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Arya: "Phew... I'll shower right away!!"
The room wasn't big, about the same size as the hero's dormitory, just a simple single room, except it had an extra bathroom.
As I entered the room and looked up, I saw a huge pile of clothes that Arya had left in the closet.
The wardrobe door was open, and you could tell that she had just tidied it up, but since she was an orc, she didn't have many clothes in her living quarters, so the tidying was rather hasty.
They changed their clothes every year, wearing summer clothes under winter clothes, and then making new summer and winter clothes the following year.
They would wear the previous year's clothes all winter long, and would not take a bath in the cold winter unless absolutely necessary.
I wore the furniture for a quarter of a year and then threw it away and got a new one.
Arya has absolutely no idea how to fold clothes. Noel did teach her, but she was too lazy to learn and too lazy to fold them.
In her mind, not folding clothes is not a shameful thing.
The clothes were piled up only after An Yi arrived, simply because clothes scattered everywhere would block the way, so they were piled up.
If the clothes were already a mess, the bed was even more of a disaster.
A large pile of sawdust covered the blanket, with tiny bits scattered everywhere. The other side was a clean area that could barely be identified as a sleeping area.
The only clean spot was a wooden board placed on one side of the bed.
On that wooden board were several small wooden figures with animal ears.
However, their heads were animal-shaped, with clearly pointed, protruding noses.
Arya released An'i's hand, then climbed onto the bed, picked up the wooden plank along with the wooden statue, sat down on the edge of the bed, and patted the blanket beside her.
"An Yi, sit down."
"What's that?" An Yi looked at the wooden statue on her lap, but didn't sit down.
“Sit down and I’ll tell you,” Arya said with a smile, her tail held high behind her, the tip swaying from side to side.
Judging from the sawdust on the bed, Arya has probably been busy working on these wooden statues for the past two days.
So, An Yi chose to sit down and listen to what these wooden statues were all about.
However, he was sitting about three body lengths away from Arya.
"It still smells bad..." Arya lowered her head and sniffed her sleeve.
Annie symbolically sat about one and a half body lengths closer.
Arya's cheeks flushed slightly, then she quickly got back to the point, picking up one of the wooden statues: "Um...!"
After a family member dies, we orcs make a doll for them?
Then, seeing the dolls will feel like they're still watching over us, still with us. "#￠÷＿0〗
"Then, why is it that kind of face?" An Yi asked, looking at the wooden statue.
Arya stroked the puppet's pointed nose with her finger and smiled, "If you ask other orcs, they probably won't know, because this has been passed down for a very, very long time."
But I know that my grandfather told me that.
Grandpa said that a long, long time ago, the orcs believed that after they died, their souls would return in the form of wild beasts to see their relatives.
"For example, the cat-eared tribe will transform into a cat and appear in front of their relatives."
So, the beastmen of a very long time ago, who looked like animals, were perhaps the original form of the souls of our beast-eared race?
Because when we are first born, we cannot speak, nor are we very intelligent. Like animals, we only act on instinct.
Therefore, after death, they will revert to the appearance of animals.
These dolls are the embodiment of their souls.
An Yi nodded: "I see."
"actually……"
After saying just two words, Arya's eyes started to sting.
She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and continued;
"Actually... I really want them to meet An Yi..."
Tell them that the orcs are saved now because you helped me in the first place.
The reason we've gotten to where we are today is because you didn't kill me when we first met, giving my impulsive self a chance.
I really want to rescue them myself and then be with them..."
Perhaps because she had already cried enough in the past two days, she didn't burst into tears, but continued speaking in a choked voice.
Arya lowered her head, stroking the wooden statue in her hand with her fingers, and said, "This is my mother's doll. She has white hair and white skin, just like me."
She's usually very gentle, but everyone thinks she's a bit odd because she always does what she wants, very free-spirited and cheerful.
Actually, she and her father were not from the same tribe, and no one knew where she came from.
Her father found her while hunting and said he would send her back to her tribe, as it would be dangerous for her to be discovered by goblins while she was out alone.
As Aria spoke, she picked up another puppet, which was her father's puppet.
As she spoke, she shook the wooden statue, as if a child were playing house with a doll;
"Mom said she finally managed to escape and doesn't want to go back; she wants to randomly join another beast-eared tribe."
The father felt it wasn't safe for her to be out there, so he invited the mother to join his tribe. He said he was the chief's son, and if he invited her, the chief would definitely agree to let her join the tribe.
Yes, the clan chief is my grandfather. (Forwarded)
However, Mom immediately rejected Dad.
She said she wouldn't easily join someone else's tribe, but she could give her father a chance, to have him persuade her mother to go with him with just one sentence.
As Arya spoke, she smiled faintly, as if recalling the times her parents told her stories.
“What did your father say?” Annie asked.
Arya wondered if Anyi had become interested, and felt a little happy.
"At that time, Dad hesitated for a long time. Actually, Mom was testing Dad. If he only wanted to take Mom away because of her appearance, he would definitely say some self-righteous sweet talk."
If he deliberately acts coldly, telling his mother she can go if she wants and not if she doesn't, then his mother will leave.
However, at that time, Dad didn't like Mom; he genuinely felt that the outside world was dangerous, so he seriously thought of a not-so-wise thing to say.
Dad said...
"Our tribe's cats can do backflips, want to go see them?"
Arya covered her mouth and smiled as she said this.
Then Mom laughed too, and went with Dad.
And that's how her father picked her up and took her home.
They got married a few months later, and then I was born.
Love comes quickly to young orcs; they usually fall in love as soon as they hit it off.
Because their living conditions are very simple, they don't have many concerns. As long as they don't dislike each other too much after spending a long time together, that's enough for a lifetime.
"But they only have me as their child, I... I have no other brothers or sisters."
“Don’t orcs have a lot of children?” Annie asked.
“Hmm, but… Mom seems to be one of those beast-eared people who can only have one child.” Arya said.
Chapter 63 The Fighter Jet Among Dolls, Number Two! (4k)
"Is your mother also a cat-eared person?" Annie asked.
“Mm.” Arya nodded.
“Okay.” An Yi nodded.
He didn't ask any more questions, nor did he want to evoke any more memories for Arya, as thinking of her deceased mother would only make her more heartbroken.
Moreover, she probably doesn't know much about her mother's background.
"Besides the parents, who else is there...?" An Yi asked, looking at the wooden statue.
"This is Grandpa, this is my eldest uncle, this is my second uncle, this is my fourth uncle, then my eldest aunt and youngest aunt. And their children, these are my cousins..."
As she spoke, tears blurred Arya's vision. Thinking of everyone's faces, she couldn't help but cry.
They...all of them are gone...
Arya saved so many orcs, but she didn't see any of her relatives among them.
An Yi also learned from other beastmen that those of high status and leadership ability were usually killed as a whole family.
That is, to wipe out the entire family of the most prestigious orc.
As for why they know who belongs to the same family, the beastmen don't know either.
It's speculated that it might be because people from the same family have similar smells.
As for whether there will be accidental killings, it doesn't matter to the goblins at all. They're going to kill most of the orcs to reduce their numbers anyway, so killing one more won't matter.
"Grandpa is the chief of our entire tribe... He usually looks fierce and serious, but he actually dotes on us and shares the best food with us..."
besides……"
Arya spoke and cried, sniffling, but she didn't stop, as if she wanted to say all these words in one breath.
As she spoke, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and her words began to sound incoherent.
"...Uncle caught a triangular cow, but we have two legs, so if it snows here, it will be hard to catch sand..."
flutter.
After saying some unrelated things, Arya swayed and fell backward, the wooden statues on her legs wobbling and falling to the ground.
An Yi silently knelt down, placed the wooden plank on Aria's lap on the bedside table, and then picked up the wooden statues on the floor one by one and put them back in their place.
Arya fell into a deep sleep, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes. It was unclear whether she had rested for the past two days or how long she hadn't closed her eyes.
Looking at the messy room, An Yi thought she should help her tidy up.
If you wake up to a tidy room, your mood will definitely improve, right?