I'm not that kind of orc

After hearing this, Arsena showed a suddenly realized expression: "That's right! It's Miss Feilan who is so thoughtful, I don't see that you care about Mr. Brock so much—"

Before she finished speaking, Feilan slapped her on the back of the head with a face full of embarrassment: "What the hell are you talking about?"

Arsena, who had her head bowed by the beating, was not annoyed. Instead, she smiled and got up from her seat: "Then let's go eat first, Mr. Bullock, and come back to bring you food."

"Oh." I simply replied.

The three of them left one by one. Angelika stopped by the door and turned her head, but was finally dragged away by Feilan.

The classroom was suddenly empty.

The sudden silence and the free atmosphere of being alone eased my restless mood a little bit, thanks to Feilan who took them all out, now I really need to be alone for a while.

Why did it become like this...and why is it at such a time?Next, what should we do?

I can't think of it, and I don't know where to think of it.

I closed my eyes habitually, and used the meditation technique I learned when I practiced spells with Roland to clear my mind, so that I could calm down and organize my thoughts normally.

There is obviously something wrong with the fact that the six tribes sent troops to Saidian.

There is no mandatory alliance agreement between the Bloodaxe clan and other clans. I don't believe that other clans will send troops to the south for the Bloodaxe clan just out of the so-called brotherly loyalty, just like the human kingdoms There will also be national barriers, clearly delineating boundaries, and occasionally even conflicts of interest. Even if they belong to the same race, the six major clans are still different groups after all.

Clan leaders naturally have to consider the interests of their respective clans. Sending troops in any form will have the risk of losing troops. If there is no reward or enough motivation, it is impossible for them to run over to stand up for the Bloodaxe clan.

Is the favor of the Bloodaxe clan and the little land they asked the elves to cede, really worth it?

It's so weird.

There is too little information, and I can't deduce the reason, but there is one thing I still understand.

Now it is necessary for me to meet Igna, and there are many questions that must be asked face to face.

but……

"Brock."

A soft call interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up, and Roland was standing at the door, looking at me expressionlessly.

It felt like her whole body had turned pale.

"You're back..." I said dryly, moving my throat, but I still couldn't get out the question "how's it?"

However, Roland was obviously aware of my problem, and shook his head at me: "The negotiation has been finalized. Three days later, at the front line of defense on the western border, both sides will send representatives to hold talks there."

"yes……"

Unexpected bad news.

Judging from the conditions put forward by the six major tribes, it is really hard to imagine any good results from the so-called negotiations.

She walked over slowly and sat down on the seat opposite me.

We looked at each other and didn't speak for a long time.

When something like this happened suddenly, both I and her felt very complicated.

"...What will happen next?" After a long time, I asked.

"Right now, I can't give you an accurate answer." Roland shook his head, "But I will try my best to find a way..."

"I can't rest assured." I said honestly.

Such a sudden and bad situation change, I don't believe she can deal with it alone.

"But what can you do now?" she asked, looking me in the eyes.

"Roland." I met her gaze without avoiding it, "Where are those envoys now?"

"Still in the palace, but will leave soon. That representative, your sister, seems to be one of the negotiators in three days' time."

"I have a request."

"You want to see her?" Roland guessed my thoughts immediately.

I nodded.

"I'm afraid there is no way to do this." Roland shook his head, "From our current standpoint...it may be difficult to get permission."

My heart sank.

The sudden declaration of war by the orc tribe will definitely have an impact on Roland's position, who has been working hard for the peace proposal. It is not surprising that she is now suspected by the queen of her loyalty to this country.

As for me, too, I might be considered a spy who had entered this country as a prisoner of war.

The upper elves in the royal palace have not yet recovered from this sudden incident. Now is the time when they are most suspicious, and if they rashly propose to meet with the envoy, it is very likely that this misunderstanding will deepen.

Roland stared at me for a while, and then said again: "The candidates for the negotiation here are still being selected, and I am going to ask His Majesty to let me join the negotiation."

"Then..." I vaguely heard what she meant.

"I'll try to ask you to come too," she said from my heart.

Is it okay——I asked her with my eyes.

"There will always be a way." Roland understood what I meant, and said seriously, "Whether you pledge your life to His Majesty as in the past, or hand over all the power, I will do it no matter what. This For now, please trust me for the time being."

"Ok."

For now, I can only leave this matter to her first.

"The next two days may be difficult, I hope you..." Roland said slowly.

"I know, I'll wait patiently and won't cause any trouble." I nodded my head swearing.

"That's it." She nodded and got up, and before she came back to her senses, she thought of something again: "Brock, if you say..."

I looked at her, waiting for her to finish.

"No, forget it, it's nothing."

She just put down the half sentence, turned and left, leaving me alone in place.

Roland...is she upset?

Storm is coming (3)

Although such a big change happened, the two days I waited in the academy were no different from before.

The events that took place in the palace and threatened the whole country with a declaration of war did not reach the students of the Academy.

Obviously, it wasn't that Roland blocked the news on purpose - if such an explosive incident had already been made public outside, no matter how capable she was, it would be impossible for her to completely block it.

I'm afraid that Saidian's upper management chose to temporarily hide this matter from the public, so as not to cause unnecessary panic.

What really made me suffer was my own anxiety.

In the past two days, I really felt what it means to live like a year.

Arsena and Angelica come over every day, but I'm not in the mood to deal with them the way I usually do.

Several times I wanted to go to Roland's office to find her to ask how things were going, but I also knew that if there was news, she would naturally find me as soon as possible, and there was no point in running over to ask about such things .

Then, in the middle of the night on the second day, I was completely awakened by a rustling sound.

Past training has made me more sensitive to unusual sounds, not to mention that I have been sleeping very lightly for the past two days.

When I opened my eyes and turned to look at the source of the sound, I was so startled that I almost yelled out.

Relying on the orc's natural night vision ability and the little moonlight shining through the window, I saw Miria standing expressionlessly beside my bed in the dim room.

My heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, and I was stunned.

At this moment, she was wearing a rather formal knight dress, with a sword around her waist, and her long hair was carefully coiled behind her head, keeping it in a state suitable for wearing a helmet.

It looked like he was about to attend a formal occasion, but also ready to go into battle at any time.

"..."

"..."

For a moment neither of us spoke.

I really want to tell myself this is a nightmare.

It's a pity that I can't be sober now.

How should I put it, if I really dreamed of such a scene, I should have woken up the moment I saw her face.

After a long time, I broke the silence: "...what are you doing?"

"Get up." She said coldly.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't ask, just get up."

"..." I didn't move.

Who will obey this unclear order?

What's more, the person who issued this order is this woman who can be called the king of trouble among all the people I have known so far.

But the next moment I saw a cold light in her eyes.

The long sword was unsheathed in an instant, nailed to my pillow, and penetrated more than three inches into the bed board.

I glanced at the blade less than ten fingers wide from my face.

To be honest, this kind of threat is impossible for me. Even if the sword is resting on my neck, I will calmly find a countermeasure.

But when I looked at her again, cold sweat broke out suddenly.

In the guy's other hand he held the crystal, the crystal that would send an electric shock from my collar.

"Get up," she repeated.

This threat is serious.

I sat up on the bed helplessly: "What the hell is wrong with you?"

None of the things this elf can do is normal.

"I told you not to talk nonsense." She pulled out her sword and retracted the scabbard, "Get up, just follow me."