"Hey, Copson. Hold this son of a bitch."
"Uh-huh, I see."
Copson grabbed him in the back of an extended chute. It was as if the rear alley architects caught one copper while hitting several others.
"Hey, social worker. Come to your senses.It's not like there's a star courtyard in a rat hole. If you listen to your mother, you'll get bread even if you go to bed."
The man, allegedly a sociopath, shook his head in tears. Copson began to give him something to comfort his English mother, but I didn't even know if it meant anything, but I didn't even know if the language worked.
I bent my back to match him and said,
"Brother, can you hear me?"
"..."
"I'm sorry I hit you. I had no choice... can't you hear this? Can you hear me, brother? You want to talk?"
I grabbed my chin and lifted it, and he looked at me with eagle-eyed eyes. It was an unpleasant gaze as if rotten tars were buzzing. I was afraid that there would be a curse in that Seasumman Snowflake. I shouted at him in awe.
"Don't... look at me like that!"
Lips are bare and skin is white as snow. His eyes were white and, above all, the evil tattoo on his face proved that he was a teenager. Even fuck, this son of a bitch was a smooth bald.
He was a writer involved in a hundred percent felony. I had to judge on behalf of this just world. I had the authority to do so.
"Ah, ah. Oh, follow me."
I pointed my mouth at him with my finger that didn't say elongation ah, ah. The street made a sound. Even though it was a primitive body language, I was going to try.
"Say anything."
"..."
But I didn't talk, so I grabbed both his ears. The ear looks unusually normal. I don't know anything else, but he was as handsome as an ear. The scream bursts out as if it were ripping out.
"Shah!!!! Daoc!! Daoc!!!"
"Fuckin 'Mur."
"Daoc! Daoc! GurDat!"
I said something, but I couldn't understand it. It was cheap to say that sincerity and sincerity worked. You cheeky bastards! A man could never fully convey his truth! That's why humanity can't be one!
"Doesn't that make any sense?"
There is only one common language in the world that I can understand.
I decided to ask the kids once.
"Hey, do any of you know what this son of a bitch is saying?"
I looked around and the power shook my head.
I didn't even know Murman, who was middle-aged, and Claudie said she didn't know either.
"Hmm, I see..."
Something in a different language or magical language. Or maybe it's an evil language. I wish there were wizards or priests, but they weren't here. Elise was desperate.
Even if I try to interrogate something, if it doesn't work, there's nothing I can find out.
At that time, Meria looked at the socialist's face and said,
"Isn't she pretending she doesn't understand?"
"Is that so?"
"I don't know."
We nodded because it was a very reasonable opinion. I was looking at the baldness of a socialist who bowed for a while, so I thought I might actually be doing it. It was common sense for criminals to be consistent, no matter what they asked.
I decided to try hard.
"Well, I guess I'll have to lose once."
I muttered quietly and convinced myself.
"Yes... if you hit me, the words might be twisted."
It used to be, so it was back home.
In an era of turbulent globalization, I've seen news of early English education from a young age to keep their children from lagging behind. Certainly, not knowing English in contemporary society has become a thunderstorm.
It was the news that I saw while eating, but I kept getting curious about how to teach English to those young people. Surprisingly, the education was a way of beating them to death with clubs until they woke up to English.
With the belief that a child who doesn't want to be beaten will naturally learn the truth of English.
The belief, like a kind of fanatical belief, reached the point of killing a child, and his mother became trapped in iron bars, but it is undeniable that English was such an important era that at least such educational laws were once explosively fashionable.
English was as heavy as life.
The parents had thinned out those who did not speak English.
When I think about it, I don't think it was the news that introduced children's bizarre English education laws, but it was the breaking news of the vicious parents who simply put their children to death by child abuse.
Anyway, recalling the lessons of that time, I decided to mobilize physical means to make the socialist talk out of it.
If I was unlucky, I might die like the tens of thousands of children who died learning English, but it seemed worth the challenge, just as the mothers who heard the clubs did.
"Copson, hold that son of a bitch tight. Let's get this magician Kim Kot to perform a magic show from now on."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm counting on it."
"Maria, come here, too. Claudie, do you want to do it?"
Claudie shakes her head and Meria approaches. It was she who brought up the story in the first place. Let's do it alone a little bit, so let's do it together.
"I don't think he understands what you're saying."
"You are, aren't you?"
"Then let me open my mouth."
"In what way?"
Meria smiles bitterly, throwing a shield at the floor and breaking her head left and right. Then I turned my shoulders and started loosening my fists. I stretched similarly, and said at the same time as her.
"Width."
"Power."
"You must be a Barbarian."
"You guys... will you just hurry up?"
Copson admired it, and Mr. Murman began to beg to go up with relief. But it was we who had already tasted the money. I don't know, but it was clear that the wands held by these socialists had a satisfactory value.
And even this bare robe could be peeled off and sold.
I stand in front of the socialists with Meria. After sensing an unusual energy, he slowly lifts his head and looks at us. Then he said as if he had warned him one last time.
"If you don't want to be bullied, say no."
"..."
"You son of a bitch... you have a good acting ability. You're still pretending you don't understand."
He pretended not to understand until the end. In an instant, my anger grew. Why don't you speak English? Why? I have to do this!!!! Argh!!!
"Copson! Hold on!"
In a furious state, I seize and punch into the socialist's abdomen. Whoops! Immediately I plunged my fist into the depths of his abdomen.
"- Pretty much!"
He starts to babble, screaming like a duck. But Copson was holding on to it, so he couldn't get out.
"Maria! You lose, too!"
"I see! You evil bastard!"
It's not new, but Taekwondo also has this punch technique. My brain physical, but the power of a punch fused with a Gauntlet was enough to crush the viscera with one blow.
- Bummer!
I stabbed a socialist in the abdomen without any pain.
"Speak! You bastard!"
My big, big, it came in and out, came and went, and ravaged his whistle. He kept making duck noises. I pretended to be speechless, and now I'm starting to imitate ducks.
Ignoring people is also a law of some degree.
"Evil pagans! Son of a bitch!"
Maria also knocks him with her gloved fist. It was a world where the general public hated evil beings because of the strong power of the Church. There was no mercy in that punch that sought to destroy evil. She is also a warrior.
"Get out of the way, I'll kick you!"
But he didn't answer, so I decided to kick like I kicked a sandbag. This Grib of the Salvation Congregation, which was given to Claudie at the last festival, was made of cast iron, which greatly increased my kicking power.
I kicked him with all my strength.
"Kick it back!"
- Cuckoo!
With the sound of a cooling blow, my neat kick went deep into the bosom of the socialist. Seeing his feet curled up, he felt like he had smashed about two hundred percent of the ribs.
- Kugung!
However, Copson hugs the socialist to see if it's too strong.
"Huff, huff! You hit me too hard, Barbarian!"
"Oops! Sorry! Are you all right?"
I raised my face and apologized to Frowny Copson. I quickly started grumbling and robbed him of his body. And with him I tried to rebuild society. I haven't finished my English education yet.
"Cat. He's dead."
Claudie, who was looking at the fallen socialist, said:
Die?
"It was a good hit. Looks like the crushed rib stabbed him in the heart. You better remember your senses."
"Lord, you're dead?"
"Yes."
"Argh!" Meria screams at the accident, and Copson shouts at me, who confirms her death with a socialist vein.
"No, Barbarian! What if I kill you!"
"Uh-huh?"
"You haven't figured it out yet! I'm not interrogating you, I'm killing you!"
"Oh, no!"
"Not what!"
"No! I, I'm all, just... just... speaking English..."
I also saw the body of a fallen socialist. He didn't even flutter with his eyes closed. No, I'm not sure I actually flipped it. He wasn't white in the first place.
"It's okay. He didn't talk in the first place. Then it's better to just kill. You're not gonna let him live in the yard where he killed one anyway, are you? Even if you hand it over to the church, it would be more convenient to hand it over to the church in many ways."
Claudie, who was in shock, said kindly to me.
As he said, he doesn't seem to be saying anything we can understand. I just wanted to eject violence because of the stress engulfed by the darkness of the waterway.
"So now you're going up? Or again on the fourth floor? I like it either way."
"Let's go up quickly. This quest ends here... so horrible!"
Claudie laughed and said, "Merman answered madly.
I saw Copson and Maria's face. Honestly, I don't know what's down there. However, when two social workers saw that they were holding Wand, it seemed clear that there would be a pile of money.
Isn't there something evil going on?
Then there may be sacrifices.
"Copson, what do you think? Are you satisfied with two Wands?"
"Hmm... I'm having a bit of trouble."
"Maria, what about you?"
"So do I... I wish I had a little more information."
"Hurry up! It's too dangerous over there! Don't you know what will happen!"
Only Murmans struggled with us. As an ordinary citizen, it is not surprising that this battle is overflowing. In fact, it's a little bit like dragging him along with us.
I tried to convince him in a calm tone of excitement.
"Mr. Murman, calm down. What if they're making 'undead' friends? Then the undead will reappear, and then it's clear that the patterns are going to penalize us in the guild."
You failed to handle a successful quest.
It hurts a little for me to be aiming for a D-rank adventurer right now.
By D-rank, the guild could literally get really good quests. This makes it easier to make money.
"Well, that's my responsibility! If you just go up there right now!"
"Hmm... I see..."
I opened my eyes and looked at him.
It was time to make a choice.
I don't know if I'm going to search the fourth floor of the waterway, or if I'm going to go up like this.