Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Since then, I have not been able to find the scale wolves much sadly.

I only found one.

- Phew!

Gibson pulls out a knife stuck to Wolf's scaly neck. I just succeeded. Luckily, me and Gibson's cooperation went in very smoothly, and I was able to hold my breath.

"I've also collected magic herbs in four leathers, so I think I can earn between 25 and 30 coupons per person."

Wiping the blood on the blade, Gibson said.

With a simple calculation, a piece of Scale Wolf's leather would be about 20 coopers, so it was a decent day if sold together with horsepower herbs. I've been lucky enough to make a lot of money these days, so I usually get 15 coupons a day, but my mouth is ripped off.

Of course, I'm not selling for a quest.

"That's a good profit. So I guess it's okay to go back?"

I feel a little early, but I think it's okay to slam Shimei here. Noodles' peppers (not sexual) caught my eye. It's a little too bad, but there will be another chance, as they live well everywhere.

We left the position behind with the body stripped of leather.

- Kung, kung.

- Khung.

"It's a bunch of games."

I was returning to the road where I had hit Shimei, and I had a friendship with a group of amusements by the time I got to the moss zone. The number was five.

Then let me see your hands when I meet you.

- Ugh...

These are monsters that can stand on two feet with a dog-like head, and they're on the same line as Kobolt and Goblin. If you rank combat strength for each object, the play is the strongest, followed by Goblin and Kobolt.

Of course, I don't want to. If you just watch out for biting the branches, you can beat four at the same time. Their grip is negligible, but they and I have an absolute race car. As I've always said, my weight is above mine.

"I will kill you because I am disturbed."

"If you let go of something useless... it will disappear on its own."

"If you don't know it, you'll just have to go ahead and watch it."

Morris was right about being useless. Without Risha's request. It was absolutely necessary for me to carry out a double referral.

"Hmm, I hope this is it."

I picked up a rock that was rolling around.

Yes, it's been a long time since I tried Magic Bolt.

I've been a little sore lately because I don't use a barrel. I throw up the candlestick, pretending not to throw, whistling, and beating the power helmet as it is.

- Wedge!

Trang Stones cleaved the void. The distance from them was a bit far, but it was thrown nicely. The disadvantaged victim was one of those who stared at us foolishly.

- Paaaaaaaaah!

- Khh!

"Nice!"

He breaks his head and doesn't die with the sound of a bang... and screams once and then rushes to the path. All five of them fled in astonishment.

"No, damn it. Those bastards."

You don't want those lowly monsters. I think my skills are rusty. God damn it. I hurt my pride a lot.

"You kicked him out. Now go."

"Chew."

Well, I don't care if you take care of the cock tomorrow. Possession of those nasty, cruel bio-dildoes will contaminate your mind. Let's just pick it up on the last day.

You don't have to.

That's my motto.

You do it when you're done.

- Krrrr...

- Grass.

"Uh."

One of the runaways suddenly collapsed as if he had lost his mind. He just got stoned in the head. Is the concussion a little late?

I was just trying to move on, but you can't do this. How dare you fall down there?

I popped out of the crowd and ran out to play.

- Kung, kung!

- Kung!

The total number of plays was five. However, one had already collapsed due to a concussion, and the other two fled without even looking back at this injustice.

There were only two left. As if they were supposed to protect their fallen comrades, they come out in front of the fallen in fur, blocking their way and barking threateningly. Fries the saliva while revealing the fangs. It was the greatest enemy and threat to me.

"Ho... you want to protect your companion?"

I admired it.

Humans are trying to burn themselves for injured colleagues in a shitty world where they beat each other's backs and rob their pockets. Then the play was highly intelligent. He seemed to understand the concept of peer affection as highly intelligent.

- Kung Kung!

- Kung!

I was heartbroken by their tearful friendship. Howling aloud for fear of death. Nevertheless, they did not flee.

We need to take the good guys' cocks out like this. If this was going to happen, I should not have just thrown stones, but ignored them and expelled them.

I am not a scoundrel who beats and beats anything. I would have clapped and gone cold in tears at the sight of a man who smelled like this, but for some reason, I had a mission to collect the peppers of amusement.

Unfortunately, I have no choice but to kill them all.

Don't you have to take what you want?

I'm so sorry.

The sins of those good men were nothing but blocking the path of a cruel human being to protect his wounded companion. I don't even know how to kill them. But I had to do my job.

"... I'll make it easy."

I swallowed my tears and swung my sword.

- Spatula.

Play is a bipedestrian monster. Therefore, interpersonal swordsmanship against humans is effectively eaten by other monsters. Just as I learned from Karin, I wield a sword with murder.

They don't have thick leather or scale-like armor, so a knife with centrifugal force and acceleration blows and ends up with it.

"Goodbye."

I fell down with a clear trajectory. It was a clean strike. Other players didn't run away from it. It was an eye that knew exactly what he was doing. He also cut his throat.

The sword attack speed is faster than I thought. Cutting power as fast as possible is also excellent. Dropped two Knolls' necks and confirmed the killing of Knoll who had fallen with a concussion. By then, the group that followed had arrived. Morris said it was useless, and Gibson and Claudie asked why he killed him.

"When you look at a monster, it's good bread."

I replied appropriately, pulling out the knives and pulling out their peppers. For now, the group passes me unnoticed and then runs clandestinely, but Claudie glances at me to see if she's been watching.

"What the hell... why do you keep that? Your hobby is worse than you think."

"It's a misunderstanding. Someone asked me to bring it."

"Does that make sense? Ah, right. There used to be a habit of roasting the penis of a horse among nearby tribes... There must be a cultural difference between the tribes."

I think I bought an absurd misunderstanding. What the hell are those crazy bastards that grill horses' penises? Anyway, after obtaining three Nol's peppers, I literally put those unpleasant things in the sack and followed the group.

It happened on the way back.

I found another Scale Wolf at the last minute, almost out of the swamp. I fought with a lighter heart to get the last bonus. It was no big deal. I drive, Gibson hurts. He fled towards Maurice.

However, Scale Wolf, who was running away, received Morris who lifted the axe high. Momentarily turning and jumping, Morris failed to respond. Claudie pierced Scale Wolf's throat with a dagger and killed him while he and Maurice were struggling.

"Are you okay?"

"..."

Gibson said, causing Morris to fall. Morris looked very angry with the scars on his face and neck. Well, now that I'm back in town, I don't really care what he did. Let's take a look and talk.

So we succeeded in making a total of five scales of Wolf's leather. Each of them took one and turned the remaining one into money. I tried to say that.

"I'll take this."

Morris said as he scratched his head. He picks up the leather with his right hand. The tone was so natural that I thought I was saying something natural.

What are you talking about?

"Oh, you listen to that? You can just put it in my sack. Thank you."

I thanked him for wanting to know if the concept of 'take' as he said was not 'take', but if he said he would take it (listen) and go back and settle it. He also showed conceptual behavior at the last minute whether there was a stabbing.

"What are you talking about? Didn't I kill two of them myself? Then it's only right for me to take another one. This is up to me."

"What."

But my hopeful predictions were miserably betrayed.

"You take what you kill. This is the law of adventurers. Don't try to covet others."

"Mother, Siberian. This is amazing. Look at this motherfucker talking."

I was struck by the shock of getting my head hammered by his incredible logic deployment. If the radical sophists had listened to Morris, they would have fallen into shock.

Obviously he hit Makta 'twice'.

"Hey, Emmetzin. Did you kill him yourself?"

However, it is nothing more than a stung of seasoning by team members. No, Makta did a good job, so it's not a trivial achievement, but I have to devalue it because it makes me talk like a dick. You cocksucker.

The ability to kill five Scale Wolfs stems from the bloody efforts of all party members. If I had been alone, I would never have been able to kill so simply. That's why we're having a party.

"Hey, Emmetzin? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Your mother exploded and died in pieces."

"... I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, I didn't kill him myself, but I did."

"You cut it all up front and back, and you killed it?"

Seeing his attitude, it seemed like it wasn't once or twice that he was doing this. Even if I spoke in an overwhelming tone, there was no pecking hue. I'm sure he's been through a lot until he's that age.

"You're not good at listening. But I'm the one who killed him. You don't have to wrestle anymore."

"How old are you? How old are you? What you got is over fifty fucking balls, why do you think that's a dick?"

"You're disrespectful."

"Fuck!"

Even at that age, there is a reason it is Class E.

He was a real bastard.

But I can only praise a hard mentor who doesn't bow down to my swearing.

Sometimes there are guys like this. I have a little bit of skill, but there are adventurers who live and earn money by nature. I've only been partying with normal people for a while, but in fact, most adventurers are just scumbags who have lost their personality.

When I start to recite what I was told when I was in F class, I don't end up talking day and night for three days. Elise... Copson... Maria... meeting them has weakened my heart.

"Here you go, Mr. Cat. Calm down, and I don't think so, Mr. Morris. Killing monsters is something that all of our party members..."

Claudie looked at Maurice with her arms on, and Gibson approached him with a piece of paper and said,

"You have a lot to say to a kid who didn't do his best. This is why we can't have a party with the kids."

"..."

Morris was restless.

According to Maurice, it's Gibson who cut off the breath of the fourth scale wolf, and if you say you don't have anything to say, it won't be right for you to go back and forth.

"I know there are no complaints. This is my rightful share. Let's go back now."

Morris over his shoulder with the axe tried to turn around naturally. Certainly, this technique seems to be a good idea for inexperienced adventurers. Once you see Maurice's big axe, you'll be able to get over it.

But I had no intention of accepting such a cocksucker. Especially if it's about money.

I stared at Morris while suppressing a boiling impulse.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Morris said.

"There's a lot of shit, asshole."

I pulled the knife.