Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

It was a good vibe because of it, but it's ruined by a yell that doesn't read the air. We got up as we picked up the bickering, jumping muke.

And that's weird. We're the only ones stopping at the inn right now, and Orine is the only one cutting up the inn. Nonetheless, did you have any trouble hearing a wild fat man?

The yelling voice of the man and the voice of Mr. Orine seemed to be arguing, and the content was missing on the second floor where we were staying.

Men even hear anger, and a few seem to be there and different voices. Although Mr. Orine's voice against him was brave at first, he would feel scared if several men yelled at him.

I'm worried about Muke, who got along with Mr. Orine.

"Ruto, I'm going to Orine's."

Did you think they would disagree, that's all Muke said and left the room frowning. It seems like Muke doesn't quit being impotent either if it's for someone he's gotten along with. I'm sorry to keep it on top of my body, but I don't know much about Muke. We were going to be together for a long time, so was it a long time to think that we should know slowly?

Anyway, let's go. Because it's a long way from being a gentleman and surrounding a woman with more than one person.

After Muke, who left the room first, I'll head to the first floor, too. Meanwhile, I heard cursing, and Muke's voice mixed in there.

I went down the stairs and found Mr. Muke and Mr. Orine. They seemed to be arranging at the inn's entrance and exit to keep the troika outside out.

"Mm-hmm! This is about us and your work! Outsiders, pull in!

"Too bad I'm not an outsider because I'm Orine's friend. Besides, what about work? Whatever you think, the chimps aren't just coming to threaten you! I don't know what you're going to do, but if you get your hands on Orine, don't do it."

Mücke, who rang his nose and ran out, looked terrific. No matter how many friends you are, no kid will ever get this far for someone you just met yesterday. But you don't care about such a muke attitude, a shorter Werdog man of the three tried to get close to the muke with his long ears pinned and angry shapes. It's not a boulder situation, so I went down the stairs to get behind them.

"You amah..."

"Well wait, you shouldn't because you're short tempered. Look, aren't you both separated? Why don't we talk instead of yelling at each other?"

"There's nothing to talk about. Please go home!

"I don't want to trouble the ladies, so it's the mountains I want to go home, but hey, this is my job, too"

He seemed disturbed. A long-length Wearfok man glanced at Mr. Orine by slipping off the sunglasses he had hung. Does work mean yelling at the good general public? Muke is right, they threesomes only look like chimps, but they may actually be the claws.

"So, lady, come on, will you give me the letter of entitlement for this inn?

You're a chimp. Is it something like a grounder?

"That's right, I'm not taking up the store and throwing it out. I'm gonna do my job, and I'm gonna put a lot of money in it, okay?

Slightly, a tall Werdog man continues with an unpleasant smile.

"Well, let me taste it before work! Why don't you introduce me to your elf? That ear. Then you can hire me anywhere. Hey, you look so pretty, your sketchy fathers will drop a lot of money."

"Come on! Where's the job? Are you telling us to be whores? No kidding!

"I will never give you this inn! I heard what you just said and I understand. You guys are going to make this inn a product to us instead? I categorically refuse!

It was an exasperating muke, but the chimps were windy on the willow and were rather happy to sell as high as the attentive woman.

"Listen to me. Our consciences blame us for blowing up a beautiful woman, too."

A Wearfok man, apparently disturbed, approached the mukes with an abusive grin. I mean, if you don't listen, it's violence, I guess. When I heard that, Mr. Orine hid it on his back to shelter Muke. Seems like you're not going to give the inn away even if you mean it, but it would be reckless to work with three big men, no matter how powerful the Warebearers are.

I watched to find out what was going on, but I'm no longer in that state. More importantly, he behaves in a temperament, but both Muke and Mr. Orine are scared.

"I'll do it from here on out."

"Ah... rut!

When I stepped out in front of the Mukes, the Wearfok and Weirdog men wandered. But in the meantime, they laughed a lot after looking at me in surprise.

"Whoa, you hired a caution stick a little while ago? That's tearful. But unfortunately, there's a raw Weareo tribe over here. One pig will tear you apart."

One of the last people who didn't come to the conversation at all came into the inn. He was much taller than I was and was more proof than anything else that the blurring deflections were of the Weareo tribe.

They Weareo tribes are a samurai temperament species who are said to die on the battlefield, always in battle after birth. Lightly over me, an oak, muscles like armor, arms that crush iron, and legs that snap through the trees. Once you go to battle, you are also called Reaper, who kills all the enemies on the spot.

The Weareo man who stood in front of me is naked on his upper body and has countless scars on his tight body. Its style was precisely that of a warring warrior, creating a tremendous sense of intimidation.

"If you're gonna cry and apologize, it's about time, right? Oh, my God. He doesn't know the word" forgiveness. "You have to want to be ground beef. Keep your hand-held money and rub your head against the ground!

Back to back with the guerraggera and the laughing Weirdogs, the Wearfok man even says to me with pity.

"You don't want to die in here either, do you? You can ignore this dog story. I'll pay you for everything. Why don't we take it easy here?

"It's a mistake. I am not a caution stick. He's staying at this inn."

"So why don't you just leave? We'll take this place anyway. There's no room for you to stay."

Tyranny is a good place too. You wouldn't have to be reluctant to say it's rather refreshing to get here.

Even if you keep your mouth shut forever, the mukes will be anxious, and let's get rid of it.

"Hey, no! I'll take care of this inn, so take Muke and run!

I approached the royal Weareo tribe, but they felt what I was trying to do. Mr. Orine called to stop me. [M]

"That's not how it works. Mr. Orine is a friend of Muke's. It's also my job to protect you."

You're insulting me, releasing a squeezed fist at the pigeon tail of the Weareo tribe that won't move even if it comes in front of me.

"I'm still mad at you for this! I'll never give you the muke!

A fist with all its strength was sucked into the pigeon tail of the Weareo tribe with the wrong aim. The sound of beating the meat sounded dull, and the man blew it all the way outside the inn. It doesn't matter, I'm going to sell it high, I'm going to taste it, I grabbed the head of the Weirdogs who can't even put it on the wind of the man who told me all I wanted, and I let him eat his head poke.

I threw the Guru and the eye-whitening Weirdogs at the Weirfox, who opened their mouths so much that their jaws were going to fall, and silenced them all.

That's crazy. I didn't expect the brave Weareo to fall in just one blow. I was so vigilant that I regretted leaving my spear because it was indoors, I clapped it out.

"Liar......"

"Rut, rut! I knew it would be amazing, Ruto! That was so cool!

He held on to the jumping muke, and as Mr. Orine looked at me with incredible eyes, like he had lost his hips, he held down his dovetail and nodded as he turned his attention to the Weareo tribe, which blew away and didn't move.

"Um, aren't you a Weareo………?

"Hi-no, give me a break! I'm just a peasant, I've never been to war! I was just following these two when they told me they were going to make money. Hey!

Is that what this is about? Even when it comes to the Weareo tribe, not all individuals like to fight. The intimidation would be enormous if it stood like that in a giant, so I guess it was used. But that's not all I want to hear. Rather, this one is our destiny.

"Where are your best balls?

These kinds of problems need to be turned down. The rounded and trembling Weareo tribe spoke honestly to the stuttering mix.

"Damn it, it's Master Crenal! We've been instructed by Miss Clenall! Give me a break!

It was Mr. Orine who raised his voice in amazement at the words.

"What's a krenal, that krenal? The Imp are small and live in a mansion………………"

"Heh! You guys are going to the mansion. I just got to these two. Why not? I've only seen you at a glance, but you were Imp."

"Oh no..."

"Orine?"

Muka rushed over to Mr. Orine, disappointed and dropped while sitting on the floor.

"I don't believe you... because Naru is my friend, my best friend..."

It seems that Mr. Orine's friend was the one who put the chimp on this inn.

When I left the stunned chimps to the Weareo tribe to return, I decided to return to my room once to bring my spear.

Mr. Orine, who had done this to someone he thought was a good friend of mine, was completely depressed and decided to close the inn earlier today. Her story, in which she said with a crying face, "Because we won't have customers anyway," said that those threesomes came over more than once, and as a result of pressing questions, the city's inhabitants grazed away and travelers stopped using them because they didn't like to get involved.

After listening carefully, I feel like I've figured out the full story of this one house. First, the chimps came to the "Forest Exit Pavilion” after Mr. Orine's parents, or original shopkeepers, had disappeared. He was already suspicious at a time as if he had foreseen it, but I guess he didn't think his own friend would come after that timing. As a result, the customer's legs seem to have gone far.

"Some things were just a little jealous, but I'm not the kid to do that"

Words from the chimps that aren't anything else. Mr. Orine still seemed incredible.

It was already brunch, but the three of us ate and I decided to move quickly.

I'm not going to use the tip of the spear this time. It's only best to make it easy, so I want to avoid bloodshed.

"Ruto, are you sure you want to go? Orine says she hires a lot of escorts, too, right?

From now on, of course, it is Mr. Crenal's house, a friend of Mr. Orine's. I heard that this city is also a famous family of luxury merchants and the mansion is quite large. It would be desirable to settle this in a discussion because we also have an array of armed escorts, but I don't think the person who has turned a clear hostility to us will respond. While dealing with the ad hoc, I decided to go ask why I tried to take Mr. Orine's inn.

"I know. Don't worry, it'll be as easy as possible. I hate it when it hurts too."

"……… but"

"I just do what I can. Even Muke can't abandon Mr. Orine, can he?

"Yeah, but you don't have to do anything rut's dangerous. Come on."

"It certainly doesn't have to be. But my lover is in trouble and a woman is crying. I have good reason to move. Because a gentleman would never abandon someone in need."

"Bye! Don't get hurt. I'm not coming back, I promise!

Cuddling with Muke for a while, she dropped me off.