"Are you kidding me? How could she possibly be..."
Seeing Nazla's somewhat distraught state, Linde shrugged and said:
"Honestly, if you're looking for this orc with the peculiar talent, then she's probably the one. She's probably the only orc in my territory."
After Nazla calmed down, Linde looked at her seriously and asked:
"Is there some secret about Nix? I'd like to hear it."
Nazla calmed herself down, though she was still somewhat frustrated, and after thinking for a moment, she said:
"My lord, whether there are any secrets or not, you will only know if you take her with you to the caravan."
Linde pondered for a moment, looking at Nazla, who seemed to be plotting something.
When he first met Aster, he had already ordered him to take the caravan to the open area of the military camp and keep a close watch on it to prevent anyone from sneaking into the territory.
Astaire, on the other hand, was to stand by behind Lind's mansion, ready to provide immediate support should anything go wrong.
But from what I've seen so far, this fox-woman seems quite kind, but I still have to be careful.
So Linde whispered a few words to Gerald beside him, and after Gerald left, he said:
"That's easy, let's go."
They glanced at the catgirl playing with the flowers and plants nearby, and she immediately became obedient, following behind the group.
Soon, the group arrived at an open space next to the military camp.
At that moment, Nazla's caravan was located here.
Then, Nazla led everyone to a cage covered with a thick canvas.
The cage was covered with a thick canvas, giving it an air of mystery.
Linde secretly activated his active vision and looked into the cage, where he saw a strong and powerful life force emanating from it.
Lin De became secretly wary; it seemed that the creature in the cage was no pushover.
Nazla lifted a corner of the cage and then uttered a strange syllable into the cage, from which a wonderful sound came from inside.
Linde peeked through the slightly open corner of the cage and saw a gigantic beast inside, its massive size and sharp claws and teeth...
God knows how Lind could see terror in the eyes of a creature that could only be described as a behemoth.
Upon seeing that there were people other than Nazra behind it, the giant beast let out a whimper and shrank back to the innermost part of the cage.
The enormous body slammed into the cage with a loud clang.
This is what Nazla said:
"My lord, my spirit-smelling beast is a bit timid and can't stand strangers. Please forgive me."
A sniffer beast?
Linde had indeed heard of the existence of spirit-smelling beasts before. He had read about them in a book about the characteristics of the orc race while he was recuperating in a hospital bed in the Earl's territory.
The Spirit-Scented Beast is a large canine magical beast with a unique sense of smell that, when trained, can be used to find almost anything.
This peculiar ability encompasses almost everything in the world; there's a saying: there's nothing in this world that a Spirit-Scented Beast can't find.
Many races covet this creature, but unfortunately, these peculiar magical beasts are only close to orcs, and there is no record of any race other than orcs taming them.
Although these spirit-smelling beasts are enormous, they all have very strange and peculiar personalities. The differences in personality between each spirit-smelling beast are so great that they don't even seem to belong to the same species.
The one in front of us... is clearly an extremely timid psychic beast.
Looking at the somewhat agitated snorkeling beast huddled in the corner of the cage, Linde mentally ranted, "This thing is such a waste of its size."
So he took a step back and waited for Nazla to soothe the timid spirit-smelling beast.
Then he glanced sideways at the caravan composed of orcs.
Huge minotaur guards, orc servants who were indistinguishable between dogs and wolves, and some orc bronze warriors who looked decent enough.
It must be said that, for an orc caravan, this guard configuration is truly luxurious.
It's important to understand that, generally speaking, an ordinary caravan only has a few bronze warriors at most, and even a lord's pioneering team in Linde, sponsored by an earl, only has 50 bronze warriors.
Her small orc caravan actually had nearly twenty or thirty orc bronze warriors, as well as several silver-level minotaur guards.
Is this reasonable? No, it's unreasonable! Even a fool would find it problematic. No wonder their movements are being monitored by intelligence agencies like the Shadow Binders Alliance.
Linde gradually began to make some guesses about the identity of Miss Nazra, the leader of the caravan.
First and foremost, there is no doubt that she is a noblewoman, and the difference in status between her and the orc servants and guards is immediately apparent.
Secondly, the luxurious caravan configuration already possessed a certain level of combat capability, and only the children of royalty and nobility would travel with such a configuration.
However, according to Linde, the orc royal family seems to have silver fur, while Miss Nazra in front of him has brown fur. Could it be that she has some way of hiding her color?
Another possibility is that she is actually a priest or chieftain of a small tribe. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to explain the origin of the spirit beast. Such rare creatures are usually only possessed by tribal leaders. It would be impossible for her to have one if she were just an ordinary merchant.
Just as Linde was pondering, Nazla, who was standing next to him, also finished the test.
From the excited sounds of the spirit beast in the cage, it was clear that Nix was indeed the orc Nazra was looking for.
But... why does it have to be Nix? Is it because of her special abilities?
Although Nix has the ability to move through shadows, it is clear that without proper training, she is of little use. Assassins who are used for assassination would not employ someone of unknown origin like her.
Linde knew nothing about the Holy Blood Orcs, so he had always doubted Nazra's true purpose, and even wondered if the catgirl he had picked up was some kind of amnesiac orc princess.
However, judging from Nazra's disappointed expression, this conjecture was shattered. The key point was not the catgirl, but her peculiar ability.
Seeing that Nazla was extremely upset, Linde stepped forward to comfort her:
"Miss Nazra, I think there must be some misunderstanding here. Perhaps your information is flawed?"
Upon hearing this, Nazla began to recall the places she might have missed during her entire journey.
Just as she was pondering, a shrill howl suddenly rang out from the orc caravan.
This drew the attention of almost everyone present to the sudden sound.
There was still a problem!
As Linde thought to himself, he subconsciously activated his Activated Vision and Deconstruction Aura to guard against any possible attacks.
At the same time, he kept a close eye on Nazla to prevent her from making any moves.
Upon hearing the howl, Nazla was initially startled, but then seemed to understand something and gave a wry smile.
Before she could speak, a phantom rushed out from the merchant's group. Although it was a phantom, some human figures could still be discerned.
These phantoms broke free of the soldiers' encirclement with lightning speed and rushed towards Nazla.
A strange short sword shot out from the phantom, heading straight for Nazla's vitals.
As the seemingly ordinary short sword approached Nazla, it affected her, causing her to shed her skin and reveal a silvery-white color beneath her brownish-gray fur.
Just at this critical moment, a short sword came from the side and saved Nazlag from the fatal blow.
"Phew, that was close, I almost missed it."
Linde gripped the hilt tightly; the immense force that had just come from the blade nearly caused his short sword to fly out of his hand.
Linde, disregarding whether Nazra behind him was alright, stared at the intermittently appearing phantom in front of him and said:
"Don't even think about killing someone on my territory."
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