Chapter 507
"Why a snub-nose all of a sudden?" Diana muttered, eyes narrowing. As she said, he was an orc.
Ian, without stopping the glass at his lips, tilted it and took in the sight of the orc crossing the room.
His already fierce gray face was covered in scars, big and small. His long hair was braided into one tail-like strand. One of his upward-jutting tusks was broken at the tip.
Looks like a battle-hardened veteran.
Unlike most Imperial orcs, he wore no golden nose rings or tusk ornaments. Instead, he resembled the soldiers from the black lands. The chain-lined leather armor beneath his hooded cloak, worn but well-maintained, reinforced the impression. The bulge on one side of the hood was likely from a long weapon strapped to its back.
—Is a fight about to break out?
Yog’s excited whisper tickled Ian’s mind, but Ian remained unfazed. The orc’s yellow eyes, fixed on him, were calm and composed despite his fierce appearance.
"It’s more surprising that no one seems to care, considering how heavily armed he is," said Lucia.
Even as a fierce-looking orc warrior crossed the room, the tavern didn’t quiet down in the slightest. In the North, wary glances would have already been flying. But here, even those who glanced at the passing orc quickly looked away again, returning to their conversations as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
Their reactions showed no fear, as if they didn't even notice him.
Raising her glass, Diana muttered, “It’s a snub-nose. You’ve seen them plenty of times already. They never start fights. Most of the time, they don’t even try. Especially not with humans. They’re terrified they might kill one with a single touch.”
Snorting briefly, she brought the glass to her lips and added, "Anyway, it seems the rumors about Ian have already spread. He must be one of those who wants to meet a great warrior in person."