Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

An ogre has appeared.

The guild has an emergency.

"Ogres are blocking the way?"

"Yes, you barbarian shek. Abnell Merchant Guild is chewing."

Copson, who was sitting on the right side, said calmly. While ripping off the jerky, it seemed like Hangar was telling a story that wasn't really a big deal. He inhaled the jerky followed by beer.

By the way, Abner's Merchant Guild is definitely not the name of the Merchant Guild I lost when I came to Istanbul.

You must have proposed to me, Scout.

It's the story of defeating a bandit on the way to Istanbul.

"AmChang? Are they all searched?"

"No, the eight wagons to Baron Dodens. But that would be a huge loss. More than twenty people have died."

"Dog, you scared the shit out of me. It's a complete death."

Twenty was a huge number.

I was terrified because I thought that if I followed the Merchant Guild at that time, I might also be killed by the Ogre Punch. I rubbed my forearm. Life history timing and lines were also of the utmost importance. I can't do a bodyguard. I won't even look ahead.

"That's why the guild was so noisy..."

The guild was more crowded than usual. The one who runs around, the one who makes a big noise. The fallen, and the decent. Seeing this vibrant at this hour, things just blew up.

"Ogre."

Ogre.

Ogres are really, really, really big, really powerful, destructive types of monsters.

They are very dangerous people. A massive mass and the muscular body that supports it. And like armor, to the vast fat that surrounds the body. They were born warriors and destructive addicts.

With such physical abilities, they reign and live as kings over the Angry monsters. NaturalBorn GGangpae bastards who were all suckers of what they didn't like. There's nothing left when they're angry. Where are the two bastards in the world who are going to get the muscle giants?

If you show up in a remote rural village once, the village will be completely fertile. Even if the village vigilantes pull together, a lot of young men die and fall.

He suddenly appeared on the road and jumped, so it was natural for people to get chewed up.

We need warriors who can at least use wizards or manas to deal with them, but the last time I saw them, there seemed to be no such thing as Abner's Merchant Guild. Even if I got it wrong, I got it wrong.

"Why would a bastard like that suddenly show up? I never heard of an ogre around here in the first place."

"Do we know what monsters think? Well, maybe you came down from the mountain looking for your mom. Barbarian, think like a monster. It would be helpful to guess who you were living in the wild."

"I have no idea."

However, such powerful large monsters do not appear near the city where people live when they get dizzy. I don't like being stuck in deep mountains or in the woods, trying to create useless conflicts with humans. I know that if you kill a lot of people, the Punitive Force will come.

Is there something special about it? I don't know.

I'm not a monster ecologist.

The source of the knowledge I know is the book I borrowed from the library every time I went to school, but it's from the rumors of adventurers everywhere.

"Anyway, Abnell Merchant and Isvant Lord. And all the way to the Adventurer Guild. The amount is devastating... Of course, the adventurers nearby will be crowded. So what do you think? Won't you come with me?"

Copson offered to join the Punitive Force. I shake my head.

"You son of a bitch. Stop drinking beer. Are you drunk already?"

"How drunk can you be?"

What the hell are we catching, you lunatic? The strongest monster I've ever seen was Cockatrice, but for an ogre, that chick's head is just an instant snack that can be eaten lightly after meals.

Copson sipped the beer again. I handed him a gulp and took a glass at the table with a loud voice.

"Any Babylonian is a corpse or a race, if you subtract courage. Fight an enemy stronger than yourself, isn't that your faith?"

"I don't know where I went to listen to my wife, but I have no religion, and it's all prejudiced that the Barbarians are brave. And you keep calling me Barbarian? You pimple bastards."

I pointed out Copson's skin.

"No, why do you keep trying to subtract? Can I come with you? One silver base salary is required to join the Punitive Force. No 2 Silver will be awarded upon successful subjugation. This is a rare opportunity. And what? Acne?"

"Yes, you pimple. Make money and give it to your skin."

"Hahaha. Damn it."

An awkwardly smiling Copson looks at his face with his fingers. It gets worse because I keep touching it with my bare hands like that. I did not necessarily point that out.

"... there are already dozens of prospects for the Punitive Force. No matter how many you come, you will never survive against that number. How many people are going to die, but are we going to die? There are as few risks as there are people."

Certainly, no matter how powerful my monster was, when people attacked like a pack of dogs, I could never survive. Humans were like that. Well, humans are ants when they're infested with insects. Even dogfish predators are like that, stamped in overwhelming numbers and pressed to eat.

After listening to him, I began to be somewhat persuasive. The base salary will pay you a success allowance when you defeat one silver.. There will be more adventurers gathering, so the risk will be reduced.

It was a bitter story.

"And this is a secret..."

"Secret?"

Copson whispered in his face.

"Yes, don't be alarmed. Listen carefully. I heard that the Isvant Youngster is in charge of this Ogre Subjugation."

"Isvant Youth"? Who is that? "

"I speak of the daughter of the lord, you barbarian sheik. Don't you know that?"

"No, damn it, I know that."

I've never seen the face of a man called the lord, but I can't tell. I was most amazed to hear where this son of a bitch really went to pick this up. It's because he's a son of a bitch who shoots everywhere. Wide feet, good information. Wonderful bastard.

"Adventurers always come out when it comes to the strongest of the city, don't they?"

"What's the strongest? Are you a virgin?"

It was also the first time that adventurers had a culture that talked about the city's strongest. Are these bastards talking about that except for me? I don't have too many friends, do I?

"Yes, since I was a kid, I've been practicing manatee and great swordsmanship. He says he's very strong. With someone like that, the risk will be reduced even more. And above all..."

After a short pause, Copson said as if dreaming.

"She was so beautiful."

"That's what this motherfucker was after."

"I don't want to see your face."

Old Man Copson) I like that.

"Break the dream. Your skin is dead. I can't wake up."

"No, do you know what kind of romance I'm expecting? I just want to see your face. It's just a rumor. I've never actually seen it."

"Why? If you're so pretty, why don't you go again and say your voice?"

"When did I say I had a voice?"

You always do, motherfucker.

Copson, who said so, suddenly stares at me in the back of the well.

And he asked me carefully.

"By the way... who is he standing behind you?"

"What?"

Claudie, who was quietly listening to Copson's conversation, came out of behind me and laid her hands on my head. Then I started to stroke. Copson stares at me with a face that looks like what the hell is going on.

"Ah, Claudie?"

"Claudie? Is that her name?"

Copson was amazed. Claudie then greeted him.

"Hi? I'm Claudie."

"Ah, ah. Yes, yes. Nice to meet you. This is Copson."

"Keep your voice down, you son of a bitch."

"No, when do I hear another voice..."

I just put it back on, man. He said again as he inquired.

"So what's the relationship between the two of you?"

It's between me and Claudie. I snapped my neck and looked up at Claudie. Claudie was also looking down at me. That alone made me feel better. I said with a smile.

"Beloved lover relationship."

"What!"

Copson was astonished.

Actually, I'm a fucking surprise, too. I never thought a hyper-fucker like me would go out with a perfect woman like Claudie. I couldn't even imagine, but this was the truth. Satisfaction and superiority rose from the depths of my heart.

I spread my shoulders like a pregnant woman, showing off my masculinity to Copson. It's like a duck with a wide tail feather.

"I can't believe it."

"I don't believe in anything, man."

"This Barbarian has a girlfriend like this...?"

Claudie, who was touching my head, said.

"Hm-hmm. Cat's a great guy."

"Uh-huh... Claudie, you're the prettiest, too."

"Hehe. Thank you."

"I appreciate it more. Ow, that's ticklish."

"Here, do you like it here?"

"Argh! Oh, wait!"

I hooked up with Claudie.

"This is unbelievable."

Copson drops the jerky.

"Uh-huh... You should go out with your girlfriend."

"..."

Ogre than that. Having listened to Copson, I became interested in him. I've never actually seen an ogre. But if Claudie was of unknown age, I would have seen her a few times in my life.

"More than that, Claudie. Have you ever seen an ogre?"

"If you're a Desert Ogre, I've caught a few."

"What's Desert Ogre again?"

Is that a pallet swap, too?

"Well... monsters in the desert? They're big, they're fast. I've been hunting a lot since I raided Oasis."

"You've hunted a lot? What about them?"

In response to my question, Claudie simply said that it tells me how to trim some carrots.

"Well. It's not that hard. Shoot your bow and draw your gaze, and you'll cut off your ankle. And if you stick a spear in the carotid artery of the fallen one, it's over."

"Oh, my God."

What the hell are his levels?

I can't feel it.

"Cat, I think I'm okay. I want to see the ogre who lives here. I'll protect you. Let's go. Huh?"

"No, until I protect you... I want to protect you on the contrary, but that would be a bit harsh. Anyway, if Claudie says so, she should."

"Wow, thank you."

It seems to be decided by the feeling of walking out of the neighbourhood.If there are a lot of people and if you go to Claudine to see what Duke Isvant's love is, I want to know if it will be a quest of a level playing field in its own right when I see it all again.

Above all, one of these is how you build up your performance. Let's take a class D shot. Starting in Class D, I also make a deposit box in the guild. There are a few benefits when the rank goes up.

Class F has no benefits and doesn't even care about the guild, whereas Class E has a slight guarantee of rights, and from Class D credit has been accumulated, making it a key member of the genuine Adventurer Guild, ensuring the corresponding benefits.

It usually takes a few years to go up from F to E, and it also takes a while to get back to D.

"Hey, Copson. Decided. Let's go."

"..."

"Let's go?"

"Oh, shit. Then let's go apply to join the Punitive Force."

Then we applied to join the Punitive Force. It was almost the same atmosphere as if I had picked it from class E or higher. The winner announcement was made this afternoon, so we have a little time left.

"Well, Copson, I'll see you at night. Farewell."

I waved my hand at Copson.

And I grabbed Claudie's hand with it.

"Claudie, do you want anything to eat?"

"What do you want to eat?"

"No, no, not like that. Let's eat."

"Huhu, what were you thinking?"

Oh, my chest tickles.

So Claudie and I wandered around the city.

I think that men and women should not just have sex but also have a normal date.