"People's hearts are not ancient..." Martin held a large gray newspaper in his hand and leaned towards Sheldon, "Take a look."

Merlin was reading a storybook beside him, enjoying himself while Sheldon picked up the freshly brewed coffee and took a sip.

It's early morning now. The Dream Division never gets much time off. Martin has just returned from the night shift. After breakfast, he is going to take a nap on the sofa in Sheldon's office.

This morning, as usual, Martin took a copy of the latest "Yaris" from the newsstand.

"Princess Marshall was attacked by orcs...with ulterior motives..." Martin just finished speaking, and Sheldon's brows suddenly furrowed, feeling a little unbelievable.

Probably not... Wasn't the princess of Yaris strictly protected? Why was she attacked?

The defenses in the Palace of Porcello are not that dilapidated, right... People like Fregra made countless preparations to escape from the palace, just because of this orc...

Sheldon tilted his head slightly and focused his eyes on the front page of the newspaper.

They were a frightened girl and a slightly ferocious wolf-man.

However, these two orcs are still in their infancy stage at best, and they don’t look like they can get any older...

Immediately, his eyes gradually went downwards and he quickly scanned the content on the front page.

"Princess Marshall of Yaris meets the orcs in order to establish a beautiful friendship between humans and orcs..."

"Unexpectedly, she was attacked by him during the reception. Fortunately, the princess was not seriously ill, and the attacker was killed on the spot..."

"Here, it is recommended that the general public reconsider the safety of getting along with orcs. If you have the ability, you can always prepare simple protective measures..."

Martin kept making tut-tsk noises on the side, and lay down on the sofa, preparing to have his dream of spring and autumn.

"Help with the milk powder and medicine." Sheldon put down the newspaper, took the first report from the employee, and kept mumbling.

"There really aren't any good things about orcs." Martin muttered in a low voice as he walked past Sheldon.

"The wolf-shaped orcs in their infancy have incomplete bone development, their fangs have not yet fully grown, and their nails are soft. They are even weaker than my son." Sheldon drank coffee and read the report while answering what Martin said.

"People's hearts are not ancient."

"What?" Martin scratched his head, feeling that he didn't understand what Sheldon said.

"That is to say, the orc in front of Princess Yaris has no ability to cause harm to her. Moreover, this girl is wearing casual clothes and is taller than the other girl."

"So? Isn't this because orcs and humans are incompatible with each other? Haha..."

"You can't trust everything like newspapers..." Sheldon sipped the coffee in his cup and nodded with satisfaction, "It's none of my business anyway, just look at it and laugh."

"What..." Martin rolled his eyes, grabbed a blanket next to him, and fell asleep.

Merlin took these words seriously, and immediately asked the nightmare next to him what was going on.

Of course, the nightmare just vaguely said something like "the concentration of magic power in the body of orcs in their infancy is too low" and "the combat ability is even worse than that of humans of the same age."

...

And now Marshall has not slept all night, and the physical and mental shocks are constantly tormenting her.

She didn't know why Xia suddenly jumped up and attacked her with a roar. Even though the black wolf-orc was still very weak and was about to faint in the next second, he still stretched out his soft claws...

.

She didn't know why Dong kept saying "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry" next to her.

She didn't even know why the soldier beside her raised the spear in his hand very naturally and even in a pre-arranged manner, and pierced Xia Rou's weak body.

In the end, she didn't understand why Xia, who was paralyzed on the head of the gun, was staring at her, and she didn't know why his eyes also contained a sense of loneliness and guilt, as well as an inexplicable desire.

Xia's blood splashed all over her body, and before she could scream, her body was picked up by a soldier whose name she didn't know, and she was further and further away from Dong Yue, who was also picked up by his company.

Dong was thrown into the cage again, and the huge impact caused him to vomit out what he had just eaten, even with bits and pieces of sticky blood...

She cried all night and didn't eat any supper.

"Good morning, princess. It's time to get up now." The maid's voice came from the bedside, gentle but unfamiliar.

"I...I don't want to think about it now."

"King Charles wants to see you."

"What?"

She was startled for a moment, and her eyes regained some clarity.

"King Charles has summoned you for something, and it should be about the orcs..." The maid lowered her head and bowed to Marshall again with a slight apology.

"Okay, please allow me to take some time to get dressed."

Marshall finally nodded, waved to the maid, got dressed silently, and did some simple grooming.

Soon she finished tidying up. Although she didn't have breakfast, she was not in the mood to have breakfast now.

She was now facing the slightly teasing gaze of King Charles, with a blank look on her face.

"Poor little Marshall..." Charlie stood on the throne and gently touched the tip of his nose with his right hand, "Were you okay yesterday?"

"No...it's okay." Marshall responded softly.

"But because of this incident... the relationship between our Yaris people and the orcs seems to have dropped to another level... Haha..."

This is a fact, because Yaris is a newspaper that can be read by people across the country, and people who can afford it will inevitably read one every day.

Even people who cannot see the latest newspapers can still pick up one or two on the road that day and get a glimpse of them.

"No...it's not..." Marshall was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but take a half step back, "I don't understand-"

At this moment, King Charles suddenly laughed. He waved away the guards and ministers around him, and even asked Philip to close the door and go out.

In an instant, a hoarse, indescribable, and extremely arrogant laughter roared wantonly in the political hall, making the panicked Marshall's hair stand on end.

"I didn't expect it...Aiyuni..."

What!

Marshall's breathing was trembling. King Charles's eyes were protruding in front of him, and unfamiliar syllables were popping out of his mouth quickly.

"I have prepared a gift for you... I believe you will like it very much... As long as you capture that scene, no one will know the truth!"

"Very useful... This is very useful! Orcs are also worthy of being my vassals of Yaris... Such nondescript things..."

Marshall's pupils shrank suddenly. She quickly digested what Charlie just said, and a layer of indescribable gloom and anger emerged in her heart.

"That's right! It's what you thought!" Charlie looked down at the horrified Marshall below him and laughed again, "I didn't expect that an illusory condition could make those two beasts obey your words. How stupid!"

"That's right, I asked Hogg to capture them and made an appointment with them. As long as they attack you when they meet you, you can let them go."

Marshall pursed his lower lip tightly and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Then why didn't you let them go? They didn't really hurt me, and your purpose was achieved, wasn't it?"

"They have no use value." Charlie chuckled, "The promises made do not necessarily need to be kept...Haha!"

They have no use anymore... which shows that she still has use.

The anger and sadness in Marshall's heart went hand in hand, but he couldn't vent it.

If the two of them are released, they may cause trouble and make this secret public, which is not good for the establishment of the Yaris regime.

Marshall frowned, her analysis hitting the mark.

She wanted very much to yell at Charlie, saying that he was not a human being and that he was a heinous bastard.

But she wants to live, and only by living can she have the capital to reverse the situation.

...

At dusk, a corner is dark, humid, and cold.

A burly body was shrouded in a gray robe, surrounded by traffic, and the sound of wind snoring echoed at the end of the alley.

He held a wet newspaper in his hand.

"The Yaris".

Wow!

The next moment, he tore the newspaper into pieces with a swipe of his arms, then turned around and left without stopping.

Between the robes, you can vaguely see a thick and long brown-yellow striped tiger tail swinging angrily.

As he walked, a heart-wrenching creaking sound emanated from his whole body.

He walked out of the cold alley and entered the warm dusk.

He pulled off his robe.
Chapter completed!