Chapter 597 Ask Dewey for Help

In the villa hall, a dozen goblin maids lined up on both sides. At the end of the maid team, there were a dozen wooden puppets, some holding brooms and dustpans, some carrying teapots, some holding dinner plates, and some holding a rag.

Phoenix and the others were very satisfied with this treatment, and they all looked proud and ladylike. Even Remy, who always loved riding on my shoulders, floated down and followed the example of the other girls in front, walking in a measured manner.

Watching on the sidelines, I just wanted to be happy, but I didn't dare to express my joy. I always felt that the ladies like Fenghuang and the others were pretending to be so funny.

Of course, this does not include two people, Yura and Lilea.

Yula was originally from a noble family in Airui City, and had received a very strict education since childhood. Due to her occupation, Lillea had contact with people at all levels, and naturally learned the so-called elegant style of the nobles.

Anyway, to me, the elegance of these nobles is of no use, mastering the true strength is the most important thing.

I just came into contact with the Dwarf King. If I guessed correctly, his physical strength has reached a terrifying level. Among the people I have come into contact with, except for Achilles, perhaps no one can reach this level of strength.

It might be exciting if he could have a fight with Achilles~

However, the final result is undoubtedly that Achilles will win. Unless he can reach the level of Achilles, or similar strength, otherwise, it will be in vain.

Rooms were quickly assigned, one for myself and one for the girls.

After a day of shopping together, Remi's relationship with Phoenix has become as close as second only to me. Now, even if she leaves me, she can sleep peacefully - but she must be held by Phoenix. Just fine.

Lying alone on a big bed, I took off my gauntlet and exposed my left arm.

The left arm, from the fingertips to the elbow, is covered with black or red graffiti, intertwined together, like an extremely weird tattoo.

What are these runes that Dewey and his colleagues call runes?

Why do they fly out of my skin and spin around my body every time I get extremely angry or lose my mind?

Why do they have the ability to break the dungeon boss room?

Where does that kind of destructive power that is so terrifying that makes me feel desperate come from?

Why am I completely unaware of the existence of this power when I am usually there, or when I cover them up?

While thinking, I suddenly thought of a person, the high priest of the orc tribe.

I heard about this person from Princess Aurora. After Princess Aurora stated the prophecy and fulfillment of the orc high priest, I always had the illusion that this orc high priest might really know me. The reason for the ghostly drawing on the arm.

But even with all this in mind, when should I go find him?

No, this is not accurate. I should say, what kind of opportunity should I use to find him?

Judging from the description of the orc high priest by Princess Aurora, this high priest must enjoy an extremely respected status, perhaps even higher than the status of the city lord.

I haven't been able to meet the Lord of Dashai City yet, let alone this omniscient high priest.

How about I save the dwarf king's face and ask the dwarf king to come forward and write a letter of recommendation for me to introduce me to the high priest?

Uh. This doesn't seem to be a good idea.

It's a bit like coercing the other party with kindness. Moreover, even with this letter of recommendation, will he definitely meet the orc tribe's high priest?

I don't think so.

After all, he is the high priest of the orcs and not the dwarves. Even if he refutes the dwarf king on the spot, it is not impossible.

Masters generally have tempers.

How about asking Dewey to find a solution?

With this idea in mind, I instantly jumped off the bed, walked out of the room quickly, and told the goblin maid: "If my fiancées ask where I have been, tell them that I went to find Dewey."

After that, he left the villa directly.

The villa Dewey chose for me was very close to the palace, so it didn't take long for me to arrive in front of the palace.

The guards guarding the gate probably change every day, because it was the two of them who stood guard here in the early morning, and now, they are still the two of them.

The two guards recognized me at a glance as the human young man that Dewey took into the palace. I chuckled and said, "Do you still remember me?"

The two guards also laughed and said: "Of course I remember, so far, there have been no more than five foreigners personally picked up by Master Dewey."

After listening to the guard's explanation, I felt honored.

Did you see that I am one of the five most distinguished guests, hehe (laughing obscenely)~

Under the guidance of the maid who arrived, I quickly found Dewey. He was sitting in his office reviewing piles of documents. After seeing me, he said hello and continued to review the documents. Stack after stack of documents.

I looked at the densely packed small words on it and felt my brain hurt. I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

Dewey didn't even raise his head and said, "Help my brother review official documents and deal with city construction issues."

"You work really hard every day." I grinned, pulled up a chair, sat down and said, "When do you usually take a break?"

"My rest time is very regular," Dewey said, "It's just that I'm not busy now, and my brother is drunk again. These official documents and handed-in documents can't be left without comment, so I have to do it for them."

"oh"

Hearing what he said, I was embarrassed to speak again, so I was about to get up and leave. At this time, Dewey said, "If you have anything to say, just tell me, so as not to delay my work."

"real?"

"When did I, Dewey, tell lies?"

"Okay then" I thought for a while and said, "I want to ask you for a favor."

"What's the deal?"

"Write me a letter of introduction," I said, "I want to meet the orc tribe's high priest."

Click!

The pencil lead in Dewey's hand was broken.

He slowly raised his head, unconsciously pressed the small glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose with his left hand, and looked at me with surprise. After a while, he asked me in a tone full of uncertainty, "You, say it again, Who do you want to see?"

"The high priest of the orc tribe!" I said every word.

"Are you kidding me?" Dewey stood up and walked slowly to me, staring at me through his small glasses.

"I'm not kidding," I said, "I just want to meet the orc high priest."

"What do you want to do when you see him?" Dewey looked directly at me and asked.

"Ask him a few questions," I said, "and show him my arm to see if he can help me unlock the secrets about my left arm."