“You helped me there. I appreciate it.” Bash said to the Messenger of Peace as they passed through the checkpoint. If he hadn’t come, it would have rained blood in that place. Of course, entering the country at that point would already be a dream. On the contrary, in the worst case scenario, another war could have broken out.
“But that’s all right! Since I am Errol, the messenger of peace… no… of Love and Peace!”
“Errol, Messenger of Love and Peace,” he said, and sounded his stringed instrument. The sound seemed somewhat similar to the moaning heard when an orc warlord r̲a̲pe̲d̲ a woman in his hut. Bash knew nothing about music, but it sounded like hope. The kind that made him want to make someone moan like that in the future, hopefully.
“And you should come…”
“What?”
“No, it’s nothing! Ahahahaha!” Errol suddenly burst out laughing and trotted off. “See you soon!”
“Yes! I’ll pay this debt sooner or later!”
“Haha, I’m counting on you, Bash, the Orc Hero!”
Errol laughed and ran down the road that led to the village. His destination was the same as Bash’s. If that was the case, there would be another chance to see him again.
“He was quite a talkative fellow, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was.”
Errol would probably find it curious to say the least that it was Zell who said so, but Bash agreed. He was the kind of guy he hadn’t seen much of in his travels so far. But then Bash suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. A look that orcs didn’t usually show, as if he was searching the depths of his memories.
“Hm? Mister, is something bothering you?”
“I feel like I’ve seen that man somewhere before.”
“Maybe you met him on the battlefield?”
His movements were precise, which was hard to imagine from his frivolous demeanor. At first glance, he appeared to be full of openings, but Bash and Zell discovered that he didn’t actually leave any. It was obvious that he was a warrior…a man of some renown. But they didn’t recognize the name Errol, his title “Messenger of Love and Peace”, or the mask he wore. Not to mention the stringed instrument.
“This time we’re going to do everything we can to find you a wife!”
“Yes, that’s right!”
If they didn’t know, then they didn’t know. Bash and Zell were the type of people who didn’t care about the details.
Instead, they were excited to get to the Beastmen Nation.
“You helped me there. I appreciate it.” Bash said to the Messenger of Peace as they passed through the checkpoint. If he hadn’t come, it would have rained blood in that place. Of course, entering the country at that point would already be a dream. On the contrary, in the worst case scenario, another war could have broken out.
“But that’s all right! Since I am Errol, the messenger of peace… no… of Love and Peace!”
“Errol, Messenger of Love and Peace,” he said, and sounded his stringed instrument. The sound seemed somewhat similar to the moaning heard when an orc warlord r̲a̲pe̲d̲ a woman in his hut. Bash knew nothing about music, but it sounded like hope. The kind that made him want to make someone moan like that in the future, hopefully.
“And you should come…”
“What?”
“No, it’s nothing! Ahahahaha!” Errol suddenly burst out laughing and trotted off. “See you soon!”
“Yes! I’ll pay this debt sooner or later!”
“Haha, I’m counting on you, Bash, the Orc Hero!”
Errol laughed and ran down the road that led to the village. His destination was the same as Bash’s. If that was the case, there would be another chance to see him again.
“He was quite a talkative fellow, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was.”
Errol would probably find it curious to say the least that it was Zell who said so, but Bash agreed. He was the kind of guy he hadn’t seen much of in his travels so far. But then Bash suddenly showed a thoughtful expression. A look that orcs didn’t usually show, as if he was searching the depths of his memories.
“Hm? Mister, is something bothering you?”
“I feel like I’ve seen that man somewhere before.”
“Maybe you met him on the battlefield?”
His movements were precise, which was hard to imagine from his frivolous demeanor. At first glance, he appeared to be full of openings, but Bash and Zell discovered that he didn’t actually leave any. It was obvious that he was a warrior…a man of some renown. But they didn’t recognize the name Errol, his title “Messenger of Love and Peace”, or the mask he wore. Not to mention the stringed instrument.
“This time we’re going to do everything we can to find you a wife!”
“Yes, that’s right!”
If they didn’t know, then they didn’t know. Bash and Zell were the type of people who didn’t care about the details.
Instead, they were excited to get to the Beastmen Nation.
