Fudge had inherited Michael's Golden Nose skill, giving him a sense of finding talented people based on intuition alone.
"Are you sure about this?" Michael asked the ninja slime.
"Yes, Master. After pretending to be the snake tempter sent by the Goddess, I found out something surprising—they have a natural affinity for shadows! And it's not just one or two of them, it's all of them!"
Michael raised an eyebrow. "So, let me get this straight… you want the Orcs to become ninjas like you?" He asked, trying to make sense of it all.
"You got it exactly right, Master. They already like me, so they will do as I say!"
Michael looked at Fudge with a serious face. "You want the Orcs, the big and intimidating demi-humans, to become one of your sneaky little ninjas?"
