A land of orcs with more men and fewer women

Chapter 133 Dinner (1)

"Hahahaha. I can't wait to hear the first act of poetry tonight. Hahaha." City Lord Ultra opened his hands and faced all the orcs in the main building hall.

Although there were a few orcs in the hall of the main building who moved slowly, most of the orcs responded quickly and put their hands on their chests and saluted.

City Lord Ultra stretched his left hand towards the orchestra in an inviting gesture.

The chin lifted slightly.

The musician flexibly plucks the seven strings.

The musical transformation of the lyre.

A poet walked out from among the orcs: [From the night of the rising moon, let me slowly...walk towards you. 】

The poet's voice is loud and passionate.

The orcs nearby all made way for him.

The sound of rattles slowly added to the orchestra,

Accompanied by the poet's ode,

Today's dinner officially kicked off...

[On the continent of Lierz, whose heart is it? Trembling for you...]

The eldest young master, Riel, had a red face. Confidence seemed to have returned to him again.

The twelfth young master Keqi is smiling. It was not difficult to find that the smile was in his eyes.

The other young masters of the City Lord's Mansion, such as the 20th young master Noah, who has just gained the favor of all the brothers, can't hide the eagerness to try in their eyes.

[My dear, who is closest to you? 】

For example, the older young masters seemed completely unaware of the atmosphere among the brothers. They followed their father, City Lord Ultra, and looked at the reciting poet.

For example, several young masters, with gloating smiles on their lips, looked at Seth who was able to follow his father and stand at a high place.

[Make a wish to the beast god and open my heart. 】

The orcs were second only to the young masters of the City Lord's Mansion. Their faces were as humble as before, and they listened to the poet's ode with appreciation.

When I heard this, my eyes filled with tears. Quite a bit of girlish innocence.

【this is for you. 】

On the other hand, the orcs one or two rows behind them were different. They looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.

It seemed that they were more interested in the orcs standing together than in poetry.

【It is full of you and no longer belongs to me. 】

In this way, it seems that the circle of orcs around Lilith is not very stable.

Their complicated and tangled emotions can be easily glimpsed by Lilith, a little orc.

The footsteps kept moving slightly, and Heaton swayed from side to side.

Under the poet's romantic and affectionate ode, it seems a bit... too lively.

[From now on, I no longer have any intention. 】

Lilith stared at the ground, these stone slabs that could detect people's light. They directly reflected the light and shadow of the orcs' every move, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The shaking figure on the stone slab is just like the human heart at this time, uncertain.

【It is given to you. 】

Although the hall was only filled with music and poetry, Lilith felt the non-stop whispers of the orcs around her.

This makes the moment that should be enjoyed become so long.

Affectionate poems cannot restore the hearts of the orcs...

【ah! 】

Those grand imaginations became distant in the uncertain attitude of City Lord Ultra.

Many of their ideas about tonight were forced to put a comma or a full stop at this moment?

This made the orcs around Lilith feel confused.

Full of ambition, no outlet can be found.

[The unintentional pain tortured me all night long. 】

It seems that the shaky status within the class will continue after this.