Dharma god he doesn't want to go to school

Thinking about whether he and his classmates have changed from "people" to "vegetables", Ansair suddenly noticed that the child who was being spanked moved his nose——

"Mom? Why do I smell something special..."

"Snapped--!"

Under the slap of an unselfish mother, all beings are equal, let alone a delicate (?) child.

"I'll say it again, stealing food is not allowed."

Facing the mother's aggravated tone, the child responded unhappily.

At the end, the mother calmed down a little and said: "There are some guests in the town, don't make trouble, you know?"

"Know it."

However, the little brother said first, and the conversation fell into Ansair's ears, which was no different from "the new guys with special taste are our guests, so they are not allowed to eat".

Q: What do you think about the race you belong to on the recipe of the other party?

Ansair replied: It's a little creepy, but also a little... I want to pray to the two berserkers who broke into Lesen without permission.

No wonder Aunt Angel, the mayor... oh no, it's the lady, let them go back to town to rest.

Just relying on the outstanding sense of smell of the Lesen people, the berserkers still want to hide and make trouble in Lesen?I'm afraid it wasn't directly picked out (eaten) by the Lesen people who vowed to dig three feet into the ground =. =

Ansair silently lit a wax for the berserkers who were trying to hide.

As for the safety of the few of them, he really didn't care much about it.

Although Her Majesty would cheat him from time to time, the Queen would never cheat him to death!

Ansair raised his chest proudly...and then deflated.

At worst, he and Ernest are still here.

Turning his head, Ansair looked at Ernest with shining eyes, and Ernest nodded slightly.

Ansair couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Just after recovering from "Shock! There are still races that eat people in the Central Continent", Vanessa and Samuel turned their heads and bumped into a classmate with the word "trust" on their faces and another classmate " With affection" (Ansair:? I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!).

Samuel sighed leisurely: The young couple fell into a normal state of being passionately in love. He was used to it early on, so why does he still feel a little bald now?

Vanessa instantly forgot to be vigilant and ate them, her whole body was filled with fiery breath: Come on!Where is her torch! ?

It was because of his future career (?), and Gerald, who was from a high enough background and had enough information, felt something was wrong.

A little astonishment appeared on his face.

Even when he was young, his figure was still far above average, and his five senses were exceptionally good. Humans, whether purebred humans, orcs, etc., were once put on the recipes, and now they have completely disappeared in the Central Continent...

"Are you a monster?" Hayden asked the younger brother suddenly.

——As the closest collaborator with Gerald, except for some family privacy, what Gerald knows, Hayden knows.

It's just that he usually doesn't say anything.

Disapproval flashed in Gerald's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He just took a few steps, and seemed to stand between the little brother and Hayden.

Vanessa's eyes lit up after being replaced by the word "Warcraft" at last: "You are a Warcraft...no."

She stepped forward suddenly, put her arms on the window sill, and stared at the child who was still looking at them after being beaten up by her mother, "You are all monsters!"

Vanessa is also a member of the Griffon family, a large family of orcs. She is still very talented, and she basically knows all kinds of rumors and legends in the family.

In other words, which of the younger orcs has not longed for the legendary monsters that are so powerful that they leave all kinds of mysterious deeds?

After all, every orc species aspires to become stronger.

Before, she was only dazzled by Ansair and Ernest's flashing Dan, but now she was awakened by Hayden, the more Vanessa thought about it, the more she felt that was the case.

"Lesen is the gathering place for your monsters, right?" Vanessa, whose eyes were shining brightly, was puzzled again. Living together, do you usually fight each other when you see them?"

Why did you build a town and live together?

The little brother looked at Vanessa with strange eyes: "Thousands and hundreds of years have passed, has there been no change within the Griffin tribe?"

Vanessa was not too surprised to be directly pointed out by the younger brother.

"Of course there is."

Isn't a group of clan members like them going out to study, a proof of the openness of the clan?

"You can change, why can't we?" The little brother said naturally, "We live together, and we can help each other when we encounter difficulties, which is much better than what the elders said before, we can only fight alone. gone."

The little brother ignored Mayor Angel's order to bring the people to have a good rest, and spoke impassionedly about a lot of changes in Warcraft and Larsen over thousands of years, and gave practical examples to prove that they are living better now than before. much better.

He spread his hands and said with a hearty smile: "So why should we wait for a better life, but live a life of blood and blood a long, long time ago?"

For a while, Vanessa felt that what the little brother said was quite right.

"That's right, where is the bloody raw meat that has been cooked?" Vanessa glanced at the younger brother, "Or half-cooked meat is delicious."

The little brother thinks so.

Ansair said slowly: ...?

Vanessa, you have integrated into the collective of "Clan of Beasts" very quickly, huh?

Ernest rubbed Ansair's brows with his fingertips familiarly, and lightly tore off the false mask that hung over Lesen.

"Your 'help each other' must include 'if it gets out of control, other residents in the town will help control it', right?"

The little brother suddenly looked at the young man with a handsome face and a calm tone.

"...what do you mean?"

Ernest lifted his weight and said lightly: "In the southwest, in the residence 370 meters away, someone can't bear it anymore."

The little brother took a deep look at Ernest, thanked him in a low voice, turned his head and disappeared.

As the little brother left and Hayden quickly set up the soundproof circle, Gerald whispered: "It's so fast."

Vanessa frowned slightly, and replied casually: "How can the speed of the monster be slow?"

Hayden looked anxiously in the direction Ernest said, and asked, "You said 'can't help'..."

"Appetite," Ernest said simply.

The group of six fell silent at the same time.

Which appetite?Of course it is the desire to "want to eat".

To whom?Except for the donkeys that were treated as livestock by Lesen's Warcraft residents, of course there were only "fresh" ones who ran over on their own initiative.

"So even if they train their patience from a young age, they still can't guarantee that they won't eat people?" Vanessa lowered her head, unable to see her expression, but her voice showed obvious complexity.

That is her, the legendary race that young orcs yearn for and look forward to in the past, and even now, the patriarchs who experienced the baptism of snow and wind thousands of years ago, and after experiencing struggle and blood, they reached the top of the orc clan. They would rather abandon the past Unite with other races to set the title of "Mad Beast", and don't want to dirty the name of "Warcraft".

She can discuss more dangerous topics with the legendary races in the clan, but after all, no one wants to be eaten, and no one wants to reproduce the bloody past.

Between past worship and present protection, she will definitely choose the latter.

Samuel saw that Vanessa was not in a good mood, and comforted him softly: "I think they don't want to eat people anymore, so they settled down on this land, helped each other, and found a way to overcome this instinct."

To develop an ordinary but warm and orderly gathering place like the small town of Lesen, I don't know how much effort, time, and patience it took for the monsters.

After all, with the prototype of Warcraft, the process of overcoming their instincts is not easy. They slap and tail casually, and the town can be directly rebuilt after being scrapped.

Ansair agrees.

"I trust them." He looked at the whole town from a distance, "I believe that most of the monsters in Larsen don't want that."

It wasn't that he was infected with the temperament of his classmates (Samuel:?), it wasn't that he was able to discover their deepest thoughts by spending a short time with Mayor Angel, He Xiaoge and others.

He just simply believed in his mother and his family.

As the lord of a country, his mother Iyeta has never been a "peacemaker" who sacrificed her subjects for peace. Even if his mother has become a queen, the basics of a person will not change in many cases. For example, he Mother's heart that wants to fight all the time.

Such a queen, such a lord of a country, will establish a friendly relationship with Lesen, who has cannibalistic thoughts?Will he become good friends with the mayor and leader who ate Lesen?

impossible.

——Beep softly, although his mother hasn't done it herself for a while, but his mother's past experience is really brilliant, and she still has the title of "Tearing Dragon Clan" on her head, presumably her old man doesn't mind adding it The title of "Tearing Warcraft by Hand" slipped away.

His mother and family believed that Angel believed Lesen, so he would too.

After chatting with the classmates about the Lesen (Warcraft) recipe and their determination, the group felt much more relaxed. Soon, everyone dispersed into the adjacent room to rest.

Looking for clues, locating the gray donkey through the contract, then passively entering Lesen, encountering monsters, after this series of things, although I haven't experienced much battle, the amount of information is too much!Tired!

Before Mayor Lesen finds the two berserkers who sneaked in, they must prepare well and prepare for this battle in the best condition.

——Although they have the same goals as their companions (Lesen monsters) this time, God knows if those companions will suddenly go crazy in the middle of the fight, and they will eat them if they catch them?

No, no, no.

They were afraid of the sneak attack from the back of their teammates (true attack).

Six people entered three rooms respectively, Ansair and Ernest, Gerald and Hayden, and Samuel and Vanessa.

Vanessa said "I regard Samuel as a sister!" and pulled the person away, completely ignoring the wry smile on Samuel's face.

But in Larsen, it is still necessary for them to pay attention, so Samuel did not firmly refuse.

After calmly waving goodbye to the rest of the class, Ansair and Ernest were alone.

"Wow!"

Ansair, who had endured for most of the way, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and threw himself into Ernest's arms.

"The Queen cheated on me again!!!"

He had thought of this before when the little brother was still there, but in order to hold on to the last bit of face, he didn't stand up and collapsed on the spot. Now there is only one lover, and Ansair can finally bury it in the bottom of his heart. The shame is vented.

Although!He is used to the queen pitting him!

but!Let him, a legal professional, make his hometown full of magic beasts and physics professionals, Lesen!

But anyone who knows a little about Lesen knows something is wrong, okay?

How is he a purebred human being similar to a monster?

His vest is equivalent to not existing in the first place!

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Ansair crazily buried his head in Ernest's arms and refused to get up.

Thinking of how long he has been around the school under the name of "Lesen Man" this semester, what those teachers and professors who know the matter think of him, Ansair, Ansair refuses to think about it!

The young man who gradually faded away from his youthfulness blushed, even the tips of his ears were faintly blush.

Ernest looked down at the light red spot, and after a while, reached out and touched it lightly.

Ansair's body froze, and he rubbed his head against Ernest's shoulder socket again.

... a little, strange feeling.

But not exclusive.

A few strands of messy pale golden hair fell on the blushing ears, and a slight touch with almost no strength caressed the thin skin again.

Ernest's gray-blue eyes showed a blazing emotion.

"How can I help you?"

A low, magnetic voice as usual rang in Ansair's ear, and Ansair turned an angle unnaturally.

"……no thanks."

He will think of a way to get back, hum╭(╯^╰)╮

Hmm...he could use that as an excuse if the Queen was too much against his relationship with Ernest.

After all, the Queen didn't let him go to Kles, so he couldn't know Ernest; if he didn't disguise him as a Lesen, he wouldn't have a gray donkey, and he wouldn't meet Ernest on the day of the report.

If you think about it this way...forgive the queen for cheating him on his identity.

But he will not give up the idea of ​​going back to the pit ^-^

Ansair blinked, reached out and hugged Ernest gently.

He was already half embraced by the latter, and this action was very easy.

"But I've got to think of a new place of origin for 'Al Schilling'."

Now that he knows that there is no "human race and legal professional" in Lesen, if he still yells around with this household registration in the future, I forgive him for not being able to accept it.

Ernest put down his hand, switched to Ansair, and gently rubbed his chin against Ansier's still red ear: "Why don't you change to my habitat?"

Ansair raised his head and asked suspiciously, "I'm not a dragon..."

Facing Ernest's gaze, Ansair could hardly speak.

——In addition to the original place of birth, another common way to change household registration is marriage.

Ansair's head was almost smoking.

Ernest laughed sullenly twice: "The patriarch in my habitat has a gentle personality and allows some human races to join the clan to live together."

Ansair, who was full of panic, let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it's not... what.

At the same time, there was an inexplicable regret that he couldn't explain why deep in his heart.

"That's great."

However, Ernest seemed to have understood Ansair's diametrically opposite emotions in an instant.

A soft and comforting kiss fell, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, gentle but with endless warmth.

"I don't know who my father and mother are, I don't have a last name."

Ernest hugged Ansair to the soft bed, squatted down, and kissed the latter's palm lightly.

"Can you give me a last name?"

"Ansair Schilling Owig."

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The last paragraph was originally intended to be written after the battle, but when I wrote this chapter... I wrote it without knowing it_(:зゝ∠)_

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Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 1 bottles of boiled water;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!