MTL - Orc Predator-~ ☆Chapter Calm

Old Drummond reflexively wanted to ask "Why?", but Rice's words after that made him swallow them again. The purple-haired non-beastman folded his hands and looked indifferent: "If you don't agree , then only McDrummond will inherit the position of patriarch, and I don't think Joe will mind."

Let Mike inherit the patriarch, or accept Rice's conditions. The middle-aged orc frowned tightly in thought, appearing a little hesitant. Les is the heir of the Longte clan, so what he said will naturally be fulfilled, and it is indeed a big exception for the Longte clan to allow the orc as a partner to have the surnames of two clans. But, still a little reconciled.

Seemingly seeing through the middle-aged orc's thoughts, Les blinked, and suddenly said casually, "Nasir really looks more like his parents, right?"

Old Drummond's body shook, and he suddenly looked up at him, looking a little surprised.

"Joe and I mentioned about his parents once." Rice showed a harmless smile, "He likes his brother very much."

Thinking of the fear after being attacked by the wave of semi-intelligent beasts and the joy of just regaining it, the old Drummond finally sighed and made a decision silently in his heart, but he still refused to compromise easily because of his face. He pretended to ponder for a moment before speaking: "Okay, but as the patriarch of the Longte clan, even if you become a partner with Joe, you must not interfere in our clan's affairs."

Ah Liu next to him put down his hand on the hilt expressionlessly, and looked at the middle-aged orc and shook his head secretly. I have to say that the Yan people really have solid eyes, even he can tell what's on his mind, let alone Les .

"You don't have to worry." Les showed a perfect smile similar to Cedric. "After all, the Longte clan is also one of the three major clans. I am usually very busy."

The corner of Old Drummond's mouth twitched slightly. How could he feel that the purple-haired non-orc had something to say.

"Les—" Coincidentally, Drummond was running towards this side with a plate of something in his hands. When he saw the person standing opposite the two natural females, he swallowed back the words he was about to say , but the running speed was faster, almost reaching the grass in the blink of an eye. He tightened his hand holding the tray, and stood in front of Les, facing his father, moved his mouth but didn't make a sound. The father and son who hadn't seen each other for a long time met each other, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.

"It's just in time, I'm starving to death." Les glanced at the two of them lightly, and broke the silence as if nothing had happened. Joe Drummond quickly turned his head and passed the things in his hand, but his eyes still held Doesn't live around on his father. Les took the tray, on which there were bread and roast meat and several large glasses of drinks. He handed a copy to Ah Liu and smiled at Old Drummond: "We've been talking for a long time, what don't you want to eat?"

"No need." Old Drummond said, his eyes turned around his eldest son and the purple-haired non-orc, and turned to leave. Without the pressure of his father's gaze, Joe was relieved in his heart, but he was still worried about the conversation between the two when he was away. Before he could come up with the result of his wild thoughts, old Drummond, who had already walked a few steps with his back to them, suddenly said, "Joe."

"Father." Hearing the long-lost call, the black-haired orc froze for a moment and immediately got up, standing up straight like a javelin.

"I'm done with all the messy things, let's go to the holy place of the clan." After the middle-aged orc finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and before Joe came back to answer, he walked away gradually.

"Stupid, don't you have something to eat, aren't you hungry?" Looking at the black-haired orc who was standing there in a daze, Les said, pulling his clothes. Joe turned his head in response, and sat down next to the purple-haired non-orc with a smile on his face. He took the tray again, carefully picked out the most tender part of the barbecue on it, cut it into small pieces and handed it to Les. The purple-haired non-orc looked down at the food on the plate, then at the black-haired orc next to him, and said casually as always: "I said, idiot."

"Huh?" Joe Drummond responded with a smile.

"Conclude the partner contract when you have time." Rice said lightly, as if saying that the weather is good today.

Joe Drummond was not so calm, the meat-cutter slashed, and there was an ear-piercing rubbing sound. He stared at Rice with wide eyes, and after confirming that the other party was not joking, he excitedly pulled the purple-haired non-orc into his arms.

Les, who was a bit of a clean freak, looked at the grease all over his body, and immediately pushed the black-haired orc away in disgust, patted him on the head and cursed: "Idiot, eat honestly."

Joe didn't mind at all, and was almost smiling. Ah Liu next to him silently finished his food, looked up at the sky, it seemed that he should seriously consider the matter of the partner contract.

The next month, the weather quickly warmed up. After half a year of recuperation, the food in the jungle was no longer as tense as before, and the beast tide finally subsided.

It seems that in one day, life will reach a peaceful track.

Ah Liu opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed alone. Turning his head, the sky was bright outside the window, and the bright light made him feel a little dazed for a moment, he frowned slightly, he woke up later every day recently, and was too relaxed. He got up, his body was so sore from the "indescribable" exercise last night that he paused, and then got out of bed expressionlessly.

As soon as the door was opened, two shadows rushed over like lightning. Ah Liu's expression remained unchanged, he turned sideways skillfully, and threw the machete with its sheath in an arc, pushing the two little guys out at the same time.

"Oh, it hurts!" Ariel yelled as he sat on the ground with his buttocks on the ground and bared his teeth. Ai Wende just shook his head slightly, stood up with his ribs and pulled his brother up.

"Why can't even win the sneak attack, I'm not reconciled!" Ariel muttered in a low voice.

"It's useless to tell you, Brother Ah Liu is very powerful." Ai Wende stroked the little male's head, for some reason he particularly liked this action.

"But last night, Uncle Augustine had already had a fight with him, and I heard it all—uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" mouth. The little female smiled and looked back, and sure enough, there was a storm on Ah Liu's face.

"They didn't fight, let's go." Ai Wende said and quickly pulled his brother down the stairs.

"Eh? Then why is Sixth brother screaming so loudly? And every time the next day, he doesn't seem to be feeling well—ah, brother, why did you hit me!" Ariel asked inexplicably, but he was finally beaten intolerable. Ai Wende slapped his forehead with a slap, and suddenly screamed in pain, and then there was no more sound.

Ah Liu: "..." Right now, he really wants to kill some unrestrained orc.