I'm not that kind of orc

"Didn't you pay back yesterday... did you stay with us all day?" Angelica glanced at her expressionlessly.

"It's just too boring to be alone!" Feilan patted her on the head.

"It's okay, I'll stay here." Arsena said and was about to sit on the chair beside the bed.

"You will definitely disturb Brock." Angelica held her in time, and then she was about to go outside: "Okay, let's go."

In the end, led by Angelica, they finally left one by one.

After the tent was empty, Roland and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I pulled back the quilt and met Roland who raised his face inside.

"You, don't press it so tightly, okay, I'm about to be suffocated by you!" Roland's face was already soaked in sweat, and his forehead hair stuck to his face.

"It's not your fault!" I glared at her.

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted again unexpectedly—this time, the visitor didn't even make any footsteps!

Shocked, I quickly covered the quilt tightly again and looked up, only to see Angelica enter the tent with a blank expression.

Why did this girl come back again!

"An, Angelica, why are you back again? Did you drop something?" I felt the corners of my mouth almost twitching.

"Brock is still a patient, so I didn't directly expose it just now." Angelica who walked in looked at me coldly, "Now tell me the truth, who is that woman under the quilt?"

A fool doesn't catch a cold (3)

When Angelica asked this sentence, I felt the hairs all over my body stand on end.

"Why, how could it be!" I pretended to smile calmly, and habitually raised my hand to pat my knee.

...It ended up being slapped on Roland's butt through the quilt.

Ah, this thing is still lying on my lap.

Roland shook slightly.

Damn it, why didn't you just shoot it directly and why did you react so much?

"The quilt has moved." This movement did not escape Angelica's eyes.

"It's my leg... It's just a twitch just now, after all, it's been lying down for two days..." I quickly explained.

"Don't deny it, I smell a woman." As a result, Angelica immediately cut off my thoughts of trying to fool the past, "And don't lie to me, I can tell."

Ah, before Arsena hid in my room, she found out directly with her nose... and she can also observe the other party's pupils to judge whether the other party is lying.

No way, this girl is too tricky...

"Well, you may not believe it, but it was actually Roland who made the move first." Finally, I made up my mind and lifted the quilt openly, and to be honest, "She was the one who crawled over in this undressed form to make trouble. "

"Not only did the disease just happen to force others to push, but in the end they blamed others for their faults." Angelica raised her wolf-like paws at me with a cold expression, "Brock, death penalty!"

No, it doesn't make any sense to admit it honestly——I thought so after rehearsing the above scene in my head.

As far as Roland's elegant image is usually, no matter how you look at it, the pot will be perfectly pinned on me in the end.

And Angelica's current state can't be said to be very friendly. Just looking at those murderous eyes, my survival instinct began to sound the alarm.

Anyone is welcome, come and tell me to lie on the bed well, and there is a disheveled female elf hiding in the quilt for no reason. How can I explain this situation so that I won't be killed!Please, hurry up!

"Actually, this thing grows out of the quilt by itself." I lifted the quilt and said solemnly, "After all, people will grow inside the quilt after a long time. This is common sense."

"Brock, death penalty!" Angelica showed her claws.

This doesn't work at all...

"Come on, Angelica, I'll show you a transformation." I adjusted the atmosphere with a smile on my face, and then lifted the quilt.

"Brock, the death penalty!" Angelica also smiled "kindly" and showed her paws at me.

... Damn it, no matter how you rehearse the ending in your mind, isn't it a death sentence! ?

"Don't worry, I'll wait until Bullock's disease is completely cured after catching the bags before dealing with this matter." Angelica turned her head towards me.

There is no element of reassurance at all, isn't it just waiting to be executed in fear after being caught?And you're already full of killing intent, aren't you?

Although she hasn't grown animal ears and claws, her tone of voice is completely transformed now, and her mature voice sounds full of courage.

I froze completely in place, sweating profusely.

"Okay, don't struggle anymore, it's useless to delay." After a period of confrontation, Angelica finally couldn't wait anymore, she came straight over and grabbed the quilt at the end of the bed and threw it off forcefully.

"Wait—" I didn't have time to stop it.

Ah, now, it's dead!

I felt hopeless.

The quilt was completely lifted, and the scene was suddenly silent.

Then, Angelica was stunned: "Huh?"

Not only her, but even I was stunned on the spot.

Roland disappeared.

No, it might be a little imprecise to say that.

I can clearly feel the touch of Roland still pressing on me, but neither Angelica nor I can see her.

It's a spell of invisibility—it suddenly dawned on me.

After Angelica returned to the carbine, Roland secretly cast an invisibility spell inside, directly hiding his figure.

"Hey, it obviously has a smell." The conflict between the scene in front of her and the smell threw Angelica into complete confusion.

Fortunately, she was confused. If it were a wolf who hunted by instinct, she would probably pounce on her at this time.

She looked at me, then at the quilt, turned the quilt over and over again, sniffed it with her nose, and her expression became more serious: "It's strange, the smell is really new."

At the same time, Roland also began to quietly move towards the bed while taking advantage of this gap.

Damn it, even if you don't want to make a sound, don't move close to me!Do you know where your chest is rubbed against!

I tried my best to transfer my consciousness from the soft touch that rubbed past my body to other places, but I was still shocked by Roland's movements.

"Brock, what are you shaking?" Angelica looked over.

"Yes, it's a little cold." I said casually.

This is not a lie, anyone would feel cold when the quilt was lifted suddenly.

"Ah, not good!" Angelica, who suddenly realized that I had just recovered from a serious illness, hurriedly put the quilt back on me.

Fortunately, Roland had managed to get out of the bed at this time, and there was no abnormality when the quilt was put on me again.

"Do you see that there is nothing here? Maybe it's because the quilt was brought over and changed by someone, so it retains the smell of others." I quickly explained in a timely manner.

"Brock, why don't you look at me and talk." Angelica asked while staring at me.

After all, if I look at you, I will see through the lie immediately...

"Is that true... It's terrible to smell Bullock mixed with other women's scents in the quilt." Angelica pouted as she said.

What you said is really bad...

At this moment, Angelica sniffled alertly again: "No, it feels like that person's smell is stronger."

Too bad, the smell became more obvious after Roland came out of the quilt!

Angelica sniffed and moved to the edge of the bed, then squatted down and began to trace the source of the smell.

The more I watched, the more frightened I became. Although I don't know where Roland has moved to, he is definitely still in a corner of this tent. If this continues, he will be traced to the source of the smell sooner or later.

"Anjielica!" In desperation, I reached out and grabbed Angelica's shoulder.

"Eh? What's the matter?" She raised her head in doubt.

"I'm suddenly hungry, can you help me make something to eat, I want to eat that stew you made now! Yes, it's your hometown dish." I hurriedly thought of an excuse to distract her attention.

"...Do you want to eat that?" She blinked.

"Yes, that's right! I want to eat it now! I want to eat it right away! I don't want to eat anything but the one you made!" I nodded vigorously.

I was worried that she would observe whether I was lying, but she stood up with a bright expression: "Okay, then I will do it for you, you wait here."

"Trouble you!" I wiped my sweat while she was turning around.

After Angelica excitedly left the tent and ran away...

"Huh!" I and another voice in the corner let out a sigh of relief at the same time.

A fool doesn't catch a cold (4)

"Hey, let you play around!" I glared at the corner where the movement came from, "I almost died playing with you!"

"..." There was no sound on the other side.

"Why don't you speak?" I frowned suspiciously.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that someone touched my forehead like a superficial touch, and then Roland's teasing voice sounded in front of me: "Brock, you are unexpectedly bold to drag him into the bed without saying a word." , I’ve lived for more than 200 years, and this is the first time a man has done something like this to me.”

"It feels like you're having a good time, don't you?" I felt the veins on my forehead start to twitch again.

This bitch is really... Just now, our two reputations were ruined by accident.

"Seeing that you are so energetic, you probably don't need to continue to take care of it."

"I'm scared of you if you have the energy! As long as you don't take care of it." I replied angrily, pointing at the curtain of the tent, "Okay, get out of here quickly."

"Do you drive people away when you run out, Brock, you really..."

"Hurry up, hurry up, get out, go!" I paused every word.

It feels like the risk of having an accident with this guy is going to skyrocket.

"Okay, then I'll go first." Roland walked out in stealth like this, the curtain seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and I didn't see her figure until the moment I stepped out of the curtain.

This guy, who obviously almost got rid of it, is still this easy-going virtue, doesn't he know how to be ashamed at all...

I inadvertently glanced at the side of the bed, and suddenly noticed the skirt that had fallen by the side of the bed.