Take Taobao with you to another world

The results of the first academic ability test came out, and the education team spent a day revising the papers, counting the data, and then submitted a summary report to Yunshen.

For Yun Shen, the results of this test were within the ideal range, but the education team was not satisfied with it, thinking that the orcs had diverted their energies to other areas, which would be detrimental to the next teaching plan.After referring to Boss' opinion, Yunshen handed over the autonomy to the education team. The people he brought out already have a certain foundation. As long as there is enough information, there is no need for him to supervise anything. The most important thing is Yes, they know the key to the job.

The results after the statistics were posted in the stairwell, so that the young orcs could see them up and down. As expected, they pinched again. They didn't dare to go too far, but this result was a stimulus to the confident orcs of the two races.There are only two people in the third level of academic evaluation, half of the werewolves and foxes, and a lot of people in the second level, and the absolute number of werewolves is slightly more. In terms of proportion, the foxes are dominant, and the first level is no longer for them. difference.

When the children were arguing endlessly about who was smarter and more powerful, the leaders of the two races here had no opinion on the result.Such a perfect balance makes Tira almost think that this is the intentional arrangement of the magician, while Boss is a little happy. He is in the reserve team and knows the gap between people like himself and humans. The academic standard of the magician is level one. Usually, the second level has potential, and the third level has great potential. Children who reach the third level can not only receive personal guidance from the magician, but also have the right to choose the class they will be directly promoted to.He doesn't particularly care about the fact that the proportion of children with second-level academic ability is much lower than that of the fox clan, as long as someone can get the inheritance of the magician, even [-]% is enough.

Therefore, when the magician told him that these children also had a holiday, and they could go back to the tribe to visit their families while Xueting was in the snow, he was somewhat disapproving.Regardless of whether he didn't take it seriously, he still told the other werewolves the news, and the child was also very excited when he confirmed who would lead the team.During the more than a month in this settlement, many people have obtained their own work credit cards with assistance such as snow removal, transport, potato chip cutting, and warehouse tidying. Some small things are enough. Those children who resisted collective labor regret it now. Fortunately, the teachers said that they can take away the needed items first, but they have to do things like others in the future.

Faint sunlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, and the haze has not yet dissipated, but this light seems to brighten the sky and the earth. The temperature of the light on the body can hardly be felt, and the wind blows on the face like a thin blade. However, a few days ago, when a basin of water was poured from upstairs, it would slam into lumps when it landed. Now they are standing outside, but they just feel a little freezing.

Boss took off the lambskin gloves, and smoothed the rough hair of the beast beside him. The mighty big wolf squatted on the ground, his tail swayed slightly, and his blue eyes looked at the noisy young wolf not far away. people.Everyone put on cotton coats and cotton boots. The gloves were slightly different from those of adult werewolves. They were made of woolen wool. Boss had seen those human women sitting in groups together, using slender wooden sticks Weaving the scenes of talking and laughing, even knowing that this is everyone's welfare, he still feels that the magician treats these little brats unnecessarily well.

"Boss," a werewolf came over, "it's almost there."

Boss nodded. None of the ones they brought was trash. This time was enough for them to finish their outfits. The giant white wolf also stood up following his movements, "Let's go then."

Although he received news from the human side, Ska himself was not in the tribe when Perth brought people back.

In a certain mountain far away from the tribe, the heavy snow for days has wrapped the entire mountain in a white and cold silence, but there is only an inconspicuous recess with undiminished greenness, green sedges covering the crevices and stones, Water vapor condenses into water droplets on their thick and tender leaves, and then slowly slides down along the veins, seeping into the bushes, and the curling white water mist transpires around, isolating the chill between the sky and the earth, surrounded by warm spring water gushing from the ground. Out of a small clear water, the tall black-haired werewolf leaned against the boulder, his muscular shoulders were exposed above the water, and his golden-green eyes narrowed comfortably.

Soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter is an enjoyment that is hard to refuse. This is the territory of Sachel, but the person who discovered this hot spring was not a werewolf. At the beginning, it was just a puddle of broken stones. The two teenagers who became the beauty they are today have also passed the frivolous age.

Inconspicuous footsteps came from the side, Scar's ears moved slightly, and he looked to the side, with white hair tied behind his head, a red-eyed pharmacist in white clothes came towards him with a basket, his size was considered to be among the members of his clan It is definitely not strong, and its steps are light. When it comes over like this, it seems that it can't even bend the sedge.

"Not all of it was drunk by you. Also, this is herbal medicine, which can cure snake venom." The pharmacist put the basket full of clover on the shore, and looked at him helplessly, "I said, I really don't want to go back. Have a look?"

"What's there to see, what else can a group of little brats do except quarrel." Scar said.

"What did the sorcerer teach them, don't you care?" the pharmacist asked.

"It's only been a month, and they can learn root hair," Scar said nonchalantly, "We'll talk about it after this winter."

Looking up and seeing Medicine Master's expression, he sneered, "Thinking so much, isn't the old ghost over there?"

"But..." The pharmacist wants to say that the problem is not this, but your attitude.

"I'm just too lazy to bother. I'll go back when they're gone. Boss will be here anyway." Scar said, "Okay, give me your hand."

Scar's attitude was too natural, even though he didn't know what he wanted to do, the pharmacist still rolled up his sleeves and extended his hand to him.Scar grabbed his wrist with his wet left hand, and exerted force before the pharmacist could react.

Apothecary's angry voice sounded from the splash of water: "Ska Nightmare! My clothes!".

"Sometimes I really don't know what to worry about." Scar said with his hands wrapped around the pharmacist's flutter, his chin resting on his thin shoulders, while pulling off his hair tie, making the white hair smoother than it looked. The hair slipped from his fingers, "Could it be worse now than in the past?"

Pharmacist's movements stopped. There was no one else here, only the sound of gurgling water. After a moment of silence, he said, "...I'm just used to it."

"Then change it." Ska said lightly, maintaining this embrace-like posture, pressing his broad palm on the back of the pharmacist, and pressing the smooth textured lines against his palm, "I have been doing this for so many years. Thinking about wearing so many clothes for soaking in a hot spring, isn’t it too cumbersome?”

"...you wait for me." The pharmacist grabbed his hand.

Scar stopped moving behind him, but raised the pharmacist's face with the other hand, and looked at him, "Or is it because you are ashamed of your figure in front of me?"

The face of the pharmacist who was poked into anger changed, and Scar looked down at him. Maybe it was because of his emotions. The color of the pharmacist's eyes seemed to be brighter than usual. On the white clothes, a drop of water fell along the tip of his hair, and Scar's eyes followed its trajectory, from the cheek outline that was much softer than that of a werewolf, the white neck, all the way to the collarbone.

But before he instinctively gnawed away, the pharmacist held his chin with one hand and pushed his whole head back.

"...!" Scar bit his tongue, and his mouth immediately smelled of blood. When he gasped, the pharmacist pushed him away, waded to the other side of the hot spring, and then walked back.Seeing the things in his hands, Scar's face changed drastically.

"You don't need to do this, do you?!"

"I almost forgot, it's December now." The pharmacist said, "Okay, come here."

When Bosi, who had been waiting in the tribe for two days, saw his patriarch again, although the other party looked good, he seemed to be in a rather bad mood.He involuntarily turned his gaze to Medicine Master, but the human being he respected the most just gave him a smile, and then walked away.

Although werewolves have no reproduction restrictions like ordinary humans, there are always a few months of each year when their blood will be particularly strong.The pharmacist has nursed Scar every year since his youth. After all, that unbearable experience hurt not only Scar’s dignity, but also his body. Especially when he lost his mind and tore the big shaman alive, his followers After slaughtering all the patriarchs, his overdrawn body was on the verge of collapse, and after lying down for less than five days, he got up again and regained the position of patriarch.

That period of time was also completely unpleasant for the pharmacist. As a human being who was allowed to follow by the current patriarch, he received a lot of criticism, and he didn't have much means of self-protection.Fortunately, Scar survived, and it took him seven years to mend Scar's hidden wounds. After that, he chose prescriptions every year according to Scar's physical condition. As the years began to slide, and his appearance began to age irresistibly, Scar looked little changed.

So the side effects of a little abstinence are not a bad thing in his view.

Scar supported his head and listened to Boss's words. The smell of medicine was still lingering in his mind, and there was nothing in his mouth, but it still made him sick in retrospect.

"We just learned the news," Boss said, "I don't know how the magician will decide."

"The black-haired magician won't send them back," Scar snorted, "We are the ones who are in trouble."

In fact, in the afternoon when the news spread, someone approached the pharmacist.Seeing the werewolf woman begging him with her child in her arms, it took the pharmacist a while to figure out what happened during the two days when he and Scar were away.The return of those werewolf teenagers who studied in human settlements is of course a happy thing for their families and families, and the experience of the teenagers there has also made many adult werewolves very concerned. Human beings ruled by magicians What a rich life they lived, most werewolves have heard of it to some extent, but there are some details that only those who have really lived will pay attention to.In those teenagers' families, the fathers and brothers pay attention to human weapons, the laws of life and the taboos of magicians, while the other half of the women care about more detailed things. They cannot comment on the attitudes of magicians towards women, but The care of the mysterious and powerful black-haired magician for the elderly, women and children is true, especially for children.

Including the time spent on the road, the teenagers could only stay in the tribe for about a day. When they left the next day, at least half of them left everything they could to their families—because of the interference of the patriarch and the pharmacist, some More than half of the werewolf teenagers came from distant families that were not rich, and they also brought the blessings of their relatives and some special products of the tribe.Herein lies the problem.Someone brought what shouldn't be brought over.

When the manager of the dormitory found out, two children under one year old had already entered the human settlement, and one of them was a baby girl.

The pharmacist didn't have time to reprimand them for the stupidity of this practice. Every September is the time when the werewolf tribe gave birth intensively. Their children are stronger than human babies, but the way of care is simple and rude. Every winter when diseases occur frequently, there are children Childhood deaths, even though the apothecary would treat sick children and teach their parents how to brew herbs, were still uncommon, and there were other reasons... the apothecary had to turn to Scar.

Looking at the red-faced werewolf baby with a weak voice and the werewolf boy with a tangled expression in the arms of the middle-aged woman who was also the host, Lyle touched his chin involuntarily.

Just wrapped it up and stuffed it in a package and brought it here, it's lucky that these two children didn't die.The older baby girl was said to have been neglected because the family was too big and had too many children, and the other was a hybrid of a werewolf and a human. The two older brothers who brought them here did not know whether they were naive or reckless. Since the beast relatives can live with those preparatory knights, it is no problem for them to share what they eat to feed their younger brothers and sisters, not to mention that there are people who have to take turns in the nursery every day. Milk paid in kind is not a problem either, and this is not within the scope of the prescribed violation of discipline.

The only problem, Lyle thought, was that it was impossible for the magician to approve of raising children as animals.

After receiving the notification, someone from the medical room soon came to take the two babies away. Lyle used his own power to put the two werewolf teenagers in confinement. He could only ask the magician what to do next.

To his surprise, the sorcerer didn't particularly care about it.

"Master, once this precedent is set, the future..."

"Never mind," said the Warlock, "I'll get them ready, and we'll have to face more of these before long."

Lyle was startled, "You mean...?"

The magician smiled at him, "I plan to make the plan go faster."