a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

306: To gain a new ally (2)

"Honestly, Who can bear wearing such a thing?" Jagra shuddered as he dropped the \'costumes\' from the crate. He looked as if the mere touch of the fabric scalded him. The people around him chuckled at his reaction. I01v1& However, they could agree that the clothes brought to them were outrageously lavish and revealing.

Malyana laughed as she placed a hand on her waist. Her glittering ruby eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, did you think dancers wear winter clothes to entertain guests? Cease your complaints. We have work to do."

Sighs filled the room, but every single soul began to move, preparing tools and weapons to be carried for tomorrow\'s big event. In one corner, Moulin eyed the busy crowd as he finished checking the vials in one crate.

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"Busy?"

The female fox orc sauntered towards him while wearing a somewhat lazy smile.

Moulin shrugged. "You can\'t tell?"

Malyana grinned at his response before picking up one of the bottles in the wooden box. The viscous fluid moved as her fingers tilted the glass bottle sideways. Moulin\'s eyes followed the movement of the liquid.

"Who sent these supplies?" The youth asked. Moulin\'s hand stroked the side of the box slowly.

"An ally. A very patient one."

"One of your friends in the brothel?"

Malyana slowly lowered her gaze, "Used to be. Until a beast picked him up, and I never saw him again. He\'s out there suffering." She returned the bottle to its place in the crate. The vibrant colors within all fifty vials appeared like stars in the reflection of her eyes. Something nostalgic crossed her mind, and Moulin was able to feel it.

"If he\'s still alive and communicating with you, then he must be so determined to overthrow the Orcan leaders of the red palace. Although he is not here, he\'s fighting with us." Moulin turned his gaze to the potions, oblivious of Malyana\'s soft gaze after his words finished.

"Yes, he is..."

Half an hour passed, and the men all fell on the ground with tired sighs. Although they had finished with the preparations, there was still one thing left to finish, and they were the least looking forward to it.

"It\'s time to practice the dance." Malyana excitedly declared. Her eyes were shining, for she was waiting for this moment. Frowns appeared one after the other around, but she was the least bothered by it. Instead, she was amused and more determined because of their expressions. Clapping her hands, she ordered them to get up while sorting them into groups.

"I don\'t... dance." Jagra declared with a determined expression. His eyes glanced at the crate of costumes in fear.

"C\'mon. Who hasn\'t seen the mighty Jagra dance till he dropped? Even the most experienced performers would fall to shame compared to you." One maeruthan brought up the hilarious memory of the first time Jagra was drunk.

Jagra cursed loudly while the others laughed aloud. Their merriment didn\'t last long when Malyana narrowed her eyes at them, silencing the room.

"I\'ll fetch Selia." Moulin held back a chuckle as he turned around. He bit his lips as he spotted Jagra giving him a begging look. Moulin chuckled as he finally fled the room. The silent complaints from his comrades seemed to tickle his ears even if he didn\'t hear it. Their faces told him everything. It was quite an amusing sight to see, and it left Moulin a pretty smile on his face as he walked the lonely narrow hallway.

Moulin went upstairs to the room in the west corridor where Selia\'s quarters were. Nhero, Emlen, and Hadrian were busy discussing the further details of the plan in the room just beside it. Moulin decided to visit Hadrian and his brother after he fetched the strange bubbly girl.