The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1180: Bunga Party

Now that there was a properly Orcish party going on in the City Hall gardens, Karl knew that they weren’t going to get back to the Guild House to sleep any time soon, so he led Dana over to where a group of demon women were setting up drums and cleaning wooden flutes.

”Oh, welcome! I don’t know what to call you, and it seems rude to call you by name.” The Demoness closest to them giggled.

”You can use our names, we don’t mind. Or pick a title you like.

We’ve got some time before the food, so we thought that we might dance. I’m eager to find out what Bunga Clan’s musical taste is like.” Karl replied.

Dana nodded in agreement. ”If we stand too far away, it’s hard to sort it all out. My ears are sensitive, and there are many people singing and playing.”

”In that case, let’s start with some classics for the visitors.” The singer declared as the rest of the group finished setting up.

The drums started a fast and cheerful beat, then the flutes joined in, and the singer began a wordless animalistic cry that the nearby revellers joined in, and then began to bounce in spot.

”It’s a mosh pit.” Dana realized with a laugh.

She was right, it was not some sort of organized formal dance, it was an ancient dance tune that they had forgotten the words to, and now just mimicked with a wordless chanting.

So, Karl pulled Dana into the crowd to join the dancing, which was spreading further and further from the initial group as more musicians joined in on the song.

Then, a deep roaring voice joined in, and Karl realized that the reason nobody remembered the words was because the song was originally in Dragon, and nobody here spoke the language, they just liked the song.

Orthos had transformed, and he was singing along with the music, which turned out to be a children’s tune about flying, and the rhythmic thumping of the drums was intent ended to teach them the proper beat to flap their wings.

Somehow, that made it even funnier, and Karl sang along as they danced through the crowd until a great cheer from one side of the park brought the dance to an end.

The food was ready, and the people of Bunga were ready to properly welcome their City Lord home.

”Welcome visitor! Did you have a preference? We’ve got many meats roasting.” The Orc slicing up servings of food declared.

”Something herb seasoned, I think.” Karl decided.

”Same.” Dana agreed.

”In that case, we have just the right thing for you. It’s a river fish that goes will with the dried herbs and fresh lemon.” He declared, then handed them each a plate with a small fish and some sort of purple roast potato on it.

”Cheers. Actually, do you have more grill space? I have a donation that I’m sure the Orcs will like.” Karl suggested.

Hawk nodded in agreement. He had many things that the Orcs liked. But he had far too many Crocolisks and Crabs. Both were excellent. But he may have, just possibly, went overboard while collecting them.

Hawk pointed to an Overlord Ranked Crocolisk, and Karl prepared to pull it out when the Orc nodded.

”There is a roasting pit just behind me. How big is your donation?” The cook replied.

”I was going to give you a whole Crocolisk. I stored it without portioning it, and it’s too much.” Karl explained.

The Orc’s eyes lit up. ”I haven’t had Crocolisk forever! They live to the south in the swamps, but we don’t go there often, the Naga Tribes are territorial.”

Karl found an open spot near the roasting pits and dropped the Crocolisk on the ground for the cooks to prepare.

”There you go, ladies and gentlemen. It might take some time to fully roast, but it’s a lot of meat.”

The Orcs cheered and pulled him into careful hugs so they didn’t spill his plate.

”You’re pretty decent, for an outsider. Don’t worry, we can slice strips as it cooks, so there will be Crocolisk all night long. You’re new to Bunga, but this party will probably last for at least two days, so just go to wherever you’re staying and sleep when you need.” The cook explained.

An old troll with white hair and wrinkled blue skin laughed. ”With a new wife, it can be hard to get out of bed, but the party will be here waiting for you until we run out of food and drink.”

Karl waved goodbye as he followed Dana to the base of a tree to sit and eat, out of the way of the dancers.

Every so often, someone would stagger across the park, either limping or staggering drunk, and splash into the pool by the main fountain. They would stay there for a few minutes, letting the healing totem work, and then rejoin the party, refreshed and good to go.

”Maybe the healing pools were a bad idea. If they can just heal their sore feet, the Demons and Orcs will never stop dancing.” Dana laughed as she realized what was happening.

”They said they’d quit when they ran out of food that had been prepared for the party, and the Orcs aren’t known for being wasteful. I’m sure that it will be fine eventually.

Plus, look how happy all the kids are with the new water park.” Karl joked.

The kiddy pool had been repurposed for a preteen wrestling tournament, where the Orcs and Demons could show off for each other. The matches were currently being dominated by a Wrath Demon Girl with oversized leathery wings and alabaster pale skin.

Despite being one of the smaller contestants, she had immense physical strength and had managed to body slam an Orcish boy twice her size to eliminate him.

The boy didn’t look happy about it, but the rest of the contestants were cheering her on as the next little boy came up to challenge her leadership.

It reminded Karl of the Wrath Demons in Drodh when he had first brought them the fertility charms. The female of the group were definitely not any physically weaker than their male counterparts.