"Winia. But can you stand alone? Just once these days, you fall down. Don't you have to come out as soon as you get in?"
"Hilarious, bizarre. Nigger's been so contributory lately."
"Then I have to scold you quickly."
"I'm trying to scold the nigger, but I can't. I'm pissed off."
I know.
"Huh. That's why you got so calm."
"I don't know. Walk fast."
Winia was a pretty godly face. She's so cute every time I see her. I can't. As soon as I enter the inn, it's an infinite night cast.
As I was walking with Winia, I noticed a familiar redheaded woman walking in front of me.
Stay away from him.
"...?"
It was a big, blue-eyed woman, Lizette, dressed like a red Chipao. We stopped simultaneously as soon as we encountered the eye.
A brief exploratory war went on.
"Ah... did you say married?"
The first thing I opened my mouth to was Regret.
He looked at Winia for a moment and said,
"I did. Nice to meet you. How are you? How's the guild leader?"
Regret was nothing different from the last time I saw him. However, since I'm looking at it like this, he seems to be weak. Well, I was pushed a few times, but not now.
I feel clear that I will win.
Even if I take off the combat priest gear set I have under Cape right now, it's my victory. The sharpened mood coldly grasps the gap between the opponent and me.
"It's me. Don't be troubled. Well, it's good to see you, too. You live just like that. I don't seem energetic these days."
"Why aren't you energized?"
"I don't know? Things have changed a little bit more than that. What's going on?"
Regret also opens his eyes narrowly to see if I have noticed that I have become stronger. Of course, there's no reason to fight this guy. Whatever it was, we were comrades.
"Well, something like this happened. Are the listening businesses doing better than the slums?"
"I don't know, cheeky."
Regret shakes his head with a tired expression.
"I tried to rebuild it, but it didn't work because all the tissue I had was gone. No, the slum crime squad is gone? There's not a damn thing. So I gave it up. I don't know if it'll happen again later, but I don't think I can now."
"You son of a..."
- I'm glad my stomach almost got sick if it went well.
Still, I feel better because I think that the Slum's criminal organization has been eradicated for what I did. I think good things have happened because I do good things too.
"So it seems hard to keep the promise of going to tear together."
"Really? Too bad."
"Maybe Mutu will come to the guild later. Marielle sometimes talks."
"Oh, yeah?"
At the end of the speech, Regret shook his hand and passed by me. Hmm, but I hope I get a chance to fight sometime. I still don't want Mutu to go back to the guild.
If Liztina asks the woman to show her cock again, it becomes difficult.
"... nigga? Who is she?"
As Regrett leaves, Winia looks up at me with a suspicious face.
"Ah, a friend like a comrade. How many times have I told you? Mutu is a guild superior, and somehow he got involved."
I've never seen a face before, but I've told Winia many times.
"Yes? You mean the superior? But it's kind of weird."
"Is the atmosphere strange?"
"..."
Winia, who frowns slightly, closes her mouth with a tingling expression and looks at my face. No way. Are you mistaken that Regrett and I had something thumb-thinking?
I woke up dead. I can't do that.
"Oh, it's not like that, Winia. I just know it. We've been fighting each other twice."
"Damn it. It's like a nigger when you see a big tit. He said he's a friend. He's just a big tit, so he's getting along."
It was a fact that the big one was my taste.
"I swear I will never, Winia."
"I don't know. Carry on."
Winia seems a little angry that she said a few words with Regrett.
If you go in here, I'm going to touch your milk for a while and let you feel free.
Eventually, I entered the nearby inn and let Winia feel free. Of course, less than five minutes later, she flew to the other side because her mood could not be relieved.
* * *
The next morning, I confronted Claudie and Winia and found the guild.
Yesterday an employee asked me to come back today, so I might be able to leave right away. So I came out to say hi to Karin and Risha.
"A serial killer... Huhu, Cat can't lose. Let's cheer up, shall we?"
I don't know what the hell you're trying to do, but Claudie laughed and grabbed my fist, so I decided to give her some strength.
"I'll keep my strength to the limit."
Anyway, Winia went to the window and said this to the staff and I got a certificate. She gave me the deed and said,
"Nigga, what I asked for yesterday was acceptable. I've got a speedwagon ready, so I think we should go right away."
"Oh, yeah?"
So I left right away.
The destination is a town called Ohil on the outskirts of Isvant. It's just a rural village that eats fruit, which is a typical farmer's local specialty.
Serial killings took place around your village. There are a number of missing persons, and they must have been killed.
There's a lot of accidents.
But South Korea also has about 4,000 traffic accidents per year. Every year more people die in accidents than regimental troops, but honestly, I've never seen a man die while I'm living there.
Adventurers just crawl into accidents all the time, so they encounter them all the time. Well, that's it. We boarded the freight wagon that had been set up and left for a town called Ohil.
It took me roughly a day and a day to get to the village. This wagon doesn't get used to bugging. The countryside view of the Thanksgiving came to my attention as I disembarked with a non-dreamy body.
"Khh, it's too scary to draw because it's a serial murder case."
The wagon rider said that and said hello.
Now let's meet the Chief of the town.
As usual, I asked the surrounding person and headed to the chief's house. And the old chieftain, who looked like a thousand men, greeted us with a curious glance.
"... an adventure?"
"Yes. We came back because the adventurers who went to solve the case went missing last time. Aren't the missing adventurers back yet?"
"... I didn't. Please come inside."
I went straight into the chief's house and heard his complaint and annoyance. I paid for an adventurer, but he's gone, and one more person is dead.
"How horrible!! Soldiers are useless too!"
With the demon incident erupting, soldiers were dispatched all the way to the outskirts of the town, patrolling the town and establishing security around it, but the incident was not stopped.
"Calm down. We're here to fix it. Anyway, I need you to escort me to the scene."
"I know you see that..."
"If you don't see anything, just walk me through it. I'm busy too. And the one next to you is a wizard, so it's not too much fun to tease."
As he pointed to Winia, the chief bowed his head.
"... I'm sorry."
After listening, the chief thought that the adventurers who had come before had just run away. You have no choice but to behave badly. Anyway, now that I've come to work to make money, it seems like a good attitude.
The chief immediately guided us.
Outside, there was a harvest.
Chief, I think this son of a bitch should hear it too, but his clothes are clean. This is an extremely peaceful town. A serial killer is turning around and a ghost is crying. I'm on my way to the scene, so the residents are looking this way.
"Those, those are the adventurers who came back!"
"Please! I'm so scared to death! Please save us!"
"It doesn't make sense to have a serial killer! Argh!!!!"
"I can't even get out at night! All the adventurers who came last time have fled too!"
The villagers, who were in the middle of the harvest, ran to the sheep that saw the Savior and pleaded with us. There was fear in both eyes like one.
I'll give you peace of mind here.
"Uh-huh, don't worry. I am Cat, the quasi-religious priest of the Bronze Society. I'm an adventurer. Now that I'm here, you can rest assured that you're in a livelihood."
I threw off the cape I was wearing and said,
- Sparkle!
The brass light reflected from the border of the warrior's chest armor. The luxurious and expensive armor was sure to instill positive feelings in the residents. Providing peace of mind to people is also a proper precondition of fusion.
"Sa, are you a priest?"
"Priest...!"
The eyes of the inhabitants who saw the armor swirled.
When will you ever see such fine armor again?
I'm awake and I can feel my mind when I wake up.
"I'm a quasi-prisoner."
Then he immediately took his quasi-religious certificate out of his arms and gave it out. - Twinkle! It also shines in brass with sunlight. The inhabitants now shouted in awe.
"Priest!"
"Ugh!! The priest is here! The priest is here!!!"
"Priest! The Priest of the Bronze Society is here!!!"
"Call the people!! Bammel! Go and get all the land."
Why are you calling people?
Looking back, Claudie and Winia, of course, noticed a panic as far as the chief. Soon people flocked like a swarm of bees.
"Oh, Priest! Bless you!"
"I can't sleep because I'm scared!"
"Please save me!"
"Please kill the serial killer, please!!!! There can be no such tragic and gruesome life!!"
They cling to me like beggars for bread. Apparently, the horror the serial killer gave me was considerable.
"These crazy bastards... No, this is not it. Calm down!"
The residents' madness shrank as they loudly communicated. As I was about to comment, a middle-aged man in a straw hat cried to me and asked me.
"Priest! Please! Please give us a funeral so that the souls of the victims can be saved!"
"Funeral?"
"They were killed by serial killers! If the priest gives you a funeral, you won't have any more butterflies! Please, have mercy on us and help us!"
I don't know how to have a funeral, you son of a...!
"Priest!"
"Priest! Please!"
All the inhabitants who heard it fell on their knees with tears.
Oh, fuck.
"... I get it. Guide me."
I can't just pass by the Dori Prize of Fusion Judaism.
We were so guided to the cemetery in the village.
All of the villagers who had already been sacrificed were buried. Of course, the body of the no-occupied deceased was also well buried in the corner of the cemetery. I just want you to help me, a priest in a church named after them, to ease their way.
rather than a professional funeral.
The villagers sniffed and sent me a sad gaze.
"... I don't care what god you believe in. Pray to the gods that each of you believes in."
The inhabitants lowered their heads with a solemn face as they threw down the moderately priestly words.
- Solemn.
No, I'm going to bury the villagers in a fucking sleepover.
In this grotesque atmosphere, I actually confessed to being a cocksucker. I just recited something like a prayer with a solemn face.
"Lord Mahabanya Baramilda, I wish you peace... and relief from the suffering of the world and stay with the gods..."
In the world's religions, ordinary people believe that when they die, they go to the side of the god they believed in. It's a world of polytheism in the first place, so most doctrines don't tackle unless it's something murderous.
Some believe in lust, others dream of paradise. I commented on that religion with some consideration.
"Uh-huh!"
"Argh! Hans! Why have you left my side!"
"Argh!"
The cemetery became a crying sea in an instant. Sadness. As if the black people who were slaughtered by the brutal imperialist whip were living here.
The serial killer inflicted devastating suffering on innocent others just to fill his pleasures. I will surely judge my limbs in the wilderness, you cheeky dog. It was natural to be a savior of Fusion Judaism and a quasi-religious member of the Bronze Heavenly Society.
The funeral ended briefly.
The inhabitants simply wanted to honour the souls of the victims.
"Hail, Priest!"
"Long live the Bronze Society!"
"Thank you!! Priest!!"
The villagers thanked me for my elongation and commended me for my virtues. I will also serve you meals during your stay. The price of rice is solid.
"Stand up with that sorrow, even if you can never see it again. The living must live. Anyway, I just want to take a look at the crime scene."
"I know! I know everything! I will guide you!"
A resident shouted with an impressive face.
Well... since the residents have been cooperative with each other since the funeral, there must be some business left. Now that we know everything, let's drag it around for one day and get a location.