I'm not that kind of orc

I took it reflexively, and then looked at her in a daze: "What is this for?"

"This crystal, as long as it is injected with magic power... that is, the fire of life can be activated." Roland said irrelevantly, then turned to Miriah in front of him, raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "Okay, Miriam, Now, you've become a brook slave

slaved. "

"Orc's...slave?" Miriam muttered to herself, touching the collar around her neck.

Then her eyes lit up, and I was terrified to see it.

"Ah, this is so...exciting." Her face began to flush.

I widened my eyes to look at the crystal in my hand, and suddenly felt that it was a bit hot.

"Okay, you guys go out and play by yourself now, I'm going to rest." Roland showed a look of completion, and walked over to push my back.

"Hey wait!"

Don't push all the troubles on me!

When I was about to be pushed to the door, I reacted and wanted to stop, but Roland suddenly poked my back with his finger.

This poking doesn't matter, the key is that there is an electric current that hits the place where the finger touched, with a tingling pain, which made me take a big step forward involuntarily, and just like that, I left the room.

This bitch actually used spells to drive people away...

Immediately afterwards, Miria, who had a joyful face, was also pushed out.

"I wish you two have a good time." Roland who was standing at the door smiled slightly and closed the door.

Leaving Miria and I staring at the door.

Miria's eyes were shining, her face was full of anticipation, her face was flushed, her breathing was short of breath, and she almost looked like she was drooling.

And my cheeks twitched slightly.

This kind of clear form is really familiar.

"Being collared, I can't resist at all..." she said, staring at me fascinated.

"..."

"Have you been caught?!"

"..."

This line is really fucking familiar...

It might never happen to me again—but I swear I won't miss it.

I look at the crystal in my hand.

Remember to say that it can be activated by injecting the fire of life.

I injected the life fire into the crystal as Roland said, and the crystal slowly turned red.

Then I stared at Miria: "Raise your left hand."

As soon as the words were finished, Miriah raised her hand according to my words.

"Ah, this feeling that my body no longer belongs to me..." She looked more and more excited.

From this reaction, it seems that this thing is really useful.

Miriya stared at me closely, obviously anticipating my next move.

Slowly, I realized that although the pervert in front of me was troublesome as usual, the situation was not as bad as before.

But right now, you still have to stabilize her first.

I took a deep breath to calm my mind: "...take me to the room assigned to me first."

"Where can we continue?" Miria blinked her eyes twice.

I suppressed the urge to curse out loud, and nodded sullenly: "Well, go to my room first. Then I will give you an order that will make you scream out loud on the spot."

"Screamed out on the spot..." Her body trembled slightly, as if she was rehearsing all kinds of humiliating and insulting scenes in her mind, "If you are controlled by the magic item, there is nothing you can do... you can only , I will do what you say." She said coyly.

Afterwards, after she took me to the room where her subordinates had prepared to accommodate me temporarily, the first order I gave was to forbid her to set foot in my room.

Indecisive coin toss (3)

Late at night, I was sitting in a single log cabin in the garrison area, feeling bored.

This is a simple room, with only a bed, a table and chairs, a spar lamp hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by moths chasing the light, and the light shadows of insect wings flickering on the wooden wall.

The dinner allotted to me was still on the table, and I lost my appetite after only a few mouthfuls.

Countless voices mingled in his mind, past and recent, all mixed together.

"Brock... I should have died an honorable death with you, sorry."

"Now is the time for you to return and fight for your tribe."

"Then Brock, come back."

"I heard that you may...maybe...go back to your tribe."

"Then... it's an agreement, I must come back."

"Please at least give me a chance to say goodbye..."

……

"Follow your own inner thoughts." Roland's voice, which came out of the chaos by chance, still rings in my ears.

It's so easy to say...

It is precisely because of the indecision in the heart that you will be confused.

Gradually, I found that this so-called one night's thinking time was meaningless at all, and the more I thought about it, the more it would only make me more disturbed.

The sudden knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

Normally, the only people who would come to this room would be the elf guards who came to deliver messages or deliver meals. However, the sound of knocking on the door was completely different from the guards who delivered meals just now. The little ripples on the water surface are easy to miss if you don't prick your ears.

Then, just two seconds later, the knocking sound changed again. The people outside knocked on the door as if they were banging on it, and finally kicked it impatiently.

It felt like two people with completely different personalities were standing outside the door.

Without thinking, I got up and went to open the door.

The garrison work here is in charge of Miria's subordinates. Although there is no one guarding outside the house, there must be someone on a nearby sentry post or in the canopy who is in charge of monitoring the place. Anyone who can walk here and knock on the door will not be stopped. , shouldn't be someone suspicious.

The door opened, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared in front of them.

"You two..." I was a little surprised.

It's Feilan and Angelica.

The faces of the two are not very good, but they are different.Angelica's face was filled with tears, her brows were wrinkled together, as if she had just been beaten on the ground by a group of people, and she ran over aggrieved for comfort.

As for Feilan, she stood there with her hands folded, her face as if she came to collect debts—although she always put on a bad face at me, she never looked so serious like today.There was genuine sullenness in those eyes, which made her exude a different aura than before.

Before I could speak, Angelica suddenly jumped up and stabbed me headfirst.

"What, what's wrong?" I was taken aback.

But Angelica didn't immediately respond to my words, she just grabbed the fabric on my clothes with her little hands and buried her face even tighter.

"Are you going to just slip away without saying a word? You bastard is really kind!" Feilan was trembling with anger when she opened her mouth, her eyes were so fierce that she seemed to stare at me to death.

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that they already knew that I might be leaving here.

As for where they got it from, it's easy to guess. They came here with Arsena, and they should be placed with Arsena.

It was normal for Arsena, who had attended the meeting, to tell them about it after she went back. In Arsena's view, they had the right to know.

"I don't want you to go!" Angelica, who buried her face in my clothes, shouted hoarsely, her voice tinged with tears.

The sound seemed to tear at my heart violently, making me feel a burst of pain.

Angelica really just started crying, her shoulders trembled with her sobs.

I've seen her cry more than once, but this time alone, I don't know how to comfort her.

Because I was the one who made her cry this time.

"You said you would come back! Liar! Big liar! You promised!" Angelica cried hysterically.

If I choose to leave with Igna tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to meet again—even if I can meet again, as Roland said, it will only be worse than not seeing each other again.

The promise that was once given to her is now pale and feeble like a dead leaf, which will turn into crumbs just by rubbing it lightly.

I felt a lump in my throat, and I couldn't speak a word. Hearing her cry so loudly was really worse than being beaten by her.

"That's enough, girl! Don't make it so ugly." Feilan finally became impatient after watching this scene coldly, and reached out to pull Angelica's collar, trying to tear her away from me, "Anyway, this The bastard only thinks about himself, and doesn't care about others." She said and gave me a cold look.

For the first time, I flinched from her fierce eyes.

Angelica was pulled away a little by her, but her hands were still tightly grasped on my clothes. In the end, Feilan had to forcefully wrap one hand around her neck, and stretch out the other hand to break off my clothes one by one. opened her fingers.

But Angelica grabbed my arm instead.

"Hey, you're enough!" Feilan frowned in anger.

"If you don't come back...then take me with you...you can go anywhere...uh..." Angelica grabbed my arm tightly, lowered her face like a child throwing a tantrum, crying uncontrollably.

"Stop messing around!" Feilan pulled her back, even pulling my arm.

I don't know if it was a little exhausted from crying, Angelica's fingers loosened a little and started to slip off my arm.

Then I suddenly felt a piercing pain on the skin - Angelica's fingertips stretched out claws, drawing several bloodstains on my arm, this was her last struggle.

Feilan finally pulled the crying Angelica back to her side. She didn't look at Angelica who kept wiping away her tears, and aimed her knife-like eyes at me.

"Go to hell, scum!" She suddenly grabbed a bulging little cloth bag and threw it at my face.

I subconsciously raised my hand to cover my face, the bag hit my wrist and fell to the floor.

"I have bullied Miss Ben so many times and said to run away... If you want to get out, get out sooner!" She gritted her teeth and muttered this sentence, and then yelled fiercely, like a wolf whose tail has been stepped on and bared its teeth. , "Anyway, I don't intend to say anything, but what are you doing here for another day with such a face? Ah? Hurry up and disappear for Miss Ben, don't let me see you again!"

After she finished speaking, she angrily dragged Angelika away without looking back.

I stood where I was, watching their figures disappear into the night, and then bent down to pick up the cloth bag from the ground.

The cloth bag has an elegant aroma, and the mouth of the bag is still tightly tied with straw knotted ropes, but because the outer seam is very thin, a big hole has been broken at the bottom after being thrown and dropped just now, and the ground Spices and herbs leak out of it.