Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Skeletons, at least a small group, each approached with their own old barracks. I don't know what kind of principle it is, but it doesn't seem to be worth the money.

They're all rotten, rusty, half-broken weapons, but they can't be called ancient antiques. After all, I feel like I'm holding a stick that doesn't look like a bone or a weapon, so I feel like I'm losing my fear of the undead.

Combat power is muscle and bone and mental power. And it comes from good equipment. None of them, [Skeleton], are just dickheads whose skeleton models are in motion in the science room. Then the army of skeletons in front of their eyes began to look as if they were a gang of frail beggars.

A sleepy [Blasphemy] crawls up a smouldering cock.

"Let's hit it first."

Meria lowered her posture as much as she could. It was asking but not asking for consent. The amount of impact is proportional to weight and speed. She stuffed the ground with her shield straight ahead.

- Tak-tak-tak!

Her fascinating pace was like a lowly millet. She collides with the central point where the skeletons gather.

- Quack!

"Yaha!"

Bones splattered with freshness and consistency.

Skeletons hit and flew as if a bowling pin had fallen. It is said that the human skeleton weighs only 20% of its body weight. It's an old bone like that. It won't go out of its peninsula, so there's no room to stop Crash from taking over the shield of Meria.

- That angle.

- The right angle.

Four versus a dozen. The power train is superior, but the individual's fighting power is different enough to make Moral bread for the enemy despite such a zealous number of differences. I ran out screaming loudly.

"Waaaaaaah!"

Swinging rather than stabbing.It hurts like a knife once it's made of iron. I once learned from Karin that I tried to beat them into the most powerful position, balanced and balanced.

"Sands!! Why are you out of here!!"

- Cuckoo!

- Cuckoo!

I struck him down.

They are cut or broken into bones, crushed and broken, shattered and crushed into pieces.

These bastards were just unimaginable bastards. Did the Ten Sons dare come near me? Right now?

Even Skeletons felt that my chest would burst more frustrated because of the slowing down of the brachytherapy in front of me.

These assholes seem to be moving. Lifting an arm and wielding a rusty, crushed knife. In that series of movements, a man vomits a tenth of a second's worth of pain.

Even such a cowboy would not have worked on me if his clothes had been blown away in the past, and the amount of shock he had suffered had been minimal. My extraordinary chest armor and expensive quilted armor were all defenseless. I just didn't think I'd get hit in the head.

"You really hit the goal!"

He smashed his head.

These were literally just skeletons. A skeleton that is just dead, just as the dead cannot interfere with the living. I sent them back where they should be.

"This is one. It must be harder for one zombie than ten of these boneheads."

Copson said the blade was sharp, and he put the knife in his knife and began to deal with clumsy handkerchiefs.

No matter how clumsy I was, Skeletons cut off their waists in one shot of Copson's kicks and died robbing them of their superior ribs in one shot (if they could say they were going to die).

"You want me to live with these guys all my life?"

Skeleton's skull is crushed by a powerful shield, and his body is stuck to the wall. Meria uses her shield to crush them, as if she were showing off her innate violence. Like a properly trained shield, her shield was not a defensive weapon, but a murder weapon.

Needless to say, when I get to Elise, She was the most exciting one. She was demonstrating the concept of chewing something.

That's how we put a platoon of skeletons in the cockpit. The dust worked badly. It was speculated that there was this white dust in the basement fourth floor because other adventurers insulted the dead in a similar way.

"Now they will go where Bondi should have gone."

"That's a good thing."

Elise, who wiped her forehead's sweat freshly, said that. I didn't think it was the face of the man who caused the exceptional underground dungeon mace maneuver with the Panmundo Axe, but her face seemed refreshing.

I had no idea. She seemed to believe that she really did a very good job. This literally doesn't know English. In my view, Elise's destructive attitude was much more frightening than godly.

However, I was satisfied that the stress had been relieved, so I just smiled awkwardly and replied.

"Are their souls saved?"

"Salvation... that's a perfectly natural word. Wherever their souls go post-mortem, is there a little too much to call it salvation?"

"Isn't it heaven or salvation if you go?"

"Heaven is not a very useful concept either. Excuse me, but do you have a religion? The concepts of salvation and the kingdom of heaven are not so much addressed in our glorious cross."

"Yes? No. I don't really have religion, but I can go to heaven if you listen to meditation on the streets... so I don't know it well."

I almost freaked out when I started explaining the doctrine to my aunt (the teacher) who suddenly met me on the holiday. I decided to turn my back on the horse. I didn't know much about religion, and I didn't care.

"... I don't think there will be any pagans left in the current kingdom, but those who promise paradise are not much to credit."

"Oh, yes."

As soon as I heard that I was a pagan, I got a creep on my back. If you say something wrong, it might suddenly break your head. I quickly shook my head on the floor. I closed my eyes easily.

"Well, there's nothing to take care of."

I looked at the floor with my eyes down.

I pushed the remains with my feet without expecting much. If I tried to sell these rotten kittens to blacksmiths, I would have been struck by a machete with a fancy swearing. Maybe I'll use my corpse to make Emile Bell.

I was wondering if there were any jewels or knives, but I didn't see any of them. Is there anything worth paying for? It was a pity.

Meria doesn't know if she thought the same thing, but she uses her thigh bones to scramble the remains. He just touches a human bone. Not even a branch.

"Huh? This is..."

"Did you find anything?"

I didn't expect much from him as if he had discovered something. I was thinking about the serious value of rotten leather. Recycling of rotten leather. It's a clue that can save the Earth's environment...

"This necklace."

"Necklace!"

I screamed in a seizure. It was a necklace that Meria grabbed and plucked in a pile of remains! I didn't know what metal it was because I wanted color. But!

"That's it! I don't know about weapons, but I might still have accessories!"

"Yes! That's it!"

Copson said what I was going to say instead. We, having regained immense motivation, immediately searched the tomb like a mole. Is this an opportunity? One thousand dollars is in sight!

"If I'd known this would happen, I'd have slapped you!"

"I agree!"

"Oh, there you go. What kind of ring?"

"The state of conservation is not good."

Recently, I found accessories while smiling at the fun-filled single bunk. Even though he was a little pleased to search the bones of a human being, if he was in this situation, any adult soldier would search the skeleton in real time. Isn't Elise doing the same?

"Found it!"

After such a long search, the group succeeded in plundering all the accessories Skeletons had.

A long time ago, when their bereaved families were spared for the death of the deceased, their valuables became the property of the adventurer Thief Butterflies, as well as the incarnation of human scum.

"Hail!"

Oh, my God, you're so sloppy!

I took off my cape and put old age goods on it instead of dancing.

"Now, put it all up here."

I had to collect items and distribute them evenly. Now that we're all together, I shouldn't have to take one extra plus alpha. Killing an adventurer is the responsibility of the person who killed him, but this time it was different. I don't know who smashed what. All four contributions were the same anyway, so it's okay to make an enbread.

I had to be as clear as the money problem.

The group hung all the items they had found on their capes. The number looked good.

"..."

Um, something like that.

"I was excited when I collected it, and I saw it like this..."

"Hmm, these are too old. Brass? Bronze? I don't think gold has turned into discoloration like this."

"These crystal necklaces are all gold. Are you the pearl owner?"

I gathered them all together, and these accessories looked like old junk.

Did you not win the wind waves of the years? I could not even tell what it was made of by crushing, discoloring, and rusting. All that was left was the form.

This is why I have to have emotional skills... Fuck this, I don't have skill points. You fucking poor bastards. Your family is dead in common, don't you think I should give you a gold necklace? There is also a degree of common sense. Crazy Ancient bastards.

"Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be worth much."

Elise shook her head. I saw it. But if you go out and sell it somewhere, there 'll be a few coopers left. After Tin Cup and Mick's teeth, I got another blemish.

With regret behind us, we moved forward again.

"Skeletons are never created or created naturally."

"So you're saying someone made it?"

Elise said while walking. Mary said what I was about to ask first.

"Making skeletons? Then isn't he an evil magician?"

"What? An evil magician?"

"Don't say necromancer. Was there anything like that in the Bavarian neighborhood? The more you look, the more you don't know."

"We shouldn't have that in our neighborhood."

Necromancer is the undead wizard who brings the dead back.

Elise's words continued.