Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

- Gross.

It was a legitimate law to speak with a sword without saying anything. Crazy dogs are drugs, not clubs. I needed to have a frank conversation with Maurice.

"Why? Would you kill me with that?"

"Who do you kill? If you keep saying that people are not some son of a bitch, they're gonna kill you."

I intend to kill him.

Unlike pulling out a knife, however, Morris seemed relaxed. I don't think you've had that kind of maneuver once or twice. Have you been through this a lot? Either way, there's no way to solve it now, except for the bloodshed.

"So what's with the knife? Party members die... I guess I want to retire as an adventurer."

"..."

I frowned.

Reporting to the guild by adventurers is also a procedure to ensure their safety. Extremely speaking, they could be undercover robbers who lure you to a party and then kill you.

If a death occurs at a party registered with the guild, it will be investigated. Morris said it.

"All the people here, too. Four of them went hunting, but only three are coming back? Do you think those three will be able to foot the Adventurer Guild?"

Most importantly, if a party member dies, the surrounding adventurers will be branded "The ones who let their colleagues die." I have doubts, even if I don't. "Isn't that the reason you tried to take the money? 'There is no doubt that we are doing it.

Then the adventurer's life in the city is over. You can't even save a colleague, you have to eat and live alone. Then there is no answer but to flee to another city.

Morris was a scoundrel who used the ecology of such adventurers to extort money.

I felt confident that the method would work again this time.

"Son of a bitch, your tongue sucks. Because if I go after you, all three of us are fucked. Shut up and hand over the leather? You're pulling money like that? Aren't you ashamed?"

"You tend to talk nonsense. And I don't know how many times I have to say it, but I'm not handing over leather. It's just a legitimate claim."

He came out in such a way that he was completely out of the boat. Just give me a leather butt or kill me and fuck all three of you.

It was a really great gang. To put it a little differently, it was a true warrior who could risk his life to make money. That's what it looks like. That's class E. Cancer. I must always be careful not to be that person.

"Mr. Katt, you don't seem to be making sense. You should just move on..."

"No, Mr. Gibson. So let's hand that over to the butt? Five coupons per person, five coupons. Big fucking money. And once you look this funny, you'll see more and more puppies like a bunch of bees."

The adventurer industry is a fucked up structure that looks ridiculous once in a while. Winia is leading the way. I grabbed Ho Ho once, so he didn't just feed on his soul. That way, persecuting a low-rank adventurer was not yesterday.

But if I cut Morris off here by myself, the penalty goes back to Gibson and Claudie. I have become troubled... I cannot stand in the way of the two of you alone. I'm a conscientious man, too.

It's ridiculous that that's because it costs about five coopers per person. It's a lot of money, but it's not for life.

However, if I don't chew Morris here, I won't be able to reach out and sleep. Morris is distracted because I can't even hold the knife.

"You're just trying to kill a man to steal a leather, you're a barbarian. Actually, I've been anxious since I first saw you. But I have an idea. There's nothing good about killing me."

Fuck.

Kill this motherfucker.

"Mr. Gibson, Mr. Claudie. I want to kill that son of a bitch, but can I?"

"Please calm down, Mr. Cat."

Gibson seems to be a teenager, so there's a lot to lose. I waited for Claudie's answer. With the principle of majority voting, she would unhesitatingly swing the knife if she allowed it. She stood still with her arms around her neck.

She opened her mouth as she stood silently smiling.

"Oh, that's a neat guy. I like it. You have to have good intelligence and savagery at the same time. Those guys are rare these days. None of them, or only one of them."

Claudie, who approached me, looked at me like she was scanning from the bottom of my foot to the end of my head. Somehow, I feel like I have a tall inventory and a wide shoulder.I 'm embarrassed by my endless physical examination.

"Cat, I think you both have."

"Uh... is that good?"

"Then!"

- Mate!

She claps and shouts as she looks up at the sky.

"Hell-Khan, the Dark One! I will borrow your name here now to defend the field of duel! Please give your blessing to the two warriors!"

It was as if they were praying to their gods. The chapter of duel? What are you going to do?

"Cat, put the knife on the floor."

You want me to put the knife down? Oh, yeah.

After realizing the meaning of the word, I threw the sack off my back and unbuckled the Sword Belt and put it on the floor. That's the way it was. I stretched with my arms and neck turned.

"Hey, did you say Morris? You put the axe down, too."

Claudie also asked Maurice to put down the axe. But where does Morris listen to others? He repulsed, of course.

"Why should I?"

It was the moment Maurice questioned.

- Spatula.

With a tremendous force, the two curvatures draw a clear trajectory. Claudie, who sculpted Maurice's axe, laughed bitterly as she swung the curve with a strange knife movement.

"Because I told you to."

"Uh-uh..."

The shattered axe falls under Morris' feet. He stares at it with a desperate look.

"I wish I could just kill you and end it, but this city is starting to like it. I need to settle this peacefully."

Then Claudie smiled at him and said,

"From now on, I will conduct a duel without weapons. Let the winning side decide the disposition of the leather."

"Brawl, duel? That's funny. Why should I follow you?"

"Huhu. Your doctor is irrelevant. I've already prayed to Hell-Khan."

A duel.

That was the plot. When I threw away my weapon and squeezed it, it was no problem. Wow, I've been living so badly these days, I've been thinking about covering it up and killing it, but there was such a peaceful solution!

I immediately applauded Claudie. She smiled at me.

"Cluckle, you're fucked now. Do you know what a real estate law is? That's what I call a quitter."

I presented the three poses of the Intellectual Property Act for the purpose of threats.

"Kuikui."

From now on, it's legitimate give-spam time.

Morris screams as I walk aloud.

"I mean, I've only been an adventurer for over 20 years! If you do this, you will have to inform the guild. Well, either way, it'll be harder to be an adventurer."

"You must have stuttered Mr. Morris."

I flirted with a smile full of joy. His face was twisted all at once. I'm guessing this is unexpected. I thought about killing him and what to do with his back, and I never thought about solving it with my fist. Mutuga had a decent culture.

"Well, I think we're both ready. Then get started. I'll take care of the runner myself. Hell-- I'll punish you in Khan's name."

Morris looked around in a panic. But now there was no one to help him. Gibson will help you, or Claudie, who declared a duel. His friendship is not here.

I grabbed a fist full of gauntlets. It was literally a fist of steel.

"--that no one can dry."

"Poetry, you're making a mistake! You guys!"

I stood in front of Morris. He clumsily realized that he couldn't escape either. However, unlike the younger one, he was in his fifties. With such an old body, it was physically impossible to beat a young flesh with a single window of water.

Abbreviated on.

"Impulse déjà aah!!"

I blow the lion's hoof and punch it with the power of my own soul. At this moment Gauntlet was not a defense gear. It was just a homicidal weapon in hand.

- Bummer!

"Taste the Steel Fist!!"

The sound of a gentle blow sounded. With the sound of that scratching, an incredible sense of relief climbed up the arm and reached the brain from the punch that hit Maurice's face. A sensation of delight, I burned my jealousy.

"Whew!"

Morris' facial flesh fluctuated and his fist-yellow teeth sprung out brilliantly. The view seemed like a slow motion.

"Argh!"

He rolls backwards as he falls. Critical hit. Continuous attack. A skill that suits a fallen opponent. I jumped big and plugged an elbow in him.

"Judgement Elbow!"

"Huff, huff!"

His body was solid in its own way, but could not overcome the wind waves of years. There was more softness. All sorts of strikers went into him after he fell. At this moment I was the master of steaming. It's also the master of fist steaming.

"Well done! Whoo!"

Claudie bursts with resilience.

It was the moment of the disappearance of mercy from my fist, which was still faint, without the support of the Round Girl.

"Krog! Argh! Stop, stop! Stop...! Caracas!"

That led to a time of mental remodeling. Claudie, the referee, said it was my victory and ripped the leaves of the wild flowers and sprinkled them on me, but as Maurice's attending physician, I decided to have a little more time because my healing performance was still unsatisfactory.

This time it's an ancient master therapy.

I took Claudie's three-piece axe sack into both hands.

- Fresh sweat.

"Hoo, mister, are you being nice now?!"

"GelGelgel..."

In the end, the duel was over until Morris was completely chewed off. He sprays bubbles from his mouth.

The satisfaction of not killing a man and the pride of his heart rose from the bottom of his heart, thinking that he had re-socialized him as a sociopath.

"Hmph, that was great! This must have been fun for Hell-Khan!"

Claudie smiled at me and slapped me on the back. It was only the same blow that the armor was falling. I think I've seen this before.

"Well, you won. So how do you like leather?"

I sat on Maurice's boat. What to do with leather? I'd rather sell it and share it, but then I was reluctant to return to Morris' share.

Apart from Maurice, it was a little heartbreaking for us to share. He was my patient. One day, we had an affair that transcended doctors and patients.

"Then... Oh, I hope so."

So what do we do with it? Gibson gets caught because I gulp.

If so, there is one answer.

"Take this leather from Claudie."

"Huh? Me?"

As if she were surprising, she tilts her head.

"Yes, it was Claudie who handed it over in the first place. You took off all these scale wolves in the first place. If that's all you've done, I think it's best for Claudie to just take it."

Gibson had nothing to contribute to the resolution of the situation, so he decided to just hand it over to Claudie. Peeling leather is also a technique. If it weren't for her, it would have taken more time, and she would have stripped me of my clumsy skills and not been paid for it.

"... good. I'll take it from there."

"Fuck that."

"Fuck?"

"Buy something delicious."

Claudie, who takes the leather, stares at my face for a while.

"Why. Shame on you."

"... nothing. Now, let's go back."