I'm not that kind of orc

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Another one.

"Hurry up and stop me!"

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"You are committing a crime!"

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Soon, all that was left of Teesta's body was her tight-fitting underwear and a few dispensable rags.

"It's really not good to go on like this." Roland looked up at Testa, who was about to be stripped naked, and said unhurriedly.

"I, I will never give in to a slut like you!" Testa was still stubborn with tears in her eyes, and this kind of stubbornness at the moment of death reminded me of someone.

"Really? Then... Brock!" Roland suddenly shouted at me.

"Huh?" I didn't expect to be called at all.

"Would you like to do something interesting to her?" She said while manipulating the vines to draw the disheveled Testa closer to her side, forcing her to spread her legs and put on an extremely shameful posture.

At the same time, the two snake vines were entangled with her panties, as if they were about to fall off.

Tista, who seemed not even afraid of death, suddenly changed his face: "No...don't! Hurry...quick stop!"

"No!" I reacted and answered quickly.

Why do the elves in this academy like to use me as threat material?I don't want to go to that trial again!

"Stop it quickly... only this, only this is absolutely not possible!" Testa's voice was almost pleading, completely missing the force she had just had.

Roland's response was merciless: "It's only natural to use your body to apologize for doing something like drawing a sword to someone else."

Although her voice still sounded calm, she could still hear that she seemed to be really angry.

It has to be said that Miss Teesta's ability to kill herself without much strength is really amazing, and it touched the nerves of everyone present in just a few minutes.

But it's really not good to go on like this. There are still charges of personal insult in this country... After I calmed down completely, I remembered this incident.

Just as I was preparing words of persuasion, Miria suddenly strode into the office, got between me and Dista, and shouted eagerly at Roland: "Let her go, Roland!"

Oh oh, I'm glad there's someone with a clear mind besides me.

"Such a good thing is coming to me!" she shouted again, and then gasped heavily.

...I probably lost my mind just now.

Roland ignored Miria, raised his hand, and controlled the snake vine to pull Testa to his desk, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Tolivia probably didn't remind you that I'm actually not a good-tempered person." Roland hid his smile, "It's fine with her fighting madness, a little girl like you who has never been on a battlefield, It's better not to be so fond of doing things that provoke other people's nerves. Life is only once, and it is very precious. Using force means taking life, which is true for both sides, and the same is true for war. Remember it for me—although I I don’t think you, the little goat taught by Tolivia, can really listen to it.”

I couldn't see Testa's face from my angle, but from her slightly trembling back, I could see that she had completely lost the idea of ​​continuing to resist.

"That's enough, tell Tolivia, come here in person if you have something to say in the future, or send a messenger who knows a little bit of etiquette. Although this is an educational institution, it is not a nursery school. I will entrust someone to bring your sword to you." Tolivia, please come back this time."

As soon as Roland finished speaking, the snake vine started to move again. He sent Testa to the door and put it down gently, then let go of her body, and slowly moved towards the flower pot in the corner... To be precise, the flower pot was broken and left behind. The lower clod shrinks back.

With her hands and feet free again, Testa sat slumped on the ground, covering her open chest with her hands, biting her lip, her face full of humiliation as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"Miriya, please get her another set of clothes and send her out." Roland calmly begged Miriya.

"Roland..." Miriah said a little coyly.

"what happened?"

"I also... used to draw my sword at him, so that..." She pointed at me with an expectant look on her face, "So I should also thank him with my body—"

"That's not the case!" I stood at attention and interrupted her loudly with the upright tone I used to make reports in the army, "Mr. Mi Ruiya urged me in that way to hone my fighting skills. I understand and appreciate it very much!"

Miriah turned her head and glared at me.

I stared straight ahead intently, not meeting her gaze.

Hmph, I won't let you succeed!

"Okay, Miriah, let's send Lieutenant Testa out first, please." Roland didn't seem to use this to tease me anymore, but urged Miriah in a business-like tone.

Miria clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, and then looked at Testa who was still sitting on the ground: "Get up! Come with me."

In a trance, Testa propped herself up slowly from the ground, curled up with her shoulders in her arms, and followed Miriah out of the office.

There was a noticeable twitch in her shoulders as she passed in front of me, who was out of the way.

If you don't die, you won't die. Why do some people don't understand? (3)

Seeing the figures of those two people disappear at the end of the corridor, I began to seriously consider whether to step into this slightly stiff office.

"Come in." Roland saw through my thoughts, "You should come to me with something."

"May I ask what happened just now?" I walked into the room as I said, and asked the question bluntly. It is quite uncomfortable for an orc to hold back the things he cares about and not ask.

What's more, from her conversation with the officer named Testa, it is obvious that the dispute is related to me.

"It's just a little dispute..." Roland responded casually, and then he noticed my eyes again, "I'm not going to hide it from you, but it doesn't make much sense to tell you now, just remember that you are here now The situation in this country is not as safe as you feel right now."

"That officer, and that general you mentioned, could it be..." I vaguely understood.

"The hawks in this country are the ones who proposed the all-out war proposal against your tribe." Roland said lightly, "Actually, for you who want to ensure the safety of the tribe, the biggest obstacle is not holding that kind of war. Most of the elves with special prejudices, but a small group of people who have deep hatred for you orcs. After all, too many compatriots died in that war."

Roland sighed, looking a little tired.

It is easy to understand the truth, there will be a war proposal against our tribe, which means that there must be the most radical main fighters. I have never felt this problem before because I have not seen it with my own eyes in this academy. Just pass these guys.

It seems that Roland has been fighting against that faction in places I don't know for a while, and it can be seen from the conflict she had with that officer just now.

"Although that guy just said without thinking, is it really okay for you to do that?" I asked again.

I really thought she would have stripped the officer naked if it had gone on.

"Occasionally I have to show my tough side, isn't that little girl almost riding on my head?" She spread her hands disapprovingly, "You are the one, when you grabbed her neck just now, I really thought You will kill her."

I didn't speak.

"But it's not that I can't understand your feelings." Roland smiled, "I remember that according to your tradition, if the reputation of yourself or your family has been slandered that does not match the facts, you have the right to initiate a duel and kill the other party. Is that right?"

She even knows this...

"Why did that officer come here just now? Are they trying to do something to me?" I asked, "What are you planning?"

Roland did not answer this question directly: "You can relax for the time being. As long as you are in this academy, I will absolutely guarantee your personal safety. Please trust me on this point. What's more, I don't think you care about it for the time being." Free time for other things? Don't forget our bet, although you have achieved good results in the written test, you still have a few practical exams, so it's better not to be distracted by other things."

I couldn't help frowning: "Is it time to care about the exam?"

"Then what can you do now?" Roland stared into my eyes and asked rhetorically almost as soon as he finished speaking, choking me speechless.

As a prisoner of war, I am in this country, not to mention controlling the country's political issues, and I don't even have the right to decide on my own personal safety and freedom - I have been relying on Roland in these aspects from the beginning to the end.

"Okay." Roland let out a long breath, and returned to his usual calm smile, "Now you only need to care about your exam."

"It's just a test score, is it really that important?" I vaguely felt that she was tricking me into preparing for the test not just to tease me.

"Important. I need this for the things I am planning. I will tell you the details after you finish the exam. I don't want you to be distracted by it now. I'm not kidding. If you don't do well in the exam, I will really Use that contract to make some excessive demands that you can't imagine." She narrowed her eyes as she said, "You came here specially for this, right?"

"Um……"

"Is there a problem with the magic practice class project?" Roland immediately stated my purpose.

"Yes." I nodded.

"I expected you to come to me a long time ago. After all, Brock, your knowledge of magic is probably limited to theoretical knowledge, right?"

I nod again.

"Because of that contract, of course I will try my best to assist you. However, magic is still a subject related to the spirit, and personal emotions will affect the casting and learning of magic. Therefore, you answer me first, you have the ability to learn magic Intention?"

"Can I be honest?"

"It seems that I am not very willing." Roland smiled wryly.

"Magic has always given me a weird feeling. To be honest, I don't really want to touch it..." I said the truth.

"Many people have this idea, especially a pure fighter like you. But Brock, have you forgotten how you were caught by me?"

"Well……"

Of course, I will never forget that I was prepared to fight the elf archer with the consciousness of killing each other, and I was captured so easily, mainly because of Roland's magical sneak attack.

"If you don't have the slightest understanding of how to cast magic, it means you don't know how to deal with magic. As a warrior, knowing that you have such a weakness but sitting idly by, it's slack."

What she said makes sense...

"What do you think of Miria?" she asked suddenly without reason.

"Suddenly, why do you ask this all of a sudden?" I was a little confused.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm asking you how you think her strength is." Roland smiled and waved his hands, "You should have fought her more than once, right?"

I thought about it, and answered honestly: "It's very strong, it's unbelievably strong."

"Oh? Specifically."

"I don't need to talk about how superb the sword skills are. The key is her strength. When she swings the sword, her arm strength is similar to mine. With her body shape...to be honest, it's really strange."

"That's actually the effect of a spell."

"What?" I was taken aback.

"Miriya knows how to use magic power to strengthen her body. This is a life-based spell that sounds simple but is actually very difficult to master. Brock, practice magic that you find incomprehensible, and a warrior who constantly tempers his strength to improve himself Tao is not contradictory. Your great-grandfather, Azak was also a powerful warrior who knew shamanic spells, and I have seen him summon lightning to kill demons."

"I actually understand this truth, but..." I said hesitantly, "I don't seem to have the talent to learn magic."

Roland was delighted when he heard it: "You don't know much about spells, how do you know you have no talent?"

"I went to Feilan. She gave me a test and said that I don't have any magic power."

"Feilan? Wow, you really made a move on her younger sister! Leave me alone to find her, you really like younger ones..." Roland covered his mouth with a disappointed expression.

"That girl Angelica brought her here on her own, and it has nothing to do with me!" I quickly clarified, "And why are you young or not? Every one of you elves is older than me, right?"

Once again, I am not interested in you bean sprout elves!

"It can't be calculated like this. If you convert it by the standards of humans similar to you, that girl is only about 17 years old, which is a fresh and delicious age for you..."