I Was Connected to Earth's Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]!

Chapter 9 – Give And Take

“You.”

The surviving man looked at me and furrowed his brow slightly. An unfamiliar man in unfamiliar clothes, with unfamiliar hair and an unfamiliar face shape. I know I look suspicious, but you can’t blame me for that.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll go away after a short rest.”

“I need your help.”

My voice was muffled by pain and suffering. The girl kept her face down as she clung to me.

Oh, she’s a noja loli. I’ve never seen one before. An out-of-place admiration flashed through my head and then disappeared.

To be honest, if she had the strength and stamina to do that kind of heavy lifting, I’d rather have her help me. But that’s not good. The dagger was blown away by the previous attack, and her arms and legs were limp as if she had been injured somewhere.

“I never thought there would be a fool in this country who would risk his life for a single dwarf.”

“That’s a terrible misunderstanding. I’m just a merchant here; I’m just resting for a while.”

I felt like a fool, but I bet on the slight possibility that the man might let me off the hook.

Now the wager is over. But then the man comes strolling towards me, daggers at the ready in both hands. The look on his face, full of murderous intent, indicates that I’ve lost the bet.

“It’s give and take.”

[T/n: He said it in English.]

I say to the girl, and she slowly raises her head at my voice.

Up close, her eyes and nose are well defined, and her face is not as young as I had expected. Her messy, curly hair was shiny and lustrous, and she looked young and well-bred.

I believe the word “dwarf” was used to describe her, so perhaps she is not just a little girl, despite her appearance, but a rather small-built race.

However, the puzzled look on her face suggests that she doesn’t understand the words I’m saying.

“Gib, what?”

“I’ll help you, but you have to help me. If that’s okay with you, I’ll give you a hand.”

“Alright.”

The deal is done.

But before we could do anything, the man had gathered up all his strength and started slashing. I took out the M1911 copy from my pocket, pointed it at him, and pulled the trigger.

There is a bang sound, and the man stops moving. The warhead is sucked into the center of his chest, spilling blood and flesh behind him. The man puts his hands on his chest, stares at me, and drops his weapons from his hands as if he were observing a strange phenomenon.

“What, fuuh.”

His voice is muffled, blood spurts from his mouth. His eyes turned upwards, and he fell on his back, motionless.

“Eh? What the hell was that?”

“Please, I can’t move right now. From here… I want to get out of this city, and if possible, out of this country. If you help me, I will tell you. Depending on the conditions, I can give it to you. It’s up to you.”

With only one round left, I put the M1911 copy on safety and put it back into storage. That’s when I lost consciousness.