasses appeared and decided to endure it.

"You're the barbarian in charge of the opening?"

He looked at me, and he opened his eyes wide.

"Do you remember me?"

"I was so impressed that I was remembering... the Brutal Angel? It was a good game in its own way. Anyway, Trolls? Have you really captured Trolls alive?"

"Well, not the Trolls you imagine. Anyway, look, Claudie. I need a cape."

Claudie took off her cape in my words. Then, the cooling water grew like a dog's egg in the summer.

"Anger, for sure...! This is a troll! Are you an immature individual? But the bridge?"

An old man raises his eyeglasses and observes the appearance of a coolie tied up. I think I immediately found out that there is a little bit of Arena Spam Bob called Troll.

"Yes, as you can see, I have some disabilities. So I was able to capture it alive."

"You've lived with this. Anyway, you're here to sell this?"

Yes, this troll would not be alive if it were in its natural state.

"Yes, do you intend to buy it?"

"Hmm... but the size is too small and the legs are a problem..."

"If you don't buy it, I'll sell it to the Alchemist Guild."

"Wait a minute. I need to think about it."

I don't think I want to buy it because I notice it. I was really good at getting it as Winia said. I added a friendly explanation to relieve him of his troubles.

"Well, it's still a prestigious troll. Trolls with deformities. It could be useful for the viewing, or it could be used to raise and execute prisoners. Wouldn't Bulbourg die in my hands, too? Do you have an executor lately?"

"Even so. I'm just hiring an executor after the Vulvers are disposed of. Yeah, how much do you want? Give Jesse a try."

Wow, fuck Jesse.

It's a pretty missed word.

"Winia. How much can I sell? This?"

I asked Winia, the expert.

"Hmm. I think 10 silver would be a good fit. I don't think you should bring it to the Alchemist Guild. Even though it's expensive because it's a creature of prestige, it's small enough."

Wow. Ten silver for a damn one?

It's a price I didn't even think of.

Certainly, a monster called Troll is not easy to see. It is a useful cub in many ways, so if you take it alive, it seems to be a good money.

"Sir, did you hear that? Then I'll sell it for 10 silver."

"Oh, come on. Can't you cut it a little bit?"

"It's hard to save money for this. Now or when do you want to save a live Beech Troll again?"

"I'm right... I can't help it. No, but you don't look very nutritious, do you? Just give me one silver. I think we need to acknowledge this."

"That's right. I'll sell it for nine silver."

Speaking coldly, it's true that you look poor in nutrition, so I decided to give you a silver shave.

An old man pulls his wallet out of his arms and counts silver coins to make him feel better. Nine of them were handed over to me, and I held the rope that tied the coolant in his hand.

- Gee, gee, gee!!!

"What a cry! Hey, there! Come with me!"

"I see!"

A staff member of the Arena nearby grabbed Cooley's collar.

"Goodbye, Barbarian."

"You go in, too. Oh, but do you know where Durban is?"

"Durban? Who is it?"

"I'm an employee of the Arena."

"I don't even know the names of all the employees. I don't know who it is."

"I see."

Anyway, Cool Cool was sold for a nine-silver piece of cheap gold.

We'll take care of the problem with the multiplier and so on in town. The villagers may forgive, or impose reasonable penalties.

I did everything I had to do as a paid adventurer.

Personally, I'd like to raise my hand to a reasonable punishment. People think differently.

If this is my problem, I will follow the doctrine of Fusion Judaism, but the multipliers are residents of Oros and the victims are residents of Oros.

And the town of Oros has the ability to judge and deal with this case autonomously enough.

Then it's not my problem.

It's their job.

I did my duty as an adventurer who received 20 silver per day for killing Trolls and telling me the truth of the case. There is order in the village, and I cannot violate that order.

"Cat, shall we stop by the guild? Or should we start selling loot?"

"Let's go there because the Alchemist Guild is closer here. Winia, can you keep carrying it? Just give it to me."

"I'm strong, too."

In fact, Wizard Winia is better in health and strength than most people. Of course, it's not good to be a wizard, but it's because Winia has skills everywhere.

"Strong woman... distorted... thank you anyway."

The blood and heart of the Troll you brought to the Alchemist Guild nearby immediately. Then I decided to sell the bone fragments. The price negotiations were also decided by Wizard Winia.

Waiting for a moment inside the alchemist's guild, Winia returns with her purse to the window.

"Nigga, sister. I sold it for roughly 15 silver. I got as much blood as I could prepare a bucket of water and I got a little bit of value. I don't think I've had any Troll Blood properties lately."

"No, it's expensive!"

"But you got five silver potions to feed the nigger? Here, nigga, take this."

Winia gave me a potion.

"That's a good potion for sticking bones. Let's go to the monastery, get treated and eat."

"Tears come out, really."

"Get better soon, you little nigger."

"Got it."

She, who handed over an empty backpack, pinched both my balls and said, I just want to thank you for thinking of me like this.

"Huhu, are you taking care of katt like that? I'm glad."

"Then why don't you take care of my western nigger? Let's get to the guild. Now I want to go in and get some rest."

"I cried."

Head for the guild.

I left early in the morning from Oros, so I still have some time to spare. On the way to Winia, I handed over the quest to the Chief. This was Winia's quest.

"Sister and nigger sit here for a while."

After entering the guild, Claudie and I sat down. Winia takes the quest and heads towards the window.

"Oh, but I'm a little tired all night. You're such a fucking troll."

In the wagon, Kulkul couldn't sleep because of that chewy scream. I sat in the chair, and it was only then that I got tired. I put my head on the table.

"Well done, Cat. Again, it was really good to be able to get there against such monsters."

"Uh-huh, actually, I think so."

I coldly retreated the battle with Trolls.

His strength and agility. And the tactics of using that long arm to preempt the advantages would be admissible. Above all, bleeding is almost immune.

It was a powerful monster in many ways.

Above all, I am a bigger opponent, so I am absolutely at a disadvantage. Its strength is strong enough to easily blow even Manna and I, who are physically trained, have enough agility to convert attacks and attacks freely.

I don't honestly think I'm going to win even though I think I'm going to stick to the status quo again.

Of course, I think I can win with two or three large damages.

I've already had a fight.

"Yeah, next time, Trolls will have to fight one-on-one to win. That seeperlom thing."

As such, experience is important. I've been thinking about trolls ever since I sat in the wagon. Today's experience will save me tomorrow.

"That's it, Cat. Enhancement as a warrior. Very good. That's one of the reasons I love katt."

Claudie smiles and grabs my hand.

I stopped erecting because I felt so good.

"Hmph, what else?"

"Will of Immortality and Warrior Fight?"

"Again... tell me again!"

"You're in good shape and handsome?"

"More! More!"

"Hair is wild, too!"

"Tell me more, Mama!!"

"Always try! Listen to me! And he's always a man!"

"Argh!!! Mama!!!"

I had no choice but to bury Claudie's face in his chest. I live to be transcribed into this flavor, fucking pearl!

"And, again... katt."

I listened to Claudie in that state.

"I do what I believe in and I don't judge without hesitation. Katt, true warriors don't need to be obsessed with the concept of good and evil. Because what you believe in is justice, and the knife you're holding is good."

"Is that so..."

I'm sure it is.

She whispered to me and said,

"It's a good thing there's no hesitation. Do we need to think seriously about anything? Most problems can be solved with a knife. I think the wrong thing to think about is evil."

It is obscure that good is evil, as Claudie said.

If anyone has something natural, it can also be artificial for anyone else.

In such a turbid world, I pave the way for fusion and walk to the end.

That's Kim Kat.