Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

So the Half-human’s attention was on the orc with a bovine face and another orc that resembled an otter.

The former was the stall owner, while the latter was the paying customer.

Speaking of which, the otter orc, despite only reaching up to the Half-human’s waist, had an exceptionally large appetite. Sitting at the table with a giant bowl in front of him, big enough to serve as a bathtub for him, filled to the brim with noodles and meat. For a Half-human, this bowl of noodles would have been enough to feed his entire family for a day.

All the noodles ended up in the otter orc’s stomach, surprisingly without any cases of overeating to death occurring. Rather, after putting down the bowl... it wouldn’t be accurate to say he put it down, as the Half-human watched the otter orc slam the bowl onto the table, stand up, and look up at the bovine orc, "Your noodles are short in weight, you bastard!"

The Half-human tilted his head—so much for a big bowl and a lot of noodles. You’ve eaten it all, and then you accuse others like this... You must be hoping for a free meal.

"If you don’t pay up, you’re going to die here today," the bovine orc seemed to not mince words, merely stating a fact.

"I’ll pay with your damn head!" the otter orc exclaimed and then flipped the table.

Was a fight about to break out?! The Half-human was extremely excited—because orcs were always known to be immensely strong, which was especially true from his Half-human perspective.