Chapter 137: Rocco’s Fruitless Battle
Is this some strange Beastman way of expressing happiness?
Determined to distract himself from the temptation of fluffy ears, Rocco shifted his gaze around the unfamiliar room.
As he scanned the surroundings, he suddenly noticed an enormous figure looming nearby like a wall.
"Ah! Wh-who’s there?!" Rocco exclaimed, jumping in surprise.
"Hah? Noisy brat, aren’t you? You just awake and already yapping," came a rough, deep voice.
Rocco froze at the familiar tone and slowly tilted his head back to look up—way up.
Standing before him was a ruggedly handsome, wild-looking man with a fierce gaze.
It was Mahmoud.
"Oh, it’s just Mamoth," Rocco muttered, relaxing.
"It’s Mahmoud. Not even close, kid," Mahmoud grumbled, crossing his arms.
"Ohhh, Mahmoud, huh... bit of a mouthful. Kinda tricky to say," Rocco mused aloud. He frowned slightly as he tried to pronounce it again. "Mahmoud... moud... Mamoth... Hmm."