The Grand Prince Has Run Away

In the office, as I lay on the couch and asked for a nap, a few flies flew around with chaotic wings. Noisy, but I didn't even think to open my closed eyes.

The reason was simple. It's annoying.

Armida, sitting across from the wooden table, grunts.

“Brother, catch a fly. ”

I barely opened one eye.

“Why?”

“It bothers me. ”

“Sister, you usually disappoint me. Do I have to catch flies to be a master prosecutor? ”

Armida narrows her eyes.

“Will this Valkyrie lady catch it? ”

I just woke up.

“Oh, really. You know Paris is worth every penny of your life. Why are you trying to catch it? ”

“I feel like I'm just flying a fly. ”

Armida stared at the pillar of the office.

Kaoyan Exciting Post.

The business I was doing was taking on a lot of quests to solve it. It was an errand center, roughly speaking, but the business did not go as well as expected.

“The business choice is wrong? This is all because of you. Sister, you said you were looking for a friend. Who's looking for the runaway? People are looking for something exciting. If you do this, you'll have a human network, and if you have experience, you'll soon find a friend. It's all for your sister. ”

“I know. Shouldn't guests be here first? Honestly, if the price is like that, all the guests will go too. ”

Armida's gaze fell below the fare chart. Basic Quest Gold 80 Leaf. It is true that the price system is too much for her without an economic concept.

But I listened.

“You should take this money, Manna. Besides the Master Prosecutor and Dalahan's owner, do you have to go to a party with a Valkyrie to find a cat that's gone home? ”

“Is that so?"

“Of course. But if you can't do business, you can go out of town and catch any magic and sell byproducts. ”

Kara's Great Desert is vast compared to the population. There's that much magic, so it's easy to get chaos pieces and other byproducts. Of course, mercenaries from the Prosia continent and other continents are conducting urban quests to capture magic, but the limit was clear.

“Well, yes. Now, let's catch a fly.”

Eventually, it was a step in place. Armida seemed to be distracted by the fly. Paris is nicknamed after the Valkyries.

"Tsk. I don't know who the black fly is." ’

I got up and took the yo-yo's knife sack and got into position. And I stared at the flying fly for a moment, and I slaughtered it all in one piece.

Falling flies. I prayed to the choir for the splintered flies.

“All the poops of the world come out of their butts with their own problems, but in the end, they all bend to shit. So don't blame me too much. ”

“Hey, what's your brother doing? ”

“Prayer.”

“Why are you talking about poop poop? ”

“What's wrong with you? For dung flies, it's a shithole paradise. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“Don't underestimate it as a dung heap. There are laws and noble philosophies of all things in the dung heap. ”

I put on my backpack and turned around and headed out of the office.

"Where are you going?"

“I'm going on a business trip. Then keep an eye on the shop. ”

“Really? Have a good day, then!”

I left the office with a gentle escort from Armida. A man must earn money to be treated like one.

Kara's sidewalks overflow with caravans across the desert. It was like a massive mutated landmine of some kind, and distant from the central plaza grew several date palms for landscaping.

As I passed through the trade market, I heard voices calling out to me from everywhere. The relays mistook me for a merchant or mercenary from the Prosia continent. Kara's inhabitants make up the majority of the chicagos, whose skin is slightly darker and distinct from each other as if it were sunburned.

“Hey, did you bring any Teven Herb? ”

“If you have healing potions, I'll sell them to you. I'll pay you a lot of money. ”

Prosians are popular in Kara. The Eastern Continent Merchant Guild and the Argentine Guild want to buy and take the Prosians' merchandise. If Kara fails to provide them with the Prosians' trade goods, they are headed to the continent of Prosia at risk. Then the profit from relay trading had to be reduced.

I circled around and stood in front of a middle-aged relay table.

“Hey, mister. Do you have any hotheads or gangsters around here? ”

“Not really. ”

“And there are no mercenaries around Kara who steal? ”

“No. Kara has a lot of work to do here. We don't have enough mercenaries. Mercenaries don't cause problems. ”

I scratched my head with an embarrassed face. I have nothing to do with this.

“Mister, is there anyone you don't like? ”

“There is.”

“Who?”

“A little while ago, a young man in a half-mask came to me, and he kept cutting me off. I'm really busy right now. ”

I rolled my eyes.

“Ahhh!”

“Yes, it is. ”

“Good work, then. ”

I left in a hurry. Oh, I'm so nervous.

After a short walk, I took out my wallet and looked at it and sighed for a long time. Right now my total fortune is just a few silver coins and dozens of coins. The wallet is showing the floor.

100 Leafs from Shura's contribution to the Shrine Hall. 82-rips of portal fees for two people who came to Kara. The 230 leafs were used for both the office rent of 45 leafs per year and the office interior fee of 3 leafs, so there should be roughly 7 leafs of gold left, but this was a matter of greed.

I made a bad bet on the camel stadium a few days ago and blew it all up.

‘Oh, camel number five, you could have won. ’

At that time, I looked closely at the camel with number 5. It's because he looked strong and smart unlike the others. Besides, he was even in his first race. The proceeds were no joke.

So I bet all the money I wanted to take a chance on, but he ran right up to the top camel and he dropped the rider off near the finish line.

The more frustrating thing is that this camel could have been number one, as I expected.

He was running second in the game with the first camel, so I blew a coin to the first camel with a very good heart, and suddenly this camel 5 covered the last camel, covering the first camel, and he was right and crazy.

“Ugh. My money like blood. ”

World history doesn't work on the minds of real people. Camel number five had enough strategy and stamina to win first place, and I threw a coin exactly for the opponent who was competing in first place, and it twisted strangely, and my entire fortune flew away. Oh, my God.

But that's how life works. There are good days, there are bad days, there are bad days.

"Hehe, you can make some more. ’

I stood in my place. It's because I smelled the meat I collected somewhere. When I look up at the sky, the sun is high. It's time to eat. I turn my feet in a direction that smells of meat.

And near the entrance to Kara Castle's western gate, I discovered the origin of the smell of food. It was a packaged wagon.

“You are a disgrace to our Orcs. Takeover.”

“Aren't you ashamed that a great Orc is packing his wagon? Glug.”

I saw some green skinned Orcs surrounding the street wagon. You don't seem to be a thug who receives a lot of tax from wearing body armor in all sorts of weapons. Looks like Orc mercenaries.

Many Orc mercenaries are active in Kara, a neutral force.

What the hell is that? ’

Inside the Packaging Wagon, you see an Orc of Banshee roasting only meat with its head bent on taunting the surrounding area. Like a straggler, his face was covered with shadows, and his face was wrinkled like he was carrying all the worries of the world.

But the force from the big one was no joke. The two heads are bigger than the other Orcs gathered around them, and the muscles around you like armor are thick and bumpy. I was more worried about the statues of provocative Orc mercenaries.

"Them. If they get hit like that, they'll break their heads." ’

However, the owner of the Orc Packaging Wagon showed no action. I was just quietly accepting the insult.

But he certainly wasn't afraid of Orc mercenaries. At the moment, there was no hesitation at all in the touch of the Giant Orc, who was flipping the meat over the fireplace.

I approached the Packaging Wagon. I was never worried about Orc mercenaries. It's just time to eat.

“Hey, if you're not gonna eat, why don't you just go? ”

The Orc mercenaries stared at me in unison. The bastards stared at me and said, "How dare you stop their ceremony?"

“Human. Who are you? ”

“Don't you see? Customer.”

An Orc mercenary loosened his nose.

“Get lost. We don't like humans very much. Khuru.”

“Oh, really? I like mercenaries. ”

“Are you a mercenary, too? ”

“No, I go around killing mercenaries. It's a lot of money for a haircut. So I'm saying, please, make some noise. The rules of the world are so strict, I can't just kill them. ”

I smiled and slightly pulled out the Jojo, and the Orc mercenaries came forward in a fury. Orcs don't back down from taunting. Fight until you decide to lose, and if the winner gives a small amount, he lives or dies.

At that time, the hand holding the kitchen knife extends out and blocks the front of the Orc mercenaries. He was the owner of the Orc Packaged Wagon.

“He's dangerous. Charge, and you'll all die. ”

A heavy roar of the Orc master spreads around. It was very intimidating, but the Orc Mercenaries rushed to the Orc Packaging Wagon Owner without hesitation. You were perceived to be a provocation.

‘Tsk, tsk, tsk. Orcs, after all. You really can't do that. ’

I closed my eyes. I don't need to look at this to see the results.

Immediately, I heard a murmur several times, and I could see several Orc mercenaries lying on the side of the road with their eyes wide open.

The situation is over. Soon, I'm sitting on a wooden chair in front of the Packaging Wagon.

“Orc ashes. You're doing a good job.”

The owner of the Orc Packaged Wagon wiped his hands with his clothing and stood across from me.

“Go on your way. ”

“You just said you were a guest. ”

“Then why are you picking on them? ”

“I'm going to do a double business. I want money these days. ”

“All things are one brother! I'm not going to kill you! ”

Along with the shout, the owner of the Packaging Wagon gave his eyes a huge burst of energy. This guy, pretending to be more than a minimum master. But it was expected. The force was different from the first time I saw this Orc owner.

“Hmph. I won't kill you just by giving me a bag of money. ”

“You're as wicked as you are here. ”

“Humans come here when they're hungry, too. That's why you have to eat first. What are you doing? ”

The owner of the Packaged Wagon pressed his strength and sighed deeply.

“What are you going to eat? ”

“Cooking meat, bread, vegetables. ”

I've ordered everything that stands out. The owner of the Orc Packaging Wagon placed the thinly sliced meat on a hot iron plate and sprinkled all the spices and began cooking.

“But Orcs? What's your name?"

“Zenbe.”

My eyelid twitched slightly.

Zenbe, the holy oil. I've heard that name before. Zenbe is the master of Titanian Giant Sword of Fortune, a three-tier wonder, and chief of the Blue Earth tribe, who was once recognized as a master warrior strong enough to fit all Orc warriors under three fingers.

Ten years ago, I heard that Grolmog had been killed in a war with the Red Molar tribe, and now I see that he is trembling here in Kara.

< Zenbe's Packaging Wagon. > End

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