The Orcs' Falk Tribe.
"Chief, all the arrest teams reported that they haven't found Princess Connie." An orc strode into a cave, and respectfully reported to a tall and lanky orc sitting on the throne.
"Trash!" Gary threw the plate next to him at that orc after hearing that, and furiously said, "A bunch of useless fellows. You all can't even catch a little girl! Of what use are you all to me?!"
That orc's head was smashed by the stone plate, and he bled profusely. However, he didn't dare to hide or move back a single step. He simply knelt on the ground nervously and motionlessly.
"It's fine that we failed to catch her. She is just a useless girl. What could she do?" Gary soon calmed down, and revealed a smug smile on his face. "I will be the real chief of the Falk Tribe in a few days' time. After killing that lovely nephew of mine, I will be the only heir."
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