A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 2

Chapter 2 – Abandoned Mercenaries -2-

Thanks to Nardil’s instructions, we started returning to the city at an early hour.
Delton walked away, probably still grimacing.
It was so childlike that it was difficult to be clubbed.

“I guess you don’t have a boyfriend yet?”

As we were walking side by side in line with our stride, Nardil suddenly brought up a sensitive story.

After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth.

“Yes. He died two years ago.”

Up until now, I hadn’t really been close to anyone, and thanks to that, I still couldn’t properly grasp the concept of sex in this world.
I should take this opportunity to ask you something.

I’ve never been racist, but I think it’s because I look exotic, so everyone puts a distance from me to some extent.

Except for the needlessly enlarged dick, now I am the same as my original body.
A low-class Asian mercenary.

“Oh, um, that’s right.”

I was taken aback by my words, but there was no apology.
According to common sense in this world, she has just committed a great disrespect to me, but it doesn’t matter.
In the first place, I didn’t expect Nardil, a mercenary, to be so delicate.

“It’s okay. But if a spouse or lover dies in an accident like I did, what will happen to those left behind?”

She who taught me simple common sense and farming, including the language of this world, is no longer there.

I missed the memories we had together, but was it because I was full of fears of starving to death, being beaten to death, or freezing to death?
Her sorrow for her had faded to some extent now.

Two years is a very long time.

“What? What’s going on Don’t you know best? I don’t know.”

I nodded at Nardil’s answer.

“Yeah, but I mean, don’t people left behind, like me, meet other people?”

At my words, Nardil made a strange expression.

“What are you talking about? Why do people like that meet other people?”

An attitude of incomprehension.

Okay.
This is the world

I asked just in case, but that’s it.

“Iknow, right. Some madman said that before.”

After answering to avoid misunderstanding, I continued walking.

These bastards had no doubts about groping, as long as they had a good excuse, or had to.
But how will I accept it if I, who is not the subject of fate, crosses that line?

Of course, I had never tried it and had no intention of doing so.
If I do that, I will die.
I hated this world, but I hated dying even more.

* * *

“Ruler. I put ten dinars more for two porters.”

Nardil handed me her little pouch.

“Go, thank you!”

I possessed a folder phone and said thanks.
50 dinars is a very large amount of money for a young girl who has only 32 dinars.

That wasn’t the end.

“Come out tomorrow too. I will take you.”

I almost passed out when she said that she would pay me 35 dinars instead of using only one porter instead of two.

“I will definitely go! Thank you! As expected, because she is beautiful, she has a very kind heart!”

“Yes? You say weird things Anyway, I’ll be waiting for you at the office tomorrow morning.”

Compliments about appearance were only occasionally heard from Delton.
That’s why you don’t know what a beautiful face and lewd breasts you have.
Delton dog fucked baby.

Unfortunately, no matter how much I suck my ass, Nardil won’t feel the opposite sex for me.
It’s not that I’m ugly as a delinquent, it’s because the world itself is structured that way.
And honestly, my face is better than Delton’s.

Nardil and Delton shared the burden that had been laid down in front of them, carried it, and entered the mercenary office.
They’ll now hand the goblin ears to the receptionist and get paid.

My work is done, now it’s time to go back to the cheap inn where I’m staying for a long time.

“Today is a fucking skewer.”

There was a new stall that opened a few days ago, and every time I passed it the boat screamed at the terrific smell.
There is no limit to patience.

As I walked around looking for stalls, the sun started to set slowly, and by the time I arrived, it was already completely set.
Thanks to the scent of the grilled skewers, there was no need for solicitors at this stall.

“Two skewers.”

A street vendor reaches out to my order and then does business without any hesitation.

“Four dinars. Why don’t you eat three instead of two? Specially for five dinars.”

Fuck you.
Three is a luxury.

“Because I am hungry. Just give me two.”

All I ate today was free beer and creek water, but since I was home from work, there was no reason to be proud.

“Come on, take it.”

After receiving two skewers from the street vendor, I hurriedly headed to the inn.
You have to go before it gets cold.

Fortunately, the location was close, so it didn’t take long to arrive.

“Welcome, ha….”

The waitress who was about to greet the guests checked my appearance and crumpled her face and shut her mouth.
This bitch discriminates against people.

“Bring me a beer to my room.”

When I bounced a dinar for beer at the freckled waitress, her expression went sour.

“Could you give me a skewer?”

“No. You know I mean, I’ve been starving all day today.”

Her firm refusal seemed to dissipate her anger and she began to catch her breath.
It’s not my job, so I hurriedly ran into the room and stuck a skewer in the mouth, and it disappeared right away.

“Sir, it’s fucking delicious….”

I did not know what it was, but the sauce was amazing.
My shoulders and back ached from carrying two backpacks all day, but I was happy nonetheless.
It’s unbelievable that thirty-five dinars will fall into her hands when she goes to work tomorrow.

Profit.

“Beer.”

The waitress, who came in without knocking, stuck out her snout and put her beer down curtly.
It’s a cheap inn with no guests, but it’s a pity that I don’t tip.

“Next time, take it yourself. Drink it all and bring the glass quickly.”

“Uh, okay.”

With a flimsy flick of her hand, she let her maid out and drank another beer, half of which was robbed in an instant.
After a bite of a skewer and a bite of beer, all that remains is an empty glass and a wooden skewer.

“Fuck. A beggarly life.”

Out of habit, she opened her pocket to check and found 77 dinars.

I begged and borrowed from this innkeeper before, and the price of the room was 13 dinars.
I have to work non-stop to sleep in a trashy inn like this.
If you sleep outside, beggars might strangle you and search you.

“There are no ephemera, really.

After grumbling, the waitress’ words came to mind, and she hurriedly took a beer mug and went down to the lobby to bring it to me.

The maid looked at me like that and said.

“Why don’t you eat stew?”

Are you crazy and eat that?
There were no guests at this inn, so there was only one food, stew, which was full of hair and bugs.
The taste was like a fucking wooden floor.

“Since I do not have any money….”

“And do you buy two skewers?”

“I’ll give you a tip later, so stop it. It was really hard today.”

It was clear that he was arguing about not giving tips.

No, I was willing to pay up to 10 dinars for one sucker on his dick.
However, this is a world where the concept of selling oneself does not exist.

I had never even seen a prostitute assistant who said she would perform similar acts.

Even if it exists somewhere like a legendary Pokemon, I have no money to pay in the first place.
Thanks to the fate that ended two years ago, I only console myself every day.

‘Wait a minute.’

Looking back, I had never asked for it myself.

Maybe I was quick to judge?

’77 dinars.’

Coincidentally, there was money in the pocket as much as the lucky number.

Instinctively, he took out a dinar and looked at the maid in front of him.
Her scarlet hair has a lot of freckles, but perhaps because it’s a feature of the Western world, her facial features are distinct, making her face more than average.

‘Cheap.’

He opened his mouth, holding out a dinar.

“Are you a man?”

“Oh clothes! Finally! Oh man? Why?”

I was dumbfounded to see the happy maid.
One dinar was a unit similar to handing 1,000 won to an employee at a meat restaurant.

Did he just want to do the act of getting a tip?
It’s been a strange year.

“Just curious. I have?”

As she put her index finger to her mouth, she thought for a moment, then she said.

“Being a man means asking if you have a lover, right? Umm, I have a friend I grew up with since childhood… Why?”

Even though my values ​​have been slightly damaged since I was thrown into this world, I was a very normal modern person, so I asked to keep the minimum courtesy.

‘Fuck, this is my childhood friend NTR.’

Of course Freckles won’t understand what I’m saying, but what if it succeeds?
Wouldn’t the Goddess Church come and kill me for heresy?
What if I call the guards with contempt?

His head began to twitch, but was it because he was a bit drunk from the beer and the fatigue accumulated from the hard work?

“There is something I want to ask you.”

I stopped, I did it.