Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Oh, oh!! Good quality leather!!"

The first floor bar in the inn building was occupied by merchants from outside and their bodyguards. The only thing that came up was simple murder robbers, who were presumably actually earning extra money on a similar trip.

Of course, this is in the middle of the city, so that's not going to happen. As soon as I came in with Aulbear's leather, I woke up and gave them hospitality.

"Yeah, it's less than half a day's worth of fresh stuff. And I have a heart, a gallbladder, claws and beaks. Interested?"

"Absolutely!"

Six merchants have begun to examine the pieces of the decommissioned Aulbear that surround us. One by one, they were greatly delighted with the observations they had made.

Hearing the story, the supply of leather is not easy.

Although there was a feeling of buying extra leather materials almost incidentally, there was no need to worry about money as the price negotiations themselves were entrusted to Winia.

Winia shared a few words with the merchants and eventually decided to see a deal for 30 silver.

I handed the goods to the delightful merchants and took the money outside. Thirty silver.That's a lot of money. I felt like my eyes were about to go back.

This is why adventurer babies are trying to risk their lives. If you have money, let's sell it in many ways. It's good to fix it.

"What's so valuable? It's fucking expensive."

I asked Winia, who was trembling.

"If you take it to the king, you can leave it bigger. What a fashionable thing... I just made a modest compromise and sold it for 30 silver."

"Shit, it's more expensive here?"

They say it's fashionable for the nobles, but it's definitely harder to sprinkle a lot of money than one. Royalty.. There is also a long way to go, so it will add a lot to the price.

Why, even on Earth, there was a time when peppers were worth more than gold of the same weight.

It's the times and identities that make people with money kick their asses. And it was a common phenomenon that took on a different dimension.

Let's just be thankful for seeing the benefits of reflexes.

"Oh, and the gallbladder was a little expensive. I tried to feed the nigger if it wasn't sold."

"The gallbladder? Why?"

"Good for a nigger's cock."

Wienia smiled as she stroked my groin.

No, this desirable nun.

I think that gallbladder is good for your vitality. There was no other item sold as well as the original potion.

But to me, there is no need for that.

I'm not a man with a head down.

"I don't think that's enough."

"Cook, yes. So, nigga, do you want me to use my strength today?"

Winia, who grabbed my hand, seduced me with a loud voice as she came to explicitly make demands. Of course, Jong-ma Gimcott will respond to your demands at any time.

"Don't you like it too much?"

"What, do you have a complaint?"

"No, it's good!"

I took a step towards the listing.

I wonder if it's because I walked into a warm inn for a while and my whole body was caught in the cold. I want to go back and wash quickly and get into the blanket.

"Well, I wonder what happens when you give a nigger a sedative."

Why do you keep trying to feed me that?

"Hahaha. How much more can I skip?"

"You and I can't handle it. I'm not gonna wear a hat until that year."

"Cat? Should we try it next time?"

Claudie, with her eyes open, whispered to me.

I don't think that's enough.

"Then I die."

"Thumb up."

After returning to the property, I packed and packed the meat as usual and kept it in the snow-covered porch. Next time you go outside the gate and grill it.

"Cat, I'm cold."

"Nigga, me too."

"Are you coming?"

Despite Winia bathing in magically hot water, she hugs the cold-complaining women. I was able to sleep only after satisfying and rebuilding both women to the limit.

It's warm this winter.

* * * *

The long winter was over.

The white snow that covered the mountains melted as quickly as it had never been before, and the snow melted and the soaked ground began to be painted green with freshness.

It is.

Spring is here.

"Spring is here."

Spring is the season of true strong men.

At the end of the harsh season, when the cold death was prevalent, a warm day of foot-heavy life comes. What it suggests is just a cocky hope, but if you dig into its essence, it sounds like spring is the only thing that survivors can receive after a hellish trial.

All those who were conceived would be frozen or imprisoned somewhere in the Sulpice Mountains to finish their lives. Thus spring is the season of the mighty. It's a season of violence.

The season when humans become cruel at their peak.

"Overwhelming power."

It is invigorated by the scent of a dark spring.

During the winter, the hunt was satisfactory, so he kept his fortune, and he went to the inspector's guild to polish the killers without being lazy even when there was no hunt.

Of course, I didn't forget my fitness training either.

At New Year's Eve, it's not just age.

It was assumed that the combat force would also have risen, not by eating life as it did last year, but by having time to refurbish in great conditions.

The more years I build up in this world, the more I adapt and change fatally.

"I'm half fifty now, too."

"That's half a nigger?"

When the day warmed up, Winia regained her usual integrity. Upon waking up earlier than Claudie, she was quietly sunny in the morning and was reading a magic book as she drank tea.

"Yes."

"You're fucking old."

"Hey, you bitch?"

But I don't know my exact age. It's like twenty-five or twenty-six... but this isn't the point.

"Hey, Winia. Thinking about it, aren't you just twenty-one?"

"Well, yes. But that's why."

"No, think sensibly. Does it make sense to say that to the West that you're so young as I am?"

Fusion was extremely incorrect from a pagan point of view. Winia's attitude towards me is clearly absurd. You call me nigger than I am?

The New Year is an important period underpinning a year.

Let's make things right.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

"Of course not! I just handed it over in the meantime, but I can't! Call me brother now!"

I have the right to be called a brother to Winia. It's time to stop calling me nigger and be born a real brother.

"You want to be called a nigger brother to me?"

"Of course! It's my dream!"

"Haah."

- Jaw.

Winia, who covered the book, approached me.

"That's why you're yelling at me."

"It's just asserting a right of course."

Winia is currently wearing only a large white t-shirt in black underwear. Quite a good combination. It was great to see the T-shirt floating down to the thighs because of the heavy rainfall.

"Nigga."

"Why."

"Call me brother?"

"Please! Please call me!"

I begged for it. I wanted to hear my brother's voice from Winia because it was good for me once. He was a nigger from start to finish. He never called me that.

I brought my ear to her mouth in the sense of asking her to call me right away. Just a moment.

"Brother."

Winia said in a quiet tone.

At the same time, cheers burst.

"Kieheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!"

I only heard two letters, and I felt the inhuman liquid that gives me tremendous pleasure flowing into my ears. I immediately hugged Winia, who was dramatically excited.

"Wow, I really like it."

Unlike her, as ridiculous as I said, I was very happy.

"I love you!!! Winia!!!

"That's right. You like it because you call me brother?"

"Huge! Keep doing that!"

I heard that one time, and I had a serious erection. Sexual desire boiled up all over my body. Is this the power of spring? The title is also the most important law in human relations.

"Fuck you. A nigger is a nigger forever. Cook."

But the answer I heard was enough to cool my heart.

"Shit."

Winia pushes me out like a nuisance and sits back in the chair and opens the book. Certainly there seems to have been considerable progress in ice magic training.

My heart is freezing.

"Cat?"

"Ah, Claudie."

Claudie, who woke up rubbing her eyes, called out my name.

"Do you want to be called a brother? Huhu, come here."

"Oh, no."

It's not like you're called a brother to Mama.

Still, I crawled to Claudie's side of the bed.

Let me go next door, she says.

"Brother?"

"Ah."

Bitter.

This is as good as this. Having already been unable to suppress sexual desire, I grabbed the mood by rubbing Claudie's penis.

"But how old is your sister? You still don't know that."

Winia, who turned her head towards us, was just about to kiss. Static in moments. Claudie, mentioned in her age, immediately froze and widened her eyes.

"..."

"Sister? How old are you?"

I came to the bed and laughed at Winia as if she was really curious. Claudie's age.. Realm I don't even know..!

"What? Why don't you answer."

"Winia?"

Claudie turns her head slowly and calls Winia. I immediately came down from the bed, sensing an uneasy atmosphere.

"Why? Oh, no way you're over 100 years old because of Elves? It's not that bad, is it?"

Whether his curiosity as a wizard was similar or not, Winia tried to dig up Claudie's secret by throwing up her own speculation.

"Winia? Let's be quiet for a second?"

Claudie spoke in a frightening tone, but Winia was still undetected by the crisis. Rather, she changed the target and asked me.

"Well, why. Nigga, how old are you?"

Claudie's age.

It is an unknown area that I don't even know.

Once I guessed, I thought there would be at least twice as many people as I did, but I wasn't trying to tell them, so I was off my nerves.

I don't tell you it's okay.

Shame on you.

Well, that's fine.

Elves are not the longevity type. So it is said that it can retain its natural beauty for hundreds of years. Claudie's age doesn't matter to me.

How about a little older than me?

Something so beautiful and compassionate.

Honestly, it's okay to be a thousand years old.

"I don't know."

"Huh? You don't know niggers? Why?"

"Claudie won't let me know."

I also want to find out how old I am by riding with Winia. Of course, as with all secrets, there will be sacrifices.

"No, I'm more curious. Sister? Huh? Uh, sister. What do you mean?"

Claudie, standing in bed, reaches out to Winia.

"Winia... didn't I tell you to be quiet?"

"Uh-huh? Argh!!"

Immediately a scream burst out, and Claudie turned to a sharp glance and looked at me.

"Cat."

"Ugh. Yes."

"You know what I'm trying to say?"

"Of course I know all about it."

Claudie, who emitted a beast's energy like that, overpowered me and began to ravage Winia.

"Hee, Hiyaaah!!!"

What the hell...

Winia, who was being ravaged, urgently called me.

"Cao, nigga! No, brother!!! Stop your sister!!!"

"Huuuuuuuuuu!!"

Brother!!

I found the courage to say that!

"Claudie!! Stop it!!"

After blowing my body like Viho, I stopped her by grasping Claudie's wrist trying to harm Winia. Perhaps the question of her age has angered her!

"Cat! Don't stop!"

"No! I need to know your age today!"

I cried out as if interrogating!

Good! This is your chance to find out!

"Claudie! I don't care about your age at all! Age doesn't matter at all! Because I love you!"

So I roared vigorously with my love, and Claudie's face ran dimly, and her ears began to burst like wings.

Those earrings...! That earring is definitely the key word!

"Huh, hmm? Car, Kat. Oh, so...!"

Winia, who escaped, rolled forward and hid behind the bed.

"Claudie! Tell me! How old are you!!!"

"Yes! I want you to tell me! I don't know what to hide when I'm old!"

I pulled Claudie towards me and shouted again.

Let's do it.

"Mo, I don't know! I don't want to tell you! So don't keep asking!"

"Hahaha!!!"

- Paang!

Claudie, who threw me to bed, screamed and went into the shower.

Oh, yeah.

Spring.