“…”


  Lance Peterson stared blankly at the orc sitting in front of him.

  If the Orc had introduced himself as a Fortune Teller, he would have kicked him. It was because he didn’t believe in divination.

  He had heard from Bratt what happened in Durkali, but he didn’t think that a competent Orc like the one from Bratt’s stories would wander the continent.

  However, the title Orc Counsellor shook his heart.

  Did he understand Lance’s concerns?

  The orc with a tattoo on the face, said as he ordered beer.

  “Honestly, the self-proclaimed fortune teller orcs wandering around the human world are all quacks. It is the energy of spirit, and the five spirits, and they pour out the plausible words with no real substance.”


  “So you’re busy?”


  “Me? No… there were very few consultations for me hahaha.”


  “Really? Are we going to finish the trip and head back to your home to meet your family?”


  “No, sorry there is another place we need to stop by,”


  “Um? Where?”


  Looking at Lulu, who was looking at him with her head tilted, Airn said.

  “To see Ilya.”