I'm not that kind of orc

Fake Parents (1)

"Roland!!" I grabbed Quirrell who had put on his clothes again with one hand, and rushed into the room where Roland worked.

Roland, who was studying spells at the table, was startled by my loud voice, and the scroll spread on the table suddenly burst into flames.

Roland immediately waved his finger, and used spells to control the water in the flask next to it to flow out of the mouth and draw an arc, extinguishing the flames.After successfully extinguishing the fire, she raised her face and looked over helplessly: "Brock, can you knock on the door first when you enter?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but this matter is really important!" I panted nervously, picked up Quirrell in my arm and put it on the stool beside me, then looked at Roland seriously and said, "Speak You may not believe it, this brat is very good... Suddenly he turned into a woman!"

Quirrell, who sat on the stool, shrank his feet to the stool as soon as he saw Roland as an elf, with a look of vigilance on his face.

It's really weird... Whether I picked him up in the forest or caught him while he was asleep, washed him and changed his clothes, I clearly remembered that this little devil was in charge.

But just now, when I was about to bathe this brat, I was surprised to find that...the gender is different.

At that moment, I was so frightened that my heart almost stopped suddenly. I immediately asked him (her) to put on his clothes again, and rushed to Roland for help immediately.

But after hearing what I said, Roland just blinked his eyes indifferently, and then suddenly laughed: "Oh, did you find it while bathing this child?"

Her unexpectedly calm reaction made me stunned for a moment, and it took me a few seconds to gradually react: "Could it be that you... knew that this kind of thing would happen?"

"It's expected, after all, there are some cases of sex reversal among artificial humans." Roland said lightly, tilting his head, "Huh? Didn't I tell you?"

"Not at all, didn't mention a word, okay!!" I shouted loudly, so loud that Roland covered his ears.

"I mentioned to you that compared with the normal original version, artificial humans have certain defects, including the difficulty in growing their bodies. Remember." Roland explained to me, "Actually, that's just one of them. In addition, artificial humans... Strictly speaking, they are genderless. They have no fertility, and their physical sexual characteristics are very unstable. In extreme cases like this child, which is additionally fused with other creatures, intermittent It is also reasonable to change the sex characteristics of the child. Don't worry, let it go for a while, this child should change back."

"Hey, you should have told me about such an important matter earlier!" I couldn't help complaining.

"Is it important? Compared with the threat of this child being able to become a synthetic beast and some other more serious flaws, the small matter of sex change is not important at all. Whether the child's appearance is a boy or a girl, take good care of it The focus of this child should remain the same, isn't it?" Roland shrugged irrelevantly, with a teasing smile on his face again, "You should temporarily change from raising a son to a daughter, right? Is it good?"

"The key point has not changed, but the process must be combined with the actual situation. It's strange to let me take care of such an elf girl doll, he...she can't even take a bath!" I turned towards a Quirrell, who still didn't understand what happened, spread his hands.

This kid's self-care ability is only at the level of a baby, and coupled with the threat of becoming a synthetic beast, it is inevitable to keep close monitoring and care.With a boy doll, I can handle it with my own experience, but with a girl doll, I really don't have the confidence to handle everything well.

More importantly, in case there are strange rumors similar to the ones that I would not let go of a ten-year-old girl in this kind of people's chattering place-although I have long been aware of those weird rumors that have come out of me. I have become so used to it that I am numb, but this kind of level that can make people irreversible is still not sensitive.

"That's why I suggested that you find someone to help. Didn't you find it?" Roland asked with a teasing smile, "If it wasn't for this kid who hates elves, I really wouldn't mind taking the kid with you."

"No..." I glanced at Quirrell who was sitting securely on the chair, and sighed.

"It's good to find a woman who is not an elf, don't you have a suitable candidate?" Roland reminded me.

"I have asked the Queen for help, but this brat's intuition is like that of animals, and he seems quite afraid of dragons. Seeing her is like a mouse seeing a cat." I shook my head.

"There should be someone else besides her." Roland said again.

"Alsena?" I shook my head again, "Isn't it possible? Now she has to take care of everything in the entire fortress, not only to suppress the rebellion but also to relieve the refugees in her own territory. She is simply too busy now. Why? Can you trouble her with this trivial matter?"

"No, I'm talking about Tilawa, aren't you going to ask her to try it?" Roland pointed at me and said with a serious tone.

It's not like I haven't thought about Tilawa's words, but...

"But Tilawa has been hurt by this guy before." I scratched my head, "And even if she doesn't mind this kind of thing, it always feels a bit wrong to let two orcs bring an elf kid. Although this kid is right There is no sense of identity with elves, but she is still an elf after all, and she will live as an elf in the future, and it will be bad if she is too much influenced by other races."

"As an educator, I don't agree with your idea. Although innate conditions cannot be chosen, the right to decide how a person lives is always in the hands of the person concerned. On the contrary, I think that racial differences are It's not a big problem here, you see." Roland suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and at the same time raised his chin to gesture to my side.

I looked in the direction she indicated and froze for a moment.

Quirrell, who was sitting quietly on the stool next to me, reached out and grabbed the fabric of my trousers naturally, just like ordinary children grab the hem of their parents' clothes.When I looked down, she also raised her head and looked at me with wide eyes, without saying a word, just watching quietly.

"It can be seen that this child has already established a little trust in you, even if you are an orc." Roland said with a smile.

Quirrell's eyes were like the surface of a lake on a moonlit night, peaceful and serene. When he looked at me, he didn't show the slightest hostility or tension.

Racial differences are not a problem...

Well, go ask Tilawa to give it a try.

Fake Parents (2)

I found Tilawa, told her the ins and outs of the matter, and asked her if she would help.

At first, I was worried that this request would embarrass her a bit. After all, she was injured by Quirrell's claw yesterday, although Quirrell was in a state of being manipulated by the enemy at that time.

"Take care of the children, eh... I have taken care of my little nephew when I was in the tribe, so it should be no problem." As a result, Tilawa agreed very readily.

Then she took Quirrell from me and led her to her room to bathe.

It’s also because of her good temper, I changed it... Well, I’m probably the same. Back when I was unarmed and didn’t know any spells, it didn’t bother me to be gnawed up and down by the berserk Angelica. As an orc who has participated in hunting all year round, it is commonplace to suffer such injuries.

After about a quarter of an hour, Tilawa opened the door and pushed Quirrell out: "Okay, Master Brock, it's done."

"It's really troublesome for you," I looked down at Qi Luo, the little devil's hair is half wet now, probably because she has hardly washed her body with water like this, she doesn't seem to be very used to this state, she shakes her head from time to time , seems to want to use this action to dry the hair.

For Tilawa who is an orc, she didn't show much resistance. It seems that the only thing she hates subjectively is the elves who left her a psychological shadow.

"Then, let this child sleep with me today." Tilawa said suddenly, "It's getting late."

"It's not suitable for you, please. I'll take her back." I shook my head.

For the treatment that Quirrell suffered in the past, I still have sympathy to some extent, but sympathy belongs to sympathy, and the things that should be paid attention to still cannot let down our vigilance.Although this little ghost looks harmless to humans and animals now, objectively speaking, there is still considerable danger, and it is absolutely not advisable to go completely undefended.If she suddenly becomes aggressive and turns into a synthetic beast, I think there is no problem. Tilawa may not be able to deal with it alone in an undefended state.

"But, didn't Master Bullock say that this child has turned into a girl? If you find it inconvenient to bathe her, let her sleep in the same room as you...is it really okay?" Tilawa asked with blinking eyes road.

"That's right!" After listening to her reminder, I realized the problem.

"So, let her stay with me for now, I don't mind at all." Tilawa suggested enthusiastically.

"No way, you were hurt by this kid not long ago. Although she is not aggressive now, you still can't take it lightly." I clasped my hands and shook my head.

"Then I still want to take her back to you? Well, if you just take care of the children, there shouldn't be any strange rumors... right?" Tilawa said, her voice became softer and softer. It seems to be getting more and more emboldened.

She and I looked at each other for a while, and through each other's eyes, we soon realized that we both wanted to be together.

"... There are other female elves in this barracks." I said softly.

"Hmm..." Tilawa nodded understandingly.

Tilawa has personally experienced how terrible it is for those elves to lose their morals. Half of their strange rumors against orcs are out of feuds and political smears, and the other half are purely nasty jokes belonging to a small group I'm interested in heavy flavors.

Although under the current general environment, Saidian has abandoned the feud with the orc tribe, and even formed an alliance with the Bloodaxe clan.However... Even so, I haven't seen that gang of elves have destroyed and banned the distribution of those indecent manipulations about orcs that they circulated.

Even when Saidian's female soldiers were stationed in the Bloodaxe clan's settlement, they still happily circulated orc-themed yellow books around, and especially weird ones like Miriya should be released as before. The ego continues to let go of itself.

It can be seen that even if the political environment and big ideas are reversed, the part of the elves who discarded their integrity is still active.

In this case, I, an orc, took an elf girl to live in a house for the night. If a female elf with strange ideas saw it, rumors would spread all over the place, and the guards would come to give warmth immediately.

This is definitely not my cup of bow and snake shadow. Those experiences of Lao Tzu in Saidian in the past are vividly displayed there.

After thinking about it, I came up with an idea: "Why don't we do this today first, you and her sleep in the room, remember to sleep separately, and I will sleep outside the room. I use the 'beast soul call' to summon a seat The wolf is guarding the house, if there is a particularly loud movement in the house, the beast soul will give an early warning to wake you up, and I will notice it immediately."

"Eh? But..." Tilawa seemed to feel something was wrong.

"What's the matter? Are you worried about letting the beast soul stay in your house?" I noticed her reaction and asked her.

"No, it's not about this problem, it's just about letting Lord Bullock sleep outside..." Tilawa said softly, still hesitating to speak.

"Don't worry about me. I used to sleep out when I was hunting, so it's not a problem." I waved my hand to her, signaling that she didn't have to worry about me.

"It's not... well, since Master Brock said so, let's do it this way." Tilawa finally accepted.

I always feel like I'm missing something, but forget it.

Quirrell didn't seem to have any opinion on this, so when the moon was on the treetops, Tilawa left Quirrell to sleep in the house first.

And I sat down against the wall of the wooden house, yawned, and prepared to take a rest.

The fatigue accumulated from last night's vigil quickly hit me, and I soon found sleepiness.

But I still didn't fall asleep, because the sound of approaching footsteps and a shout made me subconsciously open my eyes: "Hey! Get up!"

Then when I opened my eyes, I saw myself being pointed at by two sharp spears, and I couldn't help but shiver.

I looked up at the owner of the spear, and found two female soldiers staring at me closely—the fortress guards patrolling at night.

There was a female elf mage standing behind the two female soldiers, pointing at me and saying, "Guard, this is the person!"

"What, what are you doing?" I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the two female soldiers' alert eyes as if they were examining criminals.

I sent that kid to Tilawa specifically, why would there be guards coming to the door?

"You still ask what's wrong with us?" A female soldier replied angrily, "What do you want to do, a big man, guarding outside the female soldier's house in the middle of the night? Are you a pervert?"

"Ah!" I just remembered that I forgot about this - here is the female soldiers' camp.

Fake Parents (3)

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Roland and I looked at each other across a desk for 30 seconds, and finally couldn't hold back the laughter: "Pfft!"

"Laughing, laughing! It's not because of the crap you pushed me!" Sitting opposite her, I couldn't help but patted the table.

"Oh? Is that why you sneaked into the women's camp at night and hid outside the women's quarters? Then this is not an excuse for a responsible orc. Honestly admit that you are actually a pervert, right? Is it easier?" Roland never let go of this opportunity to make fun of me.

Just in case, he stayed outside the house where Tilawa lived, but as a result, he was seen by other female elves in the female soldiers' camp and called the guards over.Fortunately, Tilawa heard the movement in time and came out of the house to defend me. The guard did not put me in the cell, but brought me to Roland, who was related to this incident, to verify it. Let me go.

"You can't blame me for your lack of consideration." Roland folded his hands and legs and put them on the table, "At any rate, I got you back from the guards, or do you really want to be in the fortress?" Quietly be a pervert in the cell?"

"I'm sorry, Master Brock." Tilawa, who was sitting on a bench beside her, interrupted with an apologetic face. I thought of it... but I didn't have the nerve to say it at the time, I didn't expect to be arrested."

"No, it's not your fault, it's my own negligence." I waved my hand at her, and then turned to Roland again, "Okay, I'm not joking, you pushed this brat to me, you have to help me solve it The problem. The problem now is that I have to keep an eye on this kid all the time, but now that she has turned into a doll, it is inconvenient for me to live with her alone, what do you think should I do?"

"Then I can provide two solutions. The first one is that I will give this child a magic item that can subdue her at any time, such as the collar I used for you before, and then give the control crystal to Tilawa. In this way, you don't have to worry about safety issues... But, I personally don't recommend this method very much." Roland said softly, "If the child is traumatized by the experience of being treated as an experiment, use the elf to make her The magical props are likely to make her emotionally unstable, making her unnecessarily rebellious and aggressive."

"Although I agree with your point of view, but..." I stared at her blankly and pointed to myself, "I said that when you put the collar on me, you didn't seem to consider my feelings."

"That's just a delaying strategy. If you don't have that collar to guarantee your admission, you're still in Saidian's dungeon." Roland pointed to my neck, then shrugged helplessly. , "I can't bear it too."

"Fart, you obviously enjoy it yourself!" I gave her a blank look.

"Well, I don't deny that." Roland replied with a smile.

... No matter how many times I try it, I still have nothing to do with it.

"Okay, let's talk about the second plan." I waved my hand and brought the topic back on track.

"The second solution is simpler." Roland smiled and raised a finger, "You two can live in the same room and it can be solved."

"what?"