The orc was gradually knowing more about the matters in the city.
He even knew more about the private matters of every household than anyone else.
There was no need to deliberately inquire about it.
After a few glasses of wine on the table, some merchants in the city had nothing to talk about. They could only share the private matters of others.
He kept up with this hobby of snooping around the private matters of others in the city.
"Sigh, it's not that I like to hear about these things. I'm a deer orc, neither human nor demon. It would be inappropriate to talk about the Demon Clan, humans, and orcs at the wine table. But it would be different for private matters because everyone likes to hear about it. It wouldn't affect the relationship between us doing business."
After these words were spread, the merchants who did business with the deer orc would always prepare one or two private stories when they were meeting him.
