Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"Whoo... whoo..."

"Look, if you put your faith together, there is no trials you cannot overcome."

Elise soberly said. Honestly, I'm glad I won, but I feel strongly that the mob called Flesh Golem won because it's a rogue mob. A body shape with no bellows caught in rotten flesh. And blunt movements. A monster that could hunt enough skilled warriors.

"Then how do we deal with this..."

Despite amputating both legs, Golem was bluffing his arms. I was not able to see if there were a lot of problems with my body structure.

But breaking its breath is a separate story. I'm aiming for my head, which is where I'm completely exposed to the attack of both arms. It was too dangerous. You need to aim for your head or chest to kill it first. That's the problem.

We gathered our heads.

Copson, who had been cleaning up for a while, pulled out the oil bottle.

"There you go. Yeah."

The three of us laughed.

- Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

And he sprinkled two bottles of oil, and threw up the burning firewood, and the fire soared. I vibrated with rotten air. Flesh Golem's butt burns like that and burns hard to the pelvis, spine, and viscera.

"Light bolt!"

-Theep!

The flying sphere of light explodes and adds firepower. He recovered his divine power by drinking the holy water contained in his barrel and meditating. Half-burned side down with a knife, rotten viscera burst out.

Flesh Golem didn't move anymore.

It was right that evil things should be cleansed by fire.

"The sacred is always a triumph."

Elise glanced at the burning Flesh Golem's flesh as if it were the same as that of the Epic Fireman.

"Self, let's start consciousness. We must dedicate this victory to the Order."

"Yes?"

Elise instructed us to circle around Flesh Golem's body. Speaking with such a serious expression, me and Copson had no choice but to follow it. Situated in each of the three orientations, we rotated around the corpse as it was.

Round, round.

Let's go back and dance.

As he was rotating, Elise muttered something similar to a prayer door. I also decided to pick a song to celebrate this victory.

"Clap your hands! Yay! Sing! Yay!"

"What a song. Barbarian folklore?"

"La-la-la-la-la, dance with pleasure! Chu!"

The banquet of madness ended with Elise finishing the prayer door. So, where's Claudie? I ran off to catch a magician, but... you didn't get hit, did you? If Claudie is searched, I will die, too.

- Tuwook.

"Huh?"

Then something flew in the dark. Deguldegul. It rolls and rolls to the ground and reaches before my feet.

"What is this?"

It was a man's head. With familiar tattoos on his face, his head closed and his tongue pulled out. The cutting edge blatantly showed me the whistle. The bloody cervical bones and muscles were clear.

I don't need this whispering.

"He's a drunkard."

Claudie, who is frightened, approaches me.

This headache was what she threw.

"Would it have been better to catch him alive? I'm sorry. I couldn't lay a hand on the Wizard."

"No, thank you very much. Claudie."

Claudie grabbed it and gave it to Elise. Elise naturally tied her hair to her waist.

"Cat, did you get rid of the three of them? Well done."

Claudie stroked my head.

"Well done. The drunkard... what is he doing?"

"Well, I just tracked him down, took a chance, killed him in one room. He didn't know what he was doing, but he was a wizard."

"Yes, Claudie, we're great. I thought you were the best. I didn't think you'd get hurt."

"Huhu, what do you want me to do?"

"Kill him and follow him. Do you live without you?"

"..."

Claudie, blushing in my words, bites her lips while avoiding her gaze.

I was looking for a chance to hit this line, sister.

"Great. By the way, we've earned the Flesh Golem's rank. Anybody know how many talents this is?"

"Huh?"

And apparently I don't know that. Somehow, I had a great feeling. Me and Copson cut Flesh Golem's head off with two trembling hands. This was amazing when I saw it.

"You're heavy."

"Open your sack."

Copson opens his sack. With both hands, I carefully tucked the head bucket in. Three zombie heads and Golem's head are heavy.

"Is there anything else you can take?"

"Isn't everything rotten? I don't think so."

"But let's investigate."

Anyway, we decided to investigate the body a little more. Elise investigated most enthusiastically. First, we need to flip it over and extract the evidence of paganism engraved on our hearts. If this is the case, it fell forward.

"You're not going to flip."

Claudie's strength was not enough. I gave up whining and flipping because I was four.

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Discussions were held on the disposal of the bodies for a short time. Each came up with a few ideas, and they concluded by pulling out an approximate viscera and slicing it with a knife to cut off only the chest.

Although unpleasant liquids were fried, cutting rotten flesh was easier than I thought. I stuck together for a while and sliced my shoulders and back. The finish was built by Elise. After borrowing the knife for a while, she graciously cut off the leather on her chest and folded beautifully onto the belt.

Sister, your performance is great.

The night was deep, but they all slept a little, so they didn't seem tired. Some will blame the excitement of the battle that has not yet gone.

"Huh? This?"

Then Copson pulls something black and round out of the corpse's gut.

Black Crystal?

He wipes the crystal that rips open the grass.

"That's Obro. This Orb feels a very evil energy."

"The Orb?"

"Yes, we need a power source to move these artificial creatures. This Orb seems to have played its part. I feel a very evil energy."

Elise said, regardless of whether the amendment is accepted. Is that so, Orb? This is...

Well, isn't this fucking expensive?

I sent Claudie a glance.

"That's expensive."

She nods.

"Oh, ooh!"

Sunni cheers soared violently! The Raid Boss threw up something useful! I can't believe I won a few Dalits in exchange for an Unidentified Orb!

The words of Elise that followed were also enough to blow my heart out.

"Let the saints and Copson have it. Claudie received the liquor's payment and also helped with the leather decommissioning, so it's natural for me to give it up."

In other words, instead of taking Elise's head and a leather emblem that wasn't worth much to us, we took the expensive Orb. I laughed and gave my consent because it was a reasonable condition.

"Boo, boo..."

But Claudie's reaction was not that part. I was ashamed of being treated as a couple. Elise wedged her like that.

"Isn't it?"

"..."

"Uh-huh, right! We're married!"

With her hands around Claudie's waist, she shrugs completely and covers her face with her hands. I was ashamed of this.

"Anyway, won't you go back? It was a satisfactory harvest. If we leave now, we'll be there by nightfall."

"Didn't you wake up? I'm in favor. What about you, Bavarian?"

"Yeah, let's go, then. We still have oil, so let's make a torch and go."

It took me about six hours to get here, so if I say, "Walk slowly through the night," I'll be there by sunrise. I'm the only one standing here, damn it.

That's how I set out towards the city, wandering through the darkness. The sack was alternated by me and Copson. Elise was Raid's first lieutenant, so I couldn't let her in, and Claudie is also a great performer after defeating a magician.

Copson and I had nothing to do with it.

We took a break in the middle and took a rest. There was no other raid. Now that the Undead is in the forest, there are no monsters. So soon the sun started to rise. It was only then that I set up the night that my eyes were about to close. Let's settle it quickly and go to sleep.

"You can see the wall."

"I'm a little tired now."

A full morning has begun.

I went back to the city past the guard I saw yesterday, who still seemed tired.

"Then I'll let you break up from here. There's too much work to do. I'm sure I'll have a chance to see you next time. Goodbye, then."

Elise has been saying hello.

"Huh? No, hey. Dalant has to take it. Flesh Golem head bucket. All you have to do is change this. Let's go together. How long will it take?"

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't really need to. Sister Blaret has already lost her motivation.. It is useless even if she has it. I have enough water and leather for this pagan."

Elise, who said that, left. All that was left was me, Copson, and Claudie. Well, it's a good thing I split it into three, but... somehow I'm a little sorry.

"Never mind, Cat. Aren't you more tired than that? Let's go to church."

"You're right, Barbarian. Looks like we have a lot of work to do."

Immediately, I went to the Bronze Society Church nearby. The Dalant exchange window was shattered. It was morning, and there was no undead. Only one sleepy-looking priest was defending his place. I went ahead and handed out his sack.

"Priest, what did I bring?"

"Did you bring something special?"

"Guess what. You'll be surprised."

"Hmmm... Did you catch a gourd...?"

As I smiled, I pulled three zombie heads out of the sack.

"Isn't this the head of a zombie?"

"Shoe shoe shoe shoe. Salty!"

Immediately, using both hands, I took out the large head of Flesh Golem and threw it on the receptacle.

"Hey, this! What the hell!"

"Ple is Golem!"

"Flesh Golem!"

All the priests, nuns, and crusaders were around in that cry. I began to be alarmed, as if I had seen what they had come to believe.

"Evil creature!"

"What the hell!"

"Brother, where did you take this beast?"

"Hahaha, calm down, professors."

The fair was held immediately. Someone jumped. When I saw the clothes, I was a senior minister of the Bronze Society.

"Hey, this is...!"

"Aigoo Reverend, aren't you? How many talents can you give me?"

"Bebe Berther, how many Dalants are left?"

"About a hundred and fifty..."

"Give them all!"

Surprisingly, Golem's supply was worth 150 copies. The paladins clapped as they danced with joy. I came out after a lot of question-and-answer times.

"Here, take 50 copies!"

"Awesome. Awesome!"

"You got more than you thought."

"It's a fucking life."

Next was the treatment of the Orb.

"Babarian, where can I sell the Orb?"

"I know a good place."

What, our Black Wizard, Risha Roengreen?

If you take it there and sell it, you'll get a good value. It takes a little while to go to the Slum, but there's nothing to be afraid of when you go to three. In the first place, I'm a man who can shoot a pair of robbers alone.

"Come along."

"Oh, that's when you're going to the Black Magic Store?"

"That's right. That's where you and I first met."

"Huhu, is that so?"

Three of them headed for the eastern gate area. I remember all the way there. I felt very good because I had a good income.

"But what else is the Black Magic Shop? Is there something like that?"

"Uh, did you ever go to the dungeon with me and pick up a staff?"

"I've seen that before. Did you sell the staff well then?"

"Absolutely. I sold it for five silver."

"What! 5 Silver?!"

Copson was appalled. That's when he and Maria sold out. I put on a huge bargain in the alchemist's guild and gave it to you for a lot of money, you idiot.