My Lady Queen

After a bout of dizziness as usual, Wishing returned to her rented room again.

He lay down on the bed: "Oh, it's really not as good as my own kennel. My bed is not as comfortable anywhere."

"Hey, is this your tent? Why is it so small, not as spacious as the prison cell? By the way, where is the campfire? Where will I live in the future?"

A sudden female voice instantly pulled Wishing back from the beautiful sigh to reality.

"Damn it, whatever the fuck is fine, you really came here!"

Wishing jumped up from the bed, and saw Vasha looking around at a glance.

Vasha said strangely: "Of course, this was arranged by the ancestors. Didn't you hear it all?"

Wishing hurriedly waved his hand: "I mean, I brought back a lot of things from that world before, but this is the first time for a living person."

"Then I don't care, anyway, I will save you 24 times, and then kill you, then we orcs will not owe you anything."

"Stop it, you just need to know this matter in your heart, don't keep talking about it, people who listen to it will feel weird and panic."

"Do as you please, during this period I will protect your safety and obey your arrangements as much as possible. Hey, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I know you humans are all lewd guys, and as humans you are not Your fault, but, although I recognize your identity as the master during this period, if you want to do something strange to me... hehe."

Having said that, she deliberately paused for a moment, and then looked up and made a wish maliciously from top to bottom.

While making a wish, he felt a cold in his crotch, and quickly covered his vitals: "What do you want to do to me?"

Vasha glanced at him disdainfully: "Hmph, you really have such a heart, otherwise why are you so nervous."

"Well, do you have that ancestor's phone number, I want to return it."

Vasha didn't answer his words: "Okay, I've finished visiting your tent, now take me to the camp."

As she said that, she walked straight to the window, and as soon as she pushed it away, she raised her leg and was about to step out.

Wishing hurriedly grabbed her: "I told you what you want to do, no matter what you do, you can't miss it."

Vasha shook off the wishing hand vigorously: "What are you talking about, I just want to go outside to take a breath. Oh, why do you live on a cliff, like those mountain dwarves, where is the rope, I want to go down."

Afraid that she would do something out of the ordinary again, making a wish quickly pulled her to the door and twisted the doorknob: "I want to go out and walk here in the future."

Vasha cautiously poked her head out and looked around: "What kind of place do you live in? The walls and the ground are made of rocks. Did you hollow out the entire mountain? Is this all your territory?"

"My site is the room you are in now. Well, to be precise, it's not mine either. I have to give most of the money I earn every month to the owner of this building in order to have the right to live here .”

Vasha gave him a disdainful look: "I thought you were so powerful, but it seems that you are not doing well. Forget it, tell me where the owner is, and I will kill him, so that you can You can become the new owner. You don't have to thank me."

The wish was about to collapse, and he would go crazy if he went on like this: "You must not kill people casually, this is a society ruled by law."

Vasha was a little puzzled: "Can't the bad guys be killed?"

"cannot!"

"Strange house, strange world, I'm starting to miss my hometown. Forget it, you can take me to the camp to have a look first."

"This is not a camp, this is a residential building, and there are people living behind every door. How about this, don't talk nonsense about anything you don't know in the future, even if you don't want to help me, you can't add trouble to me."

"Hmph, you really think I don't understand, isn't this a place similar to the mage's tower, it's rare and strange."

It was already night, and the neighbors had already fallen asleep. Wishing was afraid that the two of them would wake up everyone talking here, so he pulled her back again.

"Okay, okay, you'll sleep here tonight, and I'll find you a place to live tomorrow."

"Why, I still have to wait to save your life. From now on, I will never leave your side."

Wishing to feel that his patience is almost exhausted: "My safety is protected by the police uncle, so you don't need to worry about it, you can just stay here for a few days, and I will find a way to send you back when the time comes."

Anyway, the exchange system for the Summoning Altar has been activated, so at worst, save more will points and find something to wash off the blood contract.

Speaking of the wish value, the mission just completed didn't provide any at all, instead it gave such a troublesome beast girl, which is really not worth the candle.

Wishing to turn on the light, he quickly explained before Vasha spoke: "This is a light, you don't need to understand the specific principle, you just need to know that pressing this protrusion can make it provide lighting."

"Tch, we also have this kind of magic lighting equipment. You live in the mage's tower and have magic props. Are you a magician? Not like that. I think you are more like an orc shaman."

All kinds of facilities in modern society are really infinitely close to magic if they are placed in front of a person from the Middle Ages.

It's just that the Summoning Plane is a world of swords and magic, and there are many kinds of magic toys, but they are not as popular and convenient as on Earth.

Wishing to yawn, he didn't feel it in that tense environment, but as soon as he got home, a strong tiredness hit his heart, and now he just wants to have a good sleep before talking.

Wishing took out a blanket from the cabinet and spread it on the floor beside the dining table, then pointed to the bed and said to Vasha, "You will sleep here tonight."

Vasha touched the edge of the wooden bed: "I'm not used to sleeping on wood. Do you have animal skins here? Straw is also fine. I can just spread it casually."

The wish could not be explained, and she was pressed directly on the bed: "You said just now that you would listen to me. The first order I gave you was to sleep here tonight. If you have anything to say, we will talk about it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Vasha's answer, she lay down on the blanket and closed her eyes.

The concrete floor is hard and damp, but fortunately the temperature is not low now, not to mention that with the current physical fitness of Wishing, it is difficult to catch a cold again, so I feel at ease.

Vasha slowly climbed onto the bed. The ordinary mattress with hard brown and springs is undoubtedly a very novel experience for this beast girl who has been living in the tent. She was even more surprised than seeing the electric light: " Wow, what a soft bed."

Wishing to listen to Vasha's yelling, my heart was full of thoughts.

Not to mention what kind of mentality this beast mother has to stay by my side, but after all, she is out of tune with this society, and problems will definitely occur after a long time. The most urgent thing is to find a way to send her back.

While thinking wildly, I made a wish and fell asleep without knowing when.

Silent night, the next morning.

Wishing was awakened by a smell of burnt.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Vasha was squatting on the ground with his back facing him, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

Wishing was not fully awake yet, he fanned the smoke with his hand: "What are you doing? I wipe it, it's on fire, run!"

When he said the last word, Wishing had already jumped up. He didn't take off his clothes at all last night, and he didn't delay at all. He grabbed Vasha and was about to rush out.

The old building is a rental building that has been in disrepair for a long time. It is seriously messed up, and the corridors are also full of various sundries. There was a fire last year. Fortunately, it was discovered in time and everyone worked together to put out the fire before it spread. .

Wishing is therefore very sensitive to fire.

Unexpectedly, Vasha threw his hand away: "Why panic, I just hunted two birds, and I'm planning to roast them, just wait a little longer, they will be ready soon."

After making a wish, he took a closer look, and sure enough, a small bonfire was burning under the wall, and a simple shelf was professionally set up above it, and it was indeed wearing two things that looked like small roast chickens, and they were "breasting" "Zi" comes out with oil, and it looks delicious.

Although making a wish was terribly angry, she also knew that Vasha was kind enough to prepare lunch for herself, and in her understanding, if she wanted to get something to eat, she had to set it on fire.

So he swallowed the breath into his stomach, then quickly opened the window, waved the pillow towel, and let the smoke in the room disperse as soon as possible.

"I said, if you want to cook something, I have a natural gas stove and a pot here. No matter what you say, you can't light a fire in the room."

"What's the matter? In our place, only the highest-ranking orcs are eligible to live around the campfire. Others can't get close if they want to."

Vasha indifferently turned the things that were roasting on the fire.

Wishing could only continue to explain patiently: "But this is not your tribe. It is easy to cause a fire if you light a fire in the house, and it is unhygienic. I will teach you how to use the kitchen today."

Wishing this room, apart from the bedroom and the living room being connected together, there is also a small kitchen and bathroom, but as an otaku, he is at most the next noodle.

Vasha also has the idea of ​​adapting to this world, and she doesn't refuse: "Okay, okay, you just like to be in a hurry, eat first and then talk."

Wishing to take over the barbecue from Vasha's hand that was grilled just right and couldn't see the original appearance, blew the heat on it, took a bite carefully, and exclaimed: "Well, I don't see that your cooking skills are really good ah."

"Of course, I am the best cook in the tribe."

When she said this, Vasha's face blushed slightly, and she was not telling the truth on this point.

Because her skin color is different from any orc, even in her own tribe, she is very unpopular, so she is only allowed to do some rough work.

As for cooking, Vasha practiced hard to please the tribe, and there was no other way.