Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

# 390

After traveling for a long time, I was able to find a place where people were rare.

Winia, who drew the map, said that the meteorite would have fallen in the vicinity anyway, so the chances of searching anywhere would be similar.

The meteor explodes in the air and scatters everywhere, even if it falls intensely. Its size reaches almost a dozen kilometers.

This neighbourhood itself is a potential meteorite depository.

"Then let's start the search."

Anyway, it's starting now.

Roughly tree-burning or defeated land. It is the key to searching for meteorites.

It is true that the meteorites have fallen in this area, so it is very likely that small debris meteorites will be scattered around it.

You can think of a range of almost a dozen kilometers as far as falling in the air.

When you see a crowd as crowded as I am, you will find very many such meteorites. Of course, not all meteorites are expensive, but it's usually great.

It was not raining, but the ground itself was hard, so if the meteorites were to fall somewhere, it would be hard to make tea. It takes a bit of bush, but I don't doubt that luck will come to us either.

"Unchul doesn't just consist of pure Rare Metal. Most of them contain minerals like this."

Winia turned her backpack around and said,

"You have to take out all the impurities through the processing process, even though it's called unwrought iron."

"If so?"

"I'm using this magnet to detect."

Winia, who took a magnetic plate out of her backpack, handed it to me.

It's true. If you put something like a tree in here and make a meteorite detector like a mine detector, it might reduce your back bending effort.

If it contains iron, it will react to the magnet.

"Khh, a wizard, too."

"No, it's not a wizard. It's a basic thing to think about."

"I couldn't think of anything."

"Ouch, our silly nigger. Come here. I'll give you a hug."

"Teehen."

With her face on Winia's chest, she brought a magnetic plate to her chest armor and felt an attempt to attach it. But it flows whether or not it is that strong.

It's almost like a fridge magnet.

"I don't know if it'll work like that, but it's better than pulling out all the bushes. Now, nigga. Hurry up and get some branches and make yourself comfortable."

"Yes."

Immediately, one of the long branches was cut and a magnetic plate was woven using a rope. After a while of hard work, I was able to make it reasonable.

"This is almost a perfect meteorite detector."

I was able to get some iron powder from the ground and bushes as a test. Of course it's garbage. I stole it right away.

"Well, I think it's gonna be okay. Let's go."

That's how I detect the ground and move.

When I look at the floor and move, Claudie and Winia look around. If you find something to lose, run and check it.

Of course, there was no income.

Scrap or scrap. And only iron powder sticks. Perhaps this is a place already swept away by another pack.

"Cat, over there."

"Hmm? A meteorite?"

"No. It's people."

"These boring bastards."

As I moved, I saw a crowd advancing toward us from there. Everyone is armed with irregular outfits.

Are you a bunch of adventurers?

They were searching the surroundings, as were the others, and as soon as they found us, they stopped moving and became vigilant.

Soon after, the man who appears to be the representative of them came to us looking left and right.

Are you going to claim your place again?

I decided to ask first.

"You guys?"

"We are adventurers from abroad."

They were in the same position as us. Well, I don't think any of them would claim their place.

"Oh, did the power come from the same place?"

"No, not all of them. Most of them came over here and they met. I've always been looking for meteorites, but it's the area, so don't get cold. I was forced to join my friends in a similar position."

"Uh-huh, is that so? So did we. We're adventurers too."

"You look just like him."

With all sorts of groups in districts, adventurers flowing from abroad joined forces.

I'm guessing three or four of them are out in the yard, searching on a platoon basis, except that some of the foreign dick adventurers are going to turn off as soon as they can. It is natural to join forces.

Certainly, on this scale, you will be able to take a place anywhere. If you want to make a big voice, you have to gather your heads.

When you say it's a place to sit, you take it away from your dick.

He looked at us and suggested.

"Good timing. Wouldn't you like to stay here, too? We have to gather now to protect the meteorites. If we do this, the others will receive the vicinity. You need to join forces before you do that."

I know what you mean, but I don't intend to join forces.

"Thank you for saying this, but it won't be much fun if you divide it by the number of meteorites. We'll do it ourselves."

The high number of heads means that you have to split the profits as much as possible. Of course, the search difficulty will go down significantly.

But you can't profit from rolling around with cubs who don't know where.

Three of us is enough.

"Is that so?"

"Right. Well, let's do our thing. Find the meteorite well."

"Hmm. Too bad."

Rarely did it seem to be solved by words.

The adventurer looks like a good person.

"This is our area, so go somewhere else."

"Scary to think," he said, changing his face.

"Yes?"

"This is our area. As I just explained, there's a difference, and there's a difference. I want you to go somewhere else. That's because I only found this place. Can you understand that?"

I think this son of a bitch is a respectable chef.

It's mild, but if you're not just going to stick to the paper, you're just going to leave.

Speaking of which?

How dare you betray my expectations?

I expected what I wanted, betrayed what I wanted. It gave me extreme anger.

But if you want to take your place, I have something to say.

"Do you really need to turn it off? He came from over there, roughly. You're okay here, aren't you?"

I was searching for meteorites because there was no one here. They've been advancing from over there, so they've invaded our territory.

It's a bit tight, but I decided to give it one last try because I was polite in my own way.

Yes, I think I can understand the place culture.

We're finally in position.

But if you're going to ask for a seat, let's at least be cultural citizens who keep their place and talk. This is our place. Now that we've come, it's that way that we should leave.

Of course, as always, the conversation didn't work.

"No. We were coming this way in the first place, so this is our place. Go back now. If it doesn't work..."

- Ugh.

He grabbed the knife handle and pulled it out for about half an hour, smiling miserably and looking back. It is clearly hostile.

Even the behind-the-scenes adventurers stare at us with their ugly faces, touching the weapons they kill.

If it doesn't work, I'm just gonna bury it.

... these fucking dwarf bastards.

Look how close it is to collecting some heads.

"What if it doesn't work? What are you gonna do, mister?"

"What?"

Maybe politeness is just an imagination.

I looked up at him and said as I walked toward him.

"I have to say it because the cheek is obscured. Don't you know that in a word, the life of Amy Abbey is decided? What if it doesn't work? What if it doesn't? You want me to fight?"

"Oh, no. Not like that..."

"Hey, why did you pick a knife?"

As expected, it shrivels noticeably because it throws away the politeness and lays down the strength. Naturally, it's human nature to look at it as a dick if you're fucking nice.

Especially those tribes that are adventurous cubs tend to be more serious.

"If you're going to pose a threat, you need to grow your strength, you son of a bitch. I was taking it because it seemed like it worked, and all of a sudden it sucked. Hey, what are you gonna do? I'm asking you what to do if it doesn't work, now."

"Well, that's... that's..."

He looks at the adventurers in the back looking for help. Of course, they too were shriveled when they saw things go bad.

I'm sending a gesture for help, but there can't be any loyalty to the people who gathered immediately.

"Fuck off."

"... yes."

After he finally surrendered, he turned to my words and tried to flee.

But if you just let me go, my reputation as a thousand horses is in the mud.

"Where are you going?"

"Just get the fuck out of here..."

"I have to give you everything I have before I go. What the fuck? Son of a bitch, that's common sense, common sense. Get your wallet out, quick."

"..."

He was deeply embarrassed by my words and looked left and right.

"... dog, bullshit! Hey, geeks!"

Then all of a sudden, I scream.

That's it, then.

I always try to settle well, but no one cooperates.

"Azuraphahemia!"

- Bummer!

After all, all I could get was a fist and a knife.

"Gehek!"

After being hit by the Asura blood rights on his face, he snuggles back and casts a joke. I believe that his conscience would have been cured by this.

You came looking for a fucking meteorite and you just fucked a guy.

Violence was my destiny, too.

Zhongwon Thousand Horses will fear conflict.

"Uh-huh?"

"Hey, that's..."

"I don't think I can win..."

Then the adventurers began to sulk among themselves. If they reveal their aggressiveness, they will be defeated immediately, but if you don't intend to, you can just move on.

It wasn't these bastards who pulled the knife.

"There, adventurers! Are you going to dump me? I won't!"

When the sword was drawn and declared, the adventurers hurriedly replied.

"Oh, no! No way! Do whatever you want!"

"We had nothing to do with him!"

"I didn't want to see that son of a bitch grow up!"

In this shitty world, it was a dialogue that had to show strength once. Immediately, the disrespectful adventurers elected a new representative and left.

What's left of the scene is Kim Kat and his wives. And there was only one humble adventurer who fell and coughed with Quites.

"Ugh..."

"Get your wallet out, you son of a bitch. If you don't want to search."

"Argh!"

"No, I'll search it myself."

Stretching to one side of the Asura blood zone, he twists as he groans. I open his arms and legs with my strength and search his pockets and arms.

"So why is it that you're so good at fucking things? Honestly, if you hadn't pulled the knife, you could have done it by word."

"Argh... Krog! You know, that's it!"

"What, man?"

He urgently tried to stop my hand. I thought you wanted to hide your purse here, so let's feed you a bloody honeymoon night, "Geehaw?!" He fainted after a strange sound.

You weak son of a bitch.

That way, we'll cut his clothes off with a northern knife and carry out a seizure. I got a wallet and I got a piece of dry trash or something.

"You're such a dick."

That's the last time I want to search my panty--

"Uh-huh?"

Isn't that something to catch?

- It's hard.

There was something hard like a stone, so I cut my panties and tried to check it out. It's something stone-- dried with a dirty cloth.

"Cao, nigga? What are you doing?"

"Katt... are you trying to take off your pants? That's awesome! Cruel! compared to the ruthless!"

"Sister?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"