Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

"This is terrible..."

Mr. Minotaur's room, supposedly his own, was in such terrible condition that he could not even see it.

The wallpaper was torn apart and bright red paint was smashed. The cotton inside is popping up on the couch, too, and the room is scratchy and miserable all over it, whether it's a new home or not.

When I put Mr. Minotaur to bed in the only better bed, she seemed to be having nightmares and there were zero tears from her eyes.

"What the hell…………"

I thought it would be rude to hold Mr. Minotaur's hand when the pale muke would do it, but let me revamp the room.

There are many pieces of clothing rolling around on the floor ripped apart. Inside, clothes that would have been a customer request were also scattered from bag to bag, and we clearly saw a shadow of sales disruption.

No, this is a departure from business disruption. Traces of malice existed everywhere, such as those conveyed to us by a common willingness to harm Mr Minotaur.

I noticed if anything was left to clue the killer, and a blackmailing note seemed to have been unleashed unwrought.

The date is just this evening. They say the location is the Nunu forest entrance.

If he didn't come, he would destroy the store at a later date, etc., and he was also sent to write abusive gossip.

If something like this were sent on a daily basis, everyone would have frightening days. Not to mention, Mr. Minotaur doesn't seem to have a husband or family near him, and fear shouldn't be the norm.

You need to find out who's doing this.

Shall I start by talking to Mr. Orine?

I tried to talk about the situation, and Mr. Orine jumped into the launderer in a hurry to see Mr. Minotaur, who was supposed to be the vandalized room, and to cooperate with the killer with indignation.

For the time being, it was the "Forest Exit Pavilion” that woke up, and only while the store was open, we went to the laundry shop. Even so, I cannot say anything because I have not spoken to Mr Minotaur.

You stopped having nightmares, too, and Mr. Minotaur, who looks completely asleep, has no sign of waking up. The day is already tilted and there are not a few more minutes until the time specified in the threatening letter.

If so, that's right. I can't help it. Should I change? [M]

Mr. Minotaur never woke up, even at a specified time, for how many sleepless days he had been. I took her to the Nunu Forest Entrance, leaving her to Muke and Orine to see how she was doing every time she was free.

I know very well that night forests are very dangerous in my life in the hole.

Many of the warcraft living in this forest are nocturnal and move around vigorously when the moon rises. All we want to avoid is encountering unraveling warcraft in the woods at night is the common perception of all creatures living in the woods.

From beyond the unlikely trees in a deep dark book, I've even been willing to hear the breath of the beast.

Why did you specify such a location? Maybe you don't know the dangers of the night forest.

Looking at the obscure darkness, I heard some footsteps from the direction of the city. Apparently he's on his way over here, and he'll be the one to meet him.

It's the guys with the bad looks of the pattern that brought them all together. Will there be ten of them? What were you going to do by calling Mr. Minotaur?

You don't have to think about that.

To deduce from the inferior look of the men, you apparently thought you would listen if you rambled up Mr. Minotaur in large numbers. It's a common one, "if you don't want to be spoken to".

I don't like it. Violence to intimidation, cowardly behavior. I don't know anybody anywhere, but I can't afford to be proud of myself as a gentleman to throw it away any longer than I've been here.

I guess I only see silhouettes in the dark. It is not strange to mistake it for Mr. Minotaur, who is relatively tall. The men approached me with an unchanged nasty grin.

"Unfortunately, there will be no waiting for you."

"Become, who!? Why are you here?

"Damn, you ran away! It's not just that!

"Hey Temee! Spit out where that sub is now. If you throw up, I'll miss this place."

The mouth-watering men are still like Mr. Minotaur's waiters, awesome in their ghostly shape.

Hi, they seem human. You don't seem to see me. From me, I said I could see everything from their outfits to their looks.

One of you who cut a numb on me while I was silent approached me with a cursing murmur. I hold a dagger in my hand.

"Yikes! Hey, my arm. Oh."

When I slapped him with a spear on his arm with a dagger, the man's arm broke in a strange direction. You don't look like you're working out much.

"Fuck you, do it! Don't kill him! You can just hurt me!

The bloody men have arrived, but neither he nor anyone else seems to have worked out their bodies so much that they fall down lightly.

The weapon doesn't just mean you should have it. I'm sure they've dealt only with those who are weaker than themselves.

It was a situation where at some point everyone was down and there was no one left to gloat about the pain.

"Well, it hurts to such an extent that it doesn't kill you, was it? If I do the same thing, will you guys talk quietly?

"I'm back."

"Rut! Are you okay? Are you hurt!?

I interrupted your home, Mr. Minotaur, after I tampered with the muke exploring your body.

"Ah...... sorry. Muke told me the story. I got caught up in a lot of things because of me..."

A pale Mr. Minotaur was sitting on his bed, looking up at me sorry.

"No, it's a boarded ship. If there's anything I can do, I can help."

"I'm so sorry. I say Asmerea. It's a long time, so read it like you like it."

In Muke's talk, Mr. Asmerea seems to have woken up just at the designated time. Muke said worried that he woke up, or jumped up. That's still what you're loaded with.

Then I talked to Orine, who came to see how she was getting the information from the men.

The mastermind is to be a merchant in this city, a human being. That the men were being hired to harass Mr. Asmerea. The purpose of the merchant is to have the right to the store and to be Mr. Asmerea himself.

Apparently, my inferior inference was wrong.

I want the rights to this store, but I didn't know.

"A launderer is more of a merchant than a right, so I think he wants to steal it."

I was convinced in one word by Mr Orine that

But are you a merchant? It's hard to imagine because I'm not very familiar with it.

Orine and Asmerea, who have shops, say that business in this city is basically okay with anything. Since it is a special city where humans and subhumans coexist, Mr. Orine said that the Lords made such arrangements to avoid useless strife. I see, that does make sense.

As far as listening to that story goes, the lord seems to have an understanding of the subhuman. But even if you have an understanding of your lord, you don't necessarily have the same people living in your territory.

I'm sure the merchant that he's after Mr. Asmerea doesn't think of the subhuman as a person.

You will still have to do something about the merchant who is a Dayuan in order to reassure the anxious face Asmerea. However, the men hired said they had received a request from a merchant's men, crying that they did not know the identity of the merchant. No matter how much, you won't be bold enough to spit a lie in a life-threatening state.

In order to regain Mr. Asmerea's sleep, you must first reveal the identity of the merchant.

I told you about the situation, and Mr. Clenall is going to cooperate.

"Okay? Don't get me wrong. I don't like being with strangers all the time, so I'm going to help."

He said that, but we all know the truth. Mr. Krenal is a sweet man.

Mr. Orine and Muke asked the guests coming to the inn if any of the characteristic "a merchant who set up quite an attractive shop" and "I prefer subhumans" were applicable, and Mr. Krenal went back to his house after some time off from work at the inn because he would do it this way.

Speaking of which, you've heard that Mr. Clenall's house is even regarded as lavish. This is comforting.

I was me, and I did everything I could to try to get to know someone who seemed familiar with the city and to ask Mel, the knight.

But you're not going to be able to help much with these things that you can't solve with your arms. I wish it was a simple problem I hung up on, but this can happen, right?

I worked at the + launderer in the morning and lunch, and at night when Mr. Asmerea's gibberish coming to the inn disappeared, too.

As I talked face-to-face with everyone about not achieving much and what I was going to do, the inn door opened up momentously.

The raid brought a sigh of relief to us all. He was Mr. Clenall, who had been invisible for the past few days. According to Orine, who had occasionally taken a trip to Mr. Clenall's house to see how things were going, he was discussing them with the person at home with a difficult face and couldn't get close to them, but is he okay now?

"I found it!

With that said. Mr. Crenal smiled invincibly.

"It's this guy. This merchant looks a little bit like a big merchant, but he can't do anything that doesn't fit his height. My men taught me."

That said, Mr. Clenall put the bundle of paper he had on the table.

There was even information on how to figure it out, including a merchant-like man sketch and address, plans for the next week, etc.

"Well, we'll have a resolution party tomorrow."

Mr. Krenal, who hoisted the corner of his mouth, looked so reliable.