Are you really sure?

The dog-orc uncle, hammering away at his metal tools, said this as he turned to the dog-orc loli in front of him, staring at her with dead fish eyes and pressing her for an answer: "You're already my last apprentice... Four have left this month."

In response to the dog-beastman uncle's words, the dog-beastman loli nodded seriously and said, "Yes, I'm also going to find Sister Wolf and see if there's any work I can do in the Demon King's territory."

"..."

Why does everyone use this place as a stepping stone? ... Damn Yoonra, she's infuriating!

The dog-beastman uncle's eyes looked a bit fierce and a bit helpless. He shook his head helplessly, handed the hammer in his hand to the dog-beastman loli with a bitter face, and said, "Here you go, a farewell gift... I've already given the new hammer to your senior brothers and sisters."

Although it was an old hammer that had been used for a while, the dog-beast loli didn't mind at all. Instead, she happily accepted the hammer and kindly asked, "Then what will you do, Master?"

What to do? What else can we do...? Buy a new one.

"Don't worry about me, let's go... Have you spoken to the chief yet?"

"I already said it, I already said it~"

While shouting, the dog-beast loli casually waved and skipped away towards the edge of the furry tribe... It's unknown how long it will take for her to return, or perhaps she'll stay at the Demon King's place forever.

However, something very interesting happened next.

"Boss, how's business lately?"

Listening to the customer's voice, the repair shop owner, who was thinking about when to buy a new hammer, casually replied, "It's alright, it's alright... We even survived the days when we were buried in the snow."

The boss recalled the days when he was affected by the extreme cold disaster, buried directly in the snow and trying to stay conscious... It was a truly desperate time, and of course, he was just unlucky.

As a furry orc, he shouldn't have fallen into hibernation due to the cold air... His situation is similar to that of many humans or other species—he was buried in the snow by a massive snowfall, similar to an avalanche, and was completely compacted.

"What do you need repaired, customer? We don't repair anything too high-end."

As he said this, the shopkeeper looked up at the two human customers… There were many human adventurers wandering the Orc Kingdom these days, so he wasn't too surprised, but…

Familiar...so familiar...

"Yinla?!"

The boss recognized him immediately and smiled, saying, "Ah, I never thought I'd see you again. It's all thanks to you for pulling me out of the snow... otherwise, this old body of mine would have died there."

However, despite this, the orc man with fluffy dog ​​ears in front of him didn't look particularly old... he appeared to be a man in his forties.

However, the other person does have a relatively abundant amount of mana in their body, so if we calculate based on the lifespan increase from supernatural power, the other person is probably quite old.

"What needs fixing? Even if it's a golem, I guarantee I'll fix it for you."

Seeing the orc boss so eager to get started, Yinla opened her mouth... Didn't they say they wouldn't repair anything too high-end? Or is it that something like a golem isn't considered high-end?

"I don't need anything fixed, I just wanted to see you all..."

As Yinla spoke, he hesitated for half a second, feeling that saying "Let's see how well you're doing" was a bit too strange, so he changed his words: "After the disaster, have you returned to a normal life?"

Normal life, huh?

The orc shopkeeper turned to look at his repair shop, smiled, and replied, "Life's probably back to normal by now? But... my kid died, and I'm still not used to it."

Although the orc boss might not have meant it that way, Yinla remained silent for a moment.

"..."

What's his name?

Yinla asked this question.

"He was called Wa'er. He died while searching for other orcs... But it doesn't matter. My combat rank has already stopped improving. I'll probably live for another twenty or thirty years at most."

The orc boss spoke casually, which made Yinla give up his idea... He had originally wanted to commit suicide to see how the boss's son was doing, since his Death Trigger cooldown was shorter than many people imagined.

However, it doesn't seem necessary now.

"You must live well and not die too easily."

As Yinla spoke, she hinted that the other party should pay attention to his own state of mind, and then left with the boss's kind smile and wave... He paused for a moment and looked at the girl god who had been silent all along.

Under the questioning gaze of the other party, Yinla simply walked towards the deserted alley. The girl god blinked and followed her in... Then, working together seamlessly with Yinla, they blocked the entrance to the alley, obscuring the view.

Leaving behind a group of beastmen outside who were watching Yinla and showing friendly smiles.

This action stunned Yinla. He even felt that the gazes of those outside the forum were simultaneously blocked. He asked, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

The young goddess simply shrugged, indicating that she didn't understand... but wasn't this the most basic cooperation? Yinla was walking this way, she must have something she didn't want others to know to say or do.

Only an idiot wouldn't see that.

"Truly worthy of being called a god."

As Yinla commented, he simply removed the staff-shaped pendant from his neck, then easily activated the spell to fix it in place, transforming it into a staff perfectly suited for piercing.

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