The sun is shining and the breeze is not dry.
Half an hour later, after asking around in the orc territory, Triton and others returned to the door of the big tent.
No one dared to open the door curtain and go in. Seeing this, Tiger had no choice but to shout loudly: "Grandpa Damon, we are back. Can we come in?"
Unexpectedly, after waiting for two or three seconds, there was no response. Tiger was a little confused. He scratched his head and was about to shout again.
As a result, just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Damon coming out of the next tent holding the sleeping Lingling.
Damon looked in good spirits, except for his slightly swollen eyes. His whole spirit and energy had changed a lot compared to before they left. How should I put it, he looked "brighter".
No one knew how Lingling comforted him, or how Damon came to terms with it on his own, but it was a good thing after all.
Tiger didn't know the reason, but he was still very happy to see Damon like this. Just as he was about to greet Damon happily, several hands stretched out from all sides covered his mouth at the same time.
Even though the orcs' body reaction speed was amazing, Tiger still couldn't avoid having his mouth covered when surrounded by Lingling's uncles.
"Mmmm! Mmmm? (What the hell are you doing?)"
Hearing that he wanted to speak even though his mouth was covered, Huhu, who was running towards Damon, couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.
There was a hint of mockery in the little winged tiger's ice-blue eyes. He proudly tilted his little tiger head towards Damon's arms, then turned his head back and ran to sit beside Damon, looking up at Lingling who was sleeping soundly.
Only then did Tiger notice the little black and white ball sleeping soundly in Damon's arms, and he nodded awkwardly to the men doting on the baby, indicating that he understood, and he was able to breathe again.
"Whoa—"
Tiger took a long breath, feeling like he was almost suffocated, and looked at a few people with some resentment.
These men are too cruel, they even covered his nose!
Tag and the others pretended not to see anything and walked lightly towards Damon who had been watching them.
As they approached, no one spoke, and they all stretched their heads to look at the little guy in Damon's arms.
How come they fell asleep again after being away for a while? Didn’t they wake up in the morning?
Damon watched them approach and looked at the tall men for a while. He felt that standing there all the time was not a good idea. Tiger also learned a small lesson and led the way towards the big tent.
He muttered to himself: He had been sleeping in the same position all the time when Lingling was sleeping just now, and he couldn't stand it anymore. His hands were numb, so he had to walk quickly!
Everyone followed him into the tent and saw Damon pretending to put Lingling on the wooden bed in the corner. Triton quickly stopped Damon and took out a small pink shell bed from his space ring and placed it in the corner.
He stretched out his hand to signal Damon, who understood immediately and gently placed Lingling on the soft, open shell bed.
The little dumpling suddenly changed its place and moved uneasily, but when it smelled the familiar scent on the shell bed and then touched its little rabbit doll, it just turned over, with its white belly facing the sky, one paw holding the doll, and the other paw gently stroking its belly, and continued to sleep without opening its eyes the whole time.
Looking at the black and white ball's somewhat unrestrained sleeping posture, Trydon couldn't help but smile slightly. He took out a small goose yellow quilt from the space ring and gently placed it on her belly.
Then, Triton covered Lingling with the shell bed, leaving a gap as wide as a palm in case Lingling woke up.
After everything was settled, everyone walked to the round table opposite, sat down and prepared to start the meeting.
Although the shell bed has a good sound insulation effect, everyone couldn't help but lower their movements and sounds.
"Shaman Damon, we have just made some general inquiries, but..." Thor spoke first in a low voice.
Damon's expression was indifferent. He didn't react as extreme as before. He replied calmly: "You didn't get any useful information."
Damon's words were affirmative, not interrogative. He seemed to have known that the people who left would not be able to get any useful information, so he began to narrate:
"Back then, when our tribe was captured, my son only knew that the nobles who captured the orcs were from the Roland Empire. In order to find out which noble was responsible, he spent some time inquiring about the nobles in the city. However, there are too many nobles in the Roland Empire. I heard him complain about this to me before he left."
"Finally, on the day they left, I don't know how he found out that the nobles of the Norton family were highly suspicious, and he..."
"Bang!"
There was a soft sound; it was the sound of Tritton kicking a chair as he stood up excitedly.
Thor's eyes immediately looked towards Lingling in the corner. Triton was obviously concerned about this. Although he was a little excited, he finally controlled his emotions and sat down, but his fists were clenched tightly.
He stared at Damon intently. Damon was startled by his sharp gaze, then a thought struck him, and he continued, "That noble is a prominent noble from the Loran Empire. After my son disappeared, I inquired about their family and learned that they have considerable influence in the city. Not only can you not reach their residence, but you can't even get close to the perimeter of their estate. They've hired a great magician to guard the place, and anyone who trespasses will be killed."
"Only once, when their great magician had to go out for something, I took the opportunity to sneak in, risking my life. I hid here and there, from morning till night, and searched everywhere inside and outside the manor, but I couldn't find any trace of orcs. There weren't even any orc slaves in the manor."
"So, I guess even if they captured the orcs, they might not have kept them. They must have sent them somewhere else."
"Later, I kept asking if they had any private trading channels. Of course, I also kept an eye on what was going on at the manor."
"But, haha, what you know is all about private transactions. How do I know this? We orcs are considered low-level beings in the eyes of humans. We even have to be cautious and hide when entering the city."
Damon chuckled to himself, picked up the bamboo cup on the table and took a sip of water. He lowered his head and thought quietly for a few seconds, then looked straight at Triton. "I know that twenty years ago you massacred the noble family that was then the head of that family. It seems that it was because his brainless "noble" noble lady offended you."
"You don't know, thanks to you, I was able to sneak in and look for them again. That time, I even went into their bedroom to try to find account books and other things, but unfortunately, there was nothing. I don't know if I have been looking in the wrong direction all these years, otherwise why would I not be able to find any information for so long."
"However, it's not like all these years were fruitless. At least, I rescued quite a few orcs while searching for my son. But unfortunately, they also have no clue where my son is. It's as if he disappeared out of thin air."
As he spoke, Damon gently put down the bamboo cup and looked at everyone.
"That's all I know, I hope it helps you."
After saying the last sentence, he seemed to have no strength left. He gently touched the bamboo cup and stared at the door curtain in a daze.
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