Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Suicide was very rapid and also daring.

"... fuck you."

Did you decide to bring the scripture while you let it go for a while?

Or from the beginning?

Since when have you been looking for a chance to commit suicide? And as if this trained move and courage... there can be no such thing as a highly trained special worker or a fanatic who prioritizes religion over his own life.

Surely what they believe in is hypothetical rapidity?

Was that just a disguise?

I couldn't handle myself because I couldn't use the heel.

No, even if the heel was available, the wound that completely severed the carotid artery is incurable in the field. Even if the Crusaders join forces, that's not possible.

- Quack.

The blood shed from the preacher's neck was already forming a small pool.

"..."

Burned the scriptures and committed suicide.

I got rid of all the evidence, you mean?

So you're gonna kill yourself?

What about the rest of us?

You left yourself alone because you're a bunch of shivers who don't know anything?

"You little fucker."

Renovated, motherfucker.

I couldn't figure out what was behind it.

Immortal madness to suicide...!

"I'm so scared...! My legs are shaking...!"

I'm so scared that my legs will tremble...! But at the same time, there is evidence that he burned the Scriptures and committed suicide.

"Huff...! Stan, preacher...! Preacher...!"

"Argh, argh...!"

"Argh..!"

Immediately, the men who had been swept away by my violence each led their own bloody bodies and crawled towards her corpse.

Except for the Commissioner.

- Ugh! Ugh!

- Ughh..!

- Ugh!

It was so spectacular.

Middle-aged men who were excellent members of this Orthodox party were truly grieving. This was a heartfelt tear that only those who lost their Savior could shed.

"These lunatics."

You were a bunch of dizzy, holly bastards.

Certainly the preacher was well equipped.

You're deluding this guy all the way to the border?

It would have been a talent, and it would have been a middleweight.

So you must have taken a bold stand.

What the hell for?

Maybe he committed suicide simply because he was afraid of being interrogated... This is not something I can think of.

"Urgh, urgh...!"

"Argh...!"

The men wept with their necks shut.

I didn't see any of those niggas who could commit suicide. Well, they must have just been possessed by preachers and offered up their money.

It's a special rape thing, too.

"Anyway, I should leave you guys alone."

- Bummer!

I reorganize the crying, shoot them in the corner, and then quickly climb up to find Hilde. I just need to speak up and get down to the site conservation.

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Afterwards, I asked Hilde to bring me a rope that would tie people together and my women, and I took full possession of the building's bungalow on the ground floor of Bernie Lane, and the chapel on the ground floor.

I rushed to the Cityguard building after asking her to protect the evidence and the scene with a brief description of the situation.

It's still before the sun comes up.

"It's Paladin! We need to send a letter urgently to the capital, is that possible!"

"Hush! Faladin!"

"I asked if it was possible!"

"Well, if you pay me, of course..."

"As soon as possible!!"

Citegard nods violently as he quickly pays the price for laughter and bribes.

"Early dawn! I'll send it as soon as the gate opens! Loyalty!"

"Thank you! It's so tempting! Get more of this!"

"Yetsu! Yuer Majesti!"

I wrote an urgent letter to the Saint.

- Urgent. We need wagons and troops to escort people to the temple.

Once I couldn't trust the Cityguard, I simply wrote down one line and sealed the letter. This is the first time I know that the Paladin Necklace can be used for sealing.

Anyway, no one yet knew that Commissioner Cityguard had dog cheeks. So it just popped out, and I could send a letter.

Once the letter arrives normally and the church's people arrive, the drunken women and all the men involved in the incident will be sent to the temple.

Interrogation there will end the situation.

I'll blow it all up.

There is no reason for women who are victims to lie to the Crusaders, nor will middle-aged men come out strong in the courtyard where they have lost preachers.

Then there's no problem.

Because I can't trust this city, I have no choice but to ask for reinforcements at the temple.

But will the letter go right?

I thought about it, but that's when you go and think about it. This is unavoidable at this stage.

"Fuck."

No matter how much evidence, it is impossible to beat and tie people up and arrest them. The Saint must have good reason to be convinced. Raise my hand.

I used interrogation and assault to do that, and I tried to get everything I could.

In the meantime, the preacher committed suicide.

It's a little twisted, but it's not a big deal. It's 90 out of 100. It is wrong to be a little cautious.

I don't know if you've ever imagined it.

Anyway, I came back to Bernie Lane right away.

"Cat, did you send a letter?"

"Uh, I'm going as fast as I can, but if you let me go, I'll be able to get back."

"Huhuhu, good work. You went out like it was nothing, and you solved it all?"

"Is that so?"

My women were gathered at the bar upstairs of the Orthodox Church.

Before I went to the Cityguard building, I briefly explained something else that Hilde would have explained.

"By the way, it's a distraction ritual... vulgar, really. I don't know what you're doing, One. That's a pagan."

"Sister? Aren't we the same?"

"Well, is that so...? Bird, I think so too..."

Liz twists her thighs as she blushes.

I explained it once again because I needed to explain it in detail.

"Hmm, Commissioner Cityguard is involved."

Karin, who heard the story, swept his lips.

"Did the pagan bitch down there mention the lord?"

"I don't know about that. He committed suicide before he found out. Anyway, the lord doesn't know, but there's a good chance this is rubbing with some of the city's elites. They were real. We have to wait for the Crusaders to stop us even if anyone comes here."

"Well, I should. But who's gonna break through here?"

"Uh-huh, so is that."

Even if the landlord comes, there's nothing we can do if we let him go.

I'll clean up the Karinuna Line when I get all the city troops.

"Nigga, what about the people down there?"

"Let's lock it down. Interrogate briefly before the paladins arrive, divide the compartments and accommodate. I have to buy and supply something like rice. There are bathrooms and toilets inside, so there's no problem."

We need to take care of those who have been detained underground until the Crusaders come.

Buy food, get drinking water and feed them. Fortunately, there are small bathrooms and toilets in the Orthodox Church, so there is no problem controlling them.

The problem is that drug-intoxicated women have to stay here, too.

When I wake up, I confirm the crying sea.

"Huhu, you're handling it pretty neatly. I've never seen you work in the field."

Risha smiles and sweeps my cheeks.

"But the fragrance that remains is quite unique."

"Unique? Oh, right."

Acoustics.

Apparently there were incense trails in every corner.

"There was a scent."

"I've got a little bit of what's left of it."

Can we call this income in its own way?

"Stay tuned."

"What the hell did you do?"

"Huhuhu.. Of course this is not it?"

Richa smiled and kissed my cheeks very gently. Oh, it seems that the acoustic fever is still a little bit in my body.

But what are you trying to do?

"Cat, should we wait here now?"

"I think I should."

Let's wait until the Crusaders come.

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I waited about three days for that.

In the meantime, I beat down uninvited guests who seemed to have come to check the condition of the basement and threw them underground several times. I spent time procuring food and drinking water.

Apart from the building officials, they came to us as the district chief, but they all surrendered to the word "Paladin."

I won it all in the first place.

After a few words of intimidation, all the angry ones are gone.

Women who woke up from the energy were quite confused about whether there were any side effects. I didn't speak very well. Still, I shed tears saying it was terrible pain.

"Argh...! Argh!"

"Argh!"

... it felt like their pain was transmitted.

But about half of them were still screaming at the preacher.

Even the sober women kept trying to masturbate.

Of course, I didn't have time to comfort or care.

I only explained the situation that the paladin would come with testimony.

Of course, the men who made the donation, the uninvited, and the two store managers were bound by rope and locked in the bathroom. I took good care of the evidence, and the preacher's body was appropriately retrieved and stored inside.

I've perfected my theorem.

"So Karinna?"

My women were coming to the basement bar alternately to spend time with me. I can't have it all here.

I still needed two wives to move along.

"I'll be back to find out for a second."

"Yes, yes. Welcome home."

"Goodbye, Cat!"

I greeted him so much.

As I looked around the side of the stall near the gate and asked for money, I was able to obtain information that a wagon from the church came in as soon as the gate opened today, and I sprayed Cooper and asked him to find a place where people from the church were staying.

So I found a wagon embossed in the bronze society and told the innkeeper to give me the news. Soon, a familiar young man appeared and greeted me.

"Par, Paladin!!!"

"Paladin!!!"

"Good to see you again!! Really!!! I'm impressed!!!"

No, they know beyond the familiar.

That too, young man.

"... Anderson? Harmatt? Wald?"

They were trainees I had coached at the training camp the other day, with their waist bent to 90 degrees, dressed very nicely in brass glossy Saint Angel armor.

"Are you guys here?"

Anderson, who had the best talent from the left, Harmatt, who used to ride, and finally, Wald, who used to run against the wall with a shout.

The average age is in its late teens, and the hair is roughly blonde.

When I spoke, they shook their heads and replied forcefully.

"Yes! Paladin! Immediately after graduation, he was assigned to the temple, and while he was being educated in his work, the Saint's orders fell!! I have orders to go to help Paladin!!"

"So!!! I jumped in a hurry to get my education!!!"

"Prepare the workers with the wagon!!"

Wow, you're wearing Saint's head.

"Wow."

Honestly, I couldn't control the paladins for a long time. I would have beaten all the pagans to death just by listening to the situation. Then it's a convoy and everything becomes impossible.

I was trying to be as persuasive as I could, and I wanted to be in control. In the worst case scenario, it was also envisaged that all men would die and only the women who were victims would be escorted.

But they can control it for sure.

"Oh, shit."

By the way.

"But this just broke up a few weeks ago with tears..."

"Shuffle.."

"Uuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Well, that's..."

The trainees who shouted with joy, no. Now they must be the new Crusaders. Anyway, they blushed their faces and avoided my gaze. In addition, I was quite embarrassed.

I broke up with that damn shaking, and I can't be ashamed to see you again.

"Anyway, good to see you again, my disciples!!! The most trusted disciples come when they need the most help!!!"

"Par, fala!! No, Master!!"

"It's an honor to see you again!!!"

"Argh...! Argh!"

I hugged them and shouted. The three of them were moved and shouted, and turned off and cried, expressing their emotions. That's why I need you to calm down for a second, Anderson asked.

"By the way, Paladin. What the hell is going on? I heard that Paladin was sent to investigate the pagans who were hiding in this city."

"That's what I mean."

I first led them to a slightly open park and then said,

"There's a pagan executive."

He explained that after brainwashing innocent women, making them cheap on drugs, and using them as entertainment for the Orthodox Party, he took away the city's maintenance and made a huge donation, which also embezzled the city's public funds.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

"Dejaaaaaaaaah!!!!"

"Miioooooooooo!!!!!"

My disciples, who heard the story, screamed as they grabbed my head and began to sprint in the park as they ran backward tumbling, tumbling, and inhuman jumping.

"Argh!!!"

"Crazy people!!"

"Please save me!!"

Surprised marchers dropped things.

"Egumonina!"

"What the hell!"

"Save me!"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

The ladies trembled as they smashed their asses. The boys, who were enjoying their snacks, burst into tears as they peed and accelerated the chaos of the space.

These bastards seem to have flashing armed assassins in their eyes and are in a state of frenzy.

- How!!! How did that happen?!!!!!!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

- Dejaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!

So my disciples' broad cries resounded in the city.

"What a fucking reaction."

This is also neat.

Anyway, I think I can finish the job today.

You can escort the men and women of the Orthodox Church to the temple. If they calm down, let's get started.

No, wait a minute.

By the way, they started doing their missions because they became paladins like this?

.. I thought that I could use my disciples well.