Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

When we were ready, we decided to look down on the merchant's shop first.

It seemed like we were dealing with clothes for human women and they seemed quite prosperous.

The store was quite large, with a wide range of products and popularity from human women.

But according to Mr. Crenal, thank you. He said the basement of this store was suspicious. It doesn't look like there's anything, but there must be something.

A merchant just came out of the back and started serving customers.

The sketch had a deep face of jaw-borne digging, but it does resemble you. It's vulgar, he must be the handsome.

The outfit is refreshing and the customer service is constant with a smile. From a far-sighted point of view, it looks unrelated to the absurd... but I don't know that people come close to what they look like. This is what you mean.

Once I went back to the inn and told him that I had checked the location of the store and the merchant's face, Mr. Crenal nodded and handed me a letter.

"The letter is bait. Okay? Now we're going to attract that merchant. Give it to him properly."

"Okay. …… by the way, what's going on inside…………?

When I was curious, Asmerea turned red watching the interaction behind Mr. Clenall's back.

"It's a nauseating word."

I liked the garlic, Mr. Crenal with a good smile.

I see, that's definitely bait.

How many sweet words does Mr. Asmerea blush in all? All I care about is the sushi, but I didn't do anything to cut the seal, and I missed it dearly.

Shall I deliver this then?

No way, I didn't think you'd be refused entry.

I approached the store to hand it to an example merchant with a sense of frustration, and the other clerks stopped me.

If you're a man, it's been said, but you can see a couple of men and women choosing clothes with ease. The suburbans, rather than the orcs, aren't they? I was shocked, but I asked the clerk to give me the letter.

Then he agreed to this with pleasure, and I'll give it to him, so check it out, he even told me.

After I saw the merchant receive the letter and open the seal, I went back to the inn.

"Welcome back. How's it going? Did you read it properly?

"Yes, I checked, and then I came back."

"Okay, fine. All you have to do is wait. Yeah, I was. I'll have you meet me at the rendezvous point again."

"I understand."

He seemed to have a lot of fun, Mr. Clennal, but how are you thinking about cooking that merchant?

I took a trip to the Nunu Forest, once again late at night, with the text calling the merchant in the letter and the time it seemed.

I was alone before this, but this time I'm with Mr. Crenal and Mr. Asmerea for some reason.

There were two women, who didn't seem to be used to the woods either, and they weren't putting it out in their mouths, but they seemed to feel creepy about the woods at night.

He secretly pretended not to notice Mr. Clenall holding the hem of my clothes and headed to his destination.

That seemed to include Mr. Clenall's sarcasm where he heard from the rogues I was hired the other day.

You should have arrived on time, but there are no shadows around. Just fine, so I decided to hide in the bush nearby.

My role this time is to keep an eye on Mr. Crenal and Mr. Asmerea. If the merchant is exercising his powers, I will prevent them at that point and hand them over to the Knight.

But that's what to do in case it happens.

Apparently, Mr. Crenal's original purpose was to master all of the evil deeds that merchants are doing.

Mr. Krenal smiled with an abusive smile when he grabbed the evidence and crushed the store.

Even for me, I'm going to work with you to make sure this never happens again.

The letter should first follow the merchant I called in the letter and identify the location. Crenal said there might be something like a barn in the basement of the store. So I'm doing everything I can to sub women, my guess is.

And when the crenals were put in the merchant's quarters, I assumed that I would sneak after them, but with Mel, the knight who told them the story beforehand, I would break into the store and tie them up as they were.

I just don't think everything will work out. I have some insurance, assuming there is a chance that I will find it somewhere, but I would not have used it.

When I waited awhile while Mr. Crenal and Mr. Asmerea heard the whispering voice, I heard the footsteps approaching them.

Apparently, you're on alert. There were some signs away, and he seemed wary of this one. It doesn't seem like there's enough time between them to come alone about this thing to the boulder.

I exchanged a few words and felt the signs of Mr. Clenals moving away. Sounds like the operation is finally starting.

When we cautiously followed the signs of the two of us back to the city, on our way was the merchant's shop, as Mr. Clennal stared.

There is an underground, it was Mr. Clenall's guess, but you don't seem to be mistaken.

When I came for lunch, there was no sign of people in the underground spaces, but now they're full of people.

And why are there so many people here? Hundred, no, you're there more. There seems to be a few people solidifying at regular intervals as to whether the basement is that wide.

Two people who arrived at the merchant's shop while we were discussing it, the merchant pushed their shoulders into it.

Well, you have to find somewhere to sneak in.

Even so, there's mostly only one passage that leads to the basement.

Apparently, there are stores in the basement, and if there's a way out, the sub who caught them might spot them and escape.

If so, there is one means.

It's a front breakthrough.

But this is infiltration, so quietly go in from the front to avoid making any noise.

... That, you're locked. What shall I do?

I had no choice but to gently break the door knob before entering.

The door knob that came off stayed gently at my feet and went inside the store.

Different garments illuminated by a slight lantern light seemed to be protected by something like a sheet.

They say it's highly regarded as a store, but these parts seem solid.

Now, it's a less solid part of the heart, but first we have to find a path that leads to the basement.

Mr. Clenall taught me how to find my way to the hidden basement, so let's get down to practice.

At first, look at the floor.

Looking for floors of different colors or different from other parts.

When I wandered around the store, I did discover only one different part of the floor color.

If it had something like a handle on this floor, it would be a big win...... oh, there was.

Pulling the handle camouflaged to the same color as the floor color, the floor lifted and a slightly stinky air drifted.

If I stared, I could see the stairs. All right, that's a big win.

Shall I follow Mr. Mel, then?

As I went down the stairs to the basement with Mr. Mel, I heard some voices.

Approaching the distance where the contentious voice could be heard clearly, Mr. Clenall was apparently arguing violently.

They're arguing with other men who aren't merchants, and Mr. Crenal seemed to be resisting.

It's painful not to jump right out of it, but I'm sure Mr. Clenall will be fine.

The old door opened gently, and as we proceeded, the room was already lined up in a sloppy line.

Beyond the iron lattice, inebriated subhuman women are also laid against walls, or on borough cloths.

Looking at us walking right next to her, she didn't ask for help from anyone.

I'm not sure how long they've been trapped here. But how terrible an environment it must have been.

Everyone dropped us off with their vain eyes.

Quickly, they have to help, too.

We approached a distance where the voices of Mr. Krenals could be heard clearly.

When you only get your face out of the wall and see how it goes, it looks like it's a huge hall ahead, with the center a few steps as high as the stage.

There were many people of good standing on the fence surrounding the stage.

Is it a fellow merchant?

Turning to the stage, Mr. Crenal and Mr. Asmerea, both hands and feet chained together, were seated in wooden chairs.

The two resist trying to escape from it, but the chain of hands and feet seems to be tightly wrapped and doesn't tickle.

I'd like to go help you right now, but if you leave now, everything will go back to the blisters.

Stay tuned and watch what happens with Mel.

"Hey, what about today?

"Right, that little kid over there, he's gonna screw it up. This place has been very shabby lately, so why don't you give it a shot?"

"Whoa, asshole, are you honest with your sexuality, too? I'd rather have a big sister with big tits over there. If you pinch a strawberry with your chest, I can go to heaven in three seconds."

"... Well, it's about him. I guess I can miss you.... Fine, I'm making money for this time. Use it with Paa!

This doesn't have to be, it's prostitution. This is how that merchant is forced to prostitute himself if he captures a subhuman woman.

Naturally, the women don't get a dime, and they can't buy themselves and get their freedom. There won't be anything more outrageous in there.

It is a rhetorical discourse, such as stepping on women's dignity and treating them not just as tools.

You have to keep it down. I have too much momentum, and I might kill him before I capture him.

Mr. Clenall and Mr. Asmerea, the galleries whispering which way to go, had an unpleasant smile when the merchant who came onstage showed them both with a lofty hand gesture.

"Come on, this time the product will be worth the price. Poor man, go home and scratch the mass alone!

For nasty things to say, the wilderness flies from the audience.

If this face is real, then the merchant will be an amazing actress. Hide the ugly face with a refreshing smile, tongue twitching and locating the prey.

It's a craftsmanship that we oaks can't do.

"Well, it's time for you to wait. As usual, let the guy you bought the most expensive go free!

Here we go. Apparently not much different from the usual auctions.

"That's decisive. I'll get the other knights.... but don't get ahead of me. Even so, is it no use? At least don't kill me."

"Yeah, I'll try."

"Damn it, you won't make me any promises."

I also got permission from Mel with the frightened face, shall we get it done soon?

By the time Mr. Mel's colleagues slipped into the stage, he had slapped everyone who was already there.

They are merchants, not warriors, so naturally. but Sushi felt like she should work out her body.

When I was relieved that I had not managed to kill them all, the merchants shackled in my arms were taken.

It's the result of releasing Mr. Crenal and catching the merchants, as originally planned, and all hail.

It's just sub women who were locked up in jail before we got here, but most of them seemed to be sick to their heart.

Some of them seemed unable to live their daily lives properly, and even if the case was solved, they could not honestly rejoice.

You must have had a dark face. Suddenly Mr. Crenal slapped me in the stomach.

"You did what you could to help those kids. If you hadn't come, I would have stayed here until you died, so keep your chest up more. You did something you could be proud of."

I was saved by that word.

We were able to return to the inn immediately and show Orine that we were safe.

"So, what about since then?

"Thanks to you, customers are coming back again... I really can't thank you enough"

"I'm a merchant's daughter, too, and I just can't leave her alone."

"Still, it is. Put me in danger until Mr. Krenal..."

"Oh well, it all worked out in the end, so that's enough!

With a slight redness of her cheeks, Mr. Crenal turned that way.

I'm glad I missed the conversation because it was after I was scattered scolded for being slow to get out to help.

Besides, Mr. Crenal doesn't seem used to being appreciated, and this was a new discovery.

Mr Asmerea is sincerely saying it, so Mr Crenal has also been a taunt.

Uhm, you smile unexpectedly at how hard you don't see it.

It just didn't all work out.

Mr. Asmerea's shop has completed most of the repairs and is now able to reopen the store safely, but his experience in this matter has led him to feel bad about men.

Anyway, if it was just a conversation, her body would tremble when she was approached, and at Asmerea's decision that it was fatal in a launderer with a lot of single male guests, she decided to return to her hometown until her heart healed.

We will naturally close the store until she returns, so she told us that she would like to ask us across the street to manage the store until she returns.

Mr. Orine agreed to that.

Ms. Asmerea continued her laundry shop for a few days until she was ready for the journey, and went back to her hometown for her sanatorium.

Mr. Asmerea's judgment makes sense because it's a store that really gets a lot of male customers. But since we're talking about the arrow tip that we're getting along with, I miss you a little bit.

I just hope she smiles back.

In this case, I realized that the groove between humans and subhumans was as deep as I thought.

This is also the case in towns facing the forest, close to the subhuman side in one way or another, so isn't the heart of the human country worse?

Even if we're close on the surface, we don't really know what we're thinking. It's the same for both humans and subhumans, but the fact that people live in the same town look at others that way gave me a sense of vigilance.