Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"I don't even have a dick to fuck with. Hey, Copson. Is there anything there?"

"It looks like nothing but garbage."

In the end, the only thing that could be taken from the nest was five larger Cockatrice eggs than the ostrich. If these are all oiled eggs, selling them on the Arena is literally a real cheap dog. It hurt so much that this wasn't mine. I'd rather not.

Real high-end adventurers make a shitload of money. Jealousy can twist the gut. I have to roll all day long to earn 30 coopers! Why is there no cheek in this fucking world? I don't know if I can keep up with Mr. William's skill even if I roll for a decade.

"Hup!"

William cleaves Cockatrice's corpse vigorously as he makes a bizarre gasp. Such medium-sized monsters can sell expensive body parts. Especially that beak, chicken foot. And things like cervical bones and feathers are all useless, so there's a lot of demand.

It is constantly used as a magical or armor material as much as it is in demand. And Cockatries don't show up very well around here, so you'll definitely get a good price.

I trimmed the Cockatrice I killed with Copson. I don't know anything else, but these are mine because I killed them myself. That is the moral of the adventurer world. Killing the boss, Cockatrice, was purely Winia and William, so the price for it was all the right thing to have.

But I killed two chicks. So it's mine. I can sell only beaks and chicken feet, but I'll take 10 coopers. As the material item becomes a drop, it can't be compared to these Kobolt bastards.

By the way, 10 Coopers is a decent income, but it's not a cheap price to pay for my emotional labor for Winia.

"Nigga."

No, it's rather expensive.

"Why?"

"Sing a song."

"What? What the fuck am I singing about?"

"It's over, huh? Sing a song and have fun!"

It's not worth a damn to me as an E adventurer...

"And you cursed me? Are you cursing me now? Are our niggers crazy?"

"Argh! Argh! Stop!"

"Do you want to sing? You want to say hi?"

"Argh! Hey! Stop!"

Winia, who came suddenly, gave me a staff and started laughing. I panicked and slipped and fell. Winia knocks me down like that again.

"Argh! I'll call you! I'll call you! I'll call you! Stop hitting me!"

When I screamed, the assault stopped. I woke up chewing on hatred, robbing myself, and this was the only time I had the urge to give this bitch the iron of justice, but it was too much. Wizard never wins. Shoot Fire Bolt in 1 second and beat Ace.

"Phew, Shibural... If you really want to call me... yes, we'll do as you say."

"What did you say?"

"Hmmm!"

I've never thought about singing since I came here. I don't have a karaoke room, I don't have money, I don't have any friends, I can't even hang out in a bar. When was the last time you sang... I can't even remember now.

I began to sing a song that trimmed my ears. All right, I'll pick a song in a while.

"Shall we go to the bell?" "

"Shall we go to Myeong-dong?"

"I'd rather leave in the light."

I thought about my hometown when I called for Mr. Sulundo's compass. Ah, Heljosen, I miss you. It felt like a warm, cozy place like a mother's womb. Don't fuck with the world of swords and magic. This world is a dick.

"... what the fuck is that fucking song?"

And this was Winia's admiration of the song that contained my soul. Rarely did the profanity permeate my heart.

You fucking faggot.

"Our tribal folk."

"Fuck tribe, how did we live in a shithole like that? Is that why she grew up like this?"

"Well, that's a fucked-up place."

Not more than here.

I asked Winia if she was fed up with my song. It really makes me feel happier than anything else. It's more than just a popular song.

"Take care of everything."

One day William finished the disassembly of Cockatrice. I picked up the loot in a large backpack that I brought with me, as I was told. Cut head, bones, feathers, and chicken feet. All the luggage was quickly packed, even though it was shared with Copson.

"Breadcrumbs."

"It's heavy."

I've packed up my luggage, so it's over when I get back. You have successfully completed a quest with a D + rating, so there is nothing to worry about for the time being. If I get paid, I'll have a drink. Or buy a piece of equipment. If you had a Gauntlet or something, it would be really easy to hunt.

Preparing to go back like that, Copson and I had an argument about who would take the three eggs. If I had five eggs vaguely, someone had to listen to three. Winia dismissed what she was trying to do with the scissors because she didn't want to lose. Stop by me.

"Then let's go back."

In William's words, we went back the way we came. There was no need to perform the tracking, so the speed was faster than when it came, but the backpack was too heavy and it was too painful. We should call it the Army Brigade. Whatever health matters.

If there's a bit of a pity, it was Cockatries' meat. Something tasted like chicken, so I wanted to try it. But, well, I don't have that kind of skill, and I'll be damned soon enough to say that I'm going to take my flesh off this weather.

"I need to train my nigger fitness."

"Wow, mr. I should have stayed a little longer. It's fucking hard."

Walking in sweat, Winia vomits her rod on top of my luggage. It was kind of dumb to medal, even though it was hard.

"Oh, don't."

"But it's heavy."

After that, I only arrived in town after I had suffered a terrible physical injury and mental injury, either by giggling or by the side. I was already full of body and mind.

Please stop this harassment. I seriously thought it would be good to go to another city. Even if I came to this world, I didn't know much, so it would certainly be a great opportunity to broaden my horizons.

"Ouch! The adventurers are here!"

"Calm down."

Upon entering the entrance, a polite old man showed up and greeted us violently. I put down my backpack and took out Cockatrice's head, the proof of subjugation.

"Here, here."

"Oh, my God! This son of a bitch is right! This is the damn bird that beat the shit out of our farm! Thank you, thank you so much! You've put a cloak on this!"

Again, an old man, who was violently thankful, handed William a piece of paper. This object is a certificate that you have succeeded in the quest. Take this to the Adventurer Guild and you will receive a referral.

It seemed like the sun was going to be completely dark soon. We quickly headed for the wagon. By the time you get back to the city, you'll be completely black. The horse was already waiting.

"Please leave immediately."

"Yay!"

I got on the wagon and drowsiness poured out. I'll be there in a minute. I think it's okay to roll at the inn all day tomorrow.

"You did well today. Will you sell the materials yourself? I intend to deal with the guild at once, and if you want, I would like to sell your share together."

"There's nothing we've done, and I'd appreciate it if you could do that."

Selling materials filled with backpacks on their own is not something William, a high-end worker, can do. In that case, the guild will buy it all at once. The contents of the quest are also stated and I know that I will defeat Cockatrice, so the guild will take orders from Forge or General Shop in advance.

Then our job is to move the luggage to the guild.

"Cat, it was better than I thought. Thank you for your help earlier."

"Yes, it wasn't me. I'll search for it."

The guy who was surrounded by two cubs was quite foolish. Copson thanked me for that.

"No, not really."

"That's right. I heard you're a fucking expert."

"Sifal."

But, well. Maybe he's not a trustworthy guy in his own way. I decided to propose a party to him. Adventurers are a full-time fucking dog shop, so half of them are chewtrolls, and Copson's not okay with that.

"Do you have a party?"

"I haven't been back here long... why? You want to move in with me?"

"Well, sometimes if you're right, let's go together. How many bastards are there these days? Last time I had a party with a handicapped son of a bitch, I went through one of those simple fucking quests."

"Khh... I guess that's what the bastards used to say in the guild. It seems that your son, Katt, has created a barbarian mistrust."

"My rumors have already spread there?"

As I said, I didn't have a very good reputation in the guild. Anyway, Copson laughed at my offer and replied he understood. When you do another quest, you'll be fine.

Winia gets into it while she's having such a pleasant conversation with Copson.

"Nigga, when you talk to me, all you have to do is answer, and you're really excited to talk to your friend? Can I have a little fun with you? Or do you hate me that much?"

"Huh? Huh?"

"Look at this, look at this. I like niggers. I feel betrayed. What am I supposed to do with this?"

When I looked at Copson, I pretended to sleep with my eyes closed. You savage bastard. I decided to try to relax Winia as much as I could, assuming she was fucked. In fact, I was bothered and just said what came out of Agari.

"Ship, betrayal... where is that? It's just you to me. My only true friend is you, Winia. By the way, cancer."

"Nigga, real search."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

It was night in agony. Fortunately, Winia fell asleep and fell asleep on my knees. It was fine until then, but I had to get down on my knees until I got to the city, letting go of the grudge saying it would kill me if I moved. Whenever the wagon rattled, he seemed to die.

"I'm not bleeding through my fucking leg..."

I don't have enough of Amchang's life, so I don't need blood on my legs. Why should the weak live in the agony of the strong? Even if I'm fucking unfair, I will succeed.