Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"There's no such thing as free happiness."

As he said, there is no convenience or happiness in this world. Regrettably, we have to run and run with our own efforts everywhere to achieve happiness.

It's been about a week since I even came to Istanbul. I was beginning to seriously think that it would be dangerous if I didn't work, but I couldn't do the smuggling because I was gathering a lot of information. Shouldn't the Adventurer Guild shine a light on his face and find work by selling items? I had a lot of work to do now that I changed my place of life.

Above all, when a foreign adventurer came to the top and tried to get a job, it wasn't as easy as I thought. It was supposed to be a garden, but there was one.

Thus, after a week of hard work, the quest was [Subdue Goblins]. It was a simple quest to beat the goblins who were not good enough, and cut off their heads and take them and give them three coupons per head.

A subjugation request is a kind of seawater conservation business. Because certain monsters appear and pillage or eat crops and cause damage, I ask them to say, 'If you catch those motherfuckers, I'll give you the money.'

It's good because you can defeat monsters by encouraging adventurers at a cheap price in the farmhouse, and adventurers can earn money simply by killing a few monsters. It's a good quest and a bad quest.

- Bug Bug Bug

I joined the party for the Goblin Subjugation Quest the previous day and from the early morning I headed to the front of the general store, the gathering place. When I arrived there, a bald man with a spear came first and waited for me. I greeted him.

"Good morning."

"Nice to meet you."

His name was Sant and he was an E class adventurer. Equipment level was the man with all the daggers in his hand in leather armor. I don't know anything else, but my chunky arm muscles were trustworthy. Arm muscles were evidence of training.

Another party member was an impressive, blue-eyed female adventurer named Meria, wearing a one-handed sword and a shield, and the other was a boy who had only a minor knife. His name was Gibson. It wasn't too hot, but it doesn't matter that they're both Class E.

"The other two aren't here yet, are they?"

"That's what it looks like."

I hesitated to sit next to him and wait for the others. Then I started to feel awkward and decided to talk first.

"Well, it's a goblin, so it won't be that hard. Let's make some money and go back."

"I won't."

It's a simple teenager.

"Well... there are four of them, so he wants to know if he can catch 16 of them. I think it would be nice to have roughly ten coopers per person. I don't know if I can catch that much."

"I guess so."

Apparently this son of a bitch named Sandra was a dizzy, overbearing man. No, you bald bastards don't have hair, so you can't talk? You think that makes sense conscientiously?

"Do you use a spear? It seems a little uncommon for an adventurer with a spear."

"A little."

That's why Sant and the other group showed up. It was Maria and Gibson.

"Hello, hello."

Meria's back, which waves her hands and greets them with a wooden shield of iron on the right size. I thought it would be good to take on a potential that looks pretty solid.

"Nice to meet you."

A boy named Gibson should be a teenager. Anyway, he was carrying a sword just like me. Even though it was said to be a defeat of youth, when I saw that I was still on the desperate employment front as a grown-up adventurer, I felt like I had a poor home. I was not jealous of the poor at all, but I was very jealous of his youth.

"We're all here. Then let's go."

As soon as the group arrived, Sant went ahead and said the longest thing he had ever seen. When I heard about the party yesterday, the farmer who asked me to subdue Goblins knew it.

That way we moved to the Quest area along the Sant 'Ivoire. The farm, Cockatrice. There are more quests on the farm than I thought. It is always threatened by monsters because it grows crops in bulk.

Even in modern Korea, the damage to agricultural crops such as millet and gorani has not ceased. Is there anything wrong with this world? Wildlife has just been replaced by monsters. Even the good Goblins are systematically looting crops, so they will turn their backs on the farmer's position.

Goblins.

Yes, Goblin.

Goblins are a small subspecies of the body with a green skin color. Characteristically, the ears and nose are long. They are a little annoying because they know how to use simple tools, unlike other lowly monsters. Knowing how to use tools means they have some ability to roll their heads, so other monsters can do things they don't know how to do.

To make an appropriate assessment, the level is slightly higher than Cobalt. Then I'll have a punch. Anyway, the farm was close to the city, so it was a short walk away. I spoke with the party members.

"Hey, did you say Mr. Cat? Wow, that's tall. Are you of immigrant origin?"

Meria starts asking me if I'm good at sticking. My noticeable appearance often seemed suitable for this curiosity.

"Yes, from Mirkesha. There is no hope for a barbaric hometown, so I came to the big city, but this side has no hope either."

"Heh, yeah?"

"What a height. All of my hometown people are pretty good."

My height is 178 centimeters, which is close to 180 centimeters. It's a little taller than the average man in the world. If you add it to the black-footed Haitian, you will become a barbarian male from a barbarian who has no appetite. Meria thought it was strange.

In fact, I haven't seen a few black-headed people in the city. It seemed rarer than I thought. If you meet a few of those adventurers, you might want to create a clan "Mirkesha Incense Bypass."

"How does home feel? I'm so excited right now. Can't you tell me?"

"Well... so..."

To explain Heljossen, he would not be able to talk for three or four days, but here he decided to hit him moderately.

"It's just a lot of grass, a lot of trees. They're nomads in the first place, so there's no place like home. He's always riding around and around."

"Horse? Horse well?"

"No, that's fucking hard."

"What is that?"

I actually rode a horse in Jeju Islands once, and it was really hard and scary, so this wasn't a gura.

"What about Maria? Isn't it hard to do something this hard with a woman's body?"

It was not prejudice or prejudice, it was a matter of hormones and physical abilities. Women are more difficult to attach to muscles than men, and they are smaller in size. The fact that life is low in the rough workplace of adventurers who live in extreme poverty serves as a negative factor.

There are warriors and knights who have enhanced their bodies with Mana because of this world, and the wizards have increased their personal stamina with buffs. This is a starry world that has nothing to do with me. It's true that women of this level don't get along very well with adventurers.

Even though I've seen a lot.

"Even if it's hard, it's all the same with a sword. If you're a man or a woman with a weapon, it's like being dizzy."

"You're right. With a knife, they're all the same. People don't know that. I think you're wise."

After talking to Maria, I arrived at the Quest area. Sant and Gibson only walked silently without saying anything, but at least I felt lucky Meria was attached.

"You've arrived."

With Sant's skilful guidance, we entered the synagogue. There were ugly and exaggerated Goblin bounty posters in the hall. It dared to cool down, as if it contained the same outrage as a poster of North Korea beating up an unauthorized invasion force.

"Oh, isn't that you, Sant?"

"Good to see you, Chairman Nari."

"Ah, I see. Sant and you are the adventurers who have come to subdue Goblins."

That's when the old man used to tell Sant. Sant and I seem to know someone who looks like they're keeping the area. We simply greeted the old man and then heard the explanation.

"Good. You can trust me with Santa. Kill the Goblin and bring me the headache. If you do that, I'll pay you three coupons each."

"Leave it to me."

I answered confidently. Killing monsters who were weaker than me was my specialty. Goblins are more annoying than Cobalt, but they are more annoying than Cobalt. I've been living with some Goblins.

Goblins are a bit of a rolling head, so they're usually armed with junkies picked up everywhere.

Those junkies are either a weapon dropped by a rogue adventurer who died, or someone's lost it. This is an abandoned blade. It was easy to say that he was carrying things worth money. Even these bastards sometimes carry coins or equivalent items.

This was one of the reasons why it was difficult to see Goblins in Krashheim. If it's money, adventurers sweep away without covering water and fire. It is impossible for the little Goblins to stop the greedy actions-locusts.

"Then let's go. Goblins are more likely to nest in forests or mountains near invaded fields. If you look at the crops that have been looted, it's possible that they've been piled up in caves. If you take it with you, you will receive additional rewards."

Suddenly, when I saw Sant speaking like liquefied oil, I had faith.

"Does Gibson know anything about Goblins? I caught a lot of Goblins, but I don't know exactly what their habits are."

I asked Gibson, who was standing next to Uduckern. Gibson was astonished at it, when I said with great courtesy, "Dozens of cents greater than he is." It is my motto to be respectful if you do not protest or harm me.

I just asked roughly anything because I had to let go of words to be flexible when fighting.

"When I was a kid, I used to defeat Goblins in town, but the humidity... I don't know in detail. I think it's possible to communicate."

He seems young enough now. When the hell are you?

So we went out to find a place where the Goblins might be under the command of Sant 'Ivoire. As with most things, it was also mountaineering.