"Those fools don't know any better and mistook you for dwarves, but I know beings like you should be called elves. Am I right?" The Orc sitting across the fire pit grinned at Odin.
Elves?
Oh, that explained it.
The moment this Orc had seen them, he had been unable to hide the greed in his eyes.
Never mind shrewd people like Netero and the others-even Odin had noticed it.
That showed just how blatant the Orc's greedy stare was.
The previously peaceful gathering place fell silent at the Orc's words. Everyone began drawing closer, showing signs of closing in around Odin's group.
"Elves? These are elves?"
"I heard you can sell a single elf to those nobles for over a thousand gold coins."
"Perfect! There's no money to be made in this barren wasteland, and it's dangerous, too. If I catch an elf, I could afford women every day!"
"..."
Netero and the others couldn't understand the eager stares, greedy looks, and vicious words around them, but they understood the situation.
"Odin, what's going on?" Ponzu asked quietly.
"It's nothing. They're saying we're elves and want to capture us to sell. They think we're piglets they can slaughter whenever they like," Odin explained, speechless.
"Ah!" Ponzu gasped. "Then what should we do now?"
The others said nothing, but they were also waiting for Odin's instructions.
What else could they do? These people wanted to capture and sell them. Why bother talking nicely?
Odin waved a hand. "Handle it however you like. Leave a few alive."
"I'll do it." After waiting so long, Kanzai, the Tiger, grinned excitedly.
With a bang, he shot forward, Nen surging around him.
Netero chuckled twice but didn't move.
Morel took down his pipe, put it in his mouth, and took a puff. A great