Everyone is a hero, but I am a second-year player.

Both the skin and hair are dark in color, but not as dark as the night. To humans, it looks like someone who often works in the sun and has healthy dark skin.

This makes the orcs look more friendly.

If every orc was handsome and fair-skinned, people would unconsciously feel a sense of distance.

Walking on the streets, the brave men and believers who led the way discovered that the orcs would collect the ubiquitous wood scraps and hold them in their hands.

The brave warriors who knew a little bit of Orcish explained to them that they would not need to light a fire to cook for a short period of time and there was no need to collect wood.

But the orcs just shook their heads and said it had other uses.

With the heroes' simple grasp of the Orcish language, they would subconsciously avoid some complicated topics, so they didn't ask more questions.

On the third day, the believers found that the orcs were doing the same thing outside the tent.

They were carving something with their claws, using the wood they had collected yesterday.

Also on the third day, after Anyi had been busy with the preparation and training of the orc warriors for two days, he rarely came to Arya's room.

I heard that she has been staying in her room since she came back. No one knows what she is doing. She hardly even eats the food sent by believers.

An Yi thought that since she had recovered for two days, it was time to go and see how she was doing.

He just doesn't like to talk, but he's not so cold that he doesn't even care about his friends.

Of course, Licolina also wanted to go, but... An Yi was already so busy, she would only be busier.

I don’t know what big shots are busy with every day, but they always have a lot of things to do.

Leighton was naturally worried about her and went to her room and knocked on the door.

It was not until last night that I realized that I had knocked on the wrong door. For two days I had been knocking on the door of an empty room upstairs from Arya.

All I can say is...it's very much his style.

Layton wanted to go this morning, but Anyi held him back;

“Her family was gone, she was very sad and stayed in her room and wouldn’t come out, then you argued with her upstairs for two days.

Do you think she wants to see you?"

Layton: "Ah...ah, ahahahahaha--!! Then let An Yi go! I remembered I have to help someone build a house today! That's it!!"

Then he ran away laughing.

"Tuk-tuk."

There was no response as expected. Instead, there was a "trample" sound, which should be someone running towards me barefoot.

"Crack!"

"An Yi?!" Arya opened the door.

In addition to surprise, there were traces of snot and tears on her little face, and her eyes were a little red and swollen, making her look indescribably haggard.

Although she had taken off her coat and pants, her shirt stained with some goblin blood showed that she had not taken a proper shower or changed her clothes in the past two days.

"Why do you know it's me?" An Yi asked.

When other people knocked on the door, she didn't say a word and didn't open it.

"Because it's Anyi's footsteps!" Arya replied.

"Really? Go wash your face. It's dirty." Anyi raised his finger and pointed at Arya's face.

"what!"

Arya quickly ran to the sink in the bathroom and washed her face roughly, wiped it with a towel and ran out quickly. Her hair in front of her face was messy due to the water.

"Are you feeling better?" An Yi asked.

"Hmm..." Arya wasn't sure, but she forced a smile and nodded.

"Okay, then I'll go first." An Yi nodded, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait! Are you leaving now?!" Arya hurried out and grabbed Anyi's arm.

“I just came to see if you were feeling better.

Just leave after you finish reading it." An Yi said expressionlessly.

"That's no good?" Arya asked.

An Yi: "If you don't open the door, I'll leave too."

Arya: "Don't go!"

"What can we do if we don't leave?" An Yi asked again.

Arya looked away, considered it for a moment, then said, "Talk to me?"

“Comforting you? I’m not very good at it.

However, no matter which goblin killed your family, I will kill it." An Yi said.

Arya was stunned and silent for a long time. Finally, she smiled and nodded: "Well, thank you."

She took An Yi and stepped into the room, saying, "Come in, can you?"

An Yi glanced at Arya from head to toe. She was only wearing a thin shirt and a pair of panties underneath...

An Yi: “No.”

I always feel like there's danger.

"Just for a moment! Stay with me!" Arya grabbed Anyi's hand tightly.

With her strength, she couldn't pull An Yi.

An Yi looked at Arya's persistence and thought that if she wanted to do something strange, she could just run away then.

"Okay, I'll accompany you for a while." An Yi nodded.

Arya happily jumped out the door and hugged An Yi's hand: "That's great!"

An Yi: "You haven't taken a shower in a few days."

Arya: "Ka! Very... stinky?!"

An Yi: “Neither.”

Arya: "Phew... I'll wash it right away!!"

The room is not big, similar to the hero's dormitory, just a simple single room, but it has an extra bathroom than the hero's dormitory.

When I entered the room and looked up, I saw a pile of clothes that Alya had piled in the closet.

The closet door was open, and you could tell she had just tidied it, but she was an orc, and there wouldn't be a lot of clothes in a place where orcs lived, so she tidied it very hastily.

Their clothes are changed every year. Summer clothes are worn under winter clothes, and new summer and winter clothes are made the next year.

They will wear last year's clothes throughout the winter and will not take a bath in the cold winter unless it is necessary.

After wearing it for a quarter, I threw it away and bought a new one.

Arya didn't know how to fold clothes at all. It was true that Noel had taught her, but she was too lazy to learn or to fold them.

In her opinion, not folding clothes is not a shameful thing.

The clothes were only piled together after An Yi came, simply because they would block the road if thrown everywhere.

If the clothes alone were a mess, the bed would be in an even more disastrous state.

There was a pile of sawdust on the quilt, scattered everywhere. The clean area on the other side could barely be seen as a sleeping area.

The only clean place should be the wooden board placed on the side of the bed.

On the wooden board, there were a number of little figures with animal ears carved out of wood.

However, their heads are animal-shaped, with obvious pointy, protruding noses.

Arya let go of Anyi's hand, then climbed onto the bed, picked up the wooden board with the statue, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted the quilt beside her.

"An Yi, sit down."

"What is that?" An Yi looked at the wooden statue on her legs and did not sit down.

"Sit down and I'll tell you." Arya said with a smile, her tail held high behind her, the tip of her tail swaying from side to side.

Judging from the sawdust on the bed, Arya might have been busy with these wooden statues for the past two days.

So, An Yi chose to sit down and listen to what these wooden statues were.

But the seat was about three body lengths away from Arya.

"Is it still smelly..." Arya lowered her head and sniffed her sleeve.

An Yi symbolically sat half a body closer.

Arya's cheeks flushed a little, and then she quickly returned to the topic and picked up one of the wooden statues: "That...!

When a family member dies, we orcs will make a... doll of them?

Then when we see the puppets, it will be like they are still watching us and accompanying us.”

"Then, why is it that face?" An Yi asked, looking at the wooden statue.

Arya stroked the puppet's pointed nose with her finger and smiled, "If you ask other orcs they may not know, because this was passed down a long, long time ago.

But I know, my grandfather told me.

Grandpa said that a long time ago, the orcs believed that after we orcs died, our souls would turn into wild beasts and come back to see their relatives.

“For example, the cat-eared people will transform into cats and appear in front of their loved ones.

So the orcs a long, long time ago looked like animals. Are they the original appearance of the souls of our beast-eared people?

Because when we are just born, we can't speak and we are not that smart. Like animals, we can only act on instinct.

So after death, they will turn back into animals.

Such puppets are the appearance of their souls."

An Yi nodded: "I see."

"actually……"

After saying just two words, Arya felt a little sore in the corners of her eyes.

She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and continued;

"Actually... I really want them to meet An Yi...

Tell them that the orcs are saved now because you helped me in the beginning.

We have come this far because you didn't kill me when we first met, and gave the impulsive me a chance.

I really want to rescue them myself and be with them..."

Maybe it was because she had cried enough in the past two days, but she didn't cry loudly. She just continued speaking with a sobbing voice.

Arya lowered her head and rubbed the wooden figure in her hand with her fingers, saying, "This is my mother's doll. She has white hair and white skin like me.

She is usually very gentle, but everyone thinks she is a weirdo because she always does what she wants to do, she is very free and cheerful.

In fact, she and her father are not from the same tribe, and no one knows where she came from.

Dad found her while hunting and said he would send her back to her original tribe. It would be dangerous for her to be discovered by the goblins outside alone."

Arya said, picking up another puppet, which was her father's puppet.

As she spoke, she shook the wooden figure, as if a child was playing house with the figure;

“Mom said that she had managed to escape with great difficulty and didn’t want to go back. She wanted to randomly join a tribe of other beast-eared people.

Dad felt that she was not safe outside, so he invited Mom to join his tribe. He said that he was the son of the tribe leader, and as long as he invited, the tribe leader would definitely be willing to let Mom join the tribe.

Well, the patriarch is my grandfather.

But mom immediately rejected dad.

She said that she would not easily join another tribe, but she could give her father a chance and let him say something to make her mother willing to follow him.

Arya smiled faintly as she spoke, her mind seeming to recall the times when her parents told her stories.

"What did your father say?" asked An Yi.

Arya wondered if Anyi's interest was aroused, and felt a little happy.