Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

It was the next day. It was common sense for people to rest two consecutive days on Saturday and Sunday, so I wanted to rest again today. I was lying in my inn bed in the morning sun, and I thought like that.

Sermons.

Certainly today was the day when the Church was opened in the bronze sacred society. The church sermon is a regular event that explains the doctrine and benefits of joining our religion for the purpose of gathering new congregations.

The main characteristic is the provision of visitors with a bottle of holy water as a souvenir, which is a bait for the poor who have no money and who have not learned how to count holy water as a panacea. If such people join a religion, they will rot into a lower class for the rest of their lives and pay tithes faithfully. In my view, the Church of the World was only multi-level.

Most importantly, the holy water given was [the lowest holy water]. Not the lowest. The lowest. At that point, it just doesn't make much difference to monsters. In fact, it might only give you real monsters. I don't think it's a church in the barbaric age of crazy crooks. It's not divine power that can detect divine power. If you give this to a beast in the church, it's holy water. People who don't know anything should believe it's holy water and say it's a placebo effect, but after eating it, their back doesn't hurt, their knees won't hurt, and they will say, "Bullshit."

If you believe that, well, maybe it's okay, but the fact that they're deceived doesn't change that much. Why is it true to give a beast, not holy water, but it is true to say it is. I hope you are relieved that it is not really the case.

Anyway, I was not interested at all because I didn't care about the holy water, and above all, I didn't believe in God. If you give me a loaf of bread instead of holy water, I may attend. I know the last time I tried the holy water from the sermon, it didn't even work. If I can save even the cost of food, I would be willing to leave early.

And well, we didn't believe in the gods of the world, but it was out of common sense to believe in the gods of the world. Roughly, according to the pick-ups, this world is called God coming into the cosmos, and the divine power itself is the power of God, but I never imagined it to be a real God. I was born in a country where polytheism fell and Christ was called the only god. I could not believe that I was an orderly Jesus Martini, the god of the moon, Dantemoneni.

Something keeps dropping into the Three Thousand. I usually wake up on weekends in the morning with something like that. But most importantly,

The thought that came to mind was that it was not such a relief.

"Oh, fuck..."

When I thought about it, I gave Winia a good excuse and promised to go to the sermon together. Aware of that, his heart began to beat rapidly. I think I've come up with an absurd bad idea. It was actually a bad thing.

"This is fucked up."

It doesn't make sense to spend the weekend with Winia...

I didn't think that Winia, a wizard who was clearly going to be busy, would really invest her precious day and go there with me only for the purpose of hurting me. It's my wish to think a little negatively, even if it's enough, but I just hope so.

I believed it. I just said that with the intention of making me feel uneasy at that moment. A hundred percent would. What kind of job is a wizard doing? On the day of rest, you will study magic alone, make some scrolls, earn some allowances, and be surprised by the horse tower. If not, I'll teach the junior wizards some magic or I'll meditate and recover. The wizard was overflowing with such productive things that I thought it would take a day to get rid of them.

That's when you think about it with a positive force, and you try to cover your swelling anxiety like a sprout crawling through the ground and spread it back to sleep.

"-!"

I heard something noisy outside.

Who are you, this early in the morning, a bird with no notion of a high room?

There was no such thing as common sense for the people of the world. Thinking about it, it was nothing like Helicopter.

"-!"

I tried to ignore him and sleep, but that noisy misdemeanor couldn't stop screaming. Maybe he's screaming at the wagon. I'm sorry, but the sleepy report will be done by someone nice and just on my behalf. In the first place, I didn't even know what to report in a world without 119.

"-!"

I turned over the blanket and at least I got better. Let's just get some sleep.

- Kung kung.

The ground floor was loud again this time. What kind of lunatic chew-necked jerk is drinking and tap-dancing on the first floor? If I tried to sleep because the world was a dick, I was quiet until then, and then suddenly I had an erection, and the bastards would show up dancing with raw Bruce. Why would a person upstairs nail a wall at night? Why would a person upstairs jump in the living room at night? What does the night mean for them? I think it was clear they were doing some kind of nasty ritual. In a deepening doubt, I began to think that it was still the best time.

- Bang!

And my visit was open.

I'm terrified and I slip down the blanket.

- What you see there.

"Nigga."

Pink hair grease wizard.

It was Winia.

"You should come out when you call."

I stopped drooling in this unbelievable reality. The field of vision was brief. It would not be so bad to lie in bed and sleep forever.

- Paaaaaaaaah!

"Evil!"

"Are you sleeping again in front of your eyes because you didn't have enough to keep me waiting for my nigger? What a surprise! What do you think of the promise!"

It was not only possible to use magic with a staff, but it was also possible to strike the head like this. After screaming in pain and astonishment, I was immediately dragged out to Winia. Winia could carry me barehanded because of the power of the wizard topic.

"Let's go!"

"Uh, where?"

"Did you forget to hang out with me today?"

Regrettably, she did not seem to have forgotten the promise of that day. Bye-bye. It's my pretty day. I was going to spend the rest of my life watching books, exercising, lazy smoking, and I just got fucked. Fuck.

"Now, wait! Wash up before you go out!"

"You don't have to wash!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Our nigger is cute for guilt!"

"What's so cute!"

"Yep. I don't know? Because it looks like a big, dirty dog? Anyway, let's go!"

Immediately, I was dragged out of the tank without washing my shoes. Winia seems to have an antisocial psychosis that gains pleasure while walking a dirty, big dog. There seemed to be no religion I knew that would professionally heal the sick. If I had, I'd say it was a fucking sermon, and I'd be surprised to go there.

"Ah, Mr...."

My hair grew to my shoulders, and I didn't even wash my clothes. If I had been a woman, I would have screamed with a great deal of pride by walking with such a man. However, Winia only marched vigorously, gripping my palm branch while smiling all the time. I don't know what this DoS woman tastes like.

"So first, what does the nigger want to do? You said you were going to church sermons, right? Let's go there first!"

"It's usually the idea of going to church to clean up."

"It's okay to be with me, it's okay! My nigga doesn't care about anyone but me, whether he's dirty or not! Isn't that right?"

"Well, is that so? Well, that's fine."

I didn't like Winia saying 'first'. Are you sure you want to stay with me for one day? I couldn't ask because I was afraid of tea. I've been looking for me since this morning, but I couldn't just let you go...

"Brothers and sisters, welcome."

"The preacher is inside."

After some walking, I arrived at the Church of the Bronze Society. There seemed to be a lot of people in this large church who said that crowding from the entrance was a preaching church. What kind of film are we going to enjoy because of religion? Religion doesn't save you. The only thing that can save you is your own strength.

"That's a lot of people. Nigga, you can't lose it, so you have to hold my hand tight? I don't think I really know what to do if the nigger gets confused and disappears."

"Rest assured, I'll hold you like a mother's hand."

"What are you talking about grossly?"

I turned around the nuns and priests doing the patriarchal acts and went into the church's inner armoury. The Church of the World not only teaches good words, but also carries out professional military training based on the common idea of eradicating evil beings. Smoke guns existed for it. Crusaders, what will the warriors do in the church for the rest of their time? I can't even get a daughter, so I'll just sweat and bleed.

However, that vast armoury was filled with people who attended the sermon.

"Good to see you, saints of tomorrow. This is where we are today…"

As I was spending a reasonable amount of time with Winia who was harassing me, the preaching church soon began. An old man who introduced himself as a superior priest, Alfredo, began to follow a boring explanation. It would be nice to have a chair, but it's not the word of the Principal who stands in the playground and hears it.

"Are you really interested in this?"

"As I said, my purpose is not religious enlightenment, but holy water. Health doesn't matter."

"You give all these people holy water? No matter how much you look at it, you're just gonna pretend it's holy water. What do you think of our nigger?"

"Well, I heard that."

Dealing with Winia who seemed unbearable of boredom, I was bored too and decided to listen to the doctrine.

This was the doctrine of the Bronze Society. Hit a monster that kills a human being, kill it once you see an evil human being, don't do anything bad against morals, kill it when you see a son of a bitch doing that, or kill yourself, and punish the wrong thing. Then you will be able to go to heaven, Long live the righteous God Verde. It was like this. If you only listened to the words and thought about it for three more seconds, you could see that most doctrines ended with "kill." What a bunch of criminals. In fact, it becomes a little strange if you think about the 50% of the number of priests who are charged with assault in this city [Kranheim] as belonging to the Bronze Society. As an appendix, the remaining 50% are members of the Light Fame Cross.

The source was picked up by the Adventurer Guild. Don't take credit for it.

Anyway, time didn't go to shit.