## Chapter 173 – Dancing With Orcs
Wienia, who had been lying down until yesterday, had recovered her health. Honestly, if it weren’t for the 3P, she would have been energized sooner. Such lewd owners of sexual desire.
“Still standing?”
“Stop touching it.”
Claudie, who was stuck to my back with her chin on my shoulder and fiddling with my penis, had also regained her energy long ago. She said that she had recovered most of her mana by sleeping soundly and releasing her desires. As a result, her cold had also healed naturally.
How can the body of a half-elf (dark) with mana be so durable? I can only be envious.
“Unnie… stop it and take your hand away, okay?”
Wienia looked at us and said with dissatisfaction. At those words, Claudie took her chin off my shoulder and turned around.
“Do you want to do it?”
“…Yeah.”
The two women switched places like that.
I felt the sensation of breasts pressing against my back. Wienia, who had switched places with Claudie, grabbed the shaft of my thing as if it were natural and slowly started moving it up and down.
I was worried that she might suddenly grab and twist it, but her movements were softer than I thought. A groan escaped my lips at the slow, squeezing hand motions.
“Heuh…!”
“Hehe. Do you like it, Blackie?”
Wienia, excited, increased the speed.
ㅡThwack thwack thwack. The sound that should only be made when I’m alone echoed.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
“My dick isn’t a toy!”
“Kyaa!”
Enraged, I jumped up.
I’m a person, not a dildo.
“I think we’ve rested for too long. We should start working soon. When people fall into laziness, they fall into desire to fill that lazy time. We must restrain our desires. Only then can we become Buddhas.”
When the day of the apocalypse comes, the only ones who can survive are the Buddhas who have transcended humanity and become gods. Mortal beings should always keep such a situation in mind and strive for self-cultivation.
The best way to cultivate is through labor.
Work and earn money.
We’ve rested too much. Living expenses and rent keep going out, so if we settle for reality, we’ll become beggars in an instant. Now is the time to work. My sword and muscles were crying… along with my warrior’s soul!
“What the hell are you talking about again? Unnie. Please interpret.”
“Isn’t it just the usual Katt? Doesn’t he just mean let’s go to work?”
“Why already? Blackie. Let’s just rest today. It doesn’t really matter if we do it from tomorrow, right? Of course, I really like Blackie’s diligent side, but I want to rest a bit today. I think my cold is better, but I’m still tired.”
“We’re on the same page. Katt, shall we just rest today?”
Behold.
The existence of two demons hindering the Buddha’s cultivation.
They were whispering sweet temptations to me, hindering my cultivation to become a Buddha. Temptations always sound attractive. Mara Papiyas. He is the great demon of affliction who hindered Shakyamuni’s cultivation.
I cut off the affliction.
“Are you still tired?”
“Yeah. So let’s finish what Blackie was doing. Come here.”
“No way!”
I immediately put on my clothes.
I can let Wienia rest and find a job. Let’s go to the guild once. If there’s no work, I can just come back, and if I get a job, I can start tomorrow or the day after.
“Wienia. Rest. I’ll go to the guild for a bit.”
“Blackie. What I want isn’t to rest alone, but to rest with Blackie? Do you still not know my heart that well?”
I think that part of her expressing her feelings without hiding them is very cute, but as I said, Mara Papiyas is a demon who causes endless afflictions.
“You can’t become a Buddha like that.”
“What the hell is a Buddha that you’re talking such nonsense about?”
“A being that transcends humanity.”
“Unnie, please. Please interpret Blackie’s words. Is it because I’m still sick? I can’t understand anything today.”
Wienia clung to Claudie.
“I don’t know this one either.”
Claudie naturally stroked her shoulder and said.
Judging by the fact that she’s not saying anything, she must be used to it.
“I’ll be back soon anyway. You two rest. Claudie, don’t do anything that Wienia hates too much.”
“She likes it, though?”
“She doesn’t like it. And Unnie. I’ll allow you to touch my breasts, so if you’re going to touch something, touch my breasts. If you try to put your fingers in again today, I’m really going to get angry.”
“What a kind younger sister. Has she finally opened her heart to her Unnie?”
“This bitch… well, Blackie, come back soon. Before this Unnie goes crazy.”
“Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
“Katt, have a good trip. Get a fun job.”
Can a job be fun?
I waved my hand to say I understood and went outside. It seems like the two of them are getting along better these days, which must be a positive thing. Originally, when you get physically close, your hearts naturally gravitate towards each other.
For Wienia, that kind of communication works better than normal communication.
Claudie seems to be just happy to have a younger sister-like person after living alone forever following Kim Katt, and Wienia seems to have ended up like that because she can’t resist Claudie who approaches her without limits.
And so I headed to the guild.
After changing all my equipment and walking down the street, I just felt full of confidence. I am not the old, cowering Kim Katt. If I keep going like this, the path of the Butcher is not far away.
Perhaps because it was the weekend, there were quite a few people on the street. Of course, there are weekends in this world too. It’s just a meaningless story for freelance adventurers. Still, there are many adventurers who rest on the weekends as well.
I looked around.
People wearing swords and shields, a woman with a huge axe. A lightly dressed male mage… it really felt like a street in a fantasy city. I must be slowly becoming a resident of this place.
“Hmm?”
I paused for a moment when I spotted a woman wearing a martial artist’s uniform.
I almost kicked her, thinking she was that crazy bitch who completely ruined my promotion match last time, but her hair color was different. I almost caught the wrong person.
I was really going crazy back then.
A demonic mage who inflicted all sorts of pain on the kind Kim Katt, a crazy martial artist. And even an evil priest. If my memory is correct, those three caused so much chaos that the party was on the verge of annihilation. The martial artist and the mage attacked me while fighting the monsters. I think I sweated bullets trying to stop them. If I hadn’t awakened as a fire swordsman, I would have died on the spot.
While having such random thoughts, I pushed open the guild’s swing doors.
ㅡSwing.
“…Oh.”
The first thing I saw upon entering was familiar blonde hair.
The most beautiful hair.
Hair that shimmered like that of an elf, stole my gaze.
Perhaps it was a direct transfer of a dictator’s golden warehouse that only exists in legends. Or perhaps it was golden grain swaying in the wind during harvest.
The owner of that hair turned to look at me.
“Hmm? Yo, Barbarian. Long time no see.”
It was Copson.
“Hey Copson. Long time no see. What have you been up to?”
“Just making a decent living. What about you… your equipment has turned completely black? Now even your heart has turned black, so I guess even your equipment will become like that. Are you really thinking of returning to the path of barbarism?”
“Hehehe, fix your shovel chin before you talk nonsense, you bastard.”
“What’s wrong with my chin!”
His shovel chin is at a very serious level.
It’s as if it proves that double jaw surgery is not for beauty, but for ‘treatment’.
“Anyway, Barbarian. Since we met after a long time, why don’t we work together? I just found out about a good job.”
Copson said that and started talking cheerfully with a hearty laugh. When I wondered what he was talking about, it was about the story about the defeated orcs that I heard from the blacksmith last time.
After finishing the story, he asked me what I thought.
“Copson.”
“Why, why? With such a serious face. It doesn’t suit you, so stop it right now!”
I answered seriously.
“Copson. It might sound cruel, but I’ve already become too big of a shot to play with you. So I don’t think we can work together.”
As he said, I had become too big of a shot to play with Copson. There was a huge difference between D-rank and E-rank. Frogs don’t remember their tadpole days.
Because there’s no need to remember.
Frogs no longer have disgusting tails, they have arms and legs, and above all, their tongues stretch out. In comparison, tadpoles are just useless bastards. It’s literally an evolution, so frogs have forgotten their tadpole days.
“A, no way! You Barbarian bastard! What the hell are you saying…! Are you really going to throw away the friendship between the Barbarian and me like a worn-out shoe!”
At those words, Copson shouted as if he was having a seizure.
Who are you, this racist bastard, to say that…
“I’m kidding, you bastard. We’re already soul friends.”
“I, I was almost surprised. Don’t tease people so much.”
“Bastard. You were already super surprised.”
“I wasn’t!”
Copson, relieved, shouted loudly.
This reed-like bastard.
“Anyway. There’s a bounty on the orcs, right?”
“That’s right. I’ve never faced orcs before, but it seems like there are quite a few adventurers moving to hunt them. So I became interested.”
Orcs aren’t pushover monsters.
Considering the weakened strength of Bulverza, a normal orc would probably easily overwhelm even an adult male with just their strength. Well, stupid adventurers probably wouldn’t even care about that.
“How much do they pay per head?”
“They say they’ll pay 1 silver per orc head. Since it’s a job from the guild, you can also improve your performance.”
That’s definitely an amount that would make you turn your head. 1 silver is a pretty shocking amount. Looking back, wasn’t the base pay 1 silver when I participated in the ogre subjugation? How big is the scale of the orc remnants?
And what level are orcs in the first place?
There were too many unknowns.
It would be better to ask Wienia about this.
“Well, how many orc remnants are there?”
“They estimate that there are probably over a hundred. They’re all scattered and wandering somewhere between Isvant and the Dodens barony.”
A hundred of them.
If it’s 1 silver per head, it practically means that the cost of subjugating a company-sized group of orc remnants is 1 gold. Of course, it’s a lot of money, but it’s not that much money for rulers.
In a world where a truckload of adventurers are willing to risk their lives for just 1 silver, is it better to entrust it to the guild than to use their own army?
This is the pure function of an adventurer.
“Well, I’ll consider it positively. I’m getting interested too. Can I give you a definite answer around tomorrow? If you can’t wait, goodbye.”
“I can wait a day or so.”
I also remembered that the blacksmith asked me to bring orc weapons. I haven’t caught orcs yet, so Claudie might like it.
And above all, I was interested too.
Orcs.
They’re an opponent I want to fight once.
“Then let’s meet tomorrow morning… do you have anything to do now?”
“Not really. Why? Are you thinking of going for a drink?”
“Does this bastard drink from broad daylight?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“Good! Let’s go eat!”
“Oh! As expected of a barbarian! So cool!”
With our tension suddenly rising, we put our arms around each other’s shoulders and went to a bar.
Sorry Claudie. And Wienia.
Let’s just have a drink and go in.
