Initiating a Plant Revolution in the Otherworld

Chapter 262 Lu Erha (13) (seeking tickets~)

On February [-]th, the flower shop in Chaos City welcomed a new member.

It may not be accurate to say that, after all, Husky had been carried into the guest bedroom on the second floor of the flower shop many days ago.

But at that time, he only entered here as an injured patient.

No one knew what his future was like at that time.

But until now, Husky himself was a little confused.

Apart from cleaning the store and helping to carry heavy objects when necessary, most of the time, there is not much for him to do.

So most of the time he could just sit in the backyard blankly, not knowing whether he was thinking about wolf life or just in a daze.

Occasionally, when Ron was free, he would invite him to the study, chatting wildly, and mentioning the orcs a little bit.

Husky didn't know Ron's purpose, but just said something.

As time passed, his body got better and better, the gray-black and white hair on his body also became brighter, and the cloudy green eyes also gradually recovered their brightness.

His own tribe no longer exists, and he defected against the order of the orc royal court. It is probably impossible to go back in this life.

And the place where he is now is called the city of chaos, which is probably the only place on the entire continent that can accommodate the orcs except for the extreme northern ice field.

Because various races are mixed here, it has been in a state of co-governance by four races for a long time, and it is the most sensitive to racial discrimination. Even if people of different races are treated with disdain in their hearts, they will remain relatively polite and friendly on the surface.

As for this Ron's Fantastic Flower Shop, it's an even more magical place.

Now Husky already knows that this guy named Ron is the seventh prince of the Human Empire, and his status is similar to that of the young chief of a large tribe of orcs.

In short, he is much more powerful than the young chief of his small tribe.

But such a high-ranking nobleman of the human race treated him, an orc, very friendly, and showed no malice from the beginning to the end.

What surprised him even more was that the woman who was honored as His Royal Highness Ron turned out to be a half-orc catwoman.

You know, even in the orc clan, half-orcs are a group of extremely unpopular guys.

Because of their resemblance to humans, half-orcs are hated by people among the orcs, and their status is often inferior to that of slaves.

But here, this half-orc girl named Nora seems to be very respected by other human races.

Part of the reason for the respect here is because of His Royal Highness Ron, but it is by no means the whole reason.

Huskies can feel it.

As for the other orc in the store... the little one named Yuna...

Husky's eyes dimmed.

He can feel a very strong threat from the other party, which is an instinct that he was forced to exercise after constantly wandering and struggling on the line of life and death.

His intuition told him that the little guy named Yuna, even in his heyday, was by no means an opponent.

It is very likely that after a face-to-face meeting, he is already lying on the ground.

That Yuna's eyes also seemed to remind him that as long as he dared to mess around in the store, his fate would not be much better.

Husky didn't feel offended, and even felt reasonable.

After all, he is an orc, and the one named Ron is the seventh prince of the human empire, so there must be personal guards around him to ensure his safety.

The one named Yuna is also at least the sixth level, and it is likely to have a strong dominance in the sixth level.

If I hadn't been forced to develop a strong sense of crisis on the way to escape, and the other party deliberately showed a warning, I might not have noticed the abnormality of the other party at all.

But it doesn't matter, I didn't intend to do anything bad.

As a small tribe of orcs, the hostility and hatred for the orc royal court may be even more disgusting for the human race.

The human race wants to kill him because of the difference in race, he will stand up and fight, willing to fight to the end.

However, as an orc, he asked his compatriots to die in battle, which Husky could not accept.

None of his tribe had been chosen for the Death Squad in previous Winter Wars.

At that time, he looked at the small tribal warriors who were sent to the battlefield, and he would also think that this might be a sacrifice to save the majority.

So he didn't speak.

By the time this happened to him, he had lost the right to speak.

It was a miracle that he survived.

"Husky, are you in a daze in the yard again?"

A crisp voice came from behind.

Husky turned his head slightly, and saw a slender body sitting next to him, holding his knees and tilting his head to look at him.

He glanced at the creator of this miracle, then turned around, and simply hummed.

"Miss Nora made some pastries for everyone at noon. They are delicious. Do you want to try them?"

Jolina stretched out her hands from behind, holding a white porcelain plate with a few pieces of small white pastries on it, which looked soft and glutinous, making people very appetizing.

Seeing the anticipation in this girl's eyes, it was hard for Husky to refuse, and he already knew these days that the things made by Miss Nora were really delicious.

So he raised the wolf paw, with a soft hiss, inserted a piece of pastry, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Watching Husky eat the food she fed, Qiaolina suddenly showed a happy smile on her face.

For the next period of time, the two kept chatting.

But most of the time, it's just Jolina talking to herself, and Husky only responds occasionally.

After the pastry was finished, Husky stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, feeling a little unfinished.

The sweetness of this pastry tastes no different from other sweetnesses, but there is always a kind of addiction that makes people want to stop, and I don’t know what it is made of.

At this time, Husky suddenly found that there was no sound around him.

Glancing to the side, he found that Jolina was holding the white porcelain plate, looking at his body timidly and curiously, without blinking her eyes.

Looking at his body?

I don't know why, Husky suddenly got a little hairy.

"What are you looking at?"

He couldn't help asking.

"Ah..." Jolina looked like a frightened little rabbit after she was discovered, her eyes flickering from side to side, and she said, "It's nothing... I just think that the hair on your body... looks easy to touch... ..."

Husky: "?"

What is this quirk?

Is it because the human race doesn't have one, so they are curious?

Seeing that Husky didn't seem very angry, Jolina plucked up her courage and asked in a low voice, "Can I just touch it? Just a touch..."

After hesitating for a while, Husky looked at the hopeful light in the little girl's eyes, and nodded in a mysterious way.

"Ha..." Jolina let out a happy laugh but stopped.

The look of being happy but afraid of being impolite, so he had to hold back but the corners of his mouth curled up, hit Husky's heart at once.

So much so that Jolina touched his arm, and touched it several times at once, but he didn't react.

Ron, who came down to read a book in the study on the second floor, caught a glimpse of this scene from the window by chance, and couldn't help crying and laughing.

I thought to myself, did I raise an orc, or did I raise a big dog?

This big dog usually does not demolish the house, but even helps out with things. It seems that the bloodline is very impure.

Not enough huskies.

Ron complained a lot, didn't continue to pay attention to the following things, and continued to read on his own.

"If you usually have nothing to do, you can play cards with us."

The conversation in the courtyard continued.

Jolina offered to suggest: "During lunch and evening breaks, everyone has nothing to do, so they will go to the chess and card room on the second floor next door. You can also come with us."

"There are two people in our flower shop, and three people in the bar next door and the chess and card room on the second floor. If we play Gods of Hegemony, there will be one more person, so we usually prefer to play elemental cards or legendary kills."

"Especially Legendary Killing, the more people there are, the more fun it is, you will definitely like it."

Husky was taken aback when he heard that.

Leaving aside the elemental cards, if you just listen to "Clash of the Gods" and "Legendary Killing", if you don't know much about it, you may think that the little girl is talking about a famous historical event.

But in fact, they are just two kinds of games for entertainment.

Huskies are not interested in such Terran gadgets.

I heard that His Royal Highness Ron invented these things. As the seventh prince of the Human Race Empire, he has time to invent these things.

Thinking of this in his heart, Husky did not directly refuse, but nodded in agreement.

Although he prefers to just sit in the yard blankly like this now, if Jolina invites him, he might as well play with her.

After confirming that Husky agreed, Jolina clapped her hands happily: "Then it's a deal, I'll come to you when I'm on break tonight, and everyone else is curious about you~"

Although Husky has been active in the flower shop for several days, most of the time, he only communicates with Jolina, and occasionally speaks a word or two with Ron and Nora.

As for the other clerks, because of his orc status, they never dared to get too close to him, and he didn't bother to deal with it.

It is more comfortable to stay in the yard.

The two chatted until the lunch break was over, and Jolina hurried back to the shop to work.

Husky also patted his butt and got up, went inside to see if there was anything that needed help, if not, he would come back and stay.

night.

In the living room on the second floor of the flower shop.

Ron sat at one table, the other five clerks, including Jolena, sat at another table, and Husky sat next to Jolena.

Sylvie came up from downstairs, her morale was a little low, and she probably lost another afternoon in the battle of the gods.

Even in the second half of the Contest of the Gods Cup, all the previous points have been cleared, but it still can't change Sylvie's decline.

But she still enjoys it herself.

Walking into the living room, Sylvie sat down opposite Ron, still reviewing today's battle situation in her heart, summing up the gains and losses of experience, hoping to make progress in the future.

It's a pity that Sylvie's talent in this area is really pitiful, and she doesn't know what weird card playing skills she has summed up.

In the kitchen, Nora and Yuna each held a hot pot and put it on the tables on both sides.

Dinner begins.

Today is the first time Husky has eaten hot pot after eating at the flower shop, and he is looking at the hot pot with doubts on his face.

Seeing Husky's confused look, Qiaolina immediately introduced him to the side.

In the arctic ice sheets, large tribes may have the ability to make fire, but for small tribes, eating raw food is the norm.

Therefore, Husky, who is awkwardly holding chopsticks with wolf claws, is somewhat repelled by this way of eating.

Jolina thought that Husky was just not used to chopsticks, so she personally picked up several pieces of cooked mutton rolls, dipped them in seasoning made from spring and autumn fruits, and handed them to Husky's mouth.

Sensing the gazes around him, Husky was a little embarrassed, but he still opened his mouth and did not refuse Jolina's kindness.

However, the next moment, he completely ignored the eyes of others.

In other words, he no longer has the extra attention to pay attention to whether the people around him are looking at him.

The wonderful taste exploded in his taste buds, not only the taste of the mutton roll itself, but the sauce stained on it instantly conquered Husky's tongue, so delicious that he was speechless.

Eating a meal in a world of ice and snow is like a husky chewing ice cubes. I never imagined that there is such a taste in the world.

So he stopped being polite, and clumsily used chopsticks to enjoy the food in front of him.

"How about the game this afternoon?"

Although Ron had expected it, he still asked.

Sylvie looked undeterred, and said solemnly: "The competition is fierce, and I have learned a lot."

Ron turned his head away and suppressed the smile in his heart: "Well, that's good."

"His Royal Highness Ron." Sylvie talked about the business, "There will be a large-scale prayer at the cathedral tomorrow morning, and there will be another blessing in the afternoon the day after tomorrow. Please spare time to be there."

Ron nodded to indicate that he had made a note of it, after all, this is the responsibility of the gods.

Basically every month, he has to go to the cathedral to preside over two or three prayers, so that lucky believers can be blessed by the gods.

"Shop Manager, the group arena competition started yesterday, and the response was very good. Do you want to go to see it tonight?" Nora asked on the sidelines.

"Well, let's go together." Ron took a bite of the fat beef, looked at the two people opposite, and asked, "Do you want to go and see together?"

Yuna and Sylvie shook their heads decisively.

The chatter at Ron's table was quiet, but loud enough for those at the next table to hear.

As for the table where the clerk is, although everyone can chat, they all restrain their voices to avoid making noise to the other side.

Jolina had a happy smile on her face when she saw Husky taking the initiative to pick up the food, but doubts slowly surfaced on her cheeks:

"Husky, why do you keep eating vegetables?"

"Don't orcs like meat?"

Husky froze when he raised his chopsticks, and froze for a moment, then restrained his expression: "...It's just that I'm not used to cooked meat."

In fact, it’s just because the game in the extreme arctic ice field is difficult to hunt. Most of the time, they mine and hand it over to the large tribes, and then the large tribes exchange food with the caravans on the border of the human race.

In the end, the large tribes will give them a small portion of the food exchanged.

Although the value of the food obtained may not be much different from the mines they dug, but the meat is basically embezzled by the large tribes.

Therefore, the small tribes eat very little meat, and they usually eat sparingly. Most of the time they live on grains and vegetables.

Husky has developed this habit since he was a child, but he hasn't changed it for a while.

Being reminded by Jolina, his mood suddenly surged again, and finally he calmed down again.

It's just that the food that was still delicious before, when chewing it now, suddenly loses its taste.

Fluttering Street Diary: On May 5.22, the wandering toad was on the splash screen of the APP, Bite Fire was on Dafengtweet, and I was on the popular category. We all have a bright future. (His tired eyes are looking at you)

(End of this chapter)