I'm not that kind of orc

"Thank you for your size!" Listening to her nonsense, I couldn't help but hold my forehead.

"If you're caught like this, there's nothing you can do..." She looked at me—with that long-lost, expectant look that I really didn't want to see.

"You can use your sword to give the net to—" I didn't finish my sentence.

Dangling——without saying a word, she pierced the sword through the hole in the net and threw it to the ground.

"Accidentally...ah yes, there is also the crystal." She said, she turned the crystal out of her body again, and threw it out again.

"..." I couldn't complain anymore.

"Ahh! It's too bad! I'm going to be violated by orcs!" She began to writhe restlessly in the net bag.

"You, do you usually play like this?"

Not far away, Feilan's sluggish voice made me turn my head away.

Hanging upside down from the tree, she was looking at me with a slightly awed expression when she met me for the first time: "That, that, Mr. Bullock...?"

"Why are you using this kind of honorific all of a sudden?" I was stunned.

"Well, I can't care if you want to play like this... But this kind of thing is too exciting for me, can you let me go back first..." She stumbled and looked away , uncharacteristically begged me.

Miriya's abnormality seems to make her unable to be brave anymore.

"It's all said that she is the only pervert! I'm just a victim! You elves are really enough!" I was completely crazy.

After shouting, I squatted down and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, you..." Feilan seemed surprised by my outburst.

"Sorry, let me be quiet first." I raised my hand to signal her not to speak.

"No more? It's a little too—"

"Shut up first!" I turned my head and yelled at Miria.

However, it has no effect on this metamorphosis.

"Ah! It doesn't matter if it's a little rough..." The voice that responded to me was full of joy.

"That's enough..." I muttered, put my arms on my knees, and covered my head with my hands.

Suddenly I want to smoke...

I sighed and buried my head in my knees.

This movement drew my attention to the pipe lying at my feet.

Was it thrown here by Feilan just now?

I silently picked up the pipe, got up and walked to the tree where Feilan had just been sitting, and picked up the tobacco case and cigarette knife she had put there.

"Hey, you, what do you want to do?" Feilan's voice trembled.

I ignored her, and I filled the pipe pot with shredded tobacco, put it in my mouth, took out the match used to start the fire from my body, and lit it, and wrapped a few times around the shredded tobacco in the pipe.

"Idiot! What are you doing!" Feilan suddenly screamed.

"What's the matter? Anyway, you don't know how to smoke..." I glanced sideways at her, not knowing why her face suddenly turned red.

I held the pipe and pressed the lit tobacco with a tobacco knife, took it down and poured out a little ash, put the pipe in my mouth again, and struck a match to start the fire.

"That's not the question! You big idiot! Idiot idiot idiot..."

Ignoring Feilan's constant yelling and abuse, I found a suitable place to sit down.

There should be other elves rushing over later. Seeing this scene, maybe there is no way to misunderstand it.

Forget it, I don't care.

I took a light puff of the pipe, feeling the long-lost tobacco breath.

Then I exhaled a smoke ring melancholy, and stared blankly at the smoke ring drifting away.

Ahhh...

I really want to go home...

School life is not always beautiful, there are exams and exams (1)

That night, I sat opposite Roland in my dormitory.

I sat down in a chair dejectedly.

"Brock, you...you are too lucky. But it hasn't changed at all. Now your image has successfully changed from a ghost, animal, and demon to an ordinary sexual harasser. I didn't find that the teachers and students of the academy were against you. Are you not so afraid?" Roland said to me with a smile.

"What kind of change is this!" I scratched my hair frantically.

"That's enough, Roland..." I let out a long breath with a headache, eased my tone, and lowered my head, "I'm tired, so I give up."

"What?" She was taken aback.

"I said I don't want to assist your plan anymore, let me go back." I raised my head again and said solemnly.

"Eh?" Roland was suddenly thrown into disarray by my change of attitude, and his calmness just now disappeared completely, "Didn't you agree to work hard for the peace between the two clans? That... your clan But it’s going to be a catastrophe!”

Very well, that's the response I want - I muttered silently in my heart.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. If you continue like this, you don't know if you want to change the image of the orcs. It will be the year of the monkey. Maybe something will happen first, so that the war proposal against our tribe will be passed first. Let me go back. Well, instead of doing such useless work here, I might as well go back and fight to the death to protect the tribe." I continued my self-defeating speech while observing Roland's reaction.

Granted, I was a little disheartened at one point by going through all the drama over and over again, but I'm not exactly that small.

In the final analysis, it is because that concept is too deep-rooted.The same is true of hearing rumors, people will be more inclined to believe what they are more willing to believe, the impression they have in the past, it is the so-called "good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles", this is the root of my hard work reason.

Of course, I don't think that Roland will let me go back. I just want to bargain through this matter to get some benefits and treatment, such as allowing me to use messenger animals to communicate with tribes with censored letters.

Otherwise, it would be really hard to live in this crappy place.

"This...it's impossible to let you go back, even if I was the one who brought you here, I don't have the authority..." Roland thought seriously with a distressed look on his face.

Ok, now, the condition can be thrown.

"Then at least..."

"After all, Brock, you are a prisoner of war, a prisoner of war." At this moment, she suddenly changed her tone and interrupted me.

"Huh?" This sentence caught me off guard.

"I said Brock." That elegant and calm smile appeared on her face again, "Have you forgotten your identity? Come on, think about it, you were captured alive by the troops I led on the battlefield Prisoner of war, isn't it so?"

"Well...that's right..."

"Then answer me, how does your tribe treat prisoners of war?"

"Uh, arrest and interrogate first."

"I also interrogated you, and you kept silent at that time. If the prisoners of war reacted like this during your interrogation, what would you do?"

"Severe, severe torture..." I hesitated to answer.

"What if you still refuse to cooperate?"

"Beat me one more time, until I am served..."

"Then your so-called torture, compared with the electric shock you usually suffer because of a misunderstanding, which one do you think is more severe?"

"Our torture methods are even more terrifying..." I shrank my head.

The bodies of orcs are far stronger than elves and humans, so the torture and punishment items we have developed for criminals and prisoners of war are also very terrible. Compared with those tortures, the electric shocks issued by this collar are no different from tickling.

"And then? How will you treat the prisoners of war after the interrogation?"

"Put in custody... If you are willing to undertake hard labor, you will be given the same treatment as ordinary detainees."

"What if you didn't cooperate with the interrogation and didn't undertake hard labor?"

"Then, then only the minimum treatment will be given..." The more I said, the more confident I became, and I didn't dare to look at her directly.

Through these decades of contact with human countries and the development of each tribe's own cultural concepts, the attitude of the orc tribes towards prisoners of war is generally not as barbaric as in the past, but it is unified with the alliance countries that claim to represent the civilized world Compared with the legal system of war, it is still not so humane.

"Then may I ask..." Roland narrowed his eyes and continued to ask, "What is the so-called minimum treatment, specifically? How is the food? Can you receive the same food as students in the cafeteria like you?" ?”

"No... just bread and water every day..."

"What about the movement restrictions? Can you move around as large as the academy like you, Brock, and even go hunting in the woods by yourself?"

"No, you must always be kept in a cell..."

"Is the condition of the cell as good as this dormitory?"

"No..." My voice was getting weaker and weaker.

The prison cells of the orc tribe only had a wooden bed at most, and those in poorer conditions didn't even have a bed, only a stack of straw.

"Can you get an education in an institution of higher learning for free like you?"

"cannot……"

"Can you get an unlimited supply of elf girls like you?"

"Can't... wait, what the hell kind of question is this?"

School life is not always beautiful, there are exams and exams (2)

"Is there something wrong? Bullock, you are basically surrounded by beautiful elf girls, right? If you like mature models, there are teachers. This is the rose-colored campus life that countless people dream of." Roland faced I wag my fingers.

"The life I have lived here is clearly blood red!"

"It's all red, Bullock." She reminded calmly.

"The meaning is different!"

"But didn't you just get along with my sister very happily this morning?" She said as she took out a projection crystal, which reflected the scene at that time and fixed it on the picture of Feilan holding my arm tightly, "Look, They're still holding arms, it's very intimate, isn't it?"

"You've been watching..." I didn't bother to argue, anyway, this guy must know the whole story, and he just used this to tease me.

"This reaction is really boring." She withdrew the projection with a little disappointment, "I said you should also try to enjoy this kind of campus life, wouldn't you?"

"I'd be a masochist if I could enjoy it..."

"What I mean is, take the initiative to participate in the life corresponding to the student's identity, for example, how about joining a club? After the story of you hanging up Feilan and Miruiya in the grove in the morning spread, The members of the clubs that invited you before almost smashed the threshold of my office. Everyone is lying on my desk with bright eyes to petition, asking me to approve you to join, Brock Oh, their club. Look, aren't you very popular?"

"What's so fun about being entangled by perverts?"