Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

An ominous feeling is always a good fit.

"Here comes the fucking snow again."

I woke up in the dark morning and opened the curtain, and it was pouring down like my mother was dying and crying. I dared to assume his grief for losing his mother.

Apparently, white garbage has been piling up in the streets since then.

I looked at the inhuman sight for a while and opened the window and reached out my hand.

I couldn't accept reality without touching it myself.

- Sarak.

The scattered snowflake reaches my hand and melts.

"Argh, fucking pearl."

At the same time, as the cold breeze came in, I had an epilepsy of my muscles. An energy that is cold enough to awaken. I'm tired of winter again.

"It's cold... close the door..."

"Nigger, what are you doing... close the door quickly..."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

If it's any different from last winter, it's about three more wives. Risha and Winia hugged each other and dug into the blanket and said in a difficult tone.

I immediately closed the window and returned to my place.

"Cat... you're cold..."

As soon as I entered the blanket, Claudie, who was trying to hold me, turned to the other side and hugged Karin. Karin also spoke quietly to Claudie as she rubbed her flesh.

"... are you snowing?"

"Oh, shit."

"Yes..."

Anyway, I don't want to move on cold days.

A strange urge to participate in snow operations somehow caught my heart, but I didn't have to do that kind of shit on my own.

"Ah."

It's been about ten days since I made Liztina my woman. Once she got the key to the Guild, Mutu also got it. I visited her often to say it was good to come at any time.

But I haven't seen my wives and my face yet.

Both of them needed to be prepared.

Then the Saint asked me to come.

It would be nice to visit once to celebrate the beginning of the full winter. When people get lazy when they say they've had their first snowfall at home. Let's go to the church today.

As soon as I woke up, I took my pants and shorts and pulled my knife.

"Cat...? Is it training?"

"Uh, I woke up. Then we have to move."

"Huhu, then I'll sleep better."

This was a kind of ritual. A ritual to bring my inspiration to its peak throughout the winter. I went down to the first floor with the women in the blanket behind me and went out to the backyard.

Immediately after leaving, raise the knife to create a sword.

- Pats!

In the meantime, I covered my blade with a sword as my sword erupted into a fierce position, whether I practiced without missing a day or not. Now, at this rate, there will be no use in practice.

The duration of the sword and the casting time to ejection have already been lifted to my liking.

- Borz-bornz!

I exercised physical fitness and swordsmanship with my eyes closed. If you get dizzy, you should do it every morning. Whether it's raining or snowing.

Soon, I started to sweat as my body started to get fever.

- Smulsmith.

The vapour then flows from the body and melts the eyes around it. Well, let's check the physical condition.

Place the knife directly on the ground, stand the waterfall tree, and perform pushing with it.

- Take it easy.

And I checked the state of strength by jumping with only the force of my arm. It also boils like usual. Repeat the jump for more than twenty minutes without rest, and then go home and wash the muscles.

The flesh is also strengthened in proportion to the increase in manatongs.

Even today, my physical condition was at its peak.

"I'm going to church."

"Hey, hey. It's a day off, you son of a bitch. Just stay home. It's cold, but I'm trying to get around. Come here. I'll give you a hug."

Karin raises his torso as he goes up to the second floor again.

I crawl straight up and bury her face on her breast, grabbing her buttocks and casting.

"Argh...! Cute bastard. Did you go to the backyard and train him? Where, because I worked so hard, can you make me a prize?"

"Uh-huh, you do it all the time, not as a prize."

If you want to pay me back, you just have to dance in obscene clothes. I really like this, but I just asked you to do it.

"Anyway, I'll be right back. The Saint asked me to come once."

"Well... come quickly if you will. I don't want to spend the morning without my husband."

Winia asked as she stepped out of Karin's arms.

"How long has the Saint stayed?"

"Uh, I told you to come because it could have happened last time."

"Umm... I don't want to move because it's winter..."

I don't want to go far in winter either.

"Well, I don't know what's going on yet. I'll go ask him first."

"Cat... well done.

"Carry on... Ah, and yesterday I saw the groceries run out. Buy it when you get here. She'll be a little better..."

Then my wives asked me to come and kiss my cheeks once and stroke me with a ton of erections. Anyway, on the way here, I took my clothes and went outside.

- Sarah.

It's fucking snowing a lot, really.

I immediately walked upside down with the hood on my cape.

I'm walking, so I can see the view of Istanbul, which has turned white unpleasantly.

Everyone was making their way with snow gear on. The wagons move in a jiffy motion, as if they were trying to see the battle before the snowfall, and the adventurers lean against the shop's mantra and giggle.

Then, a familiar girl came into my eyes.

"What? Isn't it Lina?"

Lina, holding the wheat stick, turns around like a Ubi and closes her eyes hard. You haven't seen him in a long time.

"Oh, brother?"

"Exactly. Were you clearing your eyes?"

"Yes, it's winter. Oh, more than that... hello."

Lina bent her waist 90 degrees and greeted him. I looked at him satisfactorily and asked.

"Yeah, how's it going?"

"Yes, I'm doing well thanks to your help. I don't think it's a problem to keep your eyes open every winter."

"Really? That's great. You're not starving, are you?"

"Thank goodness."

Lina smiles nicely and scratches her cheeks. I think I've adapted to my own adventurer life.

"How's your adventure going?"

"Yes. But are we actually making more money towards a porter or a gatherer than killing monsters... but I think we can afford it."

"How are you?"

"Are you still going to work today?"

"Something like that. Well, I'll call you when I think about it."

I don't think I'll be dragging my baby around in winter. But sometimes he's good enough to show you something.

I immediately broke up with Lina and headed towards the church.

But it reminds me of Lina Copson and Maria. How's it going? Last winter, we went out on a winter hunt with them, slaughtered the killers, and fought with Nias.

I don't want to starve anywhere, so I want to live well. Class D veterans. They may move to another city to work in.

So, Nias, do you think this motherfucker's doing well?

Soon after, I arrived at the church.

As soon as she announced her business, the nun asked.

"You must have a lot of things to do personally."

"Yes, he's a quasi-religious. Hmph, I'm not half religious either. It's to be thankful."

"Ho ho ho, I see. You'll probably be in your room, so go upstairs."

I naturally went inside the church and climbed the stairs. Everyone I met greeted warmly and felt better.

This winter will be warm.

- Knock, knock. Knock.

I arrived in front of Cadia Saint's room and knocked on the door. I waited a while, and I heard a faint sound coming in, and I opened the door and went in.

"Ho? Were you a quasi-religious priest? What an unexpected visit."

"Hmph, how are you?"

Inside, Cardia was sitting and looking at her work, dressed in the adornment of the Saint. I felt like I was going to take away my gaze from my body, but I endured it with superhuman patience.

"I can't tell you how well I'm doing because I'm in a lot of trouble. You came better than that. Do you remember that Saint Bone said something might happen soon?"

There seems to be something I can tell you.

"That's why I'm here now."

"You come just in time when you really need it. I really like it. If you had more talent like a quasi-religious, you'd be able to spend an hour a day better."

"How many hours do you usually sleep?"

"Four hours."

"No, my God! Such a horrible thing!"

I immediately fell on my knees and grabbed my head.

It was a reality that had to be alarmed.

Being in such a high position and only four hours a day, it was clear that no one would want to be promoted if there was such a reality.

If you want to show the person on top of you as comfortable as possible, you have to try to get promoted by the people below. Comfortable uppers are the richest movies humans want.

If it's hell to go up, no one wants to go up except the inhuman ambitionists.

"Sleep a little longer! That's why you hurt all your pretty skin!"

"Haha, I feel a little empowered because I'm worried. Anyway, I want our paramedics to relieve the suffering of the Saint I've seen, so let's sit down and talk."

"Yep."

"Nang?"

"Oh, no. Stop habitually."

"What a habit... the more surprising the quasi-religious the man is."

Oh, shit, that could happen.

I sat right down. The Saint searches the drawer and pulls out some documents and places them on the desk.

"Quartermaster, do you know a monster named Sasquatch?"

"Sasquatch?"

I know you're a biscuit monster, Snowman. However, I have never seen it because I don't think I live nearby, and I have only met it by rumor.

"They are primal intelligent monsters."

The Saint's internal documents contained sketches and approximate information from Sasquatch. I read it down and asked.

"Like an oak?"

"I'd say it's lower than the oak."

Isn't that a stubbornness?

Well, it would be a good idea to think that you have intelligence that is closer to wild monsters than fools. Monsters aren't that stupid.

"I have heard that demons have appeared, and there are many unhappy people from all over the world. Crusaders and lord's soldiers arrested some of them. Unfortunately, most of them were killed shortly after their arrest."

The Saint began to explain what appeared to be background knowledge.

"Did the Crusaders kill him?"

"Even though I was instructed to send him to the city, he couldn't stand it and killed him. Even seeing that the lord's soldiers overflew the procession to escort the pagans to the barracks. I can't really listen to you. I'm a Buddhist, but seeing a pagan is both an advantage and a disadvantage."

"Hahaha, I did it with a good heart, but don't talk too hard."

It seems that the paladins were killed immediately after they found the pagans or those with evil purposes. Still, it's a little awkward to raid soldiers and rob sinners and kill them.

It was a kind of inhuman urban tale.

Can't stand the need for murder?

"That's why I think more will happen, quasi-prisoner. You can't really figure it out, whether it's evidence or purpose. It's very tiring."

"That's right. But what did you say?"

Does that mean Sasquatch has something to do with those unhappy bastards?

"There is also a primitive religion, as much as there is primitive intelligence in Sasquatch. I barely got the contents of the interrogation as if those who didn't know where they were coming from were trying to use it. I want our paramedics to do some research on that."

"Can you be specific?"

"Read more about the document."

"Oh, but I know there's no Sasquatch around here."

I handed over a document that I picked up right away.

"The details are written there. Now that I've shown up, I'm talking."

As he said, the document said so. It looks like the contents of a report prepared by a holy knight and a priest were gathered and organized.

The point was that Sasquatch, which is hard to see around here, was found, and the suspicious energetic person was captured and interrogated, and the two things were linked and investigated directly.

I slowly read it down and figured out what was going on.