Mowglitte undressed, got into the blanket and lay down against the orc. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The contents of the info bed were all changed and washed, and it smelled of mint very nicely. The fragrance of the magical materials on the orc's body was gone. The gray dwarf kissed Kate's smooth back gently. He grabbed her tail hidden in the quilt and said, "I'm sorry!" and fell asleep.

Morkriet was so tired that she let out a slight snoring after a while. Uniform and powerful.

The orc let go of the dagger hidden under the pillow and tried to free the tail from the grasp of the man behind her, only to find that the ball of flesh at the end of the tail was always held tightly in his hand. A low wail rang out in the room, and soon fell silent, followed by two snorts. This night, the orcs slept very soundly, as if they had returned to the valley of their childhood, and the summer breeze was blowing in their faces. Orioles sing in the branches, and butterflies flutter in the grass. The barefoot little orcs were running, through the valley and up the hillside.

News of a riot in the Purgatory Tavern soon spread throughout White Stone. Many adventurers were ready to see the excitement with a gloating mentality, Mowglitte in Purgatory had been missing for more than two weeks, and the news from the lord was that the gray dwarf had lost his way in the wilderness, and he was lost in the wilderness in the cold and dark rain.

"It's a big piece of fat, and that little man's good luck is coming to an end. By the time he returned, it was estimated that Purgatory had turned to ashes. Someone laughed happily.

"Isn't it, there's only one tavern in the whole of Whitestone, and Morgaret earns more in one night than we all earn in a month. Someone said jealously.

"Look, look, the clerk of White Rock Town hates purgatory!" said a voice from the darkness.

"The tax collector was also jealous of the little gray dwarf, and heard that Morgaret had become William's godfather, and was now a baron of Whitestone. There was a whisper from an adventurer.

"So our blacksmith is now a nobleman, no wonder the drunkards of Purgatory have been getting more and more beautiful lately, and I know that nobles don't have a good thing. I think Morgridle is still like a good person, I can't imagine that he will fall so quickly. The adventurer's voice was so small that only his friends around him could hear it clearly.

Soon the news of Morgritte's return to Whitestone spread, and soon the news spread that the riots in the Purgatory Tavern had been quelled. Those who made up their minds to see the joke were disappointed.

The broken wood swept out of the Purgatory Tavern and the shriveled corpses brought out made the adventurer interested in what was going on inside the Purgatory Tavern. It's a pity that the closed gates of Purgatory keep adventurers out.

Closed, a notice was posted on the door of the Purgatory Tavern. As for when it will reopen, the Minotaur of the Purgatory Tavern did not give a specific time.

When Morkriet awoke, her mind was clear, and the candle in the center of the room was only a faint flame. The melted candle forms a puddle of red maps on the tabletop. The orc was not in the room, and Mowglitte touched the position next to him, which was still warm, indicating that the orc had only left for a while.

With a squeak, the white oak door was pushed open. The orc walked in with a plate, "Dear Mr. Douglas, your breakfast!"

"Thank you, my dear darling!" was the life of a noble lord, and Morgaret happily got up from her bed. Put on Kate's prepared clothes, wash up, and sit down at the table to enjoy the breakfast prepared by the orcs.

There is only one chef in the Purgatory Tavern, and that is the orcs next to Mowglitte, so in fact, the steak that Morgaret is enjoying is fried by Kate herself. The taste is familiar to the gray dwarves, seven ripe, and the color is just right. Mowglitte gulped down the juicy steak, and the orc carefully waited on the side, not handing over a white towel and water.

"Kate, I've decided, I'll stay in White Rock in the future. Mowglitte put down the knife and fork in her hand, and carefully wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth, like an old man who had read all the vicissitudes of life, full of tiredness. "I'm an old man, alone, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life anywhere. But in White Rock, I'm relieved. ”

"Yes," the orc said with a surprised expression, one of the characters the lord gave her was to find a way to keep Douglas, "this is the title deed that the lord left you, and a manor in White Rock is near purgatory. You can go over and receive it at any time. Kate pulled out a white animal skin from inside the red maid's dress.

It was only then that Mowglitte had realized that the orc had changed into another outfit, and the black slave outfit she wore last night was too sexy, and it was only suitable for private occasions to be worn to her loved ones. Her current bright red maid outfit wrapped most of her body, outlining the curves of her upper body with black silk edges, and down was a heart-shaped corset, which spread out below the waist and split from the side of her thighs, revealing her long white legs.

Mowglitte's heart was hot, and he vaguely saw Mogg's gray-haired lewd goblin in Frostless City. This dress is definitely not made by ordinary people.

The gray dwarf picked up the white hide and threw it on the table, pulling the orc into his arms. "Kate, from now on, you are the owner of this manor. ”

"Is it true?" the orc couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, I never lie. Kate's fluffy tail was held in the palm of Mowglitte's hand, and then gently pressed the round ball of flesh into various shapes.

"No, Douglas, you can't do that!" the orc struggled in vain.

"What can't it be?" the gray dwarf asked knowingly.

"It's daytime, and there are people walking around everywhere, and people will hear it?"

"Oh yes, what do you hear!" Morgritte put his mouth close to the orc's ear, feeling like Kate in his arms was about to melt, and his hand groped down the fluffy tail. Just as he had envisioned, there was a gap in the hem under the tail for easy access, and from here a wet forest was found in Limoglitte. This is a place he is familiar with, virgin land that has just been cultivated.

Baa, baa, the orc's tail swayed, and the emotion trembled. "Douglas, my Douglas. "The room was full of spring. The orc is like a blooming flower, especially delicate.