In the lobby of the villa, a dozen goblin maids lined up on both sides. At the end of the maid queue, there were a dozen wooden puppets. Some were holding brooms and dustpans, some were holding teapots, and some were holding dinner plates. Holding a rag.

The Phoenix and the others were very satisfied with the treatment, and they all showed arrogant and ladylike expressions. Even Remy, who had always loved to ride on my shoulders, also fell down, learning from the girls in front, and walking rigorously.

On the side, I was eager to watch, but I didn't dare to laugh out loud. I always felt how funny and funny the lady-like appearance of Phoenix and the others.

Of course, it does not include two people, Yula and Lilea.

Yula was originally from the nobleman of Eri City, and the education he received from a young age was very strict. Due to the relationship between occupation types, Lilya has contact with people at all levels, and naturally learned the so-called elegant style of nobility.

Anyway, for me, these nobles' elegant eggs are not useful, and mastering real strength is the most important thing.

I just came into contact with the Dwarf King. If I guess correctly, his physical strength has reached a terrible level. Among the people I contact, except Achilles, maybe no one can reach this strength.

If he can get into a fight with Achilles, it might be wonderful~

However, the final result is undoubtedly that Achilles will win, unless it can reach Achilles' level or similar strength, otherwise, it will be futile.

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

After a day of shopping, Remy's relationship with Phoenix is ​​close to the level of intimacy second only to me. Now she can sleep peacefully even if she leaves me-but she must be held by Phoenix Just work.

Lying alone on a big bed, I took off my handguard and exposed my left arm.

The left arm, from the fingertips to the elbow, is covered by black or red graffiti, intertwined, like a very strange tattoo.

What are these things that Dewey called runes?

Why do they fly off my skin every time I am extremely angry, or lose my mind, and keep spinning around my body?

Why do they have the ability to break the dungeon boss room?

Where did the terrifying destructive power that made me feel desperate gather from?

Why is the usual me, or the me who covers them, completely unaware of the existence of this power?

While thinking about it, I suddenly thought of a person, the high priest of the orc race.

I heard this person from Princess Aurora. After Princess Aurora stated the prophecy and fulfillment of the orc high priest, I always have the illusion that this orc high priest might really know me. The reason for the ghost symbol on the arm.

However, even with these thoughts, when should I go to him?

No, this is not accurate. I should say, what kind of opportunity do I have to find him?

Judging from the high priest of the orc race described by Princess Aurora, this high priest must have an extremely respectable position, perhaps, perhaps even higher than that of the city lord.

I still can't see one side of the city lord of Dasai, let alone the omniscient high priest.

How about saving the face of the dwarf king through me and letting the dwarf king come forward and write me a recommendation letter to introduce me to the high priest?

Uh... this doesn't seem great.

It's a bit of intimidating the other party with kindness, and even with this letter of recommendation, will you definitely meet the orc high priest?

I don’t think so.

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

Experts generally have tempers.

How about going to Dewey to find a way?

With this thought, I jumped off the bed instantly, walked out of the room quickly, and asked the goblin maid: "If my fiancees ask where I am going, you can tell them for me. I went to Dewey."

After speaking, he left the villa directly.

The villa that Dewey chose for me is very close to the palace, so it didn't take much time for me to come to the gate of the palace.

The guards guarding the gate are probably changed every day, because it is the two of them who stand guard here early in the morning, and now it is the two of them.

The two guards recognized me at a glance that I was the fellow Human Race who Dewey had taken into the palace. I smiled and said, "Do you remember me?"

The two guards were also happy, saying: "Of course, I remember that so far, there are no more than five foreigners who have been personally picked up by Master Dewey."

After hearing the explanation from the guard, I feel honored.

Have you seen me, I am one of the five most distinguished guests, hehe (silly laugh)~

Under the guidance of the ensuing maid, I quickly found Dewey. He was sitting in the office reviewing stacks of papers. After meeting me, he said hello and continued to review them. Stacks of files.

Looking at the densely packed small prints, I only felt my brain hurt, and I couldn't help but say, "What are you doing?"

Without looking up, Dewey said, "Help my brother review the official documents, and there are problems with urban construction."

"You are really working hard every day." I grinned, pulled a chair, and sat down and said, "When do you usually rest?"

"I have regular rest periods," Dewey said: "It's just that I'm not busy now, and my brother is drunk again. These official documents and handed-in documents can't be approved by no one, I have to do it for them."

"Oh......"

Hearing what he said, I was embarrassed to speak again, and planned to get up and leave. At this time, Dewey said, "If you have anything, just talk about it. It won't delay my work."

"Really?"

"When did I Dewey tell lies."

"Okay, then" I thought for a while, and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"What's busy?"

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

Click it!

The pencil lead in Dewey's hand was broken.

He slowly raised his head, unconsciously pressed the little glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with his left hand, looked at me in surprise, a little bit, he asked me in a tone full of uncertainty, and said: "You, you say it again, Who do you want to see?"

"The high priest of the orcs!" I said every word.

"Are you here, kidding?" Dewey stood up and walked slowly to me, staring at me through those small glasses.

"I'm not kidding," I said, "I just want to meet the high priest of the orc."

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

"Ask him a few questions" I said: "Also show him my arm, and see if he can help me solve the secret of switching to my left arm."

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