I'm not that kind of orc

"If you don't help me, what are you doing standing here?"

"The only ones who said they would help you are the three of them. I just have nothing to do and I'm just looking around here." Feilan pointed to Angelica, Princess Alisa and Arsena next to her, and then He folded his hands, and raised his chest to me proudly, "Hmph, but, if you beg me more seriously, it's not like I can't teach you..."

"No, wait a minute!" I suddenly thought of another point, and punched my palm, "Actually, just listen to the usage method from over there and then repeat it."

In this case, it is not necessary to ask her to teach, as long as she has a little understanding of spells.

I immediately shifted my gaze to Princess Alyssa, and just as I was about to speak, Feilan suddenly glared over nervously: "Hi!"

"Huh? What's the matter?" I looked at her inexplicably.

"You are really..." She gritted her teeth at me for a while, and then shouted, "Okay, why don't I teach you!"

Wasn't this guy not very willing just now?

But forget it, if she is willing to teach, the problem will be solved.

"Teach me a little more carefully, we have never used this type of magic props before." I reminded her.

"You want me to teach you?" Feilan suddenly blushed again, and pointed at me, "You, you, don't push yourself."

I don't think I said that...

"...It's so fucking good to be young." I suddenly heard an old shaman sigh softly behind me.

After being guided by someone, the work was finally able to continue. Many shamans quickly learned how to use props after several attempts.We simply began to practice on the eroded land of the Shouya clan. The magic tools made by the elves were indeed quite useful, and we purified dozens of acres of land in just half a day.

"Well, it's amazing. With this efficiency, within three months after returning, the tribe's settlement can be completely restored." A shaman from the Luefeng clan nodded at the scroll in his hand.

"It's so exquisite... how did you do it?" Another shaman picked up the crystal and squinted his eyes to look at it, becoming very interested in the craftsmanship of the elves.

This is probably the first time they have come into contact with the culture and technical level of elves, and they are full of curiosity about it.

The time has turned to noon, and I think the progress of the work is almost done. I put away the scroll props in my hand and prepare to go to the dining hall for dinner.

At this time, I suddenly heard someone calling me from a distance: "Lord Brock!"

I turned my head following the sound and saw Tilawa waving at me, holding a basket in his hand.

"It's you." I walked over there, "What's the matter? Is Igna looking for me?"

"Ah, no." She shook her head with a smile. "I heard from Lady Igna that Lord Brock is here to help us purify the land, so..." She paused for a moment, and lowered her head shyly. Eye.

"so?"

"So I made some food and brought it here for you. I wonder if you would like to try it." She raised the food basket in her hand to me.

Man is iron, rice is steel (2)

"Give it to me? Thank you..." I was a little surprised. Just as I reached out to take the dining basket, I suddenly felt someone tug on the back of my clothes.

As soon as I turned around, another basket was pushed onto me.

"Brock, here you are!" Angelica holding the food basket had a cold expression.

"this is?"

"I borrowed the kitchen here to cook some local dishes and eat them!" She looked up at me and said word by word... No, it should be said to be an order.

"oh oh."

I could only respond, because Angelica's eyes were as cold as her expression, which made me feel like she would pounce on me and bite me if I said no.

"...Girl, are the things you cook edible?" Feilan folded her arms and looked at her. "I used to see your skill in making sweet pies, so I couldn't look straight at you." She glanced at it with some concern. Glancing at Tilawa, she lowered her voice a little, "You really won't be compared?"

"I'm... still very good at cooking." Angelica squinted her eyes in dissatisfaction, and added, "It should be better than your cooking."

"Just you?" Feilan, who was provoked in turn, frowned immediately, and walked towards Angelica to give me the food basket, "Tch, let me have a taste."

"This is for Brock." Angelica stopped her, "And you must be able to say no matter what... it's not as delicious as your cooking."

"Tsk." Feilan smacked the stone unhappily, then shifted her gaze to me, seemed to be struggling for a moment, turned around and took her own lunch box, then glared at me who was carrying two lunch baskets and said: "Hello!"

"Ok?"

"Give me this!" She took out a large piece of stuffed unleavened cake from her lunch box, and forced it into the dining basket on one of my hands, "Then tell them about Miss Ben's craftsmanship How can you blow them up!"

This girl really likes to save face in inexplicable places as always...

"Everyone actually gave Mr. Bullock something to eat? Then I'll share some too." Alsena also looked happy to join in the fun, taking out sliced ​​raw ham and fried bird from her lunch box The meat was sent to my basket, "Although I didn't make it, please also invite Mr. Bullock to taste my favorite food, ah, I still have table wine, let's drink together."

She brought out another ice bucket with a wine bottle in it.

Now the food basket in my hand is full of food.

I glimpsed Tilawa on the side staring blankly at this scene, and blinked.

At this moment, Angelica sniffled suddenly, and looked at Princess Alyssa who was standing a few steps away—I don’t know why Princess Alyssa stood there alone, with her hands behind her back, and her eyes fell on mine. On the full dining basket, he seemed hesitant to speak.

"Alyssa seems to have made something for you." Angelica suddenly raised her finger to Princess Alyssa.

Surprise flashed across Princess Alisa's face, and then she smiled desolately and shook her head: "It's better...forget it. If you force too many things, it will embarrass Classmate Brock."

"What did you do?" I asked, looking at her.

"Eh? It's a baked cake filled with honey..." Princess Alisa replied in a daze.

"Give it to me? That's great, I just thought it would be great if I had another dessert." I nodded happily from the bottom of my heart, "The desserts made by Your Highness are truly unique."

"Hey, no, won't it be too much?" Princess Alisa took the food basket hidden behind her to her body and looked at me carefully.

"A lot?" I looked at the things in my two hands and the cake in her hand, "Oh, that's right, this should be enough to fill you up to [-]%. It's enough, and it's not good to eat too much. "

Princess Alisa froze for a moment, then laughed softly.

"What are you laughing at?" I was confused.

"It's nothing." Princess Alisa shook her head with a smile on her face, and then came to me and lifted the food basket: "Student Bullock, this is for you to eat."

"Thank you, but I'm sorry I don't have it in hand right now, can you help me get it first?"

I don't have three hands, so if I hand them over like this, I'm afraid they can only hang on my fangs.

"Hey, you...you're really an idiot..." The corners of Feilan's mouth twitched, "I might not be able to finish these things in two days."

"No, it's because you elves have too little food."

When I was in the academy, before I was allowed to hunt, I always felt that my stomach was empty and uncomfortably empty, just eating the dishes allocated in the cafeteria of the academy.

"Teacher, why do I feel as if I have been fed by something before I have eaten anything?" A little far away, a young shaman looking at this side said to the old shaman beside him.

"Just get used to it." The old shaman patted him on the shoulder earnestly. "One day you will have it too. Go and have a good meal first."

"Master Bullock, you and these sisters..." Tilawa looked at the crowd present, and added after noticing Angelica, "And this little sister..."

"I'm older than you!" Angelica gave her a cold look.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Tilawa apologized hastily, "Well, what is the relationship between Master Brock and these sisters?"

At this time, I suddenly trembled all over, immediately put down the food basket in my hand, rushed to Angelica, and covered her mouth with my hand.

"It's the body that's being looked at—uh!" I cut off the sentence that would have saved me forever.

"Have you finished this little trumpet?" I shook her.

Hmph, how could I slip in the same pit again after falling once?

"I always feel that you two are very close." Tilawa nodded her lips and whispered, "I'm a little...envious."

"How can you tell that you are close, I advise you to wash your eyes or heal your brain!" Feilan snorted, "This bastard orc has been taking advantage of me and eating my tofu all this time. I want to kill him already. For a long time!"

"Ehhh?" Tilawa was stunned.

"Hey, don't label me indiscriminately!" I was caught off guard by the unexpected attack.

"If you have to say it, I can be regarded as a follower of Mr. Bullock. I admire him very much." Arsena puffed up her chest as she spoke, as if she was quite proud of this matter.

"Lord Brock... Are you the same as me?" Tilawa blinked at her.

"No, I admire Mr. Bullock much more than you. I can even be regarded as Mr. Bullock's dog. I will do whatever he asks me to do!" Arsena suddenly got stuck in this regard. strength.

Tilawa's eyes widened.

Please shut up a few of you! !

Didn't you really come to blackmail me on purpose?

"Could it be...the rumors are true?" Tilawa murmured in shock.

"What rumor?" I immediately became alert.

"There are rumors that Lord Bullock only likes elves and humans, and doesn't like orc girls..." Tilawa replied cautiously, eyes flickering.

"No, I like orc women too!!" I blurted out without thinking.

"Yes, is that so?" Tilawa's expression lit up again, and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had settled down.

"Tch, scumbag!"

I heard Feilan muttering in dissatisfaction.

Man is iron, rice is steel (3)

Finally, Princess Alyssa suggested that everyone sit and eat together, took out a huge tablecloth and spread it out on the lawn, so that everyone could sit there and eat, and she also invited Tilawa to join them.

And I just sat there and wiped out everyone who stuffed me with food, and finally touched my belly in satisfaction.

Well, it's not bad, and it's rare to be able to eat so full.

"It's actually finished..." Feilan, who was carrying her own lunch box, stared at me in surprise, holding half of a homemade pancake in her hand, "And she was the first to finish it."

"Father is also good at eating, but he doesn't eat as much as Master Bullock." Tilawa sat neatly on the tablecloth and said with a smile, "But I have seen Lord Chief deal with a roast hoofed ox alone. What about the hind legs?"

"Hoof hoof? I remember seeing it on the airship..." Arsena recalled thoughtfully.

"Actually, there are some here too. Guests, please look over there." Tilawa pointed in one direction.

Arsena looked over, and there were a few orcs driving a group of hoof oxen towards the outside of the tribe.

"Those are hoof oxen, domesticated in the six major tribes, and they are our important source of food and leather." Tilawa explained.

"It's so big..." Angelica murmured in surprise, "compared to this, an ordinary cow is like a calf."

When I looked down from a high place on the airship before, I couldn't judge the size of the thing clearly. Now I sit on the ground and watch it, with the orc shepherd as a reference, and I can really feel the size of the hooves. How big is the cow.