Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Murder.

How frightening and frightening. This should never happen, nor should it ever happen. At least my home planet was a world where such common sense existed.

It's hard to even imagine a murder happening around here, and it was horrible to see only the news.

But it is.

But this medieval world was not a similarly uncivilized and barbaric one. Human rights are so sparse that slavery exists, most people are uneducated worms, there are threats that they are monsters, and resources are insufficient. War also seems to happen when you are bored. If so? In such a difficult world, it is naturally difficult to 'subtract' others.

It's called plunder, which is easy to say. The act of forcibly depriving others of this plunder is inevitably accompanied by a grave criminal act of murder.

It was when I just came to this world. I've spent too much time struggling, so let's move on. Anyway, I've been living as a homeless, vagrant man for a day in fear that tomorrow I might starve. It was a time when nothing was more precious than a lucky meal.

If so.

If so, good luck. No, a small loaf of bread you're going to have a hard time getting. A loaf of bread is no more precious than such a lifeline. If someone wants to subtract it, what do you do?

It was easy to die with a stone. I was the same vagabond, and he took away my bread, and ate it with haste, and picked up the stone, and struck me in the back, and killed me. No, to be precise, I beat him to death. Blood soaked my hands. I killed brutally, but I never complained about killing people. I was very hungry, and I just spread out the shrimp of the corpse and shoved all the bread he had chewed into my mouth. And the idea of a little satiety is not something else, but, 'Oh, I've lived.' It was an idea. After another drink, I took off the clothes that the corpse was wearing and took away all my belongings. I felt a faint sense of guilt, but the thread-like sense of guilt disappeared due to the fact that the other person tried to kill me.

Oh, yeah.

I was.

"..."

When the Captain Bandit collapsed without a vein, it was static for a moment.

"Ugh, ooh!!! Captain!!!"

"That bastard is the captain!!!"

"Kill him!"

The bandits are starting to misbehave. Homicide robbers' allegiance to the subject was shaped. They are quickly in combat. To be honest, they all looked the same. How can those who don't have a master fight so well? We've already eaten half in battle.

I looked at the merchant. He also looked at me with a shivering expression. This son of a bitch didn't have a normal speed of rolling his head. Shouldn't we be issuing an attack order just so you don't notice? There is no better tactic than a surprise in a dead-end fight. When I tried to shout out in frustration, I shouted as if he was awake.

"Ew!! What are they doing!! Kill them all! Kill those bandit bastards!"

"Ooooooo!!"

The bandits and our team's children clashed in the shout. I pretended to fight through that gap and pulled myself out to the back. It was a specification to be targeted because he said he was the enemy of the commander. First and foremost, I need to 'take' the equipment from the one I killed. It seems like an inexpensive armor will come into your hands, but it was hard to die.

"Searched! Searched!"

"Motherfucker!"

Adventurers and bandits were fighting hard outside of me, but in my eyes it was just as boring or funny as watching a YouTube feed. In fact, there is no reason for bandits and adventurers to turn on and kill each other. A man cannot burn when he fights for no reason. Above all, because bandits and adventurers fought with each other's comfort in mind, the battle was of course passive.

"Argh!"

At least the children who fought well were soldiers belonging to the Merchant Army with spears. They were as skilled as combatants. They seemed to know how to kill people.

I looked everywhere like a bat and found bandits and adventurers in a one-on-one fight. You think I'm crazy? I'll fight alone. I couldn't stand the fact that it was a legitimate one-on-one fight. If you have a team, it's common sense to team-play.

After that effort, I found a foolish pack fighting one-on-one like some kind of arena. The two of them stepped on each other, repeatedly beating and falling, and were performing live without a single valid attack.

"Hap! Hap!"

"Die!"

I immediately went there. I was astonished to see that my mother, who had died in my presence, had come back alive.

"Hey, what the fuck!"

"You lowlife asshole!"

Between the two of you who fought so hard, the charter leaned toward us all at once. It was a dream I couldn't dream of without a dizzy master to win a 2: 1 fight. I couldn't have been good enough for a bandit.

If you have that skill, why do you want to eat and live in Bandit? They're all incompetent, and they're assholes who can't carry their faces in society.

"Holy shit! You cowards!"

"I'm not talking about bandit bastards, you idiot!"

The bandits who faced the two alone tried to flee in chaos, but in this situation, showing their backs meant death. I don't know if the bandit knows that, but he fought confidently without ever running away.

"Khhhhhh!!!"

As I said, I could never beat the two of them alone. He and the Adventurer run backwards while they give and receive swords, stabbing them, and that's the end of it. Bandits fall in agony.

"Thank you!"

"Remember this bastard. I'll split the loot in half."

"Absolutely!"

With an unimaginably refreshing smile, the nameless adventurer said so. This one looked like a real exhaust psychopath, unlike me.

The battle was flowing subtly into the supraclavicular region. The bodies of the bandits rolled around, and some adventurers died. And both fugitives occurred. Although Amman was passive, the battle was a battle and casualties occurred.

Honestly, I did two kills, so it was two. Even if you lie here, no one will say anything.

I looked around the battlefield. So you didn't have a Mutuga? Thinking about it, the man with no altered weapon seems strange even if he died.

"Yiyaaaaaaah!!"

I heard the sound of a collision that seemed to go through the heavens and the earth. Oh? I wonder if Mutuga is hitting them all with his fists, so I looked at them with expectation.

"Shuaaaaaah!"

It wasn't a collusion, it was just a scream. That motherfucker.

This mutu has no weapon, so he's being beaten unilaterally by a dog. He was such an amazing asshole. I want to praise the whole body for being bloody.

This is why Mutuga is a garbage job? The bastards are bluffing, and you too, Mutu, join the guild. What kind of asshole would you be without a weapon? What, the best fist weapon? That's what you're saying when you look at him?

"Oh, my God, that lunatic!"

I tried to reach Mutuga. I thought I could earn another kilometer. However, the opposing bandits rush out as soon as I run to see if they notice anything.

"Huff, huff..."

Mutuga finally took a deep breath.

That is the wisdom of survival. You targeted Mutuga because he looks like an unarmed son of a bitch, and he ran away as soon as I got here. Wiser than I thought. Such wisdom extends my life.

"Thank you for your help."

"Don't say anything."

By then, the battle was roughly over. Because most of the bandits have fled. Banditry and navy remained until the end, so they could not fight bravely. It seems that the bandits fled faster than the adventurers, so the battle ended with the victory of the Merchant side.

"I won!"

"Hail!"

Victory is still precious. Everyone cheered. Maybe the bandits who fled like this will call for reinforcements, but I think so. It didn't seem like it would happen. If the bandit bastards were that big, the lords wouldn't have subjugated them. If it's a minor level, but if it's a medium level, it's definitely a subjugation angle.

"Identify the deceased and the wounded!"

In the words of the Merchant Master, the work began immediately, without having to tire of the battle. In fact, few people died. However, there were more people lying there with serious fatal injuries.

I supported the injured adventurers and moved them towards the wagon. Seeing the wound, it seemed nothing unusual to search soon. There were no therapists or doctors here, and there were no priests or nuns who could easily walk the Hill. Will he be able to live at this point in time, roughly two or three days to the city? I have nothing to say but regret.

I moved one of the adventurers who was making the sound of death towards the wagon, and I was told that the employers in the Merchant Union were going to provide first aid. I handed him over and found the wounded again.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, save me..."

Who else is this time? Seeing the one who climbed the ground, it was a bandit who was soaking in blood. He begged me to save his life by slapping his chewy face with all kinds of pain.

"What about these live bandits!"

I cried out in a loud voice and asked.

"Out of the way, he's my hunt."

"Yes?"

What appeared was the adventurer of the two-handed axe. Then the ownership of this bandit would have been with him. Somehow he got the gesture of raising his two-handed axe high, and somehow the bandit said, 'Please save me!' It seemed like a howl, but now it had nothing to do with me.

Know that those who seek to exclude others can exclude even their own existence. I think I heard that in the preaching church of the Bronze Society last time. It might be a good religion if you find out.

You must not beg for your life on the subject of killing others and taking possessions. If there was such an unconscious man, the death penalty was entirely right.

"Let's see."

I couldn't stand the pounding any more than that. I must have thrown a nice, brilliant stone earlier to kill the Captain Bandit. I didn't even know how many silver breastplates he was wearing. It would be a matter of time to be promoted to a D-class adventurer if that were all. And that's it.

No clothes, no weapons, no money he was carrying. It's all mine.

It was when I found the corpse of a commanding bandit, humming his nostrils.

A young adventurer was peeling off the body's breastplate.

"Again, you son of a bitch."