Palouse was in a bad mood.

After all, counting the time he has been an angel, he has been full of calculations and has not been so embarrassed for nearly a thousand years.

He never imagined that he would just come back from the bathroom and cause such a big series of things.

What he didn't expect was that one day he would be sold as garbage by a group of stupid rats.

If it weren't for the fact that Palouse's halberd wasn't around, I'm afraid he would wake up immediately and make those stupid groundhogs into skewers.

Palouse made up his mind that he would have a few handy items with him in the future, or he would have to take the precious slime with him even when he went to the bathroom.

Speaking of which, it is also to blame for Palouse, who could have taken over the body directly after the host lost consciousness, but he did not do so.

One is because he can only use his power for three minutes, otherwise he would only be like an ordinary person.

The second reason is that this battle angel, who thinks he is strong, is not afraid of any accidents, and even his curiosity drives him to see what those magical groundhogs are going to do.

But Palouse didn't expect that it was easy to get in the car and difficult to get off.

After being carried away by those stupid groundhogs, Palouse realized that something didn't seem right.

They were so fast that Palouse, in his astonishment, had reached the orc realm.

And in this underground city, which is said to have been built only for nearly a hundred years, Palouse was very surprised to find several auraes that made him feel threatened.

So Palouse, our brave and fearless Battle Angel, in order to preserve his strength, decisively chose to be in front of a few groundhogs - pretending to be dizzy.

But now he can't fit it anymore.

Because he was taken straight to a place by those stupid groundhogs.

This taste......

How is it like a bad wine that has been blended countless times?

What a nostalgic taste......

Although it was of inferior quality, this kind of inferior wine was a rare good thing on the battlefield back then.

Where is this place?

Why is there such a bad wine?

Palouse was aroused by the choking smell of bad wine, so while the marmots were not looking, he manipulated the body of the man and quietly opened his eyes.

But soon he realized that he didn't need it, because just as he was sneaking around him to see the scene clearly, the powerful shouts of the owner of the place were already heard in his ears:

"Welcome to the Ember Tavern, today is the lucky day of the old lady, so the whole drink is 95% off, please enjoy it to your heart's content! Hahaha......"

Through the slight squint of his eyes, Palouse soon realized that the owner who made the voice was a very strong orc lady.

The word strong may no longer describe the woman's figure, her upper body is almost naked, only a bandeau made of white bandages blocks key parts, and her dark skin is covered with half natural and half artificial leopard prints, from which it is vaguely clear that she should have feline blood.

But Palouse couldn't recognize what the proprietress was because ...... She's just too fat.

The proprietress not only adorned her body with fat, but also wore all kinds of sparkling rings on her fingers.

The brilliance of the ring shone so brightly that even an ordinary mercenary could feel the magical power contained in it, even if it was not an existence in the otherworld.

"Twitter...... Madame...... Twitter...... You're so picky, you've won so much money...... Twitter...... It's only ninety-five fold......"

"Yes, yes...... Twitter...... Pick the door, pick the door......"

The groundhogs who had just stepped into this [Ember Tavern] immediately spoke out after hearing the amazing discount offered by the proprietress.

"Oh, who's here? It turned out to be a well-known waste picker, and I don't think you will lack a little discount. ”

The proprietress narrowed her eyes, and she stared at the marmots as if they were a feline staring at their prey, but the sluggish marmot brothers did not react at all.

"Twitter...... That's right...... Twitter...... We've got a big deal for you......"

"It's a big ......"

As he spoke, a groundhog glanced at Cousy's thin, barren body, and immediately changed his tone and said:

“…… Twitter...... No, it's not that big......"

The marmots were chattering for a long time, but no one in the tavern dared to stop them.

From the eyes of the onlookers, it was clear that the reputation of these marmots in the neighborhood was not as stupid as they were outside.

Possessing great supernatural powers, coupled with a not-so-intelligent mind with an unscrupulous personality, these things tend to shy away from ordinary people who are not strong enough.

But the proprietress of the tavern didn't have that many scruples, because she had a lot of experience dealing with these stupid groundhogs.

She picked up Cousie, then leaned close to her nose and sniffed, and said quickly:

"Sure enough, it's a very fresh product, and it's not bad for any purpose......

The proprietress said words of appreciation, but she threw Cousie aside like garbage, and then slowly walked over to the man.

"How's that...... What do you think...... Twitter...... I'll just say that the goods are good this time! ”

"Twitter...... Don't be noisy...... Listen to the proprietress continue......"

……

The proprietress looked at the appearance of the people carefully, and her appetite also made the groundhogs very anxious, but the proprietress did not explain directly, but muttered in a low voice:

"It's brunette...... What a handsome little face......"

She picked him up, but when she got closer, the choking smell of alcohol on the proprietress almost made Palouse jump up on the spot without pretending to be dizzy.

But before he could do so, he heard the proprietress suddenly say:

"Wait a minute...... I've got to inspect it! ”

After dropping this sentence, the proprietress carried the man directly into a secret door of the tavern.

Bang!

With the sound of the proprietress closing the door quickly, the marmot brothers quickly quarreled again-

"Twitter...... What does inspection mean? ”

"Twitter...... Probably...... Twitter...... I don't know ...... either."

"Twitter...... She's never done that......"

"Twitter...... Maybe she's trying to mate? ……”

"But she hasn't paid yet...... Twitter......twitter"

"Idiot...... Twitter...... It's almost the dry season...... How is it possible to mate ......"

"Twitter...... You're stupid...... Twitter...... For the hostess...... It's the rainy season all the time......"