"So......" Ye Chen took a bite of the black bread, "This place was once colonized by orcs?" ”

"Yes, sir...... I don't know how they broke through God's seal, but ......" The woman hung her head in grief and buried her face in her palm. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Boroche was also ...... by them a year ago"

Ye Chen patted the woman's shoulder with his hand: "I'm sorry for your husband's matter. ”

He put the brown bread in his hand on the plate and moved it aside: "I am also very grateful for your ...... But, ma'am, I need your help. I forgot everything when I woke up in the forest. I had no idea who I really was, and now I was covered in wounds of unknown causes, so ...... Can you tell me where I am now? ”

"Seine Prairie, my lord. It's a dangerous place, and it's a miracle that you can come out of it. The woman's expression returned to calm.

"Yes, ma'am, it's dangerous. I don't know why, but it seems to absorb my strength......" Ye Chen seemed to think of something, and hurriedly added: "And my memory." ”

"Adult ......"

"You don't need to call me sir. I still remember my name and call me ...... Nerul. ”

"No, sir. You 'fireworks' people saved our lives. Let's not wipe out the Fluke race. This is the respect you 'fireworks' people deserve. ”

"She should be talking about the 'Yanhuang' clan...... What's going on, this thing also has quality issues? Ye Chen thought

"Okay...... Ye Chen rubbed his forehead with some pain, "Besides, madam, this magical little pill you gave me is ...... This magic pill so I can understand what you're saying. How long does it last? ”

"Rest assured, it's better quality than you think." The woman smiled her trademark smile again. "You can keep it that way for up to a month."

"Whew, that's good." Ye Chen let out a long breath. "But I haven't asked your ...... yet"

"My name is Serena, my lord."

Ye Chen seemed to be disgusted by this name, and an expression of extreme helplessness and pain appeared on his face. Then he swallowed the remaining brown bread and slowly rose from his chair.

"Lady Serena, I can't accept your help in vain. If you have any heavy work in your house, leave it to me! ”

As soon as Selena wanted to get up from her chair and say something, Ye Chen bent down very rudely and pressed her hands on Serena's shoulders: "Please, madam, this will disturb my conscience." ”

Serena seemed a little shy to step back. She pulled out of Ye Chen's hand in a way that was not malicious in her eyes.

She was about to say something, but after seeing Ye Chen's eyes, she gave up again: "Okay, Lord Nerul, there is still a cow in my family that has not been milked. ”

"Okay." Ye Chen turned around, intending to open the door and leave.

Serena grabbed Ye Chen's hand: "Lord Nerul, your clothes haven't been ...... yet"

Ye Chen looked down at the dress on his body. The face became piping hot.

Serena stepped out the door first: "I'll go and see if Poroche's clothes are dry." ”

Poroche was supposed to be a butcher when he was alive. Ye Chen thought.

The shirt was sewn out of rough twine, and the old pants had many patches and blood stains on them. The shoes are made of cowhide. And his apron, for convenience, was sewn together with the clothes. Generally speaking, this kind of guy is either a workaholic or a poor ghost. Ye Chen was very willing to believe the latter.

Ye Chen also experienced the ****** of medieval European women's clothing when he was undressing. That chest bind even Ye Chen himself felt tight. However, Ye Chen also believed that this was Serena's helplessness.

"How much did we Chinese help the French to make them respect a strange Oriental so much?" Ye Chenjue's laughter was a little ridiculous. "We have an Eight-Nation Coalition in that world...... Feng Shui takes turns. ”

"Serena, this guy is really careful, and she really doesn't ...... this dress at all."

Ye Chen suddenly thought of something. He felt a pluralistic mouth.

"Hey, hey! Hey! Ye Chen suddenly lowered his head, "She is our savior!" Calm me down! I'm the boss! ”

Fortunately, Serena was not kind enough to put on her underwear for Ye Chen, otherwise the next few chapters would probably turn sour. However, it is difficult to say whether France invented this thing at that time......

Ye Chen hurriedly put on the remaining clothes and hurriedly walked out of the room.

As a result, when he opened the door, he saw a cute little girl.

"Hello, sir." The little girl politely gave Ye Chen a not-so-skilled skirt salute. "My name is Tina, Grace. Bar. Tina. ”

"Goo......" Ye Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva. You...... You...... Hello ......"

His expression was a little nervous, "Look for it...... Is there anything you can do with me......"

"I want to see what the warriors God has sent to save us are like." Tina took a few steps towards Ye Chen, "Hehe, it's very cute!" ”

Ye Chen's face was densely covered with beads of sweat, and it was obvious that the reason was not because of the heat: "Don't call me an adult...... Call me Nerul...... Mutter...... Just fine."

"Good! Brother Nerul! Tina came to Ye Chen's side. Can you hug me? ”

Ye Chen's face turned from miserable white to red, and then turned red and turned miserable green: "Uh...... Tina, I want to ...... Your mother needs my help...... So ......"

Ye Chen couldn't finish the sentences, his mind went blank, and he fled from here as if he was flying.

"Brother Nerul! It's a dung depot over there! ”

Ye Chen in the distance immediately turned a corner and ran to the other side—until he ran to a cow with bulging milk.

"Whew...... Call...... Call...... Didn't think of ...... Call...... This problem is still ...... Call...... Can't change ......"

Ye Chen walked to the bench next to the cow and sat down, and continued to pant: "I knew earlier...... Call...... I should have seen my psychiatrist...... Treat...... It's a pity, but it's a pity there's no such thing here. ”

He took the bucket from the ground behind the wooden bench and placed it under the cow's suckling room in front of him.

So, what do you do now? Do you sing a song of persuasion? Ye Chen stretched out his hands. Forget it, if you scare the cow to death, you have to pay for it. ”

Ye Chen is indeed an out-and-out intellectual, but he is also a farmer. Although he didn't milk milk when he was a child, he could remember it in his mind when he saw others milking it.

However, just as Ye Chen was about to stretch out his hand and touch the milk room of the female animal in the real sense of the word for the first time, a loud roar suddenly came from behind him.