Within Silent Heart Academy.
At the center of the Death Tribulation Flower Sea.
"Let me go to the battlefield?"
"That won't do!"
"The pay is three thousand Magic Beast souls per day?"
"That still won't do. You cannot insult my demonic dignity!"
Watching Orsaga righteously reject his proposal, Hawthorne asked in confusion, "Why? I thought you wouldn't be all that opposed to it."
He could clearly sense the bloody aura radiating from Orsaga. This was unquestionably someone who had stirred up countless storms of blood and gore. For someone like him, as long as the price was right, there should have been no battlefield he would refuse to enter. Yet Orsaga had rejected him without even thinking, leaving Hawthorne unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Working for someone else is impossible. I'll never work for someone else in this life!"
Orsaga waved a hand with a solemn expression. "My race is cautious by nature. A wild Demon like me, weak as I am and all alone with no one to rely on, is even less likely to get involved in that kind of major battlefield. Jobs like guarding gates and working security suit my racial traits far better. After all, I'm just that steady."
After hearing that, Hawthorne immediately felt that the other party was messing with him, but Orsaga's earnest expression left him without proof.
After all, he knew very little about the Demon race.
A few minutes later, watching Hawthorne leave, Orsaga picked at his ear and whistled indifferently.
He did not particularly mind getting drawn into war. Fighting was even a form of entertainment to him. But those who were the first to enter a high-intensity war generally never met a good end, so he would have to be out of his mind to head