Chapter 196 Leisurely Life in the Tribe (Part 2)

The next morning, I chose to stay at Gulvig's house. After all, being treated as a free porter was really tiring, while Basaka, as always, liked to run around aimlessly.

However... not a single orc resident would ask him for any help, which made me envious of his leisurely lifestyle.

Good morning, Mrs. Gulveg!

"Oh, it's Lord Leon... No need to be so polite, it's alright to get up a little late."

That's what they say, but I've already developed a good habit of going to bed early and waking up early, and I'm the kind of well-behaved child that my parents can be at ease with.

"Do you need any help, Mrs. Gulveg?"

In the center of the restaurant was a table covered with a white cloth. It was probably made of some rare wood, so it looked very sturdy. It was coated with a brown grease, so there was no worry about it getting infested with insects or rotting.

Because Dororo experiences rainfall for almost half a year, many wooden items become damp, moldy, and deteriorate. Therefore, this is the most common preservation method used by the Orc tribes. Not only furniture, but even weapons are coated with this substance to prevent rust from rendering them unusable.

There were several wooden chairs next to the table, with plates already set out on them, including my seat. Is it because there are two more mouths to feed that making breakfast has become so complicated?

"No need! Please wait a moment, Lord Leon, breakfast will be ready soon."

"It's fine, I'm just killing time anyway."

That's true. Although they are guests, they can't be waited on hand and foot like young masters. That would leave a very bad impression on the Gulvig family.

"That really troubles you."

"It's fine."

The person in charge of breakfast was Gulvig's first wife. Although she was in her thirties, she was still very young, probably because she was pampered every day, so you couldn't even see a single wrinkle.

“Hela used to make breakfast with me, so… ah… I’m sorry, we’ve suddenly changed the subject.”

"I see... But Hela is already..."

"No, no, no... I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"No, that's not true at all. It's all thanks to Lord Leon's help! Thank you so much!"

I originally thought that orcs wouldn't be prone to sadness, since Gulvig didn't show any grief over Hela's death. But now it seems that's not the case.

"What a pity, she's such a reliable older sister."

Breakfast is simple: just heat up the milk, then serve it with toast and cheese, and oh yes... blueberry jam is a must, kids seem to have a special fondness for sweet things like that.

In short, even for Madame Gulvig, who possessed superb culinary skills, this was the first time she had ever encountered such a simple breakfast.

It's probably because Grandpa Whitebeard specifically instructed me to try to provide food from human society, which is why I haven't been able to finish eating by the time it should have been.

"Mrs. Gulvig, the toast should be cut into pieces."

"Ah...is that so? I'm so sorry."

My job is to heat the milk, which can be easily done with fire magic. With a little control over the magic, I can make sure the milk is hot and at the perfect temperature.

"Alright, I'm done here, Mrs. Gulvig!"

"Lord Leon looks very young, but he is very thoughtful."

"It's nothing... I've just seen my family make it, so I have a little understanding of it."

"With such an outstanding child, your parents must be exceptionally outstanding as well."

"...I guess so."

My mother is undoubtedly the gentlest and kindest woman in the world, and also an excellent magician. She gives me a very reliable feeling.

However... for that half-baked lecherous father, he was indeed excellent, after all, he was a guy who could easily master all sword techniques, but he was very unreliable.

"Who exactly are Dororo's family members?"

According to the advice of the "human god", although the magic eye can see very detailed images, it is still impossible to know which family member it is.

In short, the most urgent task is to reattach Lilith's arm so that she can connect with the scenes she saw at the "God of Humanity." Although following the "God of Humanity's" advice completely would turn her into a puppet controlled by others, there is really no other choice at the moment.

~~~

After breakfast, I will continue to stay at home.

Looking down from the window, one can see many orc residents bustling about. After all, the fire has affected a large area, leaving many people homeless, making the reconstruction work extremely complicated.

"Uh...so bored..."

I leaned back in my chair, letting only the two legs bear my weight. Although it made a creaking sound that echoed throughout the room, there was really nothing to do.

I want to go out and explore, but I don't want to be treated like a porter of nature, which really creates a conflict with my inner self.

"Should we finish the statue we didn't complete before?"

I have to say, that was the best way for me to pass the time when I lived in a free apartment. Although it was just something I did casually, I did develop quite a few tips in this area.

"But... I left the clay sculpture in the free apartment, how am I supposed to get it?"

In this regard, I think of the best candidate: Barsaka.

For some reason, Gulvig and Basaka seemed to get along very well. After all, they are both married adults, so is it because they share similar quirky interests?

"Okay! That's fine then."

Finding Basaka is easy; aside from wandering around, he spends most of his time with Gulvig, so you're sure to see them both if you head to the area where the tribe is being rebuilt.

"Woof woof!"

Just as I was about to get up and leave the room, that big dog... the Holy Beast, slowly walked in.

Is it because it was carefully cared for like a greenhouse flower in the tribe, which is why it grew so white and plump?

However, I heard from Lady Gulveg that the Holy Beast has one walk time every day, which means that it can only wander around the tribe during this time.

And it seems that my favorite leisurely stroll route has found me right now.

"Oh! Isn't this the Holy Beast? What business do you have with me, a mere beast?"

Yes, I was once mistaken for some sex animal in heat and sent to a free apartment.

"Woof!"

"Two!"

"Woof!"

It seems to be a guy who doesn't understand English. In short, it's unwilling to answer "three". I almost forgot, the Holy Beast doesn't speak human language like "Julius", so communication can only be done by responding with "woof"?

"Hmm...? By the way, is this big dog male or female?"

It is indeed a problem, but if we try to investigate, we'll probably get bitten hard.

"Lord Holy Beast, do you know where Basaka is? Hmm... he's the monkey-faced guy who was with me the other day."

"Woof!"

"Uh... what does it mean?"

I remember that Gulveg did communicate with it, but how did he understand the language of the Holy Beast?

"Woof woof!"

"Alright! If you know, sit down! If you don't... stick your tongue out!"

"Woof!"

The big dog obediently sat down, seemingly knowing where Basaka had gone.

"Great! Can you take me to him?"

"Woof!"

"Okay, okay! Let's go!"

I don't know if the big dog had encountered Basaka when it came over, or if it remembered Basaka's scent, but in any case, I was able to find Basaka quickly with its help.

"Hey! Newbie! What are you doing?"

"Oh! It's the boss!"

At this moment, Basaka was not with Gulvig, but was wandering around the tribe alone, humming an unknown tune as he walked.

"Thanks to your vest last time, here you go."

"It's alright, boss! If you like it, just keep it."

"Who would like something like this? It's not like it's a girl's underwear, what's the point of keeping it?"

However... Basaka doesn't seem to be a bad person. He gives me a very easygoing and warm feeling. Although I don't feel safe with him, he is indeed a trustworthy person.

"By the way, newbie, can you do me a favor?"

"What's going on? Why is the boss suddenly being so polite?"

"Hmm... I'd like you to go back to the free apartment for a bit."

"Free apartments? Where are those?"

I almost forgot, the "free apartment" is a definition I gave to prison myself, and Barsaka doesn't know that.

"Uh... it means you're going back to your cell."

"Ha... Boss! What are you going to do?"

For some reason, Basaka's gaze lingered on me and the Holy Beast, and he would nod from time to time, leaving me completely bewildered.

"Boss! I understand!"

"You don't understand a damn thing!"

"I just asked you to go back to your cell and get my clay sculpture. What are you thinking, newbie!"

In the end, he was just a guy whose head was filled with strange things.

"I see! Boss! Leave it to me!"

"Then I'll leave it to you!"

~~~

At noon, Basaka returned to Gulveg's house looking disheveled and handed me the unfinished clay sculpture, looking just like some kind of secret agent.

However, that's not the case.

It wasn't until evening that I learned that monsters could appear in orc tribes, and the location was right near the prison. Although orc warriors arrived in time, Basaka was still covered in dust and dirt.

According to Gulveg, it was a reptilian monster similar to a chameleon, capable of changing its appearance and skin to match the terrain. Therefore, even with their keen sense of smell, they didn't know exactly where it would appear.

"Is that so?"

Therefore, I am truly sorry for making the rash decision to send Basaka to the prison alone. So I immediately used the "Azure Crown" to check his injuries, and found that he was completely unharmed.

To be able to hold out against such a monster until the orc warriors arrived is truly a testament to his good fortune.

~~~

Time quickly passed to the third day.

After breakfast, I stayed in my room. Because of the sudden attack by monsters yesterday, Basaka had become much more obedient and dared not wander around alone, but still followed behind Gulvig.

During this time, I am not alone. The Holy Beast will stay in the room with me, lying at my feet, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hmm... only the eyes are missing."

After getting the clay sculpture back, I began to carefully work on the unfinished sculpture. After all, this was the goddess Sylvie, and I couldn't be careless.

The carving of the eyes is arguably the most important part of the entire clay sculpture.

First, a gemstone needs to be set into the eye socket, then polished smooth according to my requirements, and finally two pieces are glued on top.

"Huff... huff..."

I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and prepared to begin.

Snap!

Just as I was about to add the finishing touches to the clay sculpture, the door was suddenly pushed open. Luckily, I stopped in time, otherwise I was afraid that this most crucial step would be ruined.

"Big...big brother, do you have some time?"

"It's that... oh..."

I stared blankly at the child standing at the door. His delicate face showed some nervousness, and his little tail wagged back and forth, not knowing where to put it. Ah... so he was an orc child?

"Is there something you need?"

She looked somewhat familiar, but orcs all look very similar, being a group of bronze-skinned creatures, so I couldn't recognize her at first glance.

"Big...big brother, thank you so much...for saving my life."

Oh! I remember now, she was the child who almost got hit by that broken bridge.

"Did you come here specifically to express your gratitude?"

"It's nothing, just a small favor."

I smiled at her and didn't take it to heart. After all, so many people thanked me on the first day that I had probably become immune to this kind of gratitude, so I wasn't surprised.

"But...but Mother said we should thank Lord Leon properly! Please...please marry me, I will serve Lord Leon like a slave!"

ha……

I stared at the little girl in front of me in surprise, unable to process what was going on with this orc child for a moment.

"Please marry me, Lord Leon!"

She looked at me firmly, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"No...no..."

Anyone with a brain knows that she was fed some half-baked knowledge by some mediocre guy.

"No... Does Lord Leon dislike me?"

No...that's not it.

"Then why won't you marry me...? This is my first time, and I'll try my best to satisfy Lord Leon's interests!"

"Please stop focusing your attention on me and the big dog!"

"How about this, I'll come and marry you when you're an adult?"

"Really? Lord Leon wouldn't be lying to me, would he?!"

"I wouldn't lie to you... yeah right."

To be honest, it's really easy to handle kids like this, except for a certain guy who's called a Sword Emperor.

"But you have to promise me you'll grow up well, okay?"

"Um!"

Watching the girl jump for joy and then run out of the room and disappear, I shook my head helplessly. "Saving someone means repaying them with your body? What kind of half-baked rule is that?"

Although it's a lie, it's a white lie. In any case, when the girl grows up, she will definitely meet that orc warrior who loves her very much and makes her feel safe. She'll probably forget about this strange promise when she wakes up the next day.

At this time, the white-bearded grandfather also prepared the dragon carriage. This was something I had specifically asked him to do, since we couldn't return to "Port Luca" without such a means of transportation.

There was also the special wine requested by the dwarves, which was naturally indispensable. A large jar was filled in the back of the dragon carriage, and my leisurely life in the orc tribe came to an end here.

Oh right... I almost forgot to tell you all, remember to write down the orc girl who appears here, or circle her with a marker, this is a must-know point on the test.

I don't know if it will be on the test this year, but it will definitely be on the test next year!