Kapitel 82: Monke back to Dungeon

"Yes, what do you want?" I asked the minotaur, my muscles paling in comparison to his.

"Nothin' much mate." The minotaur shrugged, taking a seat on a chair beside the table. "Just a bit fahkin' curious about yah race. Ya look nothin' liyyke the bloody pansies scattered ahround the bloody damn 'all."

"You're the second person to ask me that today, funny." I chuckled to myself. My ego is inflated by a little due to how different I am from the others. Looking around, I realize that I'm the only gorilla in the damn place, as well as countless curious gazes focusing on me. "And it seems that you aren't the only curious one."

"Of course, I'm fahkin' curious. I've joined the bloody dungeon games three times now, 'n this is the bloody first time I've evah seen one of yah kind. Fahkin' bloody oath mate." The minotaur slammed the mug he was holding on the table, laughing his heart out at my silly remark.