Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

He went before them with his sword drawn. They were a hundred percent murder robbers. It was clear that instead of killing the undead at the festival, evil bastards kill people in remote places and raise the statue.

"Do you have any business with my brothers? Why, are you asking me if I'm on my way? If you go that way, you'll get Isvant. I sell ice cream there."

I threw the sack with a moderate stupor.

At the same time, he blew his eyes and reexamined his opponent's power.

The length of the knife was longer than mine. Three one-handed swords, two axes. And one mace. The state of the armor was not much, except for the two of them wearing leather vests. I don't think there's anything I can do about it other than my head.

To be honest, it's a livelihood robbery. I don't think they're that bad.

Still, it looked like it was a six-time rally.

"What? Are you lost? What nonsense?"

- Tuck, tuck.

I kicked a rock with the heel of my boot like it was nothing, creating a crisis-free look. Then they burst into laughter.

"Uh-huh, can't you see what's going on? Put the knife down when you say good things, motherfucker. Then I'll save your life."

I'm familiar with macheting, but I don't think they're that skilled at picking horses from scratch.

If he was a good adversary, he was right to shoot down the bow first or talk to the corpse after he killed them all. Robbers should not have long tongues.

"Yes? A knife?"

Now, at what time should we hit the buns?

At least one of them should be killed by my hand.

"Yeah, motherfucker. When you say good things, throw away the knife."

"No, why throw away the knife? You can't just throw this away from my mom."

"What?"

I wondered how long this bastard was going to be able to solve it.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"No, it's a joke. I was embarrassed because he asked me to throw away the knife."

"If you don't want to go through with it, drop the knife. And I know there's two more hiding behind it, so it all pops out."

I looked at Copson and Claudie.

I was stared at.

I nodded and both came out from behind the tree. Kobson had a stiff expression about how nervous he was, and Claudie was no different than usual. No, it seemed rather pleasant.

"Hey, blondie. You put the knife down, too. And you have a woman? Hmph, you're lucky. Pretty. Take off your hood and show me your face."

A skillfully instructed robber immediately began to complain as soon as Claudie recognized that she was a woman.

This son of a bitch has completely lost his fright.

If I knew what kind of woman Claudie was, I'd be awake.

Claudie whispered a little to me.

"Cat, shall we take it off?"

"Don't take it off."

Claudie's ear is all I can see.

"What are you trying to do? Why don't you take off our pretty hood? No, just take off everything you're wearing and show me your tits. It's better to shake it. Cluckle."

"Khhhh, sister! I'll let you live!"

"Take it off! Hhhhh!"

It seems that the rapist was also involved in the robbery and there was no sexual harassment. They didn't seem to have much to worry about since they were three.

How dare you harass Claudie?

I've never done it!

I searched all these bastards.

"Sexual harassment! You're being sexually harassed! This is ridiculous! Apologize now!"

I burst an angry old age. I couldn't forgive myself for sexually harassing Claudie.

"... are you making fun of me now?"

He looked around at his colleague to see if my respectful protest had come.

I think we should get started.

"The teasing is not cheesy. If you want to see her, ask Neg's mom to show you."

"What, what?"

"Didn't you hear? Your mother's tits are huge."

"What is this son of a bitch saying now!"

The strength burst with rage to see if it was not resistant to padlips. When I saw the hoarse attitude disappear, I felt dizzy. No matter how robbed, my mother is a precious law. I grabbed the knife and held it firmly.

"Do you want me to tell you again? Your mother..."

"You motherfucker! Kids, kill them all!"

He shouts with a fitting on his neck.

I was looking forward to this moment.

- Pabat!

"What--"

I stood before the blade and thrust the ground. The preliminary victory is the truth, and the ambush is the shortcut to victory. I was sure these bastards were murderous robbers, and I even sexually harassed Claudie, so this was innocent when I killed them.

"Argh!"

It was his face that he was aiming for. When he saw me in less than two seconds, the frightened man turned his back and curled up with a great blush.

"Asshole!"

What if I bend my back? I stabbed him in the chest with the blade down a little as I was running.

- Phew!

"K헠!"

In an instant, the blade pierces his body. At least 40 cm seems to be stuffed in. Immediately, I pulled the knife and held the position. Bloody blood splattered. Even if you do this, people die. He grips his chest with blood.

"Stupid son of a bitch, that's a fucking tongue."

"Argh!! Huge!"

"No, brother fucker. If you're going to rob me of my advice, you'd better take it easy on Agari. Look, all you did was rob a chick. If you're going to talk, you might want to take a sneak peek like me."

- Bummer!

I fed her breadcrumbs with a cheap kick. He throws up the blood and blinks.

"Huh? You can't rest assured there's more numbers, you fucker."

There were five left.

"Kill that son of a bitch!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Two good-looking men rushed to me. The other three were just dancing and didn't want to go too fast. Wise judgment, but also immature. If you're gonna come and run all at once, you're gonna have to run all at once.

"Copson! Claudie!"

I called my colleagues. Claudie pulls out the curtains and Copson runs out screaming strangely. It was an instant triple objection situation.

"Booooooooooooooooooo!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Copson and the robbery hit. They shared the workshop with all sorts of jerks, including swinging knives and backstabbing each other's wrists. A hundred days later, it seemed difficult to feed the effective tarp.

- Shhh!

Well, Claudie had nothing to worry about.

"Stupid, but brave. Here, take it. Can't you run?"

"Bitch!"

She avoids all attacks as if she were going to re-see the opponent's abilities and swings the curve like a prank. When I saw his face, I decided not to disturb him because he seemed happy.

"You bastards! Come and listen to the patterns!"

Copson and the robbers who were fighting under the cliff clashed toward his colleagues who were watching from behind. Copson also sent me a distress signal.

"Barbarian!"

As I was watching the three movements, I quickly teased myself and cling to Copson's enemies.

"Ugh!"

You can never defeat the two of them alone in the same skill set. I ran out of my way to the guy who was sharing the workshop for a long time, and I immediately tried to run away in fear. Now that I have seen my back, the battle has already been decided.

- Bummer!

"Pretty much!"

I swung the knife obliquely. I stuck it on his shoulder with a sharp trajectory blade. His shoulders widen with a striking sensation of slaughtering pork. Blood gushes out, and he falls forward like a rotten old tree.

"Thank you! Barbarian!"

Copson has thanked you for putting his back neck to the edge of the knife for the murder. It's also familiar with murder.

"Stop that! Stop it!"

"Turn your back and I'll kill you. Oh, Kat. I don't have to care."

"Yes."

Claudie was playing with the robbery. The robber was only looking for an opportunity to escape, but not Claudie's aggression. She harasses the robber with a knife, as if she were playing with a rat captured by a cat.

"Fuck!"

One of them, who immediately saw two people searching, turned around and fled. I didn't mean to miss the kettle I caught in the liver. Me and Copson ran out screaming.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

"Arghhhh!!!"

Now that one person is here, this is the situation of objection. Life was of the utmost importance in combat. The pecking side loses first. I was already fed with blood by the sword, and I was never going to lose.

A chest armor that protects a knife and chest that is longer than the other person. And now that I'm kicking a gauntlet that can stop the enemy from attacking with my forearm, it was a moron to be scared.

It's been a long time. You're more likely to win by jumping into combat than by flying like that. Even when you're dealing with a man who cares about his comfort, he's more scared of running bumps than he is of walking through the workshop carefully.

Theory of combat and practical swordsmanship learned from Karin. And the difference between enhanced skills and overwhelming equipment made me a brave warrior. I was a Korean who became infinitely stronger than me.

"Mr. Speaker, fight the fuck out!"

"Fuck you! Fight!"

"What?!"

One of the two remaining judges immediately turned around and fled. The robbers had no reason to be loyal. As such, it was a situation of this kind.

"Wait a minute!"

That was his terminal. He was used without force by Copson and my knife. We snatched his body like a demon. These mischievous bastards. It would have been wishful if they had attacked us at once as soon as they found us.

Turning Agary around on the subject of robbery was their defeat.

"Hey, Klaus... you're still playing."

I ran to Claudie. She was cooking the robbery with sweat and blood.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Now Gmaan..."

"Oh, Kat. Are you here?"

"Yeah, I got three already. They both ran away."

"Hoo-hoo, you two beat the five? You did a great job."

Claudie, who saw my face, welcomed me with a bright face that I could never imagine was a man who was cooking with a knife until now.

As she said, Claudie had only marked one person, so it was no different that me and Copson had won against the five. It was a tremendous achievement.

"Khhhhhh..."

"Oh, my."

Finally, a completely exhausted robbery collapsed. There are many scratches on the blade, but none of the fatal wounds appear to have been Claudie's toy. He stretched out as a goddess and panted.

"Hmmm, how do I do this..."

"Hey, Copson, hold this motherfucker still. From now on, I'll show you the beheading of Nanny Manny Gimcott."

"Hmph, what a barbarian. Well, I see. What these murderous robbers need is a harsh law."

Copson trampled on his chest. The robber pleaded to save his life with tears. However, the heart should not be weakened here. It's a pity, but there's no way to kill him now. The Buddha in his heart told him to cut his throat quickly.

"Sa, save me. I'll do anything, so please..."

"Wait a minute."

"Huh? Why?"

Claudie, who lifted the flashing knife, looked up at me.

She looked at me and opened her mouth.

"Cat, isn't it a little too much to kill like this?"

"Too bad? It's definitely too bad, but torture has no hobby."

"Torture, what are you talking about?"

"Hmm? So?"

"An opportunity to gain practical experience."

"What, practically?"

She smiled bitterly and looked down at the robbery she was breathing. Practical experience? I thought about it a little bit after listening to it, but it seems ridiculous to try to do something terrible...

"Hell-Khan's duel. Why don't you try it? I'll see to the judgment."

"A duel, my God."

Then it happened the last time I hit Morris. Are you trying to keep the duel with me?

"Huh, no?"

"No, well. All right."

"Hoo-hoo, I thought about it. You're my man."

I decided to do what she said because nothing was too much of a problem. Wouldn't Claudie have to give it to you if she wanted to? And most of all, I wanted to test the swordsmanship I've learned so far.

Didn't you keep killing people by surprise or something like that? Once such a weary one, I needed to try a proper one-on-one duel.

"Get up. I'll give you a chance."

Claudie told the fallen robber.

"If you fight and win, I'll let you go."

"... Argh!"

"I told you to get up. Are you going to cut off your ears?"

"Hey, I'm getting up!"

The blade is placed on his ear, and he is forced to rise. The appearance seemed incredibly difficult. Bumped with sweat and blood, he vomits his breath roughly. It is strange to lose if an enemy is like that.

"Yes, with a knife. If you try to escape, you will be punished by the name of Hell-Khan."

At that, the robber slowly picked up his sword. It was a terrified look. Claudie had a cruel side. No, it was just cruel. In the first place, she said she didn't want to see a man like that.

Claudie cries out to the sky.

It was a prayer to dedicate a duel to Hell-Khan, the Archangel of YAHUSHUAN.

"If you win, I'll let you go. Cat, come on."

"Uh... yeah. Don't forget to win and give you glory."

"Huhuhu, thank you. So we start?"

A duel has begun.

The intensity burst into pain.

"You, you devil bastards!"

"What are you talking about, you idiot?"