I'm not that kind of orc

"Of course there is, and there are big opinions!" I said loudly, "How can this thing be considered armor? This is basically a set of steel underwear with additional shoulder armor and foot armor! This exposes the upper half of the chest and abdomen. And what about the thighs? Don't insult the soldiers' equipment casually."

"My design focuses not only on aesthetics, but also on practicality." The owner retorted seriously, "This set of armor is made of high-quality materials and has been enchanted. It can be defended against a single blow."

"It's not a material problem at all, okay? It's just that the design is too revealing. If you cut it in an unprotected place, you'll be finished right away, okay?" I looked at this so-called armor and sneered, "This kind of Things are not attire for warriors at all, and only exhibitionists would wear them!"

I suddenly felt like I had the upper hand.

But then the shopkeeper threw a powerful blow at me: "With all due respect to the customers, in my impression, your orcs, especially the male orcs' warrior attire, are more revealing than this."

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"..." The owner's words left me speechless.

"Actually, I have done some research on the costumes of various races. In my impression..." The shopkeeper took out a picture album from the counter and showed it to me, "The male orc mercenaries and This is the basic attire of helpers.”

The orc on this page is wearing a fur shawl, which only covers the shoulders and half of the back, with the front chest openly displayed.

"..." I was speechless.

"There are more like this." The shopkeeper turned another page.

The orc on this page only wears shoulder armor on one shoulder, and two fixed belts are tied obliquely on the body, and the back and chest are bare.

"..." I could only remain silent.

"There are also such things."

The orc on the next page is simply topless, wearing only a pair of trousers.

"..."

"That's even true." The shopkeeper turned another page, then looked me in the eyes and said, "I heard that this attire is quite sacred among you orcs?"

The orcs on this page don't even wear long trousers, and only wear a hooded war skirt.

"No, this... our dueling attire..." I argued softly.

"But it's very revealing, right? It's almost just wearing a pair of underwear." The owner closed the album and put his hands dignifiedly in front of him, "Compared to the armor I designed that you judged to be worn by an exhibitionist, it is simply Worse than that, isn't it? You're exhibitionists if you put it that way."

"..." I was completely dumbfounded.

Indeed, what she showed was very common attire for us orcs-to be honest, I used to wear that in the tribe before, but I never noticed anything wrong.

"If this can be considered combat attire, then why can't I design the armor?" A charming and meaningful smile appeared on the shopkeeper's face, "Just because the person wearing it is not a man? Or... no Orc relationship? This is gender and racial discrimination, my guest.”

"..." What she said was so reasonable that I was speechless.

"Although your attire boldly shows the sexy and wild side of male orcs, it lacks a little novelty and skill in my eyes, and I can't agree that this style is better than my design." The owner said charmingly She is smiling, but her eyes are unusually serious, it seems that she attaches great importance to her clothing design.

"...I was talking too much, sorry." I lowered my head and responded in a low voice.

Lost, lost completely.

It turns out we orcs are exhibitionists... I feel a genuine sense of frustration.

"So, customer, are you interested in trying it?" With a satisfied smile, the owner looked at Miria.

"Of course." Miriam nodded.

"I'm sure it will suit you very well. The dressing room is here. Please come with me and I'll help you dress." The shopkeeper smiled softly and led her to the compartment deep in the shop.

After the two of them went in, I suddenly realized that I was the only one left here.

Yes, you can slip away now...

I suddenly reacted, and subconsciously moved slowly towards the door.

But just as I was approaching the door of the store, a new customer opened the door and stepped into the store, raised his face and met my eyes—it was a somewhat familiar female elf, wearing glasses, who seemed more intellectual.

I'm pretty sure I've seen this female elf.

The other party stared at me suddenly: "Yes, it's you! Prisoner of War No. [-], Brock Bloodaxe!"

I recalled the name and voice line, and I got the impression: "Ah, you are that prosecutor!"

The person who came was Wensali, the prosecutor of Saidian. She had accused me of crimes twice at the elves' trial meeting, once for my treatment as a prisoner of war, and once for my suspicion of violating Angelica.

Now that I have completely freed myself from that identity, when I meet such a person, I feel a little bit of a narrow road.

It's not surprising why this guy appeared in Helgia. Roland said that Saidian organized an investigation team to the north for the incidents caused by the elf sinners. As the prosecutor responsible for collecting evidence to accuse the criminals, she It is not surprising that they will be included in the team.

It's just that the place where we met was a bit... embarrassing.

After all, it is a sexy clothing store...

"Why are you in this kind of place!?" Winsari obviously realized this, and raised her voice instantly.

"I..." I was a little speechless for a moment.

She seemed to have imagined something, and hugged herself tightly: "Could it be... ambushing me?"

"Fart your mother!" I have no need to be polite to the guy, "Why don't you explain why you came into this kind of store?"

"I..." She also got stuck, and then said with an unnatural expression, "I just happened to pass by and was curious about what this store sells..."

"Liar! This store is so hidden, would most people go into this kind of alley?" I snorted coldly, "You are here to collect materials for your obscene paintings!"

I still vividly remember this guy as an illustrator of pornographic picture books.

She was visibly froze after being pointed out, and then she blushed and smashed the jar: "So what? You haven't answered what you are doing here!"

At this juncture, the shopkeeper's voice came from the fitting room inside: "Guest, your figure is really good, do all elves look like this? With this attire, that orc guest will definitely be fascinated by you." Get mesmerized, huh huh."

"..."

"..."

There was a brief silence between Winsari and me.

Then, her cheeks twitched: "... Scum! How dare you kidnap a female elf into this kind of shop! Fortunately, I heard that your deeds of saving our country from the siege have changed your opinion a little..."

"That's not the case! I was the one who was dragged here by force!" I raised my hand to try to explain.

But this action made her back away in horror: "Don't come here! Do you still want to force me to wear the clothes here?"

Does this guy have delusions of being persecuted?

"No, listen to me first—"

Before I could finish speaking, Wen Sally opened the door and ran away as if flying: "Perverted orc! I will bring you to justice sooner or later!"

"Hi!" I couldn't call her at all.

"Oh, did you have a visitor just now?" The shopkeeper came out from the inside, followed by Miria who was wearing that wonderful armor--to be honest, it was surprisingly good, with the cotton lining that was used as the lining of the armor exposed. The height is not as exaggerated as imagined, but it shows the slender waist, fairness and thighs to the maximum extent. A metal collar is fastened on the neck as the key point, which makes people feel an unusual coquettish atmosphere while retaining the beauty. .

But at this moment, I no longer care about what she wears.

"How do you feel...huh? You don't look very well." Miria looked at my face carefully.

Damn it, after that prosecutor ran back, there must be strange rumors spreading in the investigation team!

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About three quarters of an hour later, I was so tormented that I walked out of the store following Miria who had returned with a full load.

After deciding to buy the armor, Miria looked at a few more sets of clothes.

It doesn't matter if you look at the clothes, but it's really terrible if you have to try them on every time you like them and force me to give an evaluation after looking at them.

To be honest, this shop owner is really good at designing clothes.How should I put it, each uniform and pajamas clearly did not expose the most critical parts, but without exception, they all gave people a deep obscene impression that seemed to hit the brain directly.

A female customer wearing a cloak and a hood also came in, looking at the clothes in the corner, occasionally peeking at our side, which made me feel extremely embarrassed.

I'm walking on the road and I'm trying to clear my brain now - I really don't want to go to bed at night with a pervert in sexy lingerie printed in my mind and have nightmares.

"Brock, which of these clothes do you like the most?" Carrying the tightly packed packing bag, Miria asked me in the usual flat tone, as if talking about the weather.

"I don't like either set." I replied sullenly, "I said I don't care what you buy, but please don't sneak into my room wearing that kind of thing!"

"Looks like I've tried one by one," she murmured.

"Don't you understand human language!?"

"Why resist to that extent? Why are you dissatisfied with me?" Her expression didn't change, but her tone was obviously resentful. "I think my conditions are pretty good." She looked down at her chest.

"Aren't you self-aware of your perverted bad personality?" I felt a headache, "I just want to ask you, why bother me for that? You keep giving me Do you know, please!"

Now that she has a positive understanding of orcs, she might be able to restrain herself if she speaks clearly now.

She raised her head, and whispered yearningly: "But my dream has always been to be held down by the strongest orc and raped roughly from head to toe!"

"So your dream is terrible! Why can you say such a perverted thing in such a serious tone."

Just listening to it once makes me want to stay away.

"Obviously there will be no missing pieces of meat..." She puffed up her face slightly and complained in a low voice.

... No way, it doesn't make any sense with this hopeless pervert.

Forget it, don't care, let's think about the present first.

"Hey, the store you mentioned has already been visited, so it can be regarded as the end." I already wanted to get out as soon as possible.

"Well, it's okay on my side." Miria nodded.

The nightmare is finally over...huh?etc.

"Your side?" I suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Miriya's side is over, now it's my turn." A figure approached from behind—it was the female customer who entered the store just now. follow us.

This sound made my heart skip a beat.

The other party took off the hood, revealing long silver-white hair and pointed elf ears, as well as teasingly curved eyebrows and eyes: "Come with me to the store I want to go too, Brock."

It really was Roland.

"No time, excuse me." After I finished speaking, I was about to speed up and leave.

But Roland stretched out his hand and grabbed me without using much force, but muttered in his mouth: "Oh, you are willing to accompany Mi Ruiya but you don't want to accompany me. You used to go shopping with those children before. This kind of differential treatment is unjustifiable Well, if I accidentally tell you about the store you went to later..."

I immediately slowed down again: "...Where do you want to go?"