Chapter 554 (2/2)

“It’s not your fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going. I deserved that,” the half-elf said, smiling and shaking his head. After comforting the Half-Orc, he looked at the materials on the ground and sighed deeply.

“Old Dodin, sometimes I really miss the time when we adventured together!” the half-elf said. “Although we were poor and in danger, at least we didn’t have so much complicated work!”

His friend Dodin, the man with a lot of white hair, said with a smile, “At that time, we were worried because we didn’t have enough work. After finishing one meal, we had to think about how to get our next meal. We never thought that we would complain about too much work one day.”

The half-elf also smiled. He stood up and pulled up the Half-Orc who was still sitting on the ground. Then he was about to pick up the materials that had fallen on the ground, but he was suddenly stunned. He began to look at the Half-Orc with fixed eyes.

Dodin put his own things on the ground, and then bent over to help him pick up the materials. Seeing the half-elf in shock, Dodin curiously asked, “What happened? What’s wrong with this little guy? You know him?”

The half-elf shook his head, and then he asked, “What kind of Half-Orc are you? Half fox or rabbit?”

Dodin knew the half-elf’s meaning. He turned his head and saw that the little Half-Orc had rabbit’s ears, but he also had a fox’s pointed nose. His appearance was very weird.

“Hm? If you didn’t mention that, I wouldn’t have noticed!” Dodin said. He also curiously walked up to the Half-Orc and carefully looked at the nervous little guy. “Usually, the children of two different races will have clear racial tendencies. A marginal type between two races is rare. Even if there is such a type, they would normally be the children of two Orcs who have similar bloodlines. A fox and a rabbit… they are so different. They could also give birth to a marginal child? I have never heard of that.”

“It’s doesn’t matter whether you’ve never seen it or not. Seeing is believing, after all,” the half-elf said.

Hearing their words, the short Half-Orc was more nervous. He lowered his head, and his body was shivering.

“Oh! Do we scare you?” the half-elf asked. He was more sensitive, so he sensed his nervousness. The half-elf apologized hurriedly, “Sorry! But we don’t mean to harm you. We are just… a little surprised.”

“Yeah, we’re just surprised,” Dodin also hurriedly explained. “You don’t need to be nervous. In the Republic, no one will discriminate against you because of your appearance and race.”

“If someone dares to do that, you can report it to the people of the Church of Void Mask, the priests who have painted jellyfishes on their robes on the street,” the half-elf said. “They will give that person electroshock therapy. Not even his mother can recognize them after that!”

“Or he can’t even recognize his mother after the electric shocks,” Dodin said, joking. “The last time, I saw a guy bullying a gnome, and then he was given electroshock therapy in public. I saw blue and white electric lights lingering around on his body with a buzzing sound. Everyone was amazed. Some people even yelled, ‘He’s gone up to heaven.'”

The two cooperated with each other perfectly. They echoed each other just like a comic dialogue. Although it was not funny at all, it dispelled the fear of the short Half-Orc successfully. The Half-Orc finally laughed.

“Thank you!” he said. He stood up and thanked the two people. “I’ve come to sign up for the technical school. Is this the right place?”

“Yes, you’re in the right place,” the half-elf said, nodding. He pointed to the corner and said, “Turn around this corner, you will see the recruitment table.”

“According to your stature though, I am afraid that you may fail,” Dodin said, shaking his head. “This time, we’re recruiting craftsmen and miners. This work needs strength. I am afraid you won’t be able to do it.”

“I can do it well!” the short Half-Orc said stubbornly. “Other people use 10% of their strength, but I will use 20% of my strength. Others work for an hour, and I will work for two hours. As long as I am diligent enough, I can always do something well.”

The two former adventurers looked at each other, and then they nodded and smiled.

“Little guy, what is your name?” Dodin asked. “Maybe after a few years, we will be colleagues.”

“Hopes,” the short Half-Orc replied. “My name is Hopes Wilder. Thank you for your guidance.”

He took brisk paces and quickly turned around the corner. Seeing him, Dodin said to himself, sighing, “Not many Half-Orcs have family names. What is the origin of this little guy?”

“It doesn’t matter what his origin is,” the half-elf who had once had a noble family name said with a smile. “In this country, what matters is not the past, but the future.”