267 Warriors Who Dont Want Money (2/2)
Brainiac placed a cup of brewed bloody chrysanthemum tea in front of the Orc, who nodded gratefully. Then the Orc asked, ”Is there red tea?”
”Apologies, we only have bloody chrysanthemum tea.”
Brainiac sat opposite the Orc.
Thirty Orcs were crammed into the small room. They were brought in by the Orc Captain.
”So…” Sherlock sat opposite the Orcs and said, ”You are from the same village and aren't an organized mercenary group. What is this about?”
Sherlock was playing computer games with Eggface in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall when Brainiac came to ask him to settle a matter personally.
When Sherlock arrived, he saw the Orcs waiting in the Guest Hall.
”That's correct,” the Orc Captain said as he nodded.
”Then, your armor…” Sherlock pointed at the Orcs' armor.
”Ah, it was painted on our clothes. The armor isn't real. As for the weapons…” The Orc Captain placed his Axe on the table and said in a crisp voice, ”This is a fake Axe. We create it using baked clay.”
”I see. Why did you disguise yourselves and come to the Adventurer's Guild?” Sherlock frowned and asked. As they were entrusting missions, he had to clarify things so that he could provide services and earn their Magic Stones.
While they were talking, a feather pen floated in the air and started writing on a blank sheet of paper.
”We don't mean to deceive you, Lord Sherlock.”
The Orc Captain said earnestly, ”We use all of this to scare off our would-be invaders. Though we don't stay in Winterfell and won't have to pay taxes, we have to take care of our safety. Hence, our elders organize fights to scare off the wild beasts. For recent generations, there has been a dwindling number of wild beasts. The real armor and weapons were unusable after long periods of neglect, so we had to create imitations. We feel safer with our disguises since it's our first time coming to Winterfell.”
”Yes, yes.”
The group of Orcs nodded in agreement.
”Ah, why did you leave in the first place?” Evelynn couldn't help asking.
”Because we saw a lot of creatures with superior equipment and because there was a lot of wooden furniture. It must be worth a fortune. We were afraid we couldn't afford the charges, so we decided to look for another Guild,” the Orc Captain said in embarrassment.
”Why did you return?”
The Orc Captain hesitated as they looked at each other. Brainiac said, ”They were probably intimidated by the Gnomes and Houndhead Men as they were about to attack.”
”That's correct! They were terrifying, saying they wanted to hack us directly in our face. I thought they had misunderstood our intention, so we quickly returned.”
The Orc Captain was still feeling the fear. Then he asked, ”Are they only jesting? Will they attack us?”
”No, according to my research, they'll attack,” Brainiac replied confidently.
”Are you sure? Aren't there Garrison Guards in Winterfell?”
The Orc Captain was shocked. Sherlock interrupted their conversation to prevent further deviation. He said, ”Wait a moment, I don't know what mission you're entrusting us? Are you requesting training or the purchase of equipment?”
”No, no, Lord Sherlock.” The Orc Captain was worried, and he said, ”We were threatened by a bunch of Ogres. We hope to find warriors who don't want money to protect us!”
”What's that again?”
”Don't want money!”