Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

I had nothing to do, so I rested at home during the winter. Of course, winter is long. I'm so tired of it that it's still snowing. The weather is cold.

Surprisingly, however, the winter was not very snowy.

White garbage does not pile above knee height. I was bored by the heavy snowfall that hit my head.

That's why the traffic didn't seem to be blocked, and even today, the front gate was crowded with wagons and pedestrians entering and exiting. It's winter, but if you don't do this, there's a lot of people starving.

They all go out to do that.

- Quickly.

I crossed the street touching the pockets of money I received from Saint Cadia. The reward was 80 Silver. You need to run 4 Crazy Adventurer Quests to earn money.

This is a real exhaust cocksucker, so I went up my mouth.

Just a few days ago, the paladins finished scouting the pagan secret research facility that we mapped out. It was sooner than I thought. Well, all you had to do was find the road on the map.

The time spent hitting us is different from the time spent hitting us.

Compensation payments became immediately due to the discovery of clear evidence. I asked Saint Cadia if there was anything else I could do for a while. Winter also made the movement of pagans and demons more frequent.

In the first place, it is not a situation where the paladins are far away in winter and are conducting long-term operations, so there is no way to gather information.

Let's relax a little until the Saint returns to the capital.

- Doctor.

However, the streets are overflowing with snow because of the snow build-up to knee height. I looked for Lina once, but I can't see her very well.

Anyway, I found the Adventurer Guild before I went home.

I'm resting, but I can't live without going out of the house. I needed to know how the world was going, so I stopped by the Adventurer Guild to gather information.

"Bavarian Shek...!"

I heard a familiar voice as soon as I entered the guild building.

"You son of a...!"

Unbelievably, Charlotte is a blonde D-class adventurer, Copson, chattering with me.

It's a real pleasure to meet you.

"Long time no see, motherfucker!!"

It's been a while, you son of a bitch.

"I don't know how long I've seen this!! But... you can't afford to change your equipment? What does that fancy armor look like, Barbarian?"

"Oh, this?"

The moment Copson approached me, he asked me about the armor. I couldn't tell you because I haven't seen this bastard's head in a while.

"Let's go to the bar first. I'll fucking buy it."

"Ow!"

Copson, who laughed at me when he said he was buying me a drink, followed me. After I went into a nearby bar and sat down, I said, "So what's with the armor?" I gave Copson an answer.

"I became a quasi-religious."

"Well, what!"

Upon showing his quasi-religious credentials, Copson was immediately appalled as he grabbed his head.

"Hey, did the barbarian finally accept the god of the civilized world!!! It's a miracle that the grace of the god Verde reaches there!!!!!!"

"Hahaha, you ten-tongue."

Of course I didn't convert.

Anyway, we talked from morning to morning while drinking. I have a lot of money today anyway, and the liquor wasn't very expensive. And there's nothing to do.

"Cluckle, I was actually noticing that the Barbarians had become quite strong. The descendants of cruel barbarians are a different race than civilizations, so their potential power is enormous."

Copson opens his eyes wide and chews his jerky while staring at me.

"What the hell is the source of that bias?"

"It's not prejudice, it's truth."

"You son of a bitch."

When I heard about it, Copson also said that he had lived in the meantime by doing away with such a request. Class D colleagues are also handsome and quite well.

Working in winter.

"Well, that's why I'm thinking about relocating. You can't stay in Istanbul forever."

"Hmm, but I still have an Adventurer rating and it's kind of a good idea to go to another city, isn't it? I used to think about relocating, but I ended up in D class, so I had to stick around. There's nothing to go to Krassheim."

Adventurers who originally settled somewhat do not try to get out of the area. When I go to another city, I have no trust and I admit my rating because it is too limited or impossible.

In the case of Copson, it is likely that he will bury his bones in Istanbul. Connectivity and trust are all tied up over here, and there's no reason to start a new start elsewhere unless you're committing a crime.

Of course, if you are born a real exhaust expert, you can eat and live wherever you want.

"A quasi-prisoner can be trusted wherever he goes. It's not like an adventurer."

"I see... But it would be a pity if the Babarians disappeared."

"What...! You son of a bitch!"

"Isn't there anyone who will buy me a drink?"

"Uh-huh. This."

If you go to the capital or work, there are a lot of things to come, whether it's Istanbul or Krasdheim. One day it will be overflowing.

Anyway, as the liquor continues to enter, soon after, the drunken Copson roars like a roar.

"Then let's go to the gambling parlour!!!"

"What the fuck? Didn't you cut it off?"

"No, that's it! The new girl dealer is very beautiful. Something! So I'm just shining my face again for a second!"

A girl dealer?

"Come with me, Barbarian! Now that you've bought me a drink, I'll treat you to dinner today! It's the anniversary of being a priest!!"

"Are you crazy?"

The screaming Copson stood up in a crowd and said he was going to the gambling parlour. This son of a bitch definitely looks rich enough to freeze up after going to the pickup.

You can't leave it like that.

"Where's the fucking gambler?"

"The Barbarians, too! That makes sense!"

That's how I went to gambling with Copson. I'm not interested in gambling, but Copson couldn't make it to this damn float.

The gambling parlour was a little far away.

It was a nice building, and there were a lot of people around. Those bastards who only think of spending money in winter. No. Are you guys thinking about bees?

Whatever it is, they're both assholes.

Copson skilfully entered the building.

"Oh, Mr. Copson, are you here?"

"I'm here! Miss Rosina! How are you?"

As soon as I got in, the woman in the bone-in dress warmly greeted Copson. Is she the new dealer?

It wasn't a beauty that caught my eye.

Your eyes are getting too high.

"Ho-ho, it's always me. But who's next?"

"A barbarian from the land of the savages! He's my best friend!"

But Copson seems to be drenched. He introduced me vigorously with a drunkard-specific tension.

"Oh, you look strong."

I simply saluted and followed Copson. He naturally sits in a position where the dice gamble is a spear.

"Copson's here!"

"I'm drunk today!"

"Hahaha! Where's the lunatic who comes to the gambling parlour drinking!"

Then the gamblers around him smiled and greeted him.

"Nice to meet you, guys!"

Copson also greeted me with a smile.

What the hell is he doing here? People say hello. Honestly, it was scary.

"Bavarian Sheck! Look! You look very lucky today! I'll show you how to earn money!"

I didn't even know what I was looking at, and I didn't even know why I was lucky there. It must have been true that gamblers see their own twisted reality and make their own fortunes.

"Please, I hope so, cheeky."

I decided to stand behind him and watch his end.

The gamblers who used to send a favorable gaze to Copson blew me off. Alert? Dealers have similar eyes.

Of course, I ignored it because I didn't have much to care about.

I don't want to do it in the first place, and I'm just going to take a quick look.

"Dealer! Let's go!"

"Very well, Mr. Copson."

The male dealer took out the dice and cups in a very respectful manner and placed them on the plate.

"Look, Barbarian! I'll let you know the rules! Here's the dice. If you bet money, pair it up with Hall, you'll get double the money!"

"Oh, really?"

Copson explained to me as if he was going to tell me a huge secret.

Somehow his eyes seemed to be sensitive to firearms.

"But the peculiar thing is that if you get 5, it's ridiculous, and if you get 6, you have to do it again. In other words, the hole is 1,3 pairs and the battle is 2,4."

What is this, five or six?

Dice gambling was the same everywhere in the world. Anyway, Copson immediately bounced one silver coin with his finger and handed it to the dealer.

"One silver odd bet!"

Then he shouted confidently.

"Yes! Get 1 Silver, Odd! Dice in!"

The dealer immediately puts the dice in the cup, shakes like crazy and bangs on the floor! After taking the shot, I started turning the cup like I was turning some mixer. - Bloop! You can hear the dice rolling fiercely from inside.

"Open it!"

So Copson shouts, the dealer opens the cup.

"5! Ugh!"

"Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!"

I don't want a 5 as a rule. Copson screams after losing one silver in just 20 seconds.

This is not crazy.

"Squeeze, even! Even this time!"

When he wakes up, he pulls out another silver coin and shouts. The same procedure was repeated, said the dealer who opened the cup.

"6! Again!"

It's 6 again.

"Again... even this time."

At some point, Copson, who became such a serious face as the Nine Circles Great Wizard, boldly declared.

"One! Hall!"

Of course it was a dick.

"Juwaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!"

It's like a demon worshiper's scream.

Several gambles followed, and Copson lost 10 silver minutes less.

I couldn't see him anymore.

"Hey, hey, hey. Get the fuck home, man!"

"Babarian...! Don't you dare! Even with three silver stakes here!"

It was when the completely abandoned Copson made a three-silver bet.

"2! Even!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!"

"Here, six silver, Mr. Copson!"

"Ouch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Copson took six silver for the first time. He seemed very pleased.

But yes, this lunatic was already four silver pieces.

Such crazy gambling was repeated.

It was the part where I could understand why this son of a bitch always lost money on gambling.

"Don't you do Barbarian?"

So, her dealer came to see Copson. Besides, there are a lot of people watching.

Copson seemed to be the gambling court's mascot.

Well, reactions are good.

"Uh-huh, I don't care. Don't put too much wind on Copson. The son of a bitch is not gonna die."

"Ho-ho, I will. Mr. Copson, cheer up. You have to go home today."

"Absolutely, Miss Rosina!!!!"

Copson, who was told to be strong, immediately hung up on the silver and threw it away again. This son of a bitch darkened my eyes.

The female dealer was treating the entrant gamblers with care while pretending to know everything. This is why gamblers go crazy.

Griffith Copson lost one hour and repeatedly earned a total of minus 20 silver.

"Arghhhh!!!!!!!! I lost it, Civaaaaal!!!!!!!"

"You can't do this."

I immediately raised the copson and put it on my shoulder. It was fun to watch a friend fall, but it was a bad idea.

"Dealer! Stop it! I'm taking Copson with me!"

Then, he tried to stop me as if he wasn't a dealer.

"Cows, guests. Gambling is the freedom of individuals everywhere..."

How dare you?

"Copson told me he couldn't!! Or did Copson have any trauma on him?"

"Well, not that..."

"Then I'll get out. Get out of the way."

"..."

The road was opened because I had to communicate once. I caught Valverdung Copson and got out of the gambling field.

"Bavarian...!!!! Now that the Hole Hole is out there, you'll earn 40 Silver if you pair 20 Silver!!!! Let go of this now!!!!"

"Uh-huh, fuck you, asshole. Come out of the hall again."

Then it's minus 40 silver, you bastard.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

- Like jingle bells announcing Christmas.

Copson's beady screams echoed across the street.

Well, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Anyway, I got excited and I threw him into the inn, and then I went home.

Time was surprisingly still morning.

* * *

It was time to gather information by entering the Adventurer Guild every morning for a few days.

- A red-headed nun appeared.

"Elise!!!!!!!"