Hunter of the Perished World

"I can't give it to you."

"No matter how bad the times are, you're lacking in language skills. You're not saying you can't give it to me?"

"There were actually that many chips when I asked for the quest, and that's how much I spent. You could have done it a little faster, couldn't you?"

The man who looked at Gin's plump monster's ears like a stone had a different attitude than before. Three days ago, he seemed to lick Gin's paw, but he couldn't keep up with the promise he'd made when the troublesome horde of monsters was resolved.

"I remember not discussing the issue of repayment depreciation over time."

"Well, that depends. Anyway, we don't have the chip anymore. I can't give you what you don't have."

"Hmm…. Even though it's a cornered area and this town is a gangbanger, you won't realize it's unwise to take the bounty off hunters."

Seriously warning him, he snorts.

"Ha, you're not just a hunter, you're a demon-hunter, and I can't give you what you don't have. Why don't you just skip the coin?"

The man stared at Gin with a sudden change of eyes. It was not the eyes of a man who couldn't give because he had no money.

"If you want to get back safely with the chip you have now."

"There must be some misunderstanding."

Even with that threat, Jean doesn't budge.

"The amount of chips you're willing to give doesn't matter."

Jin continued to speak with a firm expression.

"The act of not paying the hunter's wages is of great importance."

Those who don't want repayment, those who deserve repayment. This fight has not been lost since the advent of the hunter since its demise. The head of this small town with a total of twenty won't try to repay Gin in any way.

Therefore, he took out the last burial to avoid paying. The man who put his hand under the table relaxed it out. Gene looked at it as if it was interesting.

As he pulls the slider, you hear a creak.

Chop chop.

"You know what this is, right?"

"Gun." "

The man was looking at Gin with a relaxed expression as if he had won a perfect victory, and Gin was still frowning.

"Then why don't you back off?"

Before he shot it, the man who had swallowed the word was laughing. But Gene sighs as if he doesn't need to look at a man's gun.

"That's why the countrymen..."

Gene frowned. Instead of being angry, he seemed annoyed because he was absurd.

"Do you know what a gun is?"

"Well, anyone can die in one shot. Even the hunters."

"Hey... First of all, the mouse was wrong."

The man holds the slider portion, not the handle. Holding it like that will only be possible to cut someone's head off with a handle.

"And your gun doesn't have a trigger."

Moreover, the trigger is just a trigger, and there is no trigger to pull. It means you don't even know how to shoot.

"There's no magazines."

There was nothing in the magazine of the automatic pistol. Gene is supposed to explain this, and the situation he's threatening is annoying. But the man was beaten.

"The hunter seems to be picking up and serving, but so far this' gun 'has killed more than ten fingers." "

Apparently, he thought he could do anything with one of these guns by tricking a bunch of bulletless pistols. Perhaps even the leader of this town got it from that pistol shell he found somewhere.

Gene told me the obvious.

"Hey, a gun is a bullet. It's useless with a gun."

But instead, he snorted.

"I've never heard of a gun being a dick in my life and having balls to use it. ”

This man was firmly misunderstanding the purpose of the bullet, and Gene grew weary.

"You think a hunter won't even recognize a gun?"

Even a worthless worm like this could deceive a hunter. Gene sighs and pulls out a silver revolver from his arms. I had no intention of distracting myself anymore.

"And a gun is not something you make people brag about."

"Th-that's...!"

"Shoot them."

Bang!

There was a fire coming out of the gun.

“Unh!”

The man screams.

“... I didn't get hit. ”

The man who clearly felt the presence of the bullet that had passed through his ear instinctively recognized the reality of being a gun.

That's a real gun! ’

If that thing had only been shot at his face for a few centimeters, he wouldn't have even screamed. Then the man realizes he was banging the beard in front of the tiger, and falls flat on the floor.

“My Lord! I don't know anyone... ”

“Forget it, just pay me back. ”

“Are there any! ”

“And give me that, too. ”

“Yep! ”

Gene disassembles and lays it flat on the floor before the shell of an automatic pistol creates another fool. The man quickly searched the warehouse, and the quest payment was for 80 Blue Chips. Gene counts it quietly and gestures at the man.

“Yes, sir, do something for me. ”

“This only applies to malicious customers like you, and in gentlemanly terms, we call it an additional negotiation. ”

“Yes? ”

“An additional charge for unnecessary mental fatigue 20. ”

“Yes?”

“I did some extra work because I didn't tell you exactly how far I was from the target, so an extra 20. ”

“Oh, what the hell... ”

“We arrived with about three more monsters than we were talking about at the beginning, so an extra 40. ”

“Th…. What are you saying.... ”

“An extra 10 because the rain made me feel bad when I came back. ”

“Yee?”

“90 additional chips in total. I'm gonna need 40 extra bullets for that, plus an extra 130. ”

Of course, Gin's demands were beyond common sense. So, of course, the man jumped up and down and said, "What bomb is this?"

Chop chop.

Gene whispers with a cold gun.

“Let's test your bullet and your balls, which one of them is harder? ”

“Ha, ha ha…. ”

Jean, who had secured 80 collections and an extra 130 chips, said coldly to a man who had almost lost his fortune.

“If you don't want to 'negotiate an additional fee’, you'd better not take the bounty off the hunter. ”

Hunters' negotiations are not negotiations.

If I had given you 80 chips earlier, you wouldn't have been robbed of the extra money, but regretting it won't do you any good.

However, he threatened a hunter and saved his life, so it was a resin business for a man.

The man stares back at Gin with a dazzled look on his face. Then he stares at the disassembled automatic pistol.

"A gun is something you can use with balls!" ’

This fool still looks far from sober.