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“Mister! Thanks for your hard work! Wow, I didn’t think you’d lose! But, if we’re talking about strength, you dominated! But that’s the rules of this arena, so it can’t be helped! And it looks like Mr. Donzoi has fought quite a bit under these same rules! If that’s the case, then it was a matter of luck! That being the case, mister, it’s no wonder that sometimes you win and sometimes you lose!”
When Bash left the waiting room and went outside, he was attacked by a monster sycophant. The sycophant used her advanced technique of circling around Bash, praising and comforting him, and finally hugged him on the shoulder. It was Zell.
“But it’s a pity. If your equipment had been a little stronger, you could have won…”
“Yes, that’s true. But I’m sure Donzoi’s honor has been restored by emerging victorious over me. He can return to our country with a big smile on his face.”
“Mr. Donzoi was stunned, probably because he didn’t believe he could win…”
Zell was watching the fight from the spectator stands. By the way, she was the one who told them that Donzoi was in the same unit as Bash.
“What are you going to do now? Are we going to continue the search for a woman in this city?”
“No, we’re going to go to another one.”
“Hmm…”
Zell also knew that Bash’s hopes of finding a woman in Do Banga’s Pit were not the highest. At least, when he was in the human city or the elven city, he used to look at people (women) on the road with eyes more full of expectation, hope and lust. Even when he was looking for a potential wife here, there were subtle looks on his face that said, “not bad, but…”. If she had to be honest, She’d say he was happiest when he was looking at Primera’s cleavage. She supposed dwarves weren’t his favorite. Thinking about it, he didn’t seem so disappointed after leaving the arena after the defeat. She thought that because his expectations were lower than usual, his disappointment was also lower.
“Well, that’s true.”
If that was the case, they’d better get out of the city as soon as possible. There were many more women who would be suitable for Bash.
“But where should we go now?”
At that moment, a shadow stepped in front of Bash.
“Sir Bash!”
Metal armor and a broadsword. A slightly different appearance among many similarly dressed people. A young man with the head of a lizard. He was Taid Nail. He took Bash’s hand, tears in his eyes.
“Just now… just now, all the slaves were freed…!”
“…?  I see…”
“I, uuh… sniff, I-I am deeply moved… why, uuh, someone like Sir Bash would participate in such a festival, that… that… I, I almost became a slave… I was there, so yes… even the last battle… sniff…”
“Mmm…”
Taid Nail was sobbing too much for his story to be minimally understandable. But, apparently, the young lizardman had figured out what Bash wanted to ask for when he won. But he must have been disappointed. He must have been disappointed to discover that the Orc Hero had no luck with women.
“Um, Sir Bash, what are you going to do after this?”
“Hm. I’m thinking of leaving this city for now. I have no clue where to go next, though…”
“You have no clue where to go next!? If that’s the case, I’d like you to come to my town! I’m sure you’ll be welcomed by everyone!”
Taid Nail said this cheerfully, but Bash made a sour face. The Lizardmen were a race that got along well with the orcs. Unlike with the Faeries, he had not teamed up with them during the war, but the Lizardmen, who were good at fighting in watery areas, often participated in operations. Bash himself did not have a bad impression of them. He thought it was reliable to stand shoulder to shoulder with them as comrades-in-arms.
“No, this is not a sightseeing trip. We can’t take a detour.”
“Yes… true…”
However, considering the purpose of this trip, he couldn’t agree.
For the Lizardmen were an ugly race to the orcs. Even more so than the dwarves. At the very least, only the most daring would consider them fit for sexual relationship. Bash, for his part, did not want a Lizardwoman for a wife, and did not want to procreate with one. Even if there was a woman who would accept Bash’s marriage proposal.
(Frizcop: There won’t be the sultry Argonian maiden for us.)