Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Arriving at the Adventurer's Guild just before sunrise, a familiar man was sitting at the table drinking beer. I didn't want to pretend to know much, so I went straight to the window.

In the window was a small tall male employee. It was a dwarf with bursting forearms on his body.

"Perhaps the Cockatrice Subjugation Party..."

"Oh, that's the guy sitting there."

"..."

I stared at the table where the man was sitting, who had nothing to say. The man who noticed my gaze waved at me. It's been a long time since I've had a party with that son of a bitch.

"Hey, Barbarian Shack. Long time no see."

"Copson, you son of a bitch... you've cut more than you've ever seen. And shut up because I'm not a barbarian."

Copson, a male E adventurer with a lot of freckles tied behind his head, wasn't even a friend who was promoted to an E adventurer on the same day as me, he was just one of the bastards I knew.

I sat across from Copson.

"Kilkill... is this the one sitting at the same table as me on the subject of the Babarians? Shouldn't you be calling this a Cityguard?"

"I'm really looking for you."

He is a kind of racist who enjoys racist jokes. Of course, I thought it was a sign of friendship, but I don't really like that word "barbarian."

"By the way, did the equipment get better? Where did you come from?"

Kobson's equipment has improved considerably over a long time. When I saw him wearing a helmet with a chest armor, I felt like I had touched some money. Honestly, I was jealous, and my whole body started tickling.

"I came to play on the [Mud Pit] side. I don't know if I'm gonna get promoted to the D rank anytime soon."

"I don't think you're getting promoted. But what, they're taking down Cockatries today? Looks like you and I are having the same party."

"Ah, is that so? What a coincidence. Anyway, I'll try my best. If you see my skills that have increased in the meantime, you will be surprised and drowned."

I talked to Copson about this. The sun is about to set, but was it the wizard you heard yesterday? Anyway, I don't think he's here yet. It's prejudicial, but when I look at keeping people waiting, I feel like a psycho. The wizards are all they are.

[Die, Wizard] is the motto of my life. I hated the wizards. Another motto might be [Death who still lives today].

"Do you know anything? I'm introducing you to the guild. I don't know the details."

"I don't know, but I heard Cockatrice appeared in the western grain zone. But I don't think your vigilante is the opponent. So I only know that I'm going to subdue one of the C class wizards."

"Shit, I know all about it."

I don't know what it is.

"Well, we'll have to wait for the wizard to come."

"Would you like a drink? Of course, the Barbarians do."

"Get the fuck out of here."

People of this age have been drinking like water, so I have no objection to working while drinking. Of course I'm not.

"Are you guys the Cockatries?"

As I was killing time, I heard a woman's voice from behind. I looked back because I wanted to finally come. How can you keep people waiting like this, you little...

"Oh! Long time no see, nigger."

The woman who saw me has done a sieve. Nigger?... What is it? Who was this woman? My head swiftly turned. There are some people who call me nigger...

"...!"

At that moment, I was as surprised as a cat who saw cucumbers. I was so surprised I couldn't even scream. It was more shocking than being struck by lightning.

What was before my eyes was a joking pink-haired wizard. He was a little smaller than me, and he had a staff bigger than my height, which was probably good, and the important thing was that he was wearing a purple robe that would reveal half his big breasts.

I remember forgetting my heart. I was terrified in my heart. Damn it! The Wizard in front of me was Winia! Are you a Class C Wizard who is participating in our subjugation party?!

"Don't you say hello?"

Winia, with her eyes thinned, said:

"Khh... Bar, it's good to see you... Winia..."

As I greet awkwardly, I stop twisting my tongue. Awareness and self-esteem cannot follow this reality now. My mouth hardens at this shocking reunion and I can't speak properly. When I was so nervous that I greeted her so hard, Winia's expression turned ugly for a while, and suddenly she smiled.

"Do we have to pay our respects? Just take it easy, take it easy!"

Winia, who is marvellously stretching her tongue, knocked on my back and said, In the shock, I felt like I was going to spill the inn soup that I had for breakfast. I wonder if the Wizard is more powerful than my mattress. I've had half my HP already.

"Oh, I can't do that to Winia..."

How could I let go of my words to this bitch? I can't do such a dangerous thing when I wake up dead. Winnie chewed the flesh because she was trying to get it out like that.

"At ease."

"Still..."

It seemed like life was about to unfold.

"Do it."

In that highly pressing tone, I felt great fear. My whole body began to tremble like a living creature. Save me, Copson. I look at Copson pitifully, and he's just watching us with an expression that he doesn't know English. That son of a bitch didn't notice.

"Do you understand?"

I stopped giving up because I felt like I'd become a vent if I rebelled any more.

"You, Nemo, of course... Is that so?"

"Huhu, yeah. Take it easy, take it easy! We'll be working together from today, right?"

I had a gut feeling the dog was fucked. It wasn't once or twice that I worked with her, but I never remembered having fun. It's all just a hell of a memory. Even now, I wanted to quickly declare my party and leave. However, the receptionist did not know his face.

"Winia, do you know him?"

There was a gentleman who seemed to have something to do with it. Looks like it's our party.

"Yes, my friend."

If I'm friends with you, I'll be friends with everyone in the world, you fucking bitch. A bath filled my throat. The gentleman of Qingqiang looked at my face like that.

"Are you from Mirkesha?"

Mirkesha is a collective term for nomadic peoples who live without clear borders. They are commonly called Babarians in contempt, and their greatest trait is that they have black hair and black eyes. They look like me, to say the least.

"Oh, yes. There's a tribe called Korea on the defensive, and it's from there."

I deceived my country of origin by hitting a familiar gura. Mirkesha had many tribes living on a tribal basis, so it was not unusual for any tribe to have a name. It was perfect to fool my vague identity.

"I see. Well, I don't care where you're from. Nice to meet you. I'm William."

"My name is Kat. He's an E class adventurer."

William said he was a Class C adventurer like Winia. A Class C adventurer is a significant veteran. They are skillful enough to defeat medium-sized monsters. In addition, Cockatrice is a monster that looks like a giant bird that stands on two feet. He is the representative of a medium-sized monster.

"Are you done talking? So you want to go? And nigga, come here."

"Yes..."

"Nigga, don't you hear me? You want to stay that far away from me?"

"Oh, no, not like that..."

Approaching the aesthetic Winia, Winia strokes her head that I could be a big dog. The situation is so humiliating that my body is hot.

"Then we're off."

Leading William, I followed the group depressingly. I couldn't even imagine how painful things would be in the future. He even said he was planning to take the wagon because there was a little distance to the western grain area.

You're supposed to be with this bitch for a long time? I was desperate. The memories of the F-class adventurer's hellish days began to rise again.

"You Barbarian Shack, you have good abilities."

Copson said to me, "I'm so jealous to know if I'm such a good body sorcerer," but I really think I should be jealous.

There was a little bad luck with Winia. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Almost unilaterally, though.

It's the story of when I was just an F-class adventurer. I was a Dimensional Illegal Immigrant who made a day and even had a hard time living a day, and I was once hired as a worker at a party that included Winia.

The job was to carry luggage or carry loot instead of the luggage of F-class adventurers. I've been following them all day, enduring the labor of a murderous robber. Only to make money to live tomorrow.

Then these vile bastards made fun of me. I worked for a day, but I didn't pay for what I promised. Then he disappeared laughing at me.

At that time, people knew they could hate people. They may have been fooling around, but there was a life on this side. Of course, I was indignant. I couldn't go crazy and had nowhere to complain, so I had to swallow my tears alone by grabbing my hungry stomach... It's a disgraceful memory. Class F adventurers, who have nothing to do with vagrants, live in all kinds of discrimination. Among them, my appearance, which resembles' Barbarian ', has intensified such discrimination. Of course, as an E class guild protects its rights, there was no such blatant discrimination when it was promoted, but it still exists in hiding.

Anyway, one day I kept on telling the story and living it tight.

On a good day, I found the rest of Winia by myself. She was the enemy of my Fortune Wolves. Anger soared in an instant. Winia was a wizard, but she was a woman and smaller in size than me. I thought I could knock it down enough and do the flutter of the day. At last I had a weapon in my hand. I decided it was a good opponent to try.

And I was close enough to ask Winia for a diary without knowing the fountain, and then I felt the fear of death and ran away.

"Damn it."

There have been horrible incidents like that, but there are no stars. Since then, many encounters have taken place in the guild as the same adventurer, and every time I was close, I was forced to work unpaid with Bilmie. Some of them were beaten like dogs on a Sunday. It was impossible for a cocksucker like me to beat a wizard. It was a hell of a life. It was literally "steamy cats in the world."

So I was relieved to go to another neighborhood these days, but this crazy coincidence...!

And what's the new "C" class, bitch? If I do this, I won't win!

... even if I say so, I'm an "E" now. You can't just roll me around like you used to, protecting my rights in the guild. I swallowed my hatred, looking at Winia's face, laughing at a single bungle of what was so good.