Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 381

Although the impression of the people I met in town is chewy, it doesn't mean that they look weird. Everything else is prejudicial.

Maybe I just overreacted.

"Are you a traveler from a distance?"

A middle-aged man with almost all his teeth looks like he can't work except in a brutal and barbaric job at first. No, but is it possible that a normal person would look like this?

Strange-looking people usually do strange things.

"Uh-huh, yes. Take a look at the world. But the fog made me lose my way."

Suddenly, I greeted him with caution in case he pulled out the knife. It would not be unnatural to throw up an inhuman killer skewer in your mouth and swing it at us.

"Cluckle, this fog plain is a strange place with a lot of heavy iron fog. No wonder you're lost."

There is nothing but fog villagers who don't get lost elsewhere.

"I heard there are a lot of travelers like us."

"Well done... there hasn't been one lately. Is that why you're planning to stay? There are a lot of monsters out there. You'd better get some sleep."

"Oh, of course. Are you freezing?"

I heard that it is a little expensive, but it is of course that the price goes up in this way. I'm willing to pay as much as I can if I don't put a dick in it.

I didn't actually do anything weird.

"Are you sure you and the two women are there?"

"Yes."

"Then there's three of them... and then there's a bird that hits 35 coopers a night."

"Uh-huh, that's expensive, right?

"Because it's in a place like this... Isn't the price fluctuating depending on the situation in the area? We live in a town like this, and we have to make money with it."

"You're right."

Fucking pricks.

What am I supposed to do? This town is in this crazy fog. It looks like this area isn't in the same place.

You took out your wallet and gave me 7 5-Cooper coins. The owner of the inn who received it smiled widely and showed her no teeth again.

"Go to the room at the end of the second floor... and how would you like to eat? Now that we have more guests, I'm going to boil more stew. This may also be a little expensive, but I can assure you it's the right food."

"What else could that be?"

"Just give me 15 coopers for the triple."

"Uh-huh, isn't this too bad?"

When I heard the price, I laughed. I never thought eating one meal a night would break 50 coopers.

"But it's not a conscientious price. Don't worry, the taste is guaranteed."

There's nothing to think of as conscientious about it but this bastard.

"Well, give it to me. I'm not in a position to cover up. But isn't there anything else besides stew?"

"First of all, Stew. I'll send you up to your room in a little while."

"Yes... and I want to wash, but where are the wells?"

"Behind the building. But it's common... I don't have any guests, so if you let me know when to use it, I'll take care of it. Khhhh."

"Oh, thank you. You pay attention."

"Didn't you get a lot of money?"

"Master Mind is a real angel."

But I will serve you as much as I get paid.

I took the key and went up to the second floor. Every time I went up the stairs, I heard an ominous laugh on the first floor... What are you really doing here?

After opening the visit without saying anything, Winia said in a sharp tone.

"What, this town? I don't think it's normal. Just now, so did they."

"I was freaking nervous, too."

I received the words as I tidied up my backpack. Winia seems to have detected a warm air as well. In fact, people in this fucking neighborhood were never normal.

Claudie throws herself into bed as if she doesn't care much.

"Aw, it's fluffy. Is everything okay? Let's take a break. If there's a problem, we can fix it."

"Yes, I will. Let's get some rest. I'm outside and I'm in, so I'm tired."

The room seemed more pleasant than I thought. I have one bed, and the three seem a little narrow, but it would have been nice if it weren't for the woody tent floor.

There are toilets, but of course there is no capital.

So it's going to be using wells.

The dizzy big city is well equipped with sewage facilities, but there is no way such a system can come as far as this village.

Anyway, I disengaged the equipment and lay down next to Claudie. Immediately her hand came up to my body.

"Oh, Shiva, I think I'm going to live. No, Claudie, you can't be soundproof here."

"Does it matter?"

"I care, sister."

Winia snuggles in next to me and lies down. I found myself lying on the floor of a cold tent for a few days and sleeping on the bed, making me feel good.

It was time to rest for a while.

- Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

Seeing the smell of sol, it looks like stew.

"..."

I stood up without a word and opened the door.

Animal abuser's fur was standing on his feet.

"Three of us have come to eat enough. You're going to be the mayor. Eat a lot."

He smiles and hands me the iron pot with stew.

Indeed, it smelled good because it smelled thick. It's as expensive as meat or potatoes. Kim is also a morack.

"Hey, this looks better than I thought. Thank you. I'll eat well."

"Yes. Have a good time..."

- Yikes.

Respectfully greeted, he left.

- Choking.

Anyway, I locked the door and put Stu down at the desk. Winia, who was looking at me with her eyes open, said:

"You gonna eat that nigger? I'm a little suspicious."

"Of course not. I bought it because it's weird to just say no there."

I don't really doubt it, but it's a reality that happens as a day-to-day reflection of people in remote places.

I'd rather eat with just food.

"Yes, Cat. Eating is always a good thing to be careful. Even strong warriors fall into addiction they never thought of."

"You're right. Eat a lot of food from the outside and go to the goal."

Claudie is also thorough about this.

"I know. You just have to throw this away."

I poured a 15-copper stew in the bathroom. Whether you have a problem with food or not, you should not eat food from remote places where this common sense and law may work.

And I also care why it seems overly friendly and sensible... I doubt that such kind people live in this place.

Because it's common sense to be careful from the outside, even if it's not.

There is also a lot of food I brought anyway.

I smashed and brushed my meal with my usual jerky, toast and dried fruit.

"Let's get some sleep, then. It's a bit like washing."

Winia yawned and said,

"Yeah. Wash it in a place like this. You two go to bed first."

"Where's Cat?"

"Put a blanket on the floor and sleep. Here's another blanket."

"But are you gonna be okay? Cat wants to sleep in bed? I'll put the blanket on."

"No, I'm not going to sleep right now. Let's go first."

"If so... Cat, do you love me?"

"Uh-huh, me too."

Claudie touched me and kissed my cheek as she approached me. This is enough.

"Good night, Winia."

"Yes, nigger... Wake me up later if you're thinking of standing next to me."

"I'm trying not to."

She closes her eyes with a smile as she kisses Winia's forehead once.

"Shiva, then."

Let's make it a little more secure.

I can't just sleep at a suspicious inn in the middle of this Ozi, even though I've got an inn. This is not a crowded tourist area.

I don't know anything else, but I'm not relieved because I'm a born criminal.

It's ironic, though, that it's better than sleeping in that damn cold tent. Because of the fog, the chili seeped into the bone. It is the cold of night that is scarier than a criminal.

I searched the room immediately.

Well, nothing but windows and doors. So I decided to just move the backpack to the front door. The door is locked, but you need to be reassured.

Then I laid a blanket on the floor and lay on it.

I was thinking about buying a fire, but I just can't sleep.

Let's lie down and rest.

- Gross.

I also pulled the knife and placed it in my reach. Claudie and Winia were already breathing to see if they were asleep.

It was about an hour ago.

- Basrak Basak.

- Tiny.

"..."

I hear something outside. I close my eyes and focus on my hearing, so I think something is moving in the second floor hallway.

I don't think we have any other guests.

- Knock knock.

Then I heard a knock.

... something bad came up as smouldering as smoke, but I could have just come to retrieve the pot.

Yeah, it must be a pot.

- Knock knock.

Knock, knock! Knock!

But the sound of knocking on the door gets worse.

No, the guests are resting. What kind of a bitch is this?

Once I felt suspicious, I decided to ignore it.

I'm trying to see how that's going to work out.

- Ugh.

Suddenly I heard the doorknob go back.

- Scratch.

- Yikes.

The door that was locked will open.

"Guests. Do you sleep...?"

Slowly, a very slowly moving door opens as you push the backpack in front of you. I refined soaring slaughter and annoyance.

These bastards are in.

"Hmm? What is this backpack?"

"Uh-huh, I think you set the door on something like this? You've been there a lot, guys. Looks like you're all asleep already, brother."

Once in, there were two.

They said in a quiet tone after slowly clearing the backpack.

"Be quiet. You might wake up."

"Don't worry. I put the pills in. I haven't had many guests in a while. We need to run out of stock this time, Khhhhhh."

Then fuck it.

There is no way to miss a bad idea of how to fuck.

I think these bastards look like animal molesters and the guy who guided us. I closed my eyes and watched their movements and pretended to sleep.

"Look. It's all over. Hey, did you eat all this, Stu? It was delicious, though. The chef was good at eliminating the smell of drugs. Fuchch, if you eat that much, you'll be out of your mind for at least half a day."

"Looks like it. Heh, my brother is good at his job."

"It's only been a few years."

As expected, the food was not eaten by the outside world.

And as a matter of fact, these bastards seem to have been doing this crime scene at the Mad Homicide Inn for years.

"By the way, there's a lot of merchandise today, brother. Two women? Even a year's worth of milk is so damn big. It's fucking hot and brown. Oh, the bottom is so fucking squeaky. I think it's rice already."

They walk slowly towards us.

"Oh, fuck that. Breathe. Once we work as usual, we turn it around once, brother. We'll taste the silhouettes first and then we'll go back to the village."

"By the way, Khhhhhh... it would be rewarding to get these fucking bitches pregnant. But what's he sleeping on the floor for?"

I slowly opened my eyes and grabbed the knife handle.

"Pregnant pay?"

"Huh?"

It was clear that these bastards had learned how to fuck around with each other.

I grabbed the knife and swiftly raised my body.

"Get pregnant with my sword."

- Phew.

I stabbed him in the stomach. The blade snaps into the blade, as if it wasn't a very skilled one.

"Uh-huh?"

"Brother...?"

They looked at me with a strange face, as if they still couldn't figure out the situation.