I'm not that kind of orc

After hearing this, Angelica and Feilan exchanged glances, and sat down in the original position again.

Princess Alisa had just breathed a sigh of relief, and Feilan muttered again: "That means, there are other important things that tripped him up, right?"

"Sure enough, I'd better go over there and have a look, maybe... I can help Brock." Angelica stood up again.

"Then I'll go there too, that idiot has never made people worry." This time Feilan actually responded.

"Hey, you... oh!" Princess Alisa sighed, and finally chose to give up, "I can't help it, I'd better tell you, actually... I know what's going on."

Angelica and Fei Lanqi focused their eyes on her, their eyes shining brightly.

"Uh..." Princess Alisa had a wry smile on her face as they stared at her, "Actually, after the funeral, Arsena left a message to Brock, inviting him to go to Helgia first. .”

"Why are you going to Helgia?" Feilan frowned.

"Arsena plans to arrange a commendation ceremony for Brock in her territory to thank him for his contribution to Helgia. I heard what Arsena said before."

"Wait, why did you only invite him alone?" Feilan asked suspiciously, "Even if he is a great hero who saves the world, then my contribution is not small, is Arsena so dishonest?"

"No, actually there is also a plan to hold a commendation ceremony for us, but... it will be staggered with Brock." Princess Alyssa carefully chose her words.

"Why did you deliberately stagger it?" Feilan was very surprised.

"Well..." Princess Alisa hesitated to speak.

At this time, Angelica reacted sharply: "Arsena... wants to sneak away!!"

"What?" Feilan's eyes widened.

"Where is Bullock now?" Angelica looked at Princess Alisa.

Princess Alisa thought for a while: "According to the schedule, it should still be halfway."

"If you want to go to Helgia, if you don't take the airship, you will definitely pass by the village where I used to live, and go there to stop him!" Angelica said and was about to run out.

"Student Angelika!" Alisa tried to stop her.

"Is Alisa not in a hurry at all?" Angelica suddenly turned her face and looked into Alisa's eyes seriously.

"I..." Princess Alisa froze for a moment.

Looking at each other, she read Angelica's deep meaning.

Finally, she lowered her eyes and said slowly: "I don't think it matters. The lifespans of humans and elves are very different. I heard from the dean that Brock's lifespan will be extended if he... has obtained dragon's blood. I don't mind waiting a bit."

"You're too gentle... I can't wait, I'm still going." Angelica said and looked at Feilan, "And you, what are you going to do?"

"Me?" Being suddenly pointed at, Feilan felt a little overwhelmed for a moment, she raised the corners of her mouth reluctantly, "What... does this have to do with me?"

"You like him too?" Angelica pointed out bluntly.

"What!?" Feilan paused for a moment, then stammered, "What are you talking nonsense about? Well, that kind of person, if you want me to look at him, I won't—"

"You cried when Brock was about to die?" Angelica interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"Nonsense! Which eye of yours saw me cry?" Feilan's face flushed.

Angelica suddenly moved closer to her and sniffed beside her.

"What are you doing?" Feilan felt puzzled.

"Yes, the smell of a defeated dog." Angelica nodded.

"I'll fuck you!" Feilan was so angry that she wanted to hit her, but Angelica quickly distanced herself from her.

"I don't care about you. If you want to regret it, it is your own business, and no one will wait for you." Angelica said and opened the door, "Happiness with the person I like, for me It is said that it is prey, but you have to catch it yourself."

"Student Angelika, then... what are you going to do?" Princess Alisa asked suddenly.

"Use the most straightforward method that werewolves are best at." Angelica's eyes flashed as she spoke, "I'll pack up and leave, and ask the teacher who made up the class for two days off on my behalf."

After she finished speaking, she left the two people in the room behind, closed the door and went out.

"What the werewolf did..." Feilan hadn't reacted yet.

At this time, Anfilisa's voice sounded from the scarlet oath in her hand: "I really can't do anything about you... It's night attack, stupid mage, this is the specialty of dark creatures."

"What—" Feilan was at a loss for words on the spot.

After hesitating for a while, she couldn't sit still anymore, she got up and walked towards the door: "I don't think something is right, I might as well go there, and ask for a leave of absence for me too!"

Princess Alisa sat on the spot, her mind echoing what Angelica had just said.

"...Happiness is a prey, you have to catch it by yourself." She muttered softly, then suddenly raised her head as if she had made up her mind, "You guys, wait for me first!"

In the room where the three left, the black tea in the cup was still warm.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's fitting time

Helgia, Northwest Highland Territory, Lord's Castle.

The crown prince of Helgia and the lord of the Northwest Highlands, Arsena, was standing in the dressing room, trying on clothes under the service of a maid.

The housekeeper, Dana, put her hands down in front of her body, and stood aside with a serious face to check.

After putting on the clothes, Arsena lifted the hem of the skirt, reflected around in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, and turned to look at Dana: "How about this one?"

"As a ceremony costume, it lacks a sense of solemnity, but overall it suits you well." Dana nodded, "However, I suggest you change to a pair of red dancing shoes for the color of this dress."

"How about you, Bridget? How do you feel?"

Arsena turned to the guest standing in the rear right, and asked her for advice.

Bridget, the heir to the Marquis of Glider and also serving as the adjutant to the Crown Prince in the Royal Army, also nodded towards Alsena: "I also think it is very suitable for Your Highness, but..."

Bridget hesitated to speak.

"Just what?" Arsena asked.

"It's just that Your Highness is choosing clothes for the commendation ceremony right now? This ball-style dress...is it really suitable?"

Bridget frowned suspiciously.

In the war not long ago, Bridget's father, Marquis Greed, was replaced by a mirror demon summoned by the enemy, causing the entire Marquis to become a pawn of the rebels without knowing it.

Later, the reinforcements brought by Crown Prince Alsena repelled the army of the Marquis's territory, and killed the false Marquis to avenge Bridget's father's death.After the incident was over, not only did Arsena not punish Bridget who had led an army to invade her territory, but instead gave her a chance to make amends.

Bridget is very grateful for that.After the war, she inherited her father's title, and immediately came to visit His Royal Highness the Crown Prince whom she most admired.

It's just that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is currently busy arranging commendation and awarding ceremonies for his friends. When he visited the castle where Arsena was, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was worrying about the clothes for the ceremony.

Bridget, the "friend" of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, also knows him. He is an orc named Bullock. It is said that he brought a giant dragon to defeat Bridget's army, and then pretended to be her. Father's Mirror Demon solved it.

Later, that orc cut off the head of the enemy general on the final battlefield. Not only that, he also risked his life to save a huge crisis that might lead to the annihilation of the entire army. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a great hero who saved the world, Arser It is not surprising that His Royal Highness Na wants to hold a special ceremony to honor him.

The only thing that puzzled Bridget was that normally, to attend and support this kind of award ceremony, one only needs to wear a formal military uniform. apparel.

But Arsena was still busy trying clothes for nearly a whole day. It is said that this is the No. 30 second set of clothes that Arsena changed into today, and now even the maids serving changing clothes have been changed to the third batch.

What's even more strange is that none of Her Highness Arsena's clothes were military uniforms, all of them were dresses and costumes that highlighted the feminine charm. It looked more like attending a ball than presiding over an award ceremony.

Although from Bridget's point of view, Her Royal Highness Alsena looks very beautiful in these clothes.

"Well, this style of clothes is a must." Facing Bridget's question, Arsena replied with deep meaning.

"Must?" Bridget tilted her head in confusion.

"After all, Mr. Bullock...has to be aware of my charm." A shy smile appeared on Arsena's face, "This ceremony means a lot to me."

Seeing the other person's expression, Bridget's mind emptied for a few seconds, and finally realized what was going on, and then slowly opened her mouth wide.

It is estimated that someone stuffed an egg into her mouth now, and she might not be aware of it.

"This—" She looked at the housekeeper Dana in shock.

The butler nodded at her expressionlessly.

"Wait, wait, Your Highness! Are you... serious?" Bridget cautiously asked for confirmation.

"Well, of course!" Arsena blushed slightly, but she admitted it quite simply.

"Will His Majesty the King agree to this kind of thing?" Bridget's eyes widened, "You haven't told His Majesty yet, have you?"

"As I said, Father, he unexpectedly didn't object much." Arsena thought for a while, "It's fine to say that it's as I wish, Father, he is quite casual in some aspects."

But it was too casual—Bridget was completely stunned.

"Mr. Mutafa and Mr. Wikas were very opposed to it at first, but they changed their minds later." Arsena said with a smile, "This time they even took the initiative to apply to bring all the members of the Knights to the border to welcome them. As for Mr. Bullock, after all, he is Helgia’s great benefactor, so there’s nothing wrong with it.”

"Hey, bring all the knights?" Bridget blinked suspiciously.

You only need to bring the guard of honor for the welcoming ceremony, right?Bring all the members of the Knights, this battle...is it really going to go out or block the border?

At this time, the housekeeper Dana suddenly sighed: "With all due respect, Your Highness, sometimes you are quite off-line."

"Is there?" Arsena blinked unconsciously.

"Speaking of which, even if you are interested, the other party..." Dai Na said cautiously, "Are you [-]% sure? After all, this is a matter that affects the face of the entire country, and it must not be trifling."

"Don't worry, Mr. Bullock, he still owes me a promise." Alsena turned her face back to the mirror, her eyes in the mirror were shining brightly, "Mr. He is...absolutely undeniable!"

After providing land to solve the resettlement problem of the orc tribe, and then to resolve the military conflict between the six major tribes and Saidian, she made a promise to Brock.

"I have never lost a single amount of business." Arsena smiled in front of the mirror, "Mr. Bullock, you can't escape this time."

Staring at herself in the mirror, she suddenly had an idea.

"Ah, I thought of a suitable dress." She suddenly turned her head to look at the butler with burning eyes, "Just use the dress hanging in my bedroom!"

"You mean, the one left by Her Majesty the Queen..." Dana froze for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Arsena nodded firmly, "After all, it's a dress praised by Mr. Bullock."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked out of the window, and said softly with yearning: "Mr. Bullock... It's almost to the border now, it's really exciting."

Welcome Ceremony for Knight Leaders

At the same time, in the border village of Helgia, the Knights gathered here and were ordered to welcome a "Vinified Guest".

"That kid... he's almost at the border now, it's really exciting!!"

While speaking the same lines as the crown prince in the distance, the aged paladin swung his raised warhammer at the boulder.

There was only a loud "boom", and the moment the power of the war hammer was applied to the boulder, it was smashed to pieces and turned into a pile of rubble.