Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 387

"Amy Seabural."

I think I'm forced to leave.

- A mourning fluid.

Quites howled once more. You son of a bitch. He yawns a couple of times and sits down. I don't think I can move, so I think I'm taking a break.

Bring me the mischief, motherfucker.

"I can't help it. Nigga, get out."

"Yes."

I opened the door completely and went outside the inn.

- Yikes.

Claudie and Winia are standing behind us anyway. What's the problem? If an emergency explodes, you can kill them all as usual.

What they were riding on was a slightly larger four-wheeled wagon led by two horses. There seems to be no problem burning a few people inside.

Looks like a wagon for traffickers.

"..."

Three Robbins stare at me without saying a word. I can't see my face with the hood pressed on... Are these bastards traffickers right?

"Oh, brothers! Long time no see!"

I waved my hand with a knife and greeted him four-year-old.

"Oh, but I don't have any property today. You're here in a heartbeat, but you don't have any women to sell. Uh-huh. I'm sorry you took the wrong step."

Let's pretend to be villagers first.

They may simply be travellers, but in my opinion, these suspicious people are prepared to engage in suspicious business.

The robbers said they haven't had any guests to work with lately, so it's likely these bastards are the ones who 'know' this town.

Then they must be involved in the crime.

"Why don't you take a break from the inn?"

He greeted me four-year-olds with such judgment, but they did not even react, but only watched me quietly.

There is not much movement.

I'm not even pulling out my weapon.

"It's hard not to answer."

Are they that confident? Or the bastards who lost their fright? Shall we walk the ship? I think I'm arrogant.

"... those bodies."

The voice that was heard at the moment was not normal, but an ominous tone.

I gave strength to the hand that held the knife.

There are no normal people who don't know where or who they met in town.

"Did you kill him?"

After that, the bodies were overflowing with murders of villagers. Rob's man pointed to it and said to me,

"Well... I don't know. This town is weird. The fog... it's too dark. Maybe the fog made this town weird."

I don't know what to answer, so I just swoop around, and the Robbers check each other's faces and start whining.

"If there is no prize... I will go back."

Then you say that and you want to get back on the wagon.

It was as if we had no interest at all in who we were and why the village was such a crook.

"Wait a minute. I actually have a few items left."

"...?"

"Looks like this town was in the middle of a trafficking business. It's not very good, but there are still a few merchandise left. It's not very useful to me anyway, so if you just pay me, I'll just hand it over."

That's how they reacted.

"... if you have any merchandise. If you bring it, you won't pay for it."

"Uh-huh, that's a good story. How much do you plan to pay per person?"

"It will look at the merchandise and decide."

"There's a little healthy guy this time, isn't there?"

"I will also check the product and decide."

These bastards were hit by traffickers.

But I like the premature attitude a little. I feel good or drinking-minded from just a few words.

It didn't matter to them what we were or what the situation in the village was.

Only those evil cheeks who seem to be obsessed with trafficking or not. Maybe they don't think of anything else but human trafficking.

Only beings born to trafficking!

There is nothing in this world but pagans who worship pain and crime.

These bastards were clearly pagans.

- Pats.

Manna begins to boil with rage...!

Claudie and Winia are still waiting while looking this way at the inn. Fitting in to breathing is already a routine, so when I start acting, the battle will begin immediately.

"Well, wait a minute... but brothers. What is your identity?"

I opened my mouth while holding the ambush.

"... there is no reason to answer. Hurry and get the merchandise."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't matter what happens to people."

Only then did they begin to move in secret.

Are we preparing for an attack?

Traffickers in the first place. Maybe they'll beat me to a shitty yard and sell me out. Their robes were weak.

"But, you fucker. It's important to the pagan bastards, Long live the order!!!!"

- Screw you!

The pagans responded at that time. I rushed forward with the blade in my mouth with the name of another god impulsively.

"Oh, you were the master of Eijermart!!!"

"You pagan bastard!!! Cursed bastards dare trafficking!!!"

They rush through their frightened embrace, pulling out the seemingly distant wand and pointing it at me. - Wedge! At that moment, a lump of fire flew and struck Rob's head in the back.

- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

"Turn it off!!!"

The pagan who was caught in flames fell down with a scream of ecstasy. Really, it was a nice cover shot. There's nothing to be afraid of if you have Winia!

"Bye, Daoc!!"

The guy next to him tried to respond to Wand with agility, but Winia's Fire Bolt was faster. He also struggled with the fire.

In an instant, two of the three pagan tribes became vents.

There is no business in front of the ambush.

When the two of them were defeated in an instant, the one in front of me tried to run away.

"A thousand horsemen."

Immediately, I chased the man who pushed the ground. I am not the one who will miss the evil pagan bastard...! You must perform as well as you borrowed the name of Eijer Mart!

"Argh!!!"

His hastily running hood is peeled off.

Then a white back, like an eye, appeared. It's the skin color I remember. I recall the inhumane face of pagans who had encountered the ground water of Istanbul in the slums.

A strange tattoo on white skin, engraved all over the face. And two blind eyes without even white!

An unforgivable evil of the world!!!

"Kimkatt Dropkieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

I blew the dropkick as it was. - Boom! The extended leg hits the back of a pagan. "Argh!" The screamer flies like an evil magician hovering in the air and rolls over the swarms.

"Bless the Order!!!!"

"Argh! What the hell...! Why is the main residence of Iser Mart in this place..!"

I landed skilfully and ran to the fallen pagan with a knife.

His skin is really fresh as snow. After twisting his face in pain, he stammers at the ground as if he was trying to find the Wand he dropped.

"Everywhere!"

- Quajic!

Immediately he trampled on his wrist and overpowered it.

"Argh!!!"

"Sin in the service of paganism! And the sin of trying to buy and sell people's lives! I will pay for your death, you pagan bastard!"

Once there was no tattoo on his face, I had already seen quite a lot of such pagans. And most importantly, his eyes turned off without even white.

It was a clear proof of paganism...!

"Krog...! Dare! Dare!"

A painfully howling tear opened his teeth to me. The pagans on the waterway used to speak their own language, but he seemed to speak this language well.

"Tell me, pagan! What the hell were you doing here?"

I put the tip of my sword in his branch and communicated.

What are you going to do with someone else?

The most horrible and dark tragedy seemed to strike the brain for a moment.

Are you going to make your eternal life a ghoul, too? If not, it may be a deception to conduct a vicious human experiment.

You bastards...!

Are you a person with patterns?

"Archaeology...! Khh, Khh... I have nothing to tell you about the earthlings who worship demons wearing God's robes!"

"Did you fall in love with this distant dog? Bullshit, cheeky, I can pull all my teeth out, you insect!!!"

I thought he was trying to avoid the situation with bullshit. I tried to cut off his arm first. But at that moment, he roared fiercely and vomited a frothy pigeon.

"I will curse thee, O Lord of Ismart!!! Argh!!!"

- Qaaaaaah!!!

"Hey, you crazy black Hydra bastard!"

I reflectively threw myself to avoid all those unpleasant fluids. Liquid like sticky tar soaks the ground.

Fortunately, nothing touched my body.

- Aggravation!

"Uh-uh!"

But it feels like the world is getting blacker in a moment!

"What is this?"

However, not even a second later, I found the light again.

Did he make a mistake?

Turning his head, the pagan who saw me laughed ominously and said, "I am condemned."

"Khh, can you feel hell...?"

"What the hell? You avoided it?"

"...?"

Anyway, I swung the knife right away because I knew I'd do more shit.

"Now, wait!!!"

"Excuzumi!"

- Thistle!

His white head flew into the sky as the blade fell.

Surprisingly, the blood splashed was a cynomolgus color, not a cynomolgus color. The pagans were so evil that the rest of the blood was wasted.

"Fucking pagan bastard."

I will dedicate his death to those black men who have been exploited and painstakingly crumbled in the hot cane fields.

The three pagans died that way.

"What were they doing?"

"Like the pagans I saw on the waterway at the time."

Claudie, who was approaching, looked at the body and asked.

I think those pagan bastards were operating near Isvant. It's a fucking defence, so I think there's a lot of carvings.

Anyway, next time you see Elise, let me know.

"But... what were those bastards doing?"

Overall, they were bad combatants.

No, it just seemed like they didn't know the battle itself. Is it natural to be a priest? Or aren't they the ones in charge of combat?

Not all religions have the same powerful power as gangsters.

The Light Celestial Cross is an unusual case for all members to carry out combat, and other religions are distinguished from the paladins in charge of combat and the priests in charge of other tasks.

"The nigger got hurt, didn't he?"

"No problem. These bastards are fucking weak."

Maybe these guys are also pagans with non-combat diseases like that.

Anyway, we've identified all their bodies. There was no tattoo on his face. It was speculated that they were probably the lowest-ranking of pagans.

So you're driving a wagon and you're trafficking it.

In other words, it seems to be a terminal pagan.

It's just my guess everywhere.

"Katt, the wagon is completely empty. I don't see anything particularly suspicious."

"I think I found something."

I searched for the bodies, and I found something like a small iron plate with familiar symbols on it. That's what I've been tired of seeing with Elise.

What the hell are these bastards doing?

- Groaning.

And I also found two pockets of money that contained roughly 500 coopers. It is cash equivalent to approximately 10 silver.

Was this money used to buy people who had been forcibly detained in the village? Apart from that, I was able to get three Wands.

A decent income.

- Fog plains.

It felt like something terrible was hidden here.

It is a very large place, and the fog is prevalent enough to cover the whole area.

There is no better place for evil creatures to hide.

"Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go."

"What about this wagon?"

"We have to burn it. Winia, I beg you."