"Hahaha, you! If you rob someone else's wagon, you'll use it!"
"Damn it...! You must have been a merchant!"
"You're the one who robbed me. I've touched other people's things, and you don't have a conscience about wanting to die, do you?"
A brutally smiling merchant stabs a pagan forehead with a knife. Then a third eye appeared on the forehead of the pagan, and suddenly tears of blood gushed out.
"Huff!"
I was a monster...!
I was forced to swallow my breath in such a shocking sight. A third eye on your forehead, not a second eye? As the merchant continued to stab Cook, more blood was shed from his ominous eyes.
But why isn't anyone pointing it out?
"Khh, merchant. Hurry up and cook him as you please. I'd like to see your cooking skills!"
"Yes! Get your revenge! You gave us a good chance!"
The adventurers decided to give the merchants a chance to avenge themselves. Now it is entirely up to the merchant to kill that pagan.
"Hahaha! Thank you, adventurers. But should we take advantage of this opportunity alone? First, let's drop our weapons and beat them all to death with our bare hands!"
"Such a wise judgment!!"
"You really are a good trader!!!"
- Waaaaaah!!!
- Hail!!
Hail Merchant!!
Frenzied adventurers rinse their merchants of what is so happy. The merchant is happy too, so he laughs endlessly.
"Hahaha!"
The pagan who saw him drooling and sweating like a waterfall, as if he had come to the world of stars, which is said to exist in legend.
"Then I'll get started!"
"Ow!"
At the same time as the merchant's cry, the adventurers throw their weapons. It was like the most intuitive death sentence.
"Oh, no! Don't do this! I'm sorry!!!! Don't!!!!!!"
The pagan cried like a pig, but no one listened to his misfortune. Adventurers who have turned into Elizers have begun to inflict cruel lynches.
- Cuckoo!
- Paaaaaaaaah!
"Khhhhhhhh!!!"
The face of overwhelming violence.
A pagan with chewed limbs couldn't even do it.
"You son of a bitch! My brother went to sell wheat and got killed by a bunch of striped bandits! This is revenge!"
"My friend was snatched, too! Maybe the killer was a bandit!"
"Your man hit me in the head earlier! What are you going to do about the damages?!! It hurts!"
"Do you have a sister? Sister!"
"Repent with death! You pagan!!!"
No, it's Elise. You were doing it, too.
I don't know if the third eye that arose from the forehead of a pagan led them to madness. I went to the side of Winia, who was sitting, complaining of fatigue.
- Ouch!!!!
"Winia. How hard can it be?"
"Because I wrote a manna. I'm a little tired... Phew, those savage bastards."
"Uh-huh, I can't help it."
It was Winia who saw the scene of the assault with a tired expression.
"Nigga, you have to heal me when I get back."
"I'll heal you as much as I can."
I held hands with Winia and watched the adventurers defeat the pagans. The sound of breaking. The sound of breaking. The sound of smashing. Every time that sounds, the groaning screams only get smaller and smaller.
Of course, taking the lives of innocent people was the last of the bandits who had lived. That kind of violence is not violence.
I'm taking a short break, so the situation is over.
The pagan could not even find the shape.
"Now let's find the loot! He's inside the cave!"
"Good!!! Same division!!"
I think he assaulted her and even interrogated her. Adventurers enter the cave. I looked up there, and I woke up with the hands of Slowly Winia. Because I need to hear it too.
"I'll be back in a minute... no. It could be dangerous. Come with me. Stick to my back."
"Yes."
Elise approaches as she tries to go towards the cave with Winia. Elise, approaching, said in a calm tone.
"Saint. Well done. Even though he was only a pagan, subjugating the bandits was a clear good deed and service. I did a good job."
Seeing the sweat on his forehead, he seems to have done a very rewarding job.
"Yes, you did a really good job. Well done, Elise. By the way, I don't think they were all pagans. Only one was a pagan."
"Yes. I thought at the beginning that these bandits were a group of deserted pagans, but the truth was that only one pagan had united the bandits."
"I think we misunderstood."
This large-scale bandit murder was entirely the result of my misunderstanding with Elise.
At the time of the Temple, I thought a group of deserted pagans had formed a band of bandits, but the truth is that only one pagan was ruled by the chief.
"Hmph, but nothing has changed about doing something good, whether it's a misunderstanding or not."
"Hehe. I see. That's what I wanted to say. Misunderstandings can sometimes be good."
There was a good thing about this murderous misunderstanding. It was about a day when I could feel that lesson.
"There's no such thing as useless in the world! Come on, Elise! Divine Friends!"
"All right! I don't care if you make a big noise here, so do whatever you want!"
"Die-Bine!!!!!"
"Friend!!!!!"
"Are you insane?"
After creating an inhuman cross with Elise, he filled up his strength and joined the adventurers to carry the treasures that were piled up inside the cave.
Boxes and groceries like this. And there were a lot of drugstores and miscellaneous equipment. It was a matter of knowing how many wagons had been sacrificed in order to be called bandits' ships.
I think it's a good thing you're carrying this.
It's hard to move things like boxes or barrels.
"Oh Clothes! I got a cash box!"
"Really! Where! Where!"
"Hey! You have to share it all the same!"
"Hahaha! Of course!"
Then I moved all the treasure that was asleep in the cave outside.
Almost got a wagon. Just take it and sell it, and you'll get the price. The weapons and clothing that the bandits were carrying were dummy.
They say there's also a cash box.
Anyway, even though I did heavy labor to move my luggage, I didn't have much strength. It wasn't a violent battle. I didn't complain of fatigue because I used a little more strength.
I cannot draw my sincere heart to this extent.
"Now that I'm going to write down the books, please clear the heads of the bandits who killed them in order!"
In the words of the merchant, the adventurers cleared the bodies of the bandits they had killed and cut off the uncut heads and put them in their places. Of course, I didn't forget to take off my body clothes and make extra money.
The treasures taken out of the cave are distributed equally, but it is entirely up to him to come from the corpse of the bandit he killed.
"Hey, this is the one I killed."
"What? I killed him."
"Look at these knife marks. It fits my knife, doesn't it?"
"Hmm... I'm a little confused. It's like mine. Isn't it right next to mine that you killed?"
"Oh, I'm confused."
Of course, the adventurers had a bit of a disagreement because I killed this because it was a brawl in my own way, but no one was trying to fight because of a minor problem in the yard where they had already confirmed each other's skills.
I cut off the head of the bandits who decided to settle it nicely.
The merchant happily recorded and confirmed the number. Now if you go back, you'll get as much extra as you killed.
Even though the merchant spent quite a lot of money, he perfected his revenge and the adventurers made a lot of money. As a result, laughter blossomed even though the surroundings were bloody.
Plants originally grew by eating nutrients from the ground.
When these bodies degrade and nourish the soil, plants grow on them.
So laughter blossoms were part of the natural law. Unfortunately, four adventurers were killed, but unexpectedly, it was a good fight.
"So it's settled. As I thought, the wizard and the nun. And the work of the Mirkesha Warrior is enormous. I can't believe you killed twenty-two people."
Almost five silver per person.
If you sell one day's worth of merchandise and supplies, you'll get about five silver, and you'll earn even more because you have a cash box that the bandits have.
There is no such thing as money to do justice.
"Good. Blessed are you if you live well."
"Cook. Yeah, nigga's nice, nice. You made a lot of money."
"That's it. That's so nice."
Anyway, roughly done.
I divided all the cash and the merchandise evenly without fighting. The boxes and kegs containing groceries were all the merchant's because of the merchant's sealed relationship.
I was worried about moving it around, but luckily, I made the same thing for the merchant to lose and took three boxes. The rest are just trying to ignore it.
"Oh, look at this, Jim. It's a real cocksucker."
I took that, too, so my backpack exploded. The way back seemed a little hard. But maybe this is the joy of labor.
"That is the weight of good deeds done by the saints. It is right that we should be happy because we have served the public interest as heavily as it is."
"Of course I'm not happy. Thank you for your kind words, Elise. You've done a great job."
As Elise said.
Previously, Gimcott only worked for survival. It was lived to address the material needs that corresponded to steps 1-2 of Masselo theory.
However, Gimcott succeeded in 'self-fulfilling'.
What I want to do. The justice I want to enforce. And the beliefs I do. He lives and earns money in self-fulfillment.
That's why I'm so motivated and talented.
I feel rewarded in completing Gimcott. I've never been as faithful to life as I am these days.
My true self has already melted into this world.
It's... a pleasure.
I no longer miss my homeland by calling on my teacher's compass. I sing that song because it's just my favorite song. For me, it's Claudia, Myeong-dong is Winia. And I became Karin and Risha with Chungwoo and Uljiro.
"Ah, is that so?"
The wind has blown.
"Am I now a stranger?"
- Begone.
No, I'm not.
- I realized I became a stranger with arsenic.
Realizing that I had already turned Korean into a foreigner for quite some time.
I'm not this guy, I'm going back someday, so it was pretty old-fashioned not to be pessimistic.
Yeah, that's what happened from the moment I met Claudie.
Three days later, I realized it.
"Yeah, that's it."
At the same time as thinking about it, it felt like the manna that was seeping into the body was boiling. Hot, hot. The shaky, hot manna digs into my heart. A power that feels fierce. This is the source and fundamental energy of the world.
"... Saint?"
"Huh? Oh, Elise. I thought about it for a second."
You're out of your mind.
"I'm really glad you're brave today. The Saint must be the talent needed in this world. As I always say, are you not willing to go back to our glorious Cross?"
"Unfortunately, there is already a god to serve."
"Hehe, what a pity."
In my answer, Elise smiled like that of the girls of that age.
"You're smiling so well these days. You have a nice smile."
"Smile, you mean?"
"Yes. When I looked at it, it was almost a faceless girl Elise, and now it's almost a laugh girl Elise."
The impression of Elise Island seems to have changed a lot.
At first, it was like a cruel murderer of some church, but the world looked like this. Elise was just an ordinary girl.
"... I see. I think it's because I've had a lot of fun since I've been with the saint, hahaha."
"Uh-huh, you're laughing again."
It was just a really murderous thing.
"Ah... a little embarrassed. It still feels a little awkward to laugh."
Beyond smiling, it blushes to the face. I laughed accordingly to free Elise's shameful heart.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Hmph, now, smile more, Elise."
"Oh, I see. Huhu, huhu. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe..."
"Heheheheheh."
"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu..."
That crisp smile was a perfect match for this bloody sea.
"Nigga, stop laughing because you're such an idiot. If our nuns learn anything strange from niggers, they may regret it later. Listen to the nigger in moderation."
"No, what does that mean."
"Hm, hmm. I stopped showing pity."
Winia, who is approaching, organizes my wardrobe.
It's the mood to go back.
"If there's nothing missing, I'll leave soon!"
At last the merchant shouted.
"Then let's go down."
"Good work, nigger."
"You too."
I carry so much burden that I go down the mountain. It's sunset time. You may choose to go to bed, but if you walk slowly from now on, you will arrive in Istanbul in the morning.
Adventurers wanted you.
The opinions were so gathered that a night march was conducted. It's better to get up and get to bed early than to arrive in the afternoon to get paid.
A day goes by.
We walked toward the city looking down at the sunset.
"Winia."
"What's wrong, nigger?"
"Love you."
"What, what? What's all of a sudden?"
"I just want to say that because I see you."
"Cook-Cook. I love niggers, too."
This world was cruel and cruel in the eyes of Koreans, but this world in the eyes of Thousand Horse Kim Kat was a good place in its own way.
Maybe these bandits didn't show up to tell me that.