Marshall couldn't believe his eyes.

She never imagined that the person she saw during afternoon tea was actually in a cage!

The iron cage in front of him was stained with rust, and was coated with some sticky blood stains. The Yaris spring afternoon sun could dry these blood stains three or four times.

It's not so much an orc as it is two dirty giant fur balls.

Marshall tried hard to distinguish, comparing the shapes of the two orcs in front of him with the animals in the encyclopedias he had read, and finally concluded that both of them belonged to the canine family.

It should be two werewolves...

One of them should be white, and the other's hair should be pure black.

However, their bodies were covered with countless dust, mud, and other indistinguishable stains.

Pieces of dried blood were caked on the soft hair, mixed with the brown soil, showing a shocking dark red color, and then turned into a bright cinnabar color under the sunlight.

Marshall swallowed, looked around cautiously, and found a circle of soldiers standing around, as if to protect her.

William followed her silently, his face expressionless.

She was a little hesitant. She was obviously wearing such luxurious clothes, but the other person was in an iron cage, listless, even dying.

This is obviously a farce!

"Alas..." William sighed, and gently brushed her right shoulder with his left hand, comforting her almost silently, "Go, there should be two cubs on the opposite side, and King Charlie should just want you to show off.

"

Marshall looked back at William's face, a trace of helplessness and confusion flashed in her eyes, but she finally made up her mind and let her stiff body move away.

With lightning speed, she took off the shining crown on her head, took off the snow-white fur on her shoulders, then pulled off her inner dark purple robe, and put it into the hands of William, who was still in a daze.

There was no way she could do such a thing...

It is indeed her... She is still extremely stubborn.

William curled his lips, shook his head faintly, and his eyes brightened slightly.

He rubbed his left hand, and the light of magic flowed from his fingertips, and these elegant and luxurious clothes disappeared from his hand immediately.

At this time, Charles and the eunuch Philip beside him were watching Marshall through the magic mirror.

"King Charles..." Philip also knew the character of the little princess. After all, he had been accompanying Marshall for many years.

I don’t know what the new king will think of her...

Why are you so forthright...Marshall, you are sending yourself to the guillotine!

"Haha..." Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had guessed everything, "It's okay, I think this might be better."

Although he didn't know much about the princess's character, based on Philip's report, he could definitely deduce that Marshall would do this.

He gradually leaned back, leaned against the back of the throne, crossed his legs, and tapped the armrests of the seat with pleasure.

Marshall stepped forward and quickly ran to the iron cage, wanting to ask the soldiers on both sides if they had the key.

But before she could do that, a man in black armor swung the rusty iron door open.

"Get out!" There was a low cry and a violent thud - the soldier kicked the iron cage violently.

The two little guys whimpered and rolled out of the iron door. Due to the barbs on the rusted iron spots, a few more pieces of the hair of the two wolf-orcs were inevitably torn off.

Marshall could clearly see the dirty hair and blood stains at the roots.

She couldn't help but gasped.

Now Marshall's heart is broken.

You asked me to meet the orcs, and I agreed, but I won’t see him in this state! At least I can wash my face and feel refreshed!

Also, why were they released from the iron cage? It was like visiting a prisoner! This is not reasonable at all!

The more important point is, should I say hello to them now, or should I ask them to wipe themselves clean!

As a result, Marshall's pace gradually slowed down and her face showed embarrassment. She was not afraid of being dirty, but she was afraid that she would not be able to say a word when they were face to face.

Of course, the same goes for the two wolf orcs opposite. They grunted and reluctantly dragged their bloody claws over step by step.

Marshall swallowed, his brain spinning rapidly.

To be honest, when I took a closer look, these two juvenile wolf-orcs were not as ugly as I thought. On the contrary, they looked strangely naive and cute.

Anyway, just like a dog...a dog...

At this time, the soldier who had just opened the iron cage kicked the two wolf orcs on the buttocks. His face was covered by his armor, so it was impossible to see who it was.

The two orcs screamed in pain, opened their small mouths, and bits of blood spattered.

They rolled over, trying to maintain the balance of their bodies, staggering to their feet, and their pace became faster accordingly.

A muffled sentence came from the gap in the armor.

"The person in front of you is Princess Yaris, Marshall." He snorted again and continued, "You two ungrateful beasts, tell me your names."

Marshall saw the bloody scene completely. In order to prevent the two little guys from being beaten by the soldiers next to them, she ran over quickly.

Overall, Marshall is still half a head taller than these two little beasts.

"My name is Dong." This is the white wolf orc.

"My name is Xia." The black wolf-orc said weakly.

"My name is Marshall, and I am the princess of Yaris." Marshall quickly lowered his head and carefully examined the figures of the two little beasts.

I don't know how much thinner I look...

Their body shape is completely supported by their hair. If all the hair on their body was shaved, only two-thirds would be left.

"You can... you can give it to us..." Dong said weakly.

"Give what?"

"Drink some water, just a little, a little is fine..." After saying that, the poor white wolf covered his mouth, coughed violently, and a little blood came out, "Please..."

It had been four days since their arrest, during which time they had not had a drop of water.

"Okay!" Marshall immediately turned his head and looked at William with a pleading look.

However, William already held a pot of mild tea in his hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

"Give." William cherished his words like gold.

The two little beasts carefully drank the tea and licked their lips with satisfaction.

Although Marshall was kneeling on the lawn and his knees were stained with dirt, he was still many times cleaner than these two little beasts.

"I'm his brother." Although Xia's voice was still weak, it was much better than before.

Marshall was a little curious as to why the two werewolves spoke Yaris, but now was not the time to ask.

William came again and touched Marshall's shoulder, still smiling, his straight formal suit shining brightly in the afternoon sun.

Just like a waiter.

This is a plate of biscuits. Marshall usually eats one or two with tea during afternoon tea, but not too much.

Because it will make you fat...

As soon as the plate was stretched out in front of the two wolf orcs, with Marshall's acquiescence, the two immediately grabbed it and ate it to their death.

Xia took a deep look at Marshall before stretching out his claws, unlike his brother who grabbed him and ate him desperately.

Marshall felt that this look was like an unfathomable black spring.

That may be the courage to live towards death...
Chapter completed!