Chapter 84 – @13. Is the Flower of Fantasy an Oak?
But the price written on the board she wears around her neck is only 999 chur?
Why?
Is it because of the long scar on one side of the face?
Or because of the scars of injuries all over the body?
If not, is it because of the large tattoo on the lower belly?
But orcs don’t give a fuck about scars and tattoos on women’s bodies.
Healthy is best. And pretty is a bonus.
All of them are simple guys, and their eyes on women are one-sided.
So the traces of scars and wounds on this beautiful Dark Elf’s body should not have any impact on the price.
“Why is this female so cheap?”
The only way to answer your question is to ask the seller.
I asked her clerk who was lounging by her side.
“You see that? A tattoo on the stomach.”
A green-skinned man of different races, who was no taller than my waist, answered meekly. It was as if he had no intention of selling.
“However?”
“That’s proof that the ban was taken.”
“What taboo?”
“Sterility.”
Ah! That one word made it clear. No matter how beautiful the elf woman may be, she is trash to the orcs.
It’s okay if you do it once or twice for free, but it’s ridiculous to pay money to take it and make it a meat slave to support.
And the clerk has already turned off me.
If it was an orc, she thought that there was no way she would buy something like that.
“Can’t you sell it at a higher price if you go somewhere else?”
I can’t help but wonder
“Our guild only operates in Urukmanistan. Besides, that has caused quite a bit of trouble so far, so we actually sell it.”
“Problem?”
“Breaking the owner of the house to half-kill, or biting off his cock with his teeth. Most of the scars on his body are because of that.”
A defective product is not usually a defect.
Somehow, unlike other female slaves, her hands and feet were bound with thick chains, and her mouth was gagged.
“I’m worried about whether I should dispose of it or just take more of it and see it eat more.”
It seems that the dark elf woman’s life is short.
“Then hand it over to me.”
“Huh?”
The goblin man looks at me with an all-star look.
“Are you crazy?”
If the goblin merchant had said that, he could see how ridiculous the orc’s interest in that woman was.
Hunting, fighting, and breeding are all in their heads.
“Why did you keep carrying something that wouldn’t sell?”
“It’s because sometimes other races buy slaves. But are you really going to buy them?”
“Yes. But this is all the money.”
I took out the little money I had in my pocket.
“Let’s see… One.. Two.. 623 Chur… Haa… I’m going to get scolded if I pass this at that price… My master’s personality isn’t normal.”
“It’s not my part-time job. Didn’t you say you only eat rice anyway?”
“I see. If I don’t sell it anyway, it won’t be long before it’s scrapped.”
Unexpectedly, the goblin seemed to have sympathy for the dark elf.
Without any fuss, he took the money I gave him and handed over the ownership of the dark elf beauty to me.
“But be careful. It’s not usually tough.”
“Yes. Be careful.”
I lifted the dark elf, a beauty full of scars, on her shoulder.
The woman showed her anger by shaking her body wildly as she didn’t like her.
Fortunately, she had her hands tied behind her back, and her mouth was gagged so she couldn’t bite.
She is a fairly tall woman, but doesn’t feel very heavy.
Apparently, the physicality of this orc’s body is no joke.
She couldn’t contain her joy with a stride and lightly stepped out.
How long can you really hold a girl?
But the orcs passing by smiled at me and said one word at a time.
He’s just doing crazy things again.
The one who fell less bought the trash.
Well, those are the words
These bastards don’t have a back dama. If something pops into your head, even if the person in question is right in front of you, spit it out first and look at it.
I’m not saying this because I’m being fooled here.
It was the same for anyone.
Even in front of Mangod, the eldest son of the village chief, he did not hide his words.
However, it is not a big crowd enough to laugh at the sound of self-swearing.
Fists fly before a few words can be said.
As a result, the fight continues throughout the day.
At least it’s fortunate that I don’t use an ax at all.
Still, a lot of people got hurt in the fight between the centipedes.
It seems that fatal accidents happen often.
Even if that happens, there is no such thing as a trial.
Dead man is sick
So to be clear, these guys are just beasts.
“Hey. Temir Bas.”
Then there was a man who found me and called my name loudly.
“Ah. Mangod.”
Mangod, the son of the chief and actually leading the tribe now.
Orcs were significantly taller than human men.
About 2m seems to be the average height.
And Mangod was exceptionally tall even among those Orcs.
Probably the second tallest orc in this town.
Of course, the orc with the best height and size is me.
My costume, Orc Temirvas, was only about one fist taller than Mangod.
Thanks to that, I was able to see all the residents of this orc village from above.
Just looking at it, I think it would suit me well even if I was the assault leader.
Maybe it’s because I’m the main character in the world of cinematic cards.
So, I wonder if the purpose of the scenario is to become an orc with a more heroic appearance than others, to engage in a bout of action, and to sell prey to get a female of a heterogeneous race.
If so, the picture would have been pretty good.
Unfortunately, I am not interested in such adventures.
At first, I was surprised by the sensation so vivid that I pinched my body as a test.
It hurt. It hurt to the point of tears.
The body of this huge orc was also very strong.
So, if he was injured while hunting, he didn’t want to imagine how much pain he would feel.
So I gave up on the adventure and decided to just live in a bystander mode. Then he worried that he would always be able to get out of this unfamiliar world, but that’s still better than sick.
What. Can not help it. It’s not that I don’t know.
“Brother. Why did you buy such rubbish?”
Mangod, who came close to me, asked with a frown on his face.
Huh? Why are you interested in me?
The Orc race used to swear at each other whenever they saw a gap, and they used to punch each other, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have a status.
Rather, there is a very obvious caste system.
Nothing complicated
There are only two identities in this town.
The immediate blood relatives of the chieftain and other tribesmen.
Mangod is a man who holds the highest position among his direct blood relatives.
So he’s the man at the top of the race, and I’m at the bottom of the orc caste.
I wonder if I was going back to my house quietly without being angry at the ridicule of so many orcs?
That’s why Mangod’s interest was questionable and burdensome.
“Well. I want to buy a female one too.”
“And such rubbish? Why?”
Mangod didn’t want to let me go easily.
What’s the matter? Now I feel a bit afraid beyond the burden.
“What. Because you don’t have money?”
He answered, lowering his voice a little servilely.
“Oh! Brother! Oh! Brother! If you needed money, why didn’t you tell your brother? Wasn’t this brother’s property yours, Temir Vas, the youngest?”
I could feel the sincerity in Mangod’s words. Well, Orcs can’t lie or conspire.
Huh? But what does that mean?
The brother Mangod was talking about somehow didn’t seem to be a title that Orcs usually call each other.
“If your brother buys trash like that and satisfies your desires, how much will your father be heartbroken?”
Mangod once again called me brother, and when that wasn’t enough, he even mentioned the chief this time.
Could it be that I am the chieftain’s son?
But how come he never spoke to me until now?
Hmm…
Is it because I don’t like the fact that I bought a trash dark elf rather than the righteousness between my brothers?
“Take that garbage back. Instead, I’ll buy a more useful female and give it to my brother.”
And! Aren’t you kidding?
“Come here. I have a female I’ve been looking for. Your brother will like it too.”
Mangod moved his feet with great strides. I hesitated for a moment whether I should follow him.
But when he offered me a gift, he wouldn’t dare refuse…
At the place where they arrived along Mangod, Orcs gathered like clouds. Everyone was salivating around a woman.
“900,000 chur?”
You can buy nine hundred thousand churros?
I was first surprised by the astronomical price written on the board hanging around the woman’s neck rather than the woman who became the center of the topic.
It’s an outrageous price of a thousand times the Dark Elves that are still on my shoulders.
“How about it? A very good female, isn’t it?”
Mangod said with a satisfied face.
“She’s a rare member of the White Tiger Tribe, a female beast. She has a good lineage, so she’ll be able to leave a very good posterity.”
Yes. There is one more important factor than health when orcs select females.
Straight lineage.
So, it is not a lineage of kings or nobles, but a race with violent and special powers, such as the draconian, who is said to have inherited the blood of a tiger or a dragon.
It is said that if you sow seeds to females of such a special species, the chances of obtaining good posterity increase.
Of course, even in that case, only male orcs would be born.
It’s like an absolute law in this world.
The seeds sown by orcs always return to the orcs.
There is no such thing as a harp.
Haha… What orc seed takes precedence over dragon blood?
The females of the White Tiger Tribe, the Beast Tribe, were indeed amazing in appearance.
Other beastman females are not much different from human women except for their cute ears and tail, but that tiger beastman has a white face and is covered with black fur.
Even the hair is forced to convince. But what about that huge, round head and protruding muzzle baring fangs that would bite even a cow?
Its size is no less than that of an Orc.
She sees the orcs surrounding her and her mouth is open, but she can’t tell if it’s angry or laughing.
“Do you like it? It’s great. You’ll hardly see a female like that in ten years. I tried to get drunk, but I’ll give it to her brother.”
Mangod was a very generous man to her brother.
Giving me a woman expensive enough to buy a hundred normal women?
Are you crazy?
I’m afraid to see you in my dreams
A woman like that… No. I can’t even dream of mixing my body with a beast like that.
Really.
From the head down, it walks upright like a human, but that’s just a beast.
What? Yes, the famous tiger mask of the old days!
That’s it! That’s it.
It’s not even a mask, it’s got a real tiger’s head!
I’m definitely not a beast lover!
Rather than doing something like that, I’d rather do a solo workshop for the rest of my life.
“Thank you for your heart, but my brother will only accept your heart.”
I politely refused, fearing that I might be forced to take on the job.
“No? What do you mean?”
“That gorgeous bitch suits a hero like a brother, not me. To be honest, I’d be eaten by that woman.”
At my words, the orcs burst into laughter wahahaha.
It seems that he really believes so.
“Oh! Brother! Brother! Your “
Don’t do it! But! Please!
I hate to die!
“I wish my great brother Mangod the best offspring from that handsome bitch.
And I am sure that the lineage will lead Kokbeur after Mangod.”
“Oh! Brother!”
Mangod came up to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
But why is your voice trembling?
“Do you really think so?”
“Of course. I mean it.”
It was then. Suddenly, all the orcs around them cheered.
“Wow! Mangod!”
“Mangod!”
For some reason, everyone called Mangod’s name.
And there are some orcs who call me by my name from time to time.
What the hell is going on?
Did I do something wrong?
I couldn’t understand this situation at all.
