Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

It has been three days since the map established the definition of this world.

Me and Elise have driven out the evil creatures with all their might and saved the poor who fell into the pit, but the world seems to have not changed so much. However, I believe our noble sacrifices would never have been in vain, and I stopped by the guild today to ask for work.

"Hey, Barbarian Shack! It's been a long time!"

Copson, who was inside, looked at me and shook his hand with a bright smile. What a delicate bastard. How long have you been watching?

I felt so freaked out that I couldn't see my hair any better.

"Yeah. It's been a long time."

"What have you been doing?"

"Well, I did a good job."

"Who else did you kill!"

"No, chew."

I swayed my back excitedly for three days, went out together, went shopping, and met Elise once and ate. I think I just spent three days with women.

How many times?

Countless.

Elise has not yet returned to the church. I asked him if he had a little more to clean up. Well, it's a good thing for me. It's a shame we broke up.

He went to the Bronze Society Church for postmortem treatment and reported that there was a cave where the corpses of giants and pagans were being dug. The minister who gave me the Superior Holy Water last time promised to give me an example after the investigation.

Good things happen when you do good things.

Anyway, I didn't have to explain this to Copson, so I just handed it over.

"What, are you busy? I haven't had breakfast. Should we go eat?"

"Well, I didn't eat anything. Let's go eat."

"Let's do it."

I went into a restaurant nearby with Copson.

What about the menu? You need to eat something good with Copson. A breakfast menu with hard bread in a stew with cheap meats is enough to solve the pinny problem simply.

I do that sort of thing, and I sit down, and I put Copson and Nogary on the table.

Copson bragged and asked me how I could finally meet a woman. Once he answers to fix the spatula, he starts to get angry.

I kept talking in that atmosphere, and Copson thought of something.

"Ah, Barbarian. Do you remember the last time Baron Dodens told you there was a swarm of hostiles boiling?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was more than that. What kind of a bunch of robbers do you serve?"

Looks like we had a drink last time.

Some of them.

"Vishin Ezathra."

"Yes, I did. But that's why."

Stu came out.

Copson, who grabbed the loaf rightly, drenched it in the stew, then happily put it in his mouth and chewed the well.

I'm impressed with the way the spatula moves up and down.

"I hear Baron Doden's army has fallen."

"That's far-fetched bullshit."

I almost blew out the bread I chewed.

The Baron's army, which also gave Orcs Moral bread, lost to the robbers?

"It's just a story I heard. I hear... yes. It's an ominous rumor.Do you know what Ezath is?"

"It's a secret."

"Exactly the god of adversaries. A demon worshipped by those who enjoy murder and plunder. I'm sure most kingdoms are dealing with heresy."

Cobson said with a serious face.

Whatever the baron's army was, it was surprising that a professional murder organization called the army lost to a midday robbery.

What, emperor?

"The chieftain of those adversaries is in the apostolate of Ezath. I don't know if it's because the Baron shamed them or because he was careless, but anyway, the army has fallen and the non-adversaries have occupied a town called Yertak near the Baron."

Copson, who ordered the new beer, drank it in half at once.

"Is the chief's name a trumpet?"

"Longbow? I don't know."

I don't think so.

The pacifists are like innocents.

Taken together, it sounds like the leader of a gang of robbers who are the apostles of the evil god has destroyed the subjugator and taken over the town unauthorized.

The occupied town... I've decided not to think about what the hell will happen. There was no mercy for these brutal world robbers. If you refuse and slaughter, it would be rather a 'good thing'.

Maybe something worse happened.

"What, but are the bandits so strong? No matter how vigilant, it would be the army. They're not even at war once or twice. There's no reason to lose."

That was extremely doubtful.

Of course, it's not an army of plutocrats, it's a gathering of a lot of morons, but... huh? Oh, I think I might lose.

The army is almost a bunch of assholes.

An Orc can be defeated by someone with similar intelligence.

- Taaah!

Copson pushes down the bread strongly with a fork.

It was like a gesture that implied something.

"You must have received Ezath's blessing. Some say that each of the adversaries has considerable power. Their leader is no longer an apostle... he has become a total tyrant of pagans."

"That's fucking scary. Aren't we fucked here, too?"

"Uh-huh, that can't be."

I also drank beer.

It's a story that cools down.

Claudie will love it, but if there's a war, she has to go to another city. War is too dangerous. I was so violent that I hated war that I worked so hard in the Internet inversionist community.

I know the dangers very well.

Hitler... Stalin... imperialism to fascism...

It's just horrible to put it in your mouth.

- War is an absolute sin.

"There is already a rumor that the churches around here are gathering the warriors, and Lord Isvant and Lord Krashheim are also sending reinforcements. Even the Horse Towers must intervene... Barbarian. Where does it smell? It smells of money. This is an opportunity."

Copson started smelling money without even knowing the subject.

"No, Samgya. The army is screwed and the adventurer Naburang is punishing you for something."

"Uh-huh, you don't know what. Baron Doddens is defeated, not us. The armies of the Holy Army and the lords. And if all the mercenaries and adventurers around here were going, they wouldn't be enemies of Ezra or anything."

"An unfounded confident teenager."

"Well, I'm sure it's dangerous, but isn't there a reward? No matter how strong you are, you can't use your head. It's very unfounded."

As he said, it was true that in history, there were not one or two fucked-up armies that believed only in the number of heads.

Apart from that, I think there will be a lot of money rolling in if a punitive force is organized that big.

Well, we should talk to Claudie.

It's a little harsh to hear Copson say that.

If a large subjugation force is organized, it would not be bad to join it. Because if this happens because of the nature of the people in the world who are crazy about money, they won't run off the water.

The power of capital is more than imagined.

A world-class joke tells me that a dragon situated in the hinterland will be caught the next day.

I got up after eating all the stew.

"Huff. You ate well. What, are you going to gamble with me if you don't have anything to do?"

"Then I lose, you gambler."

"There's a lot to talk about."

"Uh-huh... who's a murderer?"

"It's hard to deny it. So are you going?"

"I'm not going."

"Oh, why not? If you lose money, you need someone to beat you up."

"Crazy."

"Well, goodbye. See you next time."

"Yes."

I broke up with Copson that way.

You gambler.

I had a strong expectation that there would be blood for that one time. There won't be any hobo as easy to cook as a woman hungry adventurer for gambling addiction.

"Oh, Shiva. I'm full."

.. Ezath, god of the enemies.

I am not interested

Well, if anything happens with that, you'll naturally know.

Let's let Elixir know on the way back.

That was when I was heading to Elizene's place.

- Tak-tak-tak!

The sound of footsteps coming in.

It was not uncommon for anyone to run around the streets, but people should always be careful. Could that be a pickpocket? I didn't want to cause an emergency, so I looked back while sticking to the wall.

"There! Inspector! Stop!"

"Hmm?"

Looking back, there was a blonde woman running. She shook at me and cried out in a loud voice.

Who is it?

Something impressive remains to be remembered

Blonde hair with plenty of back hair.

The forehead was cut off and felt firm. His eyes were blue and his chest was barely visible. Empty? Are there no breasts? The clothes she was wearing were white tapestries that looked like Chipao.

Slaughter.

White chiffon with gold embroidery.

Below was a healthy-looking thigh and a white longboot that seemed to fit snugly.

Something... something... is about to come to mind!

"Musketeer!"

I pulled out the knife screaming in a seizure!

That prick who fucked me!

Is it revenge for what happened then?

"You bitch! Are you here for revenge!"

Immediately, he was in a combat position, spreading the murderous herbs of the chief swordsman. In a sudden uproar, the marchers who were walking around fled and stood alone with the moonshine on the street.

"Haa... Haa... I finally found it, you barbarian!"

She speaks with a harsh breath, whether she did a sprint or not.

"Who are you!"

"Well, what! Are you forgetting me?"

"Yes! Who are you!"

I appropriately robbed Agari and caught the timing of the raid.

By the time I came to avenge the pregnancy, I must have come to see the end or to make a private decision. He was already chewy enough for me once, but he was a tricky opponent because he was very good at kicking.

Are we going to fight?

"My name is Mariel! Didn't you say Mutu was the guild's underdog last time!"

That's the name.

Mariel starts to brag as she shouts aloud. Lots of back hair compared to the head of the day. It was like a lion.

The thighs were horseshit.

"Are those thighs handed over? You cowardly bitch!"

"Huff, thigh... Huff, don't bullshit, just tell me your name!"

My name...!

"The existence of an exorcism."

If so, it is important to inform cognitive correction.

I said heavily while being as murderous as I could with a sword.

"A thousand horses."

The name was very heavy.

The name of a thousand horses.

It is never light.

"I am every thousand."

At the same time, it releases resistance. Mariel also recalled my name with a serious expression, whether it was overwhelming or not.

"Yes... is it called a thousand horses?"

She stood right there as if she had regained her peace.

What is it?

Aren't you going to raid?

"Thousand Horses, I've come to ask you for a duel."

Then he said to me in a stubborn manner.

"What? A duel?"

"I didn't get a good fight back then. Is he unmanned, too? I've been looking for you for the past few days to make the right fight and cover up my mistakes."

It seemed like he was looking for me because of the bursting of sores at the time.

No, this son of a bitch?

"No, if you lose, you have to admit it. What kind of battles do you want from me? That's when I kicked your ass."

If the memory is not wrong, I remember being thrown into the gutter without even resisting my contemporary jurisprudence.

"No! Not at all!"

"Ha. How ugly is that? Get out of my way. I'm fucking busy."

I am not interested in weak opponents.

I hold my nose and shake my hand.

"Lost, no wonder!"

"Get the fuck out of here, you little fucker. Goblin Gulf bastards."

"Such an insult...!"

Marielle, whose face is completely flushed, screams out in a seizure.

"Are you going to avoid the battle?! Coward! Barbarian!"

"... what?"

I won the battle.

Dodge?

"A thousand horses."

I felt like something in my head was going to break.

Taboo is bigger than calling me barbarian.

"Never dodge a fight."

"..."

Clears the mind of playfulness

A thousand horses should not be light.

He looks at the challenger in front of his eyes with a serious mind.

"I will make you regret making fun of Agari. Come on."

"... <UNK>."

Will you tighten it a little?

Dickback is a dickback.

Marielle, who danced for a while, continued.

"I'll make terms before then."

"Condition?"