Miss Torturer just wants to fish

Although Rose seems to be only at the elite level, in this dangerous and very strange forbidden place, the role that the priests of the Church of Light can play far exceeds her own strength.

A priest of the Church of Light, before her power is exhausted, is equivalent to a small mobile hospital!

Ordinary injuries and difficult negative states can all be resolved quickly!

"I will pay you according to the normal remuneration!"

The head of the huge mercenary group said seriously.

"That's not necessary, just show us the way and let me go to a city with a bright church."

Rose smiled, with a holy and noble expression on her face, and folded her hands on her chest.

The head of the huge mercenary group showed a moved expression on his face, and kept rubbing his hands.

"Oh, that's really embarrassing... that's really embarrassing."

As the head of the group said so, it happened that the pot also boiled.

He stood up, picked up a large rice bowl, poured two spoonfuls of rotten boiled grain broth, and filled the rice bowl to the full.

"Come on, Your Excellency Doyle, eat more! Your sister is not in good health...you have to eat enough!"

The head of the mercenary regiment is able to be a respectable person, because he pays attention to how to repay kindness and be a good person.

But Rose's face turned green in an instant.

She didn't intend to eat this stuff to get full!

And this kind of wonderful misunderstanding led to such an embarrassing situation that I obviously didn't want it and there was no way to shirk it...

always feel a little familiar...

"Thank you, then I'll be more polite."

Rose took the rice bowl with a smile on her face.

The more she looked at the head of the mercenary group, the more she felt that he was...a bit like a Lord Demon King.

524 The Shabby Tent in the Black Lake Enters the Autumn Night, Deceiving Dorothy, the Master and Disciple!

After eating the portable pig food from the mercenaries, Rose very much regretted not showing it to everyone.

It's so unpalatable, even saying it's pig food is a bit of a compliment to what these mercenaries eat.

The pigs she raised in the torture tower were much more nutritious and delicious than this one.

However, most mercenaries do have this split "sense of contradiction".

After finishing the mission, he might spend all the rewards without keeping a penny and enjoy them, but when he leaves the mission, he can suddenly transform into an ascetic monk.

This made Rose feel very puzzled.

It seems that all mercenaries can completely separate their "work" and "life" into two people or two modes.

Rose didn't feel that way at all.

Of course, the main reason may be because she simply doesn't want to work.

Pay attention to enjoyment in life, and how to live in work.

But no matter what, she finished eating with a very happy expression.

On the contrary, Dorothy was not very picky. The little girl who was born as a princess ate in small bites without any change in her expression.

After finishing the dinner, Rose briefly treated a few injured mercenaries, and was taken to a tent by the former deputy head of the female knight.

The specifications of this tent are naturally far inferior to those that Rose would carry, but it also has the basic function of keeping out the cold.

It just doesn't look that spacious.

"Then, why don't Lord Doyle and Miss Patch stay there for the night?"

After the female knight said so, Rose nodded slightly.

"Thank you anyway."

She got into the tent with Dorothy.

This is the most common portable tent in the field. The tarpaulin made of tough plant fibers is dried and fixed with the tendons and bones of monsters. There is a low-quality crystal lamp inside.

After injecting a bit of magic power, the muddy light illuminated the small tent that no one could stand up, and the texture of plant fibers on the tarpaulin could be seen.

There is a single bed of thin straw mats spread out on the ground, which is the "bed" for two people.

Rose watched this crude scene, sat on the ground, and showed an embarrassed look to Dorothy.

"Sorry, Dorothy . . . we may have to make it through the night."

She sat cross-legged beside the straw mat, scratched her head and said.

"It's okay, teacher."

Dorothy also sat beside Rose by the way.

It wasn't sitting opposite Rose, although there was a lot of space opposite her.

But Dorothy, quite naturally, sat beside Rose in the same direction.

Then leaned gently on Rose's body.

"That's pretty good too."

Dorothy said softly.

Although I hugged Dorothy almost all the way when I was riding a horse before, but...

It is different from now.

The girl took the initiative to lean on her gently, and in such a relatively closed space...

Rose felt her heart beat slightly faster.

This is a completely different concept from hugging while riding a horse.

"Calm down, Rose, she's your student."

Rose took a deep breath gently, adjusting her mood.

She admitted that for a moment, she was somewhat distracted.

But this is the disciple who lost his memory after all.

The moment she had this thought, Rose even felt a little ashamed for herself!

But she didn't want to push Dorothy away directly, so she just patted Dorothy's head lightly.

"Sleep, Dorothy," she said, taking out a feather quilt from the space and spreading it on the straw mat, "you can sleep on the quilt, I'll just sleep on the side."

This tent does not allow another quilt to be spread out.

Dorothy touched the soft, fragrant feather comforter, looked at Rose, and blinked.

"Then how can it be, teacher, why don't we sleep together?"

Rose shook her head immediately when she heard Dorothy's words.

"No, it's okay, it's too crowded," Rose said, waving her hand, "I'll sleep next to it!"

To be honest, if it wasn't for worrying about causing Dorothy to feel negative emotions about being rejected, she would have wanted to sit outside the tent all night.

After Rose finished speaking, Dorothy couldn't help but continue to explain, showing the dignity of a teacher rarely.

"Okay, you're on your way tomorrow, you have to rest now—sleep!"

After speaking, Rose extinguished the little magic lamp hanging on the top of the tent.

The tent was plunged into darkness.

But this is not completely dark, after all, the plant fiber tarpaulin still has a little bit of light transmission.

In the wild night sky, the starlight is unavoidably bright, so a little bit of light still seeps through.

As in the silent sea.

Rose lay down beside the straw mat, looked at the silhouette of Dorothy sitting on the quilt, and urged her again.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep!"

Dorothy finally knew that she might not be able to hold Rose back, so she nodded slightly.

"Okay, teacher."

As she said so, she gently began to unbutton the buttons on her body with both hands.

When she was in the city lord's mansion, she had already changed out of her doll costume and put on the robe she usually wears.

There are two fixed buttons on the neckline, and after unbuttoning, a large area of ​​creamy white is revealed.

Reflecting the faint starlight, the lines of blood vessels and those sharp marks under the pale skin are clearly visible.

She rolled up the hem of the robe with both hands, gently raised her arms to stretch her waist, and awkwardly got out of the robe with its own lining.

The naked, slender upper body was exposed.

There is only a pair of small underwear on the lower body.

Rose watched this scene and couldn't help licking her upper lip.

She quickly turned her eyes away, trying hard to forget the scene she saw in the darkness just now.

But no matter what, I can't forget it.

The action of the girl taking off her clothes is really cute and youthful.

The sound of rustling clothes, and the cursed body that is endearing and beautiful at the same time...

Although Rose had seen Dorothy barely naked once when she first met her, but to save people from illness and Dorothy to take off her clothes are completely different things.

What's more, the state of mind is different now, and the feelings are also very different.

"What are you doing?"

After turning her head, Rose felt that it seemed a little deliberate, so she couldn't help asking.

But Rose regretted asking this question.

It made her seem even more stupid and deliberate.

But Dorothy was natural.

"I'm taking off my clothes." Her eyes seemed to have gradually adapted to the dark and weak light environment. "Although I don't have any impression, but I seem to be the one who goes to bed without clothes... If it troubles the teacher, I You can also wear it."

As Dorothy said this, Rose still turned her back to her, but waved her hands.

"Ah, no, no, it's okay, it's okay, you can come here as you feel comfortable."

As Rose said so, Dorothy was silent for a while.

"Well then, I'll get under the quilt... I just happen to be a little cold."

As Dorothy said this, there was a rustling sound behind Rose, and a small sound of air falling after the feather quilt was lifted.

"call."

Then, Dorothy's voice sounded again.

"Okay, Miss Rose, turn around."

Rose listened to Dorothy's words, and twisted her body to face Dorothy again.

Then, what she saw...

It was the duvet that had changed shape a little, and Dorothy was still lying on her side on the duvet.

Her hands naturally folded on her chest, squeezing out the girl's newly developed gully.

Looking at Rose's face, there was a playful smile that Rose had never seen when she was with Dorothy in the past.

Dorothy, who was close at hand, gently stretched out a finger and touched the tip of Rose's nose.

"Teacher, I lied to you."

She spoke softly, with a girlish smile in her tone.

These were words that Dorothy, who had never lost her memory, would never say.