In the hall of the villa, more than a dozen goblin maids lined up on both sides, and at the end of the maid procession, there were more than a dozen wooden puppets, some holding brooms and dustpans, some holding teapots, some holding dinner plates, and some holding rags. (8) (1) Chinese Ω 『Δ Net'.81.

The phoenixes were very satisfied with this treatment, and they all showed a proud and ladylike look, and even Remy, who had always loved to ride on my shoulder, also floated down, learning from the women in front of them, walking with a clear eye.

I was on the sidelines and wanted to be happy, but I didn't dare to make a sound, I always felt how funny and funny the ladies they pretended to be.

Of course, this does not include two people, Yura and Lirea.

Jura was originally a nobleman from Eri City, and her education was very strict since she was a child, and Lirea had contact with people at all levels due to her professional category, and naturally learned the so-called elegant style of the nobility.

Anyway, for me, these nobles' elegant eggs are useless, and the most important thing is to have real strength.

I just made contact with the Dwarf King, and if I didn't guess wrong, his ** strength has reached a terrifying level, and among the people I came into contact with, except for Achilles, maybe no one else can reach this strength.

If you can let him fight with Achilles, it may be very exciting~

However, the final result is undoubtedly Achilles' victory, unless it can reach Achilles's level, or similar strength, otherwise it will be in vain.

The rooms were quickly divided, one for myself and one for the girls.

After a day of shopping, Remy's relationship with Phoenix has become second only to mine, and now she can sleep peacefully without me—but she must be held by Phoenix.

Lying alone on a large bed, I took off my handguard and left my left arm bare.

The left arm, from the fingertips to the elbows, is covered in black and red graffiti, intertwined like a very strange tattoo.

What exactly are these things that Dewey called runes?

Why do they fly off my skin and spin around my body every time I'm so angry or out of my mind that I can't stop spinning?

Why do they have enough power to break a dungeon boss room?

Where did that destructive power, which was so terrible that I felt so desperate, come from?

Why is it that I, who am ordinary, or who covers them, are completely unaware of the existence of this power?

As I thought about it, I suddenly thought of a man, the high priest of the orc race.

I heard this person from Princess Aurora's mouth, and after Princess Aurora stated the prophecy and fulfillment of the orc high priest's prophecy, I always had the illusion that this orc high priest might really know the reason for the ghost drawing on my arm.

But even with that in mind, when should I go to him?

No, that's not accurate, I should say, what kind of opportunity should I go to him?

Judging from the orc high priest described by Princess Aurora, this high priest must have enjoyed an extremely respected status, perhaps even higher than the status of the city lord.

I haven't been able to meet the Lord of Dasai City, let alone this all-knowing High Priest.

Why don't you save the dwarven king's face by me, and ask the dwarven king to come forward and help me write a letter of recommendation to introduce me to the high priest?

Belch...... That doesn't seem like a good thing.

It's a bit of a favor to coerce the other party, and, even with this letter of recommendation, you must have met the high priest of the orc clan?

I don't think so.

After all, he is the high priest of the orc clan and not the high priest of the dwarf clan, even if he refutes the face of the dwarf king on the spot, it is not impossible.

Tall people generally have tempers.

Why don't you find a way for Dewey?

With this thought in mind, I jumped out of bed in an instant, walked out of the room quickly, and instructed the goblin maid, "If my fiancées ask me where I have gone, tell them for me, and I will go to Dewey." ”

After speaking, he left the villa directly.

The villa that Dewey chose for me was very close to the palace, so it didn't take long for me to come to the palace.

The guards guarding the gate are estimated to change every day, because it was the two of them who stood guard here early in the morning, and now, it is still the two of them.

The two guards recognized me at a glance as the Terran boy that Dewey had brought into the palace, and I smiled and said, "Do you remember me?" ”

The two guards were also amused, and said, "Of course I remember, so far, there have been less than five foreigners who have been personally picked up by Master Dewey. ”

After listening to the guard's explanation, I was honored.

See, I'm one of the five most distinguished guests, hehe (lewd smile)~

Led by the maid who followed, I soon found Dewey, who was sitting in his office reviewing stacks of papers, and when he saw me, he said hello and went on to review the stacks of papers.

I looked at the dense small words on it, and I only felt a pain in my brain, and I couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here?" ”

Dewey didn't raise his head and said, "Help my brother review official documents, and there are also problems with urban construction." ”

"You've had a really hard day," I grinned, pulled up a chair, sat down, and said, "When do you usually rest?" ”

"I have a regular rest time," Dewey said, "but now that I'm not busy, and my brother is drunk, these official documents and documents handed in can't go unnoticed, so I have to do it for me." ”

"Oh......"

Hearing him say this, I was embarrassed to speak again, so I was about to get up and leave, at this time, Dewey said: "If you have anything, you can say it, and don't delay my work." ”

"Really?"

"When did I, Dewey, tell a lie."

"Alright then," I thought for a moment, "I want you to do me a favor." ”

"What's the busy?"

"Help me write a letter of introduction," I said, "I want to meet the orc high priest." ”

Click!

The lead of the pencil in Dewey's hand was broken.

He slowly raised his head, unconsciously pressed the small glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with his left hand, and looked at me with surprise in his eyes. ”

"High Priestess of the Orcs!" I said word by word.

"You're here, kidding?" Dewey stood up and walked slowly over to me, his eyes fixed on me through the tiny pair of glasses.

"I'm not kidding," I said, "I'm going to meet the high priest of the orcs." ”

"What do you want to do when you see him?" Dewey looked me directly and asked.

"Ask him a few questions," I said, "and show him my arm to see if he can help me unravel the mystery of my left arm." ”