Treasure Hunter

Chapter 8: Two Straws

“Hurry up or that maniac will catch up to us! How did we even get our names on the Hunting Chameleon target list?!”

“Boss, why don't we just kill him, he's just one person and there's ten of us so he should be easy to handle.”

“Are you fucking crazy?! That's Two Straws, a High C-Ranker with exquisite Knife Skills. It's said that he could skin you alive and you wouldn't even notice. I'm only a Low C-Ranker and you're all D-Rankers, trust me, we aren't his match, especially when it's dark.”

“Boss, look over there, it's a campfire! Should we go over and ask for help? Anyone willing to come to this damned forest has some capabilities, especially so deep definitely is strong! They can even buy us some time.”

A group of ten men with heads of different monsters were jumping from tree to tree as fast as they could when one of them identified flames from afar and ran in that direction. They were either going to ask for help if the person who was camping there was strong or bring that person trouble if they were weak, either way, it was a win-win situation for them. 

…

Once they reached the campfire, this group of ten people looked around cautiously while approaching the flames. 

A human old man in his eighties with white hair and beard was sitting alone and looked at the flames with a dazed look, q clear indication that he was in deep thoughts. Behind him were ten camping tents. 

Crack! 

“Who's there?!” shouted the old man after he heard the sound of a dry branch breaking. The group of ten people then revealed themselves to the old man.

“We come in peace and we apologise for startling you. It's just that we were looking for a place to spend the night and got attracted to this place because of the flames, please don't take offence.” said the rat headed man who was the leader of this group. 

“I don't like the sound of that. My wives especially chose this place so that it would be just me and them and that no one would disturb us. So please find another place.” answered the old man. 

“Sir, it's already so dark, we'll be killed by monsters here before the night ends. If you let us spend the night here with you, we'll even pay you. Please, we don't want to d…”

“Ah, so this is where you were hiding.” a voice from some distance away interrupted the ratman and everyone looked over. An owl headed man stood on a tree branch and wore black clothes.

“Whatever this is that you're planning to do, please go to another location lest you wake up my wives. They don't take kindly to trespassers, so please leave or you'll leave your heads here.” said the old man with a smile. 

“Well damn, at your age, you still have the energy to move your waist old man, you have my respect. How many wives do you have?” said the owl headed man in a friendly manner. 

“Hahaha, thank you, there's nothing more addictive than having sex. I just can't stop doing it whenever I get the chance and my wives are so sexy that I'm always aroused. As for the number, there's one hundred and one in total and I'm currently content with this number.” replied the old man. 

“One hundred and one, old man, your appetite is quite huge, how do you even handle them? How do you ensure that there are no arguments?”

“That's very simple, my wives are like sisters so there's not many conflicts but when they arise, my dick solves all of them.”

“I respec…”

“Old man, don't be too friendly with that guy, one minute you're laughing and the next minute he's trying to kill you. His name is Two Straws and he's a member of an assassin organisation called the Hunter Chameleon!” said the rat headed man as the two were getting too friendly with one another. 

“Hey, don't make a noise otherwise you'll wake my wives up. Just solve your problems elsewhere.” said the old man and his words angered some of the rat headed man’s guys who were anxious and agitated by Two Straws’ arrival.

“Shut the fuck up old man! We're in a life and death crisis and all you care about is not waking up your wives?! I'm gonna wake them up and we'll all die together, hahaha! Bitches! Wake up!” one of the men in the group started shouting and making noise. 

The old man was about to stand up but it seems like he was already too late because from the tents, heads peeked at everyone around the campfire before disappearing into the tents again. Everyone except the old man were surprised by the orcs peeking. 

“O-Orcs! Old man, why do you have female orcs in your tents?!”

“Female orcs! It's fucking female orcs!”

“Those are my wives I was telling you about. Now do you understand why I wanted you to leave this place but since you love courting death, enjoy yourselves.” said the old man with a sinister smile. 

“What do you know about female orcs that we don't?!”

“Don't you fucking know about female orc…pffft!”

A head suddenly flew in the air, completely scaring the group who were about to run but it was too late. 

Fuu! Fuu! Fuu! Fuu! Fuu!

A battle axe flew in the air and split another man's body in half then fell on the ground. 

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! 

As D-Rankers, these guys couldn't follow the movements of the female orcs and were killed one by one, even the rat headed man was dealt with pretty quickly since he was facing two female orcs. Only the owl headed man on the branch was still alive and still on that branch. 

“Don't attack him, he's my friend.” said the old man in orc language. He'd learned it in a week because of his Intelligence Stat. 

“Old man, I think we got off on the wrong foot, how about I reintroduce myself. I'm Garry aka Two Sticks and I'm part of the Hunting Chameleon assassin organisation.”

“And I'm Leit, Leit and his Orc harem.”