Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 627 Everyone's Story
"Wow—"

Tilan poured water into the wooden bathtub, then tested the water temperature and felt it was about right.

"Orlais, come here." She looked at the ice elf squatting on the side looking at the oil lamp, and asked her to come over and take a bath.

"Take off your clothes first." After Tilan said this, she felt a little strange, but there seemed to be no better way.

"Clothes?" Ores was a little confused at the moment and just looked at Tilan.

"These are what you are wearing." Tilan thought for a moment and continued.

"Because it will get wet when taking a shower, you need to take it off in advance."

"Okay." Now the ice elf girl understood, but her clumsy movements soon made Tilan think that she should do it herself.

"Sit down." Stopping the ice elf girl's confused movements, Tilan let her sit on the bench, then helped her slowly untie the laces from the back of her collar, and then took off the complicated hair accessories on Orlais's head, and then the decorative blue ribbon on her wrist.

After a while, Tilan finally got everything ready. She let Ores slowly step into the basin and let her sit in the large bathtub.

"Okay, that's it. Don't move." Tilan tied up Orlais' beautiful silver hair, then scooped water with a ladle and poured it down, carefully washing away the dust and small leaves mixed in it.

The room was very quiet. They said that inside the cave, one side of the wall was an excavated mountain, and broken rocks could be seen exposed.

The ancient oil lamp was not very bright and could not be seen clearly from a distance. For convenience, Tilan brought the oil lamp to her side so that she could help Orlais with her hair and wash.

Because of the burning, the oil lamp also emits a strange smell, a slightly burnt smell. Sura said that this was exchanged with another settlement not far away. At that time, a bucket of flour was used in exchange for three buckets of black oil. Both parties felt that it was worth it.

After a while, Tilan finally combed and washed Orlais's long silver hair, and all that was left was to help Orlais wash her body.

Considering that she would not be able to help her bathe every day in the future, Tilan decided to teach Ores how to bathe.

"First, wash your hair. This is a bit troublesome. If we are together, you can ask me to help you."

"Okay." Orles answered in a slightly cheerful voice, and she seemed a little happy.

"Then wash your face and neck, basically from top to bottom..." Tilan took the wet skirt and helped Orlais to wipe it, then taught her step by step.

By the way, this piece of cloth was torn from Orlais's skirt. Because that piece of cloth was about to be torn anyway, it was better to take it off directly so that it would look better. Cloth is scarce in the settlement here. Tilan searched for a lot of it among various relics and sundries, but didn't see any clean ones. Many of them were used by others and were greasy.

Although the locals didn't care, she still felt a little uncomfortable as she was used to modern life, so she had to use the cloth from Orlais's skirt as a bath towel.

After washing, Tilan thought for a while, removed the floating debris from the bathtub, and then took out the remaining cleaner water to wash Orlais' clothes, and then used magic to dry the clothes.

"Okay, put it on like this." Tilan helped Ores put on her clothes again, and then simply tied her hair with a tie.

"Nuan, good." Orlais said these simple words with a very happy look on her face.

"Yes, let's sit on the bed over there first." It's called a bed, but in fact it's just wooden boards nailed together on stones. But even so, tonight's sleeping conditions are much better than the previous few days.

After that, she poured out the water and boiled another pot of water for herself to take a bath.

The underground water was still quite warm after being boiled. After stepping in, she slowly squatted down, and the warmth slowly enveloped her body. She breathed a sigh of relief, and then leaned against the basin.

It has been almost three days since she came to this planet, but it feels like a long time has passed. This should be an abandoned planet that has never been discovered by the Federation. She can't tell the exact location. Maybe it is within the country, or it is very likely to be in a remote corner outside the country.

From Sura and the others' description, it seemed that no one had ever seen a spaceship, and the residents of the planet had lost a lot of technology and could not travel through time and space.

This closed environment reminded Tilan of the scene she had seen in the archives. It was the end of the Fifth Era, when a long-distance spaceship landed in the Twin Trees star field.

In the past, Isenissa also lived on a lost planet like this one, but the environment on the planet where Isenissa lived was much better, and there were no fights and wars among various new races.

As she was thinking, Tilan felt a little sleepy. She had been extremely nervous these past two days. She had not been able to sleep well the previous two times she had spent the night outdoors. She was also remaining somewhat alert, not only for herself, but also because she was worried that something might happen to Ores or that the situation might suddenly worsen.

Fortunately, after two days of observation, Ores' condition has gradually stabilized. Except for the damage to her memory and supernatural core, other problems are not serious and she will recover after nursing.

As she was thinking, the girl suddenly felt fingers brushing across her head.

"Oles?" At this moment, the ice elf girl was bending over and standing beside the basin.

"I'll help Tilan wash." She said these simple words, and probably because she saw Tilan still soaking in the water, she ran over.

"Do you know how to wash your hair?" Tilan felt that it might take Ores some time to learn.

"I'll try." Orlais said, imitating the way Tilan washed her hair just now, pouring water with a ladle and then sorting out the hair.

Although she was a little clumsy, it was obvious that she was doing it very seriously, and Tilan didn't want to interrupt her.

In fact, she didn't need to go through so much trouble to wash Ores' hair if she wanted to, but using magic now would not be conducive to healing, so she didn't interrupt or stop it.

After a while, Tilan stood up slightly and covered her body with a bath towel.

"Okay, I can do it myself from now on. Orlesi, go to bed first."

"Yeah." Ores nodded, returned to the bed, and sat there waiting for Tilan.

Seeing this, the girl shook her head slightly, and a burst of transparent ice beads fell from her hair and body, fell into the basin, splashed some water, and then slowly melted.

After becoming clean, Tilan came out, put the dress into the basin, washed it briefly, and then dried it before putting it on.

It seems that I need to always have two sets of clothes in the future, otherwise it will be too troublesome, the girl thought to herself.

Then she returned to the bed and sat down with Orles. It was already quite late, and she taught Orles how to speak. Tilan felt a little sleepy, so she closed the door, bolted it, and then lay down with Orles to sleep.

She slept particularly soundly that night and had a rare good night's rest.

The next day, there was a knock on the door. Tilan woke up, walked over to open the door, and found Sura outside.

"Are you up? Lunch is ready. It will get cold if you don't come and eat it now." She called Tilan over.

"Okay, we'll be right there."

Afterwards, Tilan pulled up Ores, who had just woken up, and the two went to the dining area in the settlement.

The cooking place is a shed outside the cave, and the dining place is a room near the entrance of the cave. There is a rough stone table here, and several stones of different shapes serve as chairs.

There was a big pot of cooked oatmeal on the table, with some vegetable roots and stems added. Green and white pieces could be seen. "This is the work of Marula, the best chef in our settlement. Tilan and Orlesi, come and have a taste." Sura placed two wooden bowls on the table and poured in the hot oatmeal and vegetable pieces.

Although the two of them ate something last night, it was just dry food and bread stored in the settlement, and the taste was not very good. Today was the first proper meal they had since coming to this world.

The oatmeal porridge cooked over hot fire was still a little hot. Tilan blew on it with a spoon and tried it carefully.

The taste was good, maybe because I was hungry, but the taste was bland, probably because no salt was added.

Tilan looked at Orlais beside her. She was also imitating Tilan's blowing, but she hadn't eaten yet.

"Eat slowly, it's a little hot." Tilan instructed, then looked at Orlais and blew on it for a while before letting her eat.

While the two were having lunch, a figure with a cane walked in, supported by Guy.

"This is Miss Tilan, the person who treated Boss Moose yesterday." Guy introduced her to him and then turned around.

"This is Marula, the best chef in our settlement. He can tell whether many things are edible and can also keep some things fresh." The other person was a man wearing worn linen clothes, who looked to be in his 30s, with short black hair, a pale complexion, and heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Hello." His voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed to have not fully recovered yet, a little dazed.

In response, Guy just patted him on the shoulder and didn't say much.

After a while, Sura also returned and sat down on a stone in the room.

"Everyone is here. One, two, three, four, plus Tilan Ores, a total of six. These are all the people in the settlement now."

After yesterday's incident, apart from the moose boss who was still in a coma, there were only three people left in the settlement. Sura and Guy were still intact, but Marula lost a leg in the battle. It was Guy who cleaned and bandaged his wound last night.

The atmosphere was a bit cold, especially for Marula, who became very depressed because he lost a leg, and Sura didn't look like someone who could comfort others, so Guy chatted with him for a while, but he didn't dare to say too much for fear of irritating him.

While eating, Sura muttered about the results of cleaning the battlefield this morning.

"We found some broken weapons left behind. They should still be useful after being melted down. Although there was chaos yesterday, fortunately the wheat field in the corner of the valley was not damaged too much. If we take good care of it, we will still have food in the future."

"But many people are gone. Grandma Moroli, who was good at sewing clothes, is gone. There is no one to make clothes in the settlement anymore. Manpower is very scarce, and we need people to take turns to be on guard and lookout."

"Let me go. I can't do anything else right now anyway." Marula regained some spirit and spoke on her own initiative.

"Thank you for your hard work, Marula. I'll make you a hanging bell later. If you have any questions, just shake it."

At this point, Sura turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Heshia, I'm afraid I can't take you to Stone Forest Castle in the next few days."

"It's okay. There's no need to rush." ​​If there is no spacecraft capable of faster-than-light travel on this planet, then finding the city wouldn't be that meaningful.

"Can you ask Tilan to stay here and help for a while? Boss Moose is seriously injured and we need manpower." Sura asked for help directly.

"Okay." Tilan nodded in agreement, and Sura breathed a sigh of relief seeing this.

"If you need anything, you can tell me or Guy directly. If you don't understand something, just ask directly." She thought about it and discussed how to divide the work for the next period of time.

"Guy and I will take turns getting up and sleeping. During the day, Marula will be in charge of lookout and cooking, while at night, it's Guy and I who will be in charge. What we need to do now is to clean up the valley first. The bodies of the 'red poison species' and the 'black shit fire' that were thrown out have caused a lot of pollution. Then we need to count everyone's belongings and tidy up the room."

"Guy and I are more familiar with dealing with corpses and contamination. We can just take turns. Heshia and Ores, please help with the sweeping and cleaning."

"I see."

"Okay, that's it for now."

After lunch, Sura remembered something and hung the watch on his wrist at the exit of the cave.

"Please refer to this time and remember to come for dinner at 11 a.m. and 6 p.m. every day."

Later in the afternoon, Tilan and Ores followed Sura to work. Although Sura said they didn't need help, she was too small and still found it difficult to do the job. She and Tilan often helped carry the corpses, put them on a wooden wheelbarrow, and then transported them to a pit outside the col, which was left over from digging clay in the past and was now abandoned.

"These guys are so smelly even when used as oil after they die." Sura complained to Tilan while pushing the cart, saying hatefully in his heart.

She then pushed the cart to the edge of a pothole, causing it to slide and roll down.

After going back and forth like this several times, they finally cleared out all the corpses of the 'red poison species' in the valley.

After finishing all this, Sula sat tiredly in the shade of the mountain wall to enjoy the breeze, and then Tilan handed him a cup of water.

"Oh, thank you." She drank it in big gulps, and then looked much better.

"We'll clean up the corpse oil and stains on the ground later, and we can rest today."

“Yeah.” Tilan nodded, feeling a little strange in her heart.

After thinking for a moment, she looked at the clock not far away. It was only about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, which meant that she would be able to finish work before 4 o'clock. This felt a little fresh and different to the girl who was accustomed to the work pace and schedule of modern people.

Orlais was still standing not far away, curiously looking at the strange-looking fruits and vegetables on the table. One of them had a skin similar to a kiwi, with rough brown hairs, but the inside was probably similar to a winter melon. Another one was a rhizome with soil, orange on the outside, and white on the inside when cut open.

"That one is a copper melon, and the one next to it is an orange stem. They are both very good things. In order to get the seeds, Mu Tiao and I went to a settlement far away to exchange them, but they were reluctant to give them to us. Later, we exchanged them for a well-made crossbow."

"It's a pity that Mu Tiao passed away two years ago. He had a fever for several days, and the herbal medicine Nan Guo gave him didn't work. In the end, he just passed away." Sura said with some regret.

"This is how it is in this land. Many acquaintances left without us noticing. Now the only old people left in the settlement are me and Boss Moose. Guy and Marula only joined in the past two years."

Later in the afternoon, the three of them roughly cleaned the valley. Near nightfall, Sura helped Marula down to cook, and he took a nap.

At night, the five of them sat together around the campfire, eating plain but warm oatmeal porridge. Sura kept talking about many things, as if he wanted to tell the newcomers all about the people and things that had happened in this settlement before.

"In the beginning, Boss Moose lived here alone, and then he saved a man, so that man joined here and formed the earliest settlement. I was the fourth person to come here, because the settlement was short of tools at that time, so Boss Moose went to the Stone Forest Castle. I happened to pass by there and was invited to help. I found this place nice, so I stayed here."

"Although it's a bit simple and poor, it's very peaceful and quiet here. I really like sitting on the valley floor in the evening and enjoying the scenery." Sura's voice became calmer at the end, his eyes fixed on the fire.

The firewood crackled and emitted bursts of heat. The five people sitting beside the fire were like a tiny dot of light in the dark earth, extremely small and seemed as if they would be blown away by a breeze.

Despite this, every little person has his or her own story.

(End of this chapter)