Looks Like I Found a Treasure

Hearing Leiluo's words, the female orc said no more, merely lowering her head and following behind him.

"How about I give you a name?" Seeing how silent she was, Leiluo idly tried to make conversation.

"What should I call you? Sigh... Names are so hard to come up with."

Just as Leiluo was preparing to name the female orc on his own, she spoke. "My lord, I have a name!"

"!?" Leiluo turned around, staring at her in bewilderment. "How do you have a name? If you had one, why didn't you say so earlier?!"

"My lord, no one is born a slave. Why wouldn't I have a name?" the female orc said indignantly upon hearing his words.

"Sigh... That's not what I meant."

The female orc's retort left Leiluo speechless. But this wasn't how it went in the novels he had read! Didn't protagonists always buy nameless slaves? Then they gave them a name, and the slave would become utterly devoted to them. Was he not the protagonist?!

With a mournful expression, Leiluo asked, "Then what's your name?"

"Garona Half-Orc," the female orc answered softly.

"Oh, Garona Half-Orc. Say, Garona..." Leiluo suddenly realized that the name sounded exceptionally familiar. "You said your name is Garona?!"

Though she did not know why Leiluo's tone had suddenly changed, Garona nodded.

Garona—a name steeped in legend. She had helped drive the wheels of history and was a powerful assassin who had once assassinated a king. If the Garona before Leiluo was the Garona he knew, then his clan would undoubtedly gain a new profession instructor.

"Then, Garona, are you an assassin?" Leiluo desperately wanted to know her class.

"Me? An assassin?" Though Garona was deeply puzzled by his question, she still replied, "No, my lord. I'm only a slave. How could I possibly have a class?"

Thinking about it, Leiluo realized she was right. He had bought her himself. She was merely an ordinary half-blood orc; how could she be that legendary assassin capable of murdering a king?

Setting aside the matter of Garona, Leiluo no longer wished to waste time in the market. He could only take Garona back to his own tent.

Shadowmoon Clan camp, Gul'dan's tent.

A person completely cloaked in black knelt before Gul'dan.

"How did the investigation I assigned you go?" Gul'dan's voice carried a trace of displeasure.

"My lord, I found out. The reason Kargath sent Saiyba and his men to Blade's Edge Mountain was because the Behemoth you ordered them to capture is now within a clan called Pebble Clan. It was the chieftain of this Pebble Clan who ruined the plan to capture the Behemoth," Black Robe answered in a hoarse voice.

"Why could the chieftain of some minor clan ruin my plans?! Is he Heroic Rank?" Gul'dan asked, suppressing his anger.

"No, my lord. That chieftain of the Pebble Clan is only Gold Tier."

Bang! Gul'dan hurled the beast-bone cup at hand toward Black Robe and roared, "You're telling me my plan was ruined by a mere Gold Tier?!"

"Yes, my lord." After answering, Black Robe lowered his head even further, terrified that Gul'dan would throw another cup at him.

"Ogres truly are all idiots. Even with an extra head, they are still idiots. Since Saiyba has already taken men there, send ten warlocks as well, just in case."

The deeply calculating Gul'dan quickly composed himself and made the arrangements.

"Oh, right. How is the selection of assassins I ordered you to make going?"

"My lord, the selection has been completed. But when I came here today, I saw a half-blood orc in the market at the trading convention. She is highly suited to becoming an assassin, so I wish to buy her. I will certainly forge her into a sharp weapon for you, my lord."

Gul'dan was intrigued. "Oh? You think so highly of her? Then go handle it. I look forward to the weapon you forge for me."

"What? That half-blood orc was sold? Who bought her?" Black Robe arrived at the tent selling half-blood orcs, only to receive this news.

"My friend, we have other slaves as well—Ogres, Arakkoa, all kinds. There's no need to care about one half-blood orc."

"What do you know?" Black Robe shoved aside the obsequious merchant.

"Damn it. I already boasted before my lord. If I can't find her, I'll surely be punished. I can only make use of the Shadow Council's power now. I hope she can be found, or else my lord's wrath..."

After leaving marks in several hidden places, he returned to his tent. Before long, twenty orcs appeared inside Black Robe's tent.

"My lord, why have you summoned us?" the twenty orcs asked Black Robe respectfully.

"Here is a portrait, drawn with a scrying spell. Find the person in it and bring her to me." Black Robe took out the portrait, which clearly bore Garona's likeness.

The next day.

When Leiluo saw Garona standing before him, freshly washed and dressed in tight leather armor, he could not help but stare blankly.

Perhaps Garona's slender build and lack of huge tusks made her ugly in the eyes of ordinary orcs, but Leiluo was no ordinary orc. His sense of beauty still came from his previous life. To him, Garona was undeniably beautiful. After having his eyes nearly ruined by what he had seen lately, how could Leiluo not be stunned at the sight of such a beauty?

Seeing the somewhat heated look in Leiluo's eyes, Garona did not feel repulsed. Instead, she was somewhat happy that Leiluo did not find her ugly. Well, Garona was a normal orc after all.

Coming back to his senses, Leiluo felt somewhat embarrassed and could only change the subject. "Um, Garona, I have a way to grow stronger. Do you want to learn it?"

"My lord, I... can I really learn it? I'm only... only a slave." Hearing Leiluo's words, Garona hesitated. It was not that she did not wish to become stronger, but that she worried learning a method of becoming stronger despite her status would affect Leiluo.

"It's fine. I'm the same as you. How could you be a slave?" Seeing Garona hesitate, Leiluo placed both hands on her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and spoke with a smile.

"All right. Then what will you teach me, my lord?" Garona stepped back, freeing herself from Leiluo's hands as she asked with a blush.

"Holy Light. A kind of power that has never appeared among orcs." Leiluo stood where he was, extending one hand as he gathered Holy Light in his palm.

"It can heal wounds." As he spoke, Leiluo cast a Holy Light Spell on Garona.

"And it can injure enemies." Leiluo then hurled a Hammer of Rage at the ground, blasting out a deep crater.

Feeling the comfort the Holy Light Spell brought her and looking at the deep crater in the hard ground, Garona said resolutely to Leiluo, "My lord, teach me. I want to master this power!"