About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

Don't think about "what you can do for others", think about "what you should do for yourself".

Orson thought of Tallulah, Froststar, Sashaino, Patriot and others.

I'm afraid I'm the only one who knows what will happen to these people. In other words, if there's anything in this world that can change their predetermined fate, it's me.

If Tallulah had been changed, perhaps Che City would not have been destroyed and tens of thousands of people would not have died.

If Frost Star had changed, perhaps she would not have died in the arms of the players with resentment and relief.

If Faust and Mephistopheles had changed, the brothers might not have gone astray in an irreversible way.

If the patriots were changed... well, the old guy would have to start with his daughter.

And only you can turn these "ifs" into reality.

Don’t think “I should protect these people”, but think “This is something only I can do, and if I do nothing, my conscience will condemn me.”

Only in this way can the goal be more firm and clear——

"Okay, it's decided! Tallulah aside, let's start with Ino! It shouldn't be difficult to train a little white-haired guy who's just as weak as a bottom—ah."

"—"

Orson said something that made sense in the context, but was extremely strange when taken alone. And as luck would have it, Tallulah happened to be pulling open the curtain at the tent entrance.

The two looked at each other briefly for two seconds:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Sister Tazi!? Aaaaaaaa, I'm going to get angry, I'm really going to get angry!? Please listen to my explanation, I-I-I am really not a pervert!!"

Tallulah swung a flaming fist, and Orson groaned and yelled for mercy.

After being barely roasted to medium-rare, Orson was finally able to speak normally to Tallulah, who had calmed down.

It can't be said to be "normal". After all, the two of them had experienced the "My wife..." incident and the wardrobe incident, and their relationship at this time was very strange.

The weirdness here isn't the kind of "more than friends but less than lovers," but the kind of "it wouldn't be weird if Tallulah punched him in the chest while he was walking."

After the initial commotion, Tallulah no longer showed any abnormality towards Orson. The two just chatted about the camp infrastructure, including whether they were used to the personalities and interactions of the people around them.

While the two were chatting awkwardly, several infected people came over and talked to Tallulah.

"Tallulah, didn't you go out today?"

"Well, I take a little vacation every now and then, how about you guys?"

"Let's see if the traps we set before caught anything. Then you two can chat first, Brother Orson. Try to reform yourself and become a better person as soon as possible!"

"I thank you."

The prisoner's servant, Orson, expressed his gratitude in a kind manner.

Tallulah would even smile and joke when talking to others, which was completely different from the Tallulah in Orson's memory from chapters 1 to 7.

But the most important thing is not Tallulah's uncharacteristic kindness, but the faint "noise" behind this kindness.

Although he still didn't know what these melodies meant, Orson gradually understood that these melodies might reflect the singer's own mood.

So... what does the sound of the strings that I feel at this moment, which seems to be taut and about to break, mean?

The strings threatened to snap at any moment, the harsh and discordant noises hidden within the rhythm, these melodies all indicated that the girl in military uniform before him might not be as calm as she appeared. Rather, she was probably on the verge of collapse.

"That's enough small talk. Don't act out of line. Sasha and Ino think highly of you. Keep up the good work."

Talulah ended the conversation and prepared to leave. Looking at the back of the dragon girl in front of him, Orson took a deep breath...

"Well, I don't have anything to do right now, can we go together? - Ahhh!?"

Orson retracted his head halfway through his words. When Tallulah looked back at him, the look that was 3 parts surprise, 3 parts confusion, 4 parts curiosity, and the remaining 90 parts murderous intent was too powerful.

It's not hard for Orson to understand. After all, the man in front of him calls him wife as soon as they meet and is very affectionate with him.

But even so, Orson had no choice but to go ahead. Perhaps he was the only one who knew that Tallulah's mental state was not right. If that was the case, then this was his job!

"I really don't have any weird ideas, Sister Tazi!"

"Sister Tazi...? Never mind. I get it, but you'd better not get your hopes up. I don't have any marching or reconnaissance missions today, so all I have to do is pretty ordinary work."

"That's better. If we really fight, I'll just collapse and run away."

"..."

Tallulah experienced a blood pressure roller coaster ride, but finally decided not to bother with this kind of futures dead man.

"Then please give me your guidance today!"

Orson expressed his gratitude to Sister Tazi for not killing him with great enthusiasm, and then followed Tallulah to a unique-looking room with a chimney.

Based on Orson's many years of experience in architecture, he deduced that this was the command room.

As the leader of the Reunion Movement, Talulah's daily work should be like that.

He planned the journey on the sand table, pondered the next liberation route on the map of Ursus, and personally interviewed the infected to see if he could find like-minded people.

Although I know nothing about these things, I have played StarCraft and Red Alert after all, so I have some knowledge of military tactics.

For example, changing homes, changing homes, and changing homes.

I was overthinking it. I wasn't interfering with Tallulah's work, but was looking for a way to ease the tense "melody" that was about to break at any time.

"Pfft?"

Orson nodded to himself, and then suddenly Tallulah threw two white things in his face. After picking them up, he found that they were a pair of sleeves.

"The first task is to cook."

Tallulah had put on an apron over her uniform at some point, holding a kitchen knife and potatoes.

"?"

Orson took two steps back and looked at the sign hanging on the building, and then he found that it said the word "kitchen".

07. Sister Ta, what are you doing?

Today's menu: Cabbage, potato and corn stew

"Hmm, surprisingly simple recipe."

Tallulah took a look at the ingredients on the chopping board, nodded, rolled up her sleeves and prepared to get started.

“…Ah, this.”

Orson on the side was completely dumbfounded, occasionally blinking his eyes to prove that he had not eaten Zavarudo.

Although Tallulah at this time was very different from the "tyrant of the Reunion Movement" in Orson's impression, Orson still couldn't believe what he saw.

The powerful, terrifying, tyrannical, and suffocating infected leader was currently cooking in the kitchen.

Not only that, but her cooking skills can only be described as tragic.

"The first step is to peel the potatoes—"

"Why do you reach for the sword at your waist when I mention peeling potatoes?"

Orson loudly complained about Tallulah's action of preparing to peel potatoes with the greatsword, and then pointed to the kitchen knife on the chopping board.

"Isn't it better to use the method you are good at?"

"As long as it's within the scope of 'kitchenware'..."

Tallulah sighed, picked up a kitchen knife and began to peel the potatoes.

During this process, Orson just stood by and watched Tallulah peel a potato with skin into a French fry.

"Strange, are potato skins really that thick?"

Tallulah pinched the French fries thoughtfully.

Orson didn't know whether he should complain at this time. If he complained, he would probably become fuel for the next meal.

After throwing the French fries into the pot, Tallulah started the second step, shelling the corn, according to the menu.

"It's harder than I thought... It was so easy when Froststar and Alina did it...?"

Because the ingredients were insufficient and everyone wanted to have enough corn, they needed to shell the corn and put it in the pot, but Tallulah was obviously stuck at this step.

"Try twisting your hands in different directions?"

Orson demonstrated on the side. After all, he had lived here for more than half a year, and his farm work skills had reached a proficient level.

"..."

Tallulah looked at Orson and changed her technique, but still failed to rub out the corn kernels.

"..."

Although the expression on her face did not change, Orson could clearly feel that Tallulah's anger was increasing.

"Well, calm down. How about letting me take over, Sister Ta? Will you take the next step?"

"I'm not angry, why would you make such a judgment?"

"Well, uh, you made a lot of popcorn."

Orson pointed at the corn in Tallulah's hand. The few corn kernels that were rolled out all bloomed like flowers under the high temperature.

"..."

Tallulah put the corn into the winnowing basket, stood up silently and looked at the next step on the menu.

After Orson finished rubbing Tallulah's portion of corn, he wiped the sweat off his face and stood up, just in time to see Tallulah throwing a whole head of rinsed cabbage into the pot.

"Pfft!"

The stew pot and Orson's three views collided violently.

The stew that was supposed to take 20 minutes to make took an hour with Tallulah's help, and Orson was there to help clean up the mess for 1 minutes.

“…Everyone has their own aspirations.”

Staring at the stew in the pot, which looked pretty good, Tallulah silently uttered these four words.

"Perhaps Ursus cuisine isn't my specialty."

"You can even stew something like this. Sister Tazi, carbon-based biological cuisine probably isn't your specialty, ahhhhhhhhh!"

Before Orson could finish his words, he was hit in the face by Popcorn again.

After lunch, Orson carried two sets of fishing gear and went with Tallulah to an ice-covered river.

It looks like the next job will be fishing.

Orson took out the drill for drilling ice, but before he could reach the ice surface, he was stopped by Tallulah.

The Drake girl walked to the frozen river, squatted down and gently placed her palms on the ice.

Chi-

After a burst of water mist, a palm-sized hole was burned out on the ice surface.

"You're welcome."

Tallulah spoke with subtle pride, while Orson blinked in his place holding the drill.

It seems that the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars are not deceiving me. Lying on the ice to catch a carp is theoretically feasible - as long as the person lying on it is a Drake who can breathe fire.

They skipped the hole-drilling stage and each of them sat on a bench in front of different holes, threw the fish hook in and started fishing.

At first, Tallulah's mood was relatively stable, but when Orson caught the fifth fish and Tallulah still had no catch, the infected fighter stood up from her chair silently, stood beside Orson without saying a word, and just stared at him.

"……that"

"—"

"Uh, Sister Ta...?"

"—"

"Okay, okay, I'll switch places with you!"

The silent pressure made Orson break out in a cold sweat in the snow. He could only stand up and give his fishing hole to Tallulah.

The two swapped positions, but the result remained unchanged.

Tallulah watched Orson reel in the fish with a frown on her face. Orson, in turn, prayed that the gills would stop ramming into his hook.