Russ had a fit.
“Kaaak!”
I was shocked. The two not only competed in swordsmanship, but also in bare-handed martial arts and ground techniques, sparring almost like actual combat.
‘Are you saying I was lying around with someone who hasn’t bathed in over a year?’
Immediately Russ ran to the kitchen and brought back some soap. And now this situation has happened.
Orcs, who mainly lead a nomadic lifestyle, have always had a rare need for water, and as a result, they have a custom of not bathing often. A rarely seen spring is a precious water source that quenches the thirst of the family, and it is unthinkable to dare to take a dip in it.
As a result, most orcs hated the act of immersing themselves in water. Tashid was no exception.
Tashid shouted angrily.
“Are you going to insult the Son of the Prairie!”
“No, I’m going to give him a bath. hey! “You’ll get sick!”
In dry grassland areas, bathing only once a year would have been no problem, but now that the climate has changed, you need to wash your body frequently.
But Tashid was steadfast.
“You just need to be treated by the young saint!”
“… … “At least I’m aware that I need a bath.”
From what I’m saying, it seems like I know that I might get sick if I don’t take a bath.
“Even though you know that, you still hold on to it because you don’t like it? “Are you a kid?”
“Sometimes even wise men can learn something from children!”
I felt like I was losing my mind just saying random things. Of course, we can’t just back away from this. In this case, forcing yourself to go out even for the sake of your friend’s health is true friendship!
While calmly looking at the excited Tashid, Russ glanced behind his back and asked a question.
“Has the water all boiled, Atilka?”
The two people were confronting each other with their Aurors drawn out, and a huge bathtub was placed a little away from them. Underneath the bathtub, a magic flame was burning and heating the water in the bathtub.
Atilca, who stuck her hand in the bathtub, responded by giving a thumbs up.
“It’s appropriately warm. “It’s the optimal temperature for removing old grime.”
Trolls, who do not cut down even a single tree, rarely cut down trees to make fires. They collect dead branches to prepare meals or light bonfires to brighten the darkness. Any work that required a lot of fire power, such as baking pottery or glass, would be solved using magical flames.
Russ’ eyes lit up at Atilka’s answer.
“Now, give up, buddy!”
Tashid looked at the bathtub in horror. A large barrel large enough to fit a couple of oak men, steam rising from it. Now, in Tashid’s eyes, the sight looked similar to the opening of the lid of hell, smoking brimstone and smoke.
Tashid shook his head, tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.
“For the warriors of the Blue Bear Clan, there is no such word as giving up!”
That may sound plausible, but it still means that he doesn’t want to take a bath. Russ slumped her shoulders.
“Ugh… … .”
Russ scratched his head as he watched Tashid raise his fighting spirit as if he had met a life-or-death enemy. There was no significant difference between his skills and his Tashid’s skills. If you make a fuss like that because you don’t like it, it won’t be easy to suppress it with Russ’ power.
Of course, Russ had a solution.
“Atilca.”
Russ asked for cooperation towards the tall troll who was boiling water and watching with amusement.
“Help me.”
“Gladly!”
Atilka, too, was already thinking that it was time to clean up on that guy.
Atilka walked up to the two people, raising her arms. As she walked, she naturally used her magic to strengthen her entire body.
“My body grew tall and kicked the green juniper forest… … .”
Tasid let out a cry of despair as he saw the evil-looking troll approaching while humming a shamanic tune.
“Atilca! Even you!”
“Why are you treating someone like a traitor? “It might be a little scary at first, but once you get started, you’ll enjoy it.”
Atilca, who was slyly replying as she stretched out her long arms from side to side, suddenly tilted her head.
“… … “As I speak, there are some subtle nuances.”
Russ on the right and Atilka on the left narrow the siege as if hunting prey. Tashid looked up to the sky and let out her sighs.
“Ah, Father Rat, protect me!”
Tashid burst into spirit and launched himself.
“Big!”
With bitter smiles, Russ and Atilka also ran towards each other. The loud sound of the blow filled the front yard of Baekwangseong.
Perfect! Perfect! Uddangtangtang!
Of course, the situation ended very easily. Currently, Atilka was a strong force that could only be controlled by Russ and Tashid’s combined efforts. Of course, since both of them are so talented, they will catch up in a few years, but at least for now, Atilka’s skills are far superior. With Atilka joining hands with Russ and pushing Tashid, there was no way he could be his opponent.
Russ’s joints suppressed both of Tarshid’s arms. Atilka’s spell kept Dakar away from Tashid, even Yamado with the Spirit Weapon.
Russ grinned, looking at the disarmed Tashid.
“Come on, let’s take a shower, buddy.”
“Uh oh… … .”
There was fear in the eyes of the brave Orc fighter.
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It was when I was passing through the corridors of the Hundred Kingdoms with Siris. Suddenly, a strange sight caught Reppenhardt’s eyes as he looked at the front yard.
“huh?”
Tashid, wearing only short shorts, was holding on to a pillar in the front yard. The expression on his face is very desperate, reminiscent of that of a person who has fallen and is hanging from a cliff. And Atilka and Russ were holding Tashid’s waist and legs and pulling hard.
“no! no! no!”
“What kind of cat are you! “Stop putting your nails on the pole!”
Yelling, Russ forcibly removed Tashid’s arms from the pillar. And after a while, he shouted again.
“Don’t bite the pillar with your teeth! “You’re very talented, how did you pull the auror up with your teeth?”
Reppenhardt tilted his head, looking back and forth between the struggling Tashid and the large, bubbling iron barrel a short distance away.
“what? “Is Tashid soup on the menu for dinner tonight?”
Siris answered with a smile.
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“They said they were giving Tashid a bath.”
“oh!”
I was already thinking about how to give those damn orcs a bath. In anger, Reppenhardt vigorously raised his thumb toward Russ and Atilka.
‘good job!’
Atilca grinned while moving her chin.
‘It was nothing!’
Tasid, who had been betrayed even by his mentor and benefactor, Reppenhardt, let out a strange groan.
“Gyaaaaaaa!”
The two eagerly dragged Tashid into the barrel. That was when Tashid was helplessly dragged to the entrance(?) of hell. On the other side of the corridor, an orc woman walked out into the front yard. She was Stala, the Great Mother of the Blue Bear Tribe, with a slender yet sturdy physique and voluptuous breasts.
“huh? “What are these guys doing?”
Tashid, seeing Stella, became angry and shouted.
“Godmother! Help me… … .”
For a moment, Tashid’s complexion turned pale. For some reason, the godmother’s appearance was different from usual. Strangely enough, the skin was soft and shiny.
Although she may be a fighter, Stella is also a woman, and perhaps conscious of her gaze, she touches her cheek and smiles.
“oh? Is it noticeable? Wow, human soap is really good. Look, husband. “Isn’t it nice that your husband takes a bath too?”
Tashid’s eyes turned to Stella’s back. There, I saw a majestic orc warrior with a vain look on his face, looking like a drowned rat.
“Hehehe… … .”
Tashid and Kalken made eye contact. Tashid asked in despair.
“Chief… … now… … “Is this the end?”
“Son, there is no permanent filth.”
That solemn voice was enough to make even Russ and Atilka feel solemn for a moment. Of course, the sadness was immediately broken by Stella’s next words.
“what are you doing? Why don’t you hurry up and take a shower?”
“Russ! I beg you in the name of friendship! “Please loosen these hands!”
“I answer in the name of friendship, Tashid. “It’s time for you to take a shower.”
with a plop!
The whole situation ended with a loud splashing sound. All that was left was a young orc sitting in a hot tub with a hopeless expression on his face.
“Hey, can you stop making that dirty face? “In fact, you’ve become clean, right?”
Reppenhardt let out a laugh as he looked at Russ shouting and Tasid turning his head away.
“It’s peaceful.”
Siris nodded in agreement.
“It’s peaceful. Today, that strange woman is also in the Elven Forest.”
“huh?”
“Oh, no. nothing.”
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Reppenhardt, accompanied by Siris, headed to the third floor of the White King’s Castle. A large room located on the outskirts of the third floor was the temple within the castle prepared for Alport.
Leppenhardt opened his mouth as he entered there.
“Look, Marceline.”
On the platform where Alport’s holy relics were hung, a dwarf with white hair sensed a presence on top and turned around in surprise.
“Uh, huh?”
The old dwarf, with his bare chin exposed, looked at Reppenhardt and Siris and sighed in relief, sweeping his chest.
“Ah, you were surprised, Savior.”
Reppenhardt shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the fluffy ball of fur in the hand of the dwarf old man, Marceline.
“Oh, were you grooming your beard? “I’m sorry about this.”
Siris asked, puzzled by the sight of Reppenhardt immediately apologizing.
“No, Marceline. I heard that the dwarves know that the beard was given to them by Al Port? “But why are you so surprised?”
The reason the dwarves show reverence for Marceline’s beard is because it is a holy relic from God that even they cannot distinguish, not because they do not know that it is not the real Marceline’s beard.
After quickly attaching the sacred beard, Marceline clicked her tongue and responded.
“Miss Siris. “Your clothes are not what you were born with, but if someone sees you when you take them off, wouldn’t you be surprised?”
It’s okay because Repenhardt and Siris are not dwarves, but it is very shameful for fellow dwarves to show bald chins.
“… … Is that such a problem?”
Siris clicked his tongue as he strangely sensed the cultural differences between the races. She thought she knew a lot about dwarves, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Marceline, who had tidied up her clothes – which means her beard was naturally trimmed – offered Reppenhardt a seat. After sitting around the table inside the temple, Marceline asked.
“What brought you here?”
“We have something to discuss, Marceline.”
