Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

The festival was almost at the last minute. Each of the churches began to see if the headache gathering competition had begun, and most of the merchandise had begun to be discounted dramatically.

However, it was also a problem that there was no undead. Unlike the festival's original intention to exterminate the Undead completely, the public wanted more Undead.

Elise sighed in the act.

"It's a bad breeze. That's why the festival is going to spoil. Giving out more undead is a terrible idea."

It is strange to notice that it seems very sad to hit such a thing. She didn't want the Undead more than anyone else here.

"The adventurer bastards are all the same. Never mind. It doesn't mean anything. You just want Dalant."

"You're right, but I have no choice but to be upset."

After all, I collected Dalant, but even though I discounted it, it wasn't enough to scam the Grib of the Salvation Army. I also regret that Mr. Undead is very dry. But I don't intend to make tea in front of Elise.

"Then, Barbarian. Let's go. Later, zombies won't be able to watch."

"Let's do it."

Today's party members were me, Claudie, and Copson and Elise. It's Copson. He's sticking around all the time these days, and Elise says he can't do business. Serra says he's folded the plates. I decided to act with us because I had nothing to do with it.

"By the way, it's been a long time, Elise."

"I wonder how you've been."

"Absolutely."

Copson and Elise's face seemed to be the first since they searched the malleolus arch. He voiced without hesitation. I could only sigh at his strange behavior.

"This son of a bitch's voice again."

"Oh, God, I want you to stop talking about his voice! Don't you think I care about voices when I look at women?"

"How nice not to put it on like this."

Anyway, we came out the glottis.

As in the morning, the guard looked very tired.

"Well, there's nothing around here but people."

Claudie said.

It was only armed adventurers with a vicious face that said they were around. They were lazy, sitting around and blazing campfires. It's all due to the absence of undead, so the atmosphere has increased overall.

No, but why do they like to fire?

It's been a campfire since morning.

"That's it."

"I have to go a little further."

It seems that some religions are working on clearing the bodies of zombies in their carts. Rotten hair vibrates.

Those who looked like F-class adventurers were also moving the bodies hard. I am also a plutocrat in the city. They say thank you for letting me do that. It's going to be about five coopers a day.

"The festival is over."

Copson said in an eloquent voice. It was like watching a firework at night. Every time a firecracker explodes, his face is revealed.

Haesha isn't the one who enjoyed the festival the most. He enjoyed himself very much, such as buying strange Goods or eating festive foods from Dalant tribes.

By comparison, I was shaking my Dalant in the unstoppable holy water at the beginning, and now I'm buying nothing to buy a Grib. I didn't enjoy the festival at all.

"Ah, it'll be over."

To be honest, I thought that by the middle grade holy water I would be able to recover with blood, but I saw that the recovery with blood showed no efficacy at all, and all the precious holy water became clear pee and escaped. Siipal, think about it, you son of a bitch.

I decided to ask because Elise was next to me.

"Elise, isn't holy water supposed to work?"

"You mean Holy Water?"

"Yes. I bought a bottle of middle-class holy water when I was in the fold, and it was just a monster. What's the difference? No, can't you recover from the blood?"

In fact, it was Claudie who made the purchase of holy water impulsively. It's because she's been fatigued by her ongoing sexual demands. I couldn't help but cling to it, so I bought it.

"The Holy Water is powerful in pottery, and I'm not sure if it works to restore fatigue. There's probably that kind of misinformation going on in the private sector."

"Potions?"

"Didn't you see Ghost last time? It is the Holy Water that can be used as a valid instrument for such beings. Besides that, it's also useful to lift the curse."

Surprisingly, however, the Holy Water has no efficacy in restoring fatigue.

My legs began to tremble less by the shocking fact that I couldn't believe it.

"Cat, it doesn't work on holy water."

"... Oh, my."

"It's an impetus that can't be dried up. Huhu."

"Holy shit."

I've waited a long time.

But Undead didn't even see the snout. On his behalf, there were only a few adventurers who were as motivated as Undead.

Honestly, I get nervous every time I end up with those guys. Who knows if the bastards will suddenly turn into a murderous robber with a different heart.

"Barbarian, I can't see the Undead. What a waste."

"Hm... let's go deeper. Would that be okay?"

It came a long way, but it didn't really work out.

Monsters hide their tracks from the undead. The forest was so quiet.

"I am in favour. Claudie, what about you?"

"It's okay. Let's go in more."

I have nothing more to do today than this, so the four of us decided to go deeper into homelessness. Now that the king is out, we should take something with us. I don't know if there are any isolated undead hiding somewhere.

"It's not hot."

I was glad the weather was cool as it was. The weather is great, so you can walk as much longer as you want. Around noon, I took a moderate meal and went back into the forest.

"I think it's the first time I've come all this way."

"Where are you?"

The surrounding landscape is starting to get awkward.

Coming this way is the first time I've been in so deep. The time was about 3: 00 to 4: 00. Since I've been in the gym for more than six hours since morning, it's a good thing to go back at this point.

"Uh-huh... Kat. You're homeless tonight?"

"I'm sure. Are you okay? It's cold out there. Is the desert a little hard for you because it's hot?"

"Even the desert nights are cold. And I don't care if you are. It's a little too bad you can't go back to your room. You know you have to be buggy when you get back, right?"

"Burr, bugs? What do you want?"

Claudie, who approached me, clandestinely stroked my back.

I was terrified. You have to insist on something.

- Aurorong.

- Aurororolong.

"You're getting along very well. It's a good thing, but we shouldn't forget why we came here. The undead have appeared."

On the other side, I hear zombies crying. Aurorong, the sound of forced breathing into the rotten vocal cords was not strange. It was supposed to be the sound of the wind falling from the rotten gut, but it was a tone that became unpleasant to hear.

"There are three of them. This is very simple... no?"

We each took out our own barracks.

Copson said to the zombies,

"Babarian, look at that. Something's wrong, isn't it?"

"Huh? What?"

"Take a closer look at the zombies."

- Auroron.

I can barely stop Elise from popping out right now and observe the zombies coming. Something strange? A zombie who never walks by...

"What, those bastards?"

I was a little embarrassed.

The zombies looked a little unusual.

Zombies that have been seen so far are completely rotten and brushed, revealing bones in the grey skin of the magazine, and scattering pieces of vine, draining the intestines.

- Auroron

However, the zombies in these three spheres in front of me looked different.

"A little fresh."

"Uh, yeah. That's it."

According to Elise, those zombies look fresh. No, it doesn't look fresh, but it looks like it's just been a zombie.

"These bastards are so fresh."

I was also properly dressed, and I was no different from a normal person, except that my clothes were bloody and my balls were half torn off. No, in the first place, that's the criterion for cutting zombies and people, but I felt something like that.

"Zombie newbie?"

He even had a knife in his waist. Unfortunately, there are no weapons.

"Looks like the adventurers were in an accident."

"I think so."

"Uh-huh. You look good in blood?"

"It's been a while since I've been a zombie. We need to purify it quickly."

I feel like I came all the way out without a soul, and was attacked by an undead by some mistake and became a zombie. The flesh is barely rotten, the equipment looks fine...

"This is going to be money!"

"I agree!"

Elise pops out first, and me and Copson follow. Elise, who cries out to God, slaps the zombie's throat with a Morningstar.

- Bummer!

"Oh, my God!"

- Ugh!

Then the stalk of a zombie rips open and flies through the sky. It was an amazing power. It creeps me out because of a zombie that doesn't look like a zombie.

"Hey, Copson, don't fry the blood. Cleanly."

"Absolutely."

I also swung the knife and cut my throat clean. When blood splashes on clothes, the value of the item decreases. It's already buried a lot, but it doesn't have to be buried more.

I managed to clean up the three zombies.

"I want you to go where you were originally supposed to be."

Elise prayed, arranging the three zombie corpses side by side. This is the corpse collection I did in the dungeon last time. I wouldn't have done it before, but it wasn't long before I became a zombie, and there were only three of them, so I ran them.

"Then let's get undressed."

"Khhhh, you barbaric bastard. Let's take it off."

I stripped the bodies of their clothes. Although the blood was fried, it wasn't damaged, so I thought I could get some value.

Naturally, it also contained secret wallets and dallants. Harvested satisfactorily and put them all in a sack.

"... this? Cat, look at this."

"What?"

Claudie, who was searching for the body, threw something at me.

It was a metal plate.

"This is an adventurer. Class E?"

E class adventurer defeat.

"Class E"? Were they Class E? It's hard to imagine E class being hit by zombies. What the hell happened? "

Copson questioned.

It's a little strange.

Seeing the defeat, I think his name is just an E class adventurer on the riser. No, I'm an "E" class, and they're pretentious, and they got hit by zombies? I also wondered.

"All three have adventurer vanquishes."

Subsequently, the adventurer paddles were taken from the body of Elise Islands. The names of the two remaining people are Zero and Surjax. They were all E class, and they saw the issuer as Isvant.

"Three people were killed..."

Three armed Class E adventurers are literally powerful. People often ignore it, but their snacks were not negligible when they slaughtered monsters. At least it's stronger than the strength of the back alley.

It was clear that those three adventurers were undead in this place for something else than to make a mistake.

"Maybe he got hit by a gool? That one we met a while ago."

"Oh, that fellow you sliced off in an instant."

If it was a cultivated species, Claudie made it into six pieces in one shot.

"I felt like a strong monster in my own way. Cat, if you're up against it, how much do you have to risk your life? It's not that weird that they're dead."

"Is that so?"

Anyway, if you bring the defeat of the deceased adventurers to the guild, I will give you a certain reward. I took it because I had a chance to level up our adventurer.

Well, I was lucky, though. I thought I was going to beat the crap out of you, but I didn't think I'd get a finished product like this. Unfortunately, we couldn't find the weapons they used, but clothes and belongings. And cash and shoes alone can make some money. Dalant was a dum.

"Gould, that's interesting. Would you like to search the area? If you're the Ghoul who killed the man, you must save him."

Elise said.

I saw Copson's face. Faced with his eyes, he nods.

But I remember Ghoul digging up a corpse.

Aren't they looking too well?