Chapter 13: Exposed?
Drekk didn’t have to wait long because Byung rejoined them, and the orcs hanging on his arms were clearly smitten by him.
"This energy...!" Murkfang thought to himself, surprised that the orcs were showing public affection to another species, most especially the goblins.
They wouldn’t want to be seen in public with them, much less showing any signs of public affections.
They were one of the most despicable races to grace this world, and orcs valued strength above all else—the opposite of what a goblin displayed.
This showed Byung had somehow conquered these women, or they wouldn’t be doing this in the first place.
Murkfang was worried because this wasn’t good for Byung, as Drekk was present.
They were chatting and giggling. Byung looked flustered by the attention he was getting because every eye in there was on them.
They finally let Byung go but gave him an invitation to come back whenever he pleased and were willing to offer their services to him for free.
Murkfang understood this was a big deal because it took a lot for them to get laid, even with his sweet mouth involved.
008 rushed towards Byung with a smile on his face, impressed by his new friend and knowing that it would do more good to him if he got along well with him.
There was something about him, and 008 knew there was no downside in being friends with him.
Envy would be a silly thing to harbor, but this was what the other two goblins had for Byung—contempt.
"Congratulation!" 008 was quick to show his gratitude. Byung didn’t know how to react to this.
"Thank you," Byung spoke in a hushed voice.
He wondered if all of them had the same experience and was eager to hear what kind of things the orcs did to them.
Byung’s eyes glanced around the room and knew Drekk was bad news the moment their eyes made contact.
Murkfang’s body language supported this claim; he was uncomfortable.
"Look at you..." Drekk said, walking towards Byung with an eerie smile plastered across his face.
008 instantly took a step back so Drekk would have an uninterrupted path towards Byung.
Byung was uncomfortable, and who could blame him?
Drekk leaned in and sniffed Byung like some sort of animal trying to memorize his scent.
"What the hell is his deal?" Byung thought to himself. He dared not utter these words.
Drekk glanced over his shoulder and glared at Murkfang with intent.
The air instantly became heavy, and Byung trembled despite him not being the recipient of this intent.
"Murkfang, you have quite the goblin here. Did you not plan to tell me about him?" Drekk knew the answer to this question.
"I wanted to surprise you," Murkfang had to straighten up and spoke with some confidence.
"Surprise? Have you forgotten? I don’t like surprises," Drekk reminded him.
Byung knew he had to step in, and he did what Drekk had just done to him—Byung began to sniff him, and everywhere fell quiet.
"You fool! What are you doing!?" Murkfang thought to himself, but Drekk was taken aback by this.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Drekk asked, but Byung knew now wasn’t the time to show fear.
"I smell you," Byung responded, and Drekk’s face contorted into confusion, but before he could speak—
Byung looked at the weapon strapped to his back. It was obvious they lacked any blacksmith because the weapon on him was chipped and rusted, showing they lacked the ability to make new ones.
"The edges are blunt. I doubt he can cut anyone with it," Byung thought to himself.
He wasn’t about to reveal his trump card to this goblin, but Byung noticed the atmosphere in that room had changed because the orcs could feel something he couldn’t, which was Drekk’s bloodlust.
There was a rule in that brothel: no fighting, and even Drekk, despite his strength, would have trouble fending all of them off should they enforce the rules.
"W-We should leave," Murkfang informed Drekk, and luckily for him, Drekk agreed.
Murkfang was quick to step between them before yanking Byung away.
"He has a strong smell; there is something off about him," Byung thought to himself, because this goblin didn’t smell like the others.
Murkfang tried to leave quickly before Drekk could confront them about what had happened.
"No one moves," Drekk commanded, and everyone froze in place.
Drekk caught up and turned around to look Byung right in the eyes before grabbing his neck and lifting him off the ground.
"F-Fuck, this isn’t good!" Murkfang thought to himself, but he was too much of a coward to stop Drekk—not that he could, even if he wanted to.
After all, Byung had dug himself into this hole; there was nothing he could do about it.
He had to face the repercussions, and Drekk’s grip tightened around his neck, clasping Byung’s airway shut.
Byung grabbed his wrists, hoping to exert enough force on them to free himself, but no luck.
"A-Am I going to die!?" Byung thought to himself, but Drekk suddenly released him.
Byung landed on his butt, but Drekk didn’t say a single word before walking away.
Murkfang was quick to rush Byung into the carriage along with the other goblins before leaving the area.
However, Drekk noticed the wrist Byung had grabbed was bruised. He didn’t let Byung go—Byung made him let go.
A sickening grin creased his already ugly face.
"That is no goblin."