Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

It was only after noon that the sermon came to an end and the cock was useless. All I had left was mental pain and physical wounds. I couldn't stand the boredom from the middle because angry Winia inflicted all kinds of injuries on my body. It's pinched with blood, or it's broken with blood. She was nothing like a monster.

"Wow! Did you do that shit all morning just to get in trouble?"

And this was the short admiration of Winia, who received the Holy Water after her hard work. Well, Winia and I were thinking the same thing. Actually, until this morning, I wasn't coming to get this either.

"Here we go. Don't do that. If you eat this, it'll make you fucking healthy. Why is the holy water so holy? The priests explained that the blessings of God will make him better."

I stood still and received ultraviolet light as a straight bread for a few hours, and my throat burned and I died. Drinking water when you are thirsty will of course make you healthier. I told you to calm down in order to calm Winia moderately.

"Nigger's good at bullshit. It's naive or stupid. What the fuck is this? I don't think I can melt an Imp if I put everything together today."

"What are you drinking when you're thirsty?"

That said, I immediately wanted to shoot the Holy Water. I didn't feel like anything had changed as expected. The only difference is that the thirst is resolved. Winia takes a sigh and throws the Holy Water. Despite his indifferent behavior, humans who looked like vagabonds rushed in and created a ghoul. Ah, you hungry for God's blessing.

"Jeong ~ horse. What a waste of time."

"You're not thirsty..."

I became increasingly anxious because I didn't know what Winia would do, which made me feel worse. Even a wife who suffers from sexual and domestic violence will not notice her husband like this.

"People should always know what to think reasonably."

"You're right."

"Anyway, since the nigger did what he wanted, what do I want to do now?"

I didn't even feel what the hell I wanted to do, but I smiled awkwardly and replied. Then all of a sudden, I don't want to do it again.

"Nigger, am I bothering you? Why do you think you're so ungrateful?"

"It really doesn't bother me at all! Let's do whatever you want!"

I put an accent at the end of the urgent speech and emphasized that it was no bother at all.

"Yeah? I know, right? Then follow me!"

Suddenly, Winia, who smiled widely, grabbed my wrist and began to drag. It's like grasping a child's wrist and twisting it. Where the hell are we going?

"Uh, where are you going? It's not weird going, is it?"

"Strange, nigger. Strange. You want to go? What kind of brothel goes to a nigger with no money?"

"What a desperate sound!"

It's a prejudice to call it a strange place brothel. What kind of brothel would I go to without any fucking money? I wonder what it's like, but I've never been there in my life.

"You're just wondering where you're going."

"Guess what!"

I thought.

A psychic Winia with a sensitivity that is completely separate from the general public is a place to go on holiday... Battlefield? Cemetery? Ruins? Per cartilage? No. If you answer this, you will stab me and kill me. Think about it...! This old woman has a place to hang out!

"I see! It's a Arena!"

"Do you want to search?"

Guess it was the wrong answer. He hit his side hard with his fist. A strange scream burst out of the duck's mouth. The Arena is the wrong answer? It's strange. Winia could not have hated the Arena because she considered harassing someone weaker and less attractive than herself to be worth her life.

I thought Winia would be willing to pay her money and watch a man die, but I couldn't think of any other answer.

"Anet! Medicine! Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! It hurts so much!"

The penalty of wrong doesn't end with one punch.

"Why! You like the Arena!"

"You're gonna keep doing that to a nigger girl?"

I don't see you as a woman.

"I like the Arena..."

The city's arena is a delightful sight in a world without cultural content, and it is very popular. The battle of monsters, the battle of people and monsters, and finally, the battle of the most popular people and people.

The kind of confrontation is the resurrection that does not take each other's lives, or the resurrection that ends when one of the two must die. And there is a DeathMatch that drives all sorts of guys and covers the last person. It was also fun to watch them fight in blood, but most importantly, burning was a legitimate gamble to cover the winners.

I've never seen anything like it.

Anyway, if you get a monster egg with a honey tip, you better bring it to the Arena. This is also so salty that it also calls professional traders [egg hunters].

"Then where the hell are you going?"

"You really don't know? You're a fucking idiot, nigga. I like that, but I'm a little frustrated today."

"..."

Then where the hell are you going?

"Of course it's not shopping, is it?"

I never really imagined that.

The place where I was caught and dragged was the street of a shopkeeper who had no connection with me. It was not a street with more blacksmiths or grocery stores, it was literally a cultural street. Easy to say, quality clothes, jewelry. Or a place to sell perfume lamps.

I never thought I'd come to this place in my life. The units of the price tables that look beyond Showwinds have made my eyes suspicious. Who told you that a four-person family could live on for a month? Fuck you, I'll hold on for a few years on my own with one gold.

"What are you doing, not coming in?"

I was too scared to go into a closet that looked luxurious. Can a moron like me get into a place like this? The question of what I'm doing hovers in my head. My clothes represent my identity, and my iron skin level was a little low to get in here right now.

"It's a little hard to get in."

"Because you're ashamed?"

"I'm embarrassed."

"I have something to worry about. Shut up and come in."

The inside of the shop was different from the smell. I followed Winia with a stiff, stiff body because I became nervous. Winia strokes my head once to see if she likes my atrophy. Winia handed me a cane, a hat, and a cloak, doubting the relationship between a pretty wizard and a giant.

"Hold it for a second."

Then I picked up one of my clothes and went into the dressing room.

Mm-hmm.

No way, this deployment!

"How about this?"

"Ame."

Surprisingly, Winia went into the dressing room and changed her clothes! Then you ask me how it is! This promised deployment! I can't admit it! A lover event like this is set to be with a girlfriend!

"Suit yourself?"

So, Winia was not wearing a robe with a purple breast that she usually wore, but was wearing a frill-frill and a heavenly outfit.

It suits you... Winia asked me that. Then I'll have to give you an assessment. From the old days, if a woman asks if it suits her in clothes, she has to answer seriously rather than roughly.

"Those clothes are not suitable for combat."

Thinking calmly, this was a barbaric world where the threat of combat was not even contemporary. Such clothes may look pretty, but they are useless in practice, or rather disturbing. In my opinion, it would be a good idea to tighten the heavenly part, add chest armor and shoulder blades, and protect the joints with chains.

"No, fuck. I'm asking you if your clothes fit. Why does that sound like that?"

"Please calm down! It's a joke!"

I almost got hit again.

However, Winia was also a pretty girl, so she was dressed like that.

"I can't fit in. It's so fucking pretty. Maybe you're the prettiest person in the city?"

"Again, answer without a fucking castle. Nigga?"

"No, no! It's real! It's really pretty! I'm not a pretty girl! So put your fists down, please!"

"Really?"

"You are so beautiful, Winia."

Approximately that feeling led to an hour of demonstrations. Winia asked me to score the clothes she had worn. I said I couldn't score because they were all so beautiful together. With that compliment on his mouth, Winia seemed to feel a little better.

"Yes, this, this, this, this. Please calculate it all."

"Thank you! Guests!"

I don't know what clothes are so expensive. Shiva.

Winia rubs all her clothes in one piece. Suddenly, I was worried that you'd ask me to buy all of these, but I guess I was hungry. In fact, I don't buy a single piece of clothing here.

"It's going to snow."

I wonder if women like shopping. If I had that kind of money, I would have first changed my armor to a better one. I couldn't understand such a waste of money.

"What are you not carrying?"

And of course, all the luggage I picked up. This is fucking ridiculous. Why should I listen to other people's stuff?

"Come with me..."

"The nigger is weak, so you have to work out at this point. Thank you, huh?"

"..."

"No, nigga. Why don't you say thank you? That's common sense."

This bitch is right, psycho.

"Thank you."

Thank you, Midori.

"So what are we going to do now?"

I asked. I don't think Winia will let me go already. At least when the sun goes down, it will have to be set free.

"Are you asking me that?"

"Because you're the boss, I have to ask you."

"You sound like a captain. You came out with me and you didn't think of anything?"

I didn't even know you were coming today.

"No, actually, I've never had sex with a woman before, so I can't feel it."

In retrospect, I've never really played with a woman. Needless to say, there was no other point of contact in the world, even in my hometown, with the South Korean high-tech military. Techta's gonna look like me, but the difficulties are different, motherfuckers.

"What? The first time?"

"Yeah, first time."

Winia was rarely alarmed at the words.

"Haven't you ever played with a nigger?! At that age?"

"Why are you surprised there..."

I was most sick of the pain I suffered today.

"Oh, my God!"

"Please stop freaking out..."

Winia started to run, and somehow she looked very happy.

What the hell?

Why are you so happy when it turns out I'm pathetic??

"Well... if you see what's going on and where you're from, it's worth it! Didn't those nigger barbarian girls play?"

"I don't know, fuck..."

In the first place, I had never seen a Barbarian girl. The word "from the Barbarians" is "spherical," because it's actually the birth of Earth. In the first place, black-headed bastards were so rare in this city.

"Umm... hmm... I see... yes, good. Then I'll let you know!"

"Yes... thank you..."

I was so heartbroken. Physical pain and thirst can be endured to some extent, but I think I have seen this sensitive problem with Winia, and above all, my heart is broken.

"Thanks for playing, huh? I'm the only good guy in the world who plays with niggers."

"Thank you so much. I can't tell if this is because of you or because I'm sad."

It rained in my heart...