Song Jinqiao could only smile awkwardly and change the subject subtly. Fortunately, these orcs were simple and honest, without so many twists and turns, and didn't think too much about it.

At lunchtime, Dafen came over again with a stone bowl in his hand, saying that they had just arrived in this place and he wanted them to taste the food of the desert city.

Song Jinqiao took it, thanked her, and invited her to lunch, to which Dai Fen readily agreed.

"Are they your cubs? They are cute."

Seeing the cute little faces of Yasen and Sophia, Dafen was immediately attracted by their cuteness and said that she also wanted to have a litter of cubs.

Song Jin smiled and did not speak. After lunch, she and Dafen chatted casually, and it seemed that she asked her about the Desert Temple inadvertently.

"Desert Temple? What is that place? Where did you hear about it?" Dafen asked curiously.

"Haven't you heard of it?" Song Jinqiao exaggeratedly widened his eyes and lowered his voice. "This place is known to all the orcs in my former tribe. I was just so curious about what the Desert Temple was like that I moved to the Desert City."

"Really?" Dafen frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I really don't know what the Desert Temple you're talking about is, but you can ask Thatcher. He's a well-known orc with a lot of knowledge here. I heard he traveled a lot when he was young and knows a lot."

"But you have to be careful when you see him. He's an orc with a strange temper. Other orcs who have met him say he's difficult to get along with. He lives in the Painting Hut, and those paintings are his treasures. You have to treat them with care."

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The painted hut was not in the area where they lived, but in a very remote place. It seemed that because Thatcher, the orc, was very solitary, he had specially found such a place. Song Jinqiao and Bai Di took a long time to get there.

From the outside, the cabin is not big and stands there alone, looking like an empty house.

"Excuse me, are there any orcs?" Song Jinqiao knocked on the wooden door twice gently, and the door opened automatically. She and Bai Di looked at each other.

"Hello, are there any orcs here?" Song Jinqiao asked cautiously.

It didn't seem like there were any orcs, but why was the door not closed? After all, she had seen that the houses in the desert city all had chains locked on the doors.

It was very dark inside and I couldn't see anything at all. I didn't know how this house was built to block out light so well.

Song Jinqiao was thinking when suddenly a voice...

“Who are you…?”

Song Jinqiao's hair stood on end. The sound was like a hungry old wasp flapping its wings and flying up and down.

"We live in the desert city. We know that you know a lot, so we wanted to ask you some questions." Song Jinqiao couldn't help but breathe lightly.

"Really?" An orc walked out from the darkness. He had a sallow and old face, a hooked nose, a long chin, skin like cracked old bark, gray hair, and especially his eyes, which were so cloudy that it was frightening.

He walked over hunched over, looked Song Jinqiao up and down, and continued in his rough crow voice, "It's rare for orcs to come here, let alone females. What do you want to know?"