lord and his dragon

In mythology, the continent that people stand on emerged from the bottom of the sea on December 5000th [-] years ago, so December [-]th every year is called the birthday.

On this day, regardless of race or status, all creatures living on the mainland will hold a celebration, dancing and celebrating for the birth of the mainland, for the prosperity of the world, and for all the good things that happen to them.

Negrim is the lord of this place, regardless of the Borderlands or the Border Forest, at least he needs to preside over the celebrations in Harlan Town.

Because no one has taught it, Abel actually doesn’t have much feeling for the meaning of the birthday, but in the past wandering days, every time this day comes, he can harvest more clean food and drinking water. He was lucky enough to even get a copper coin or two, so he actually liked the day quite a bit.

In the same way, although the past days may not be happy, in any case, the birthday is a day that will make everyone have a relaxed life. Negrim thinks the same, and he has no reason not to like the birthday.

But in fact, this was not the case. Although the expression on Negrim's face was the same as usual, Abel could tell that Negrim didn't seem very happy about the arrival of this day.

Without Negrim's permission, Abel didn't dare to ask this question, worried that his master would be angry, and he couldn't comfort him, so he had to serve his master more considerately, hoping that at least Negrim's body could be restored. Be more comfortable in this cold winter.

Since it snowed that day, the temperature seemed to have finally reached the end and did not continue to drop, but it didn't help. The weather was already very cold. Abel thought that his master would stay in bed every day until it was his birthday and had to get up To preside over the celebration in Harlan Town, but he seemed to be wrong. Negrim had to rest in bed on the first day, and got up without hesitation on the second day, and even put on cumbersome clothes and left the room .

He ordered the servants to use the resources at hand to decorate the castle well to welcome the birthday, and then sent the housekeeper to the town to discuss with the mayor of Rhodes about the celebration of the birthday.

Abel was a little strange. Although the butler was frightened by the power of the guards and did not dare to act presumptuously in front of Negrim, he was not loyal to Negrim after all. The celebration of the birthday was a big event. Going forward, isn't his master worried that the former is negligent, causing him to have any accidents at the celebration?

"Why not let the chief guard go?" Abel asked when dressing the lord: "Or it doesn't matter if you let the other members of the guard go?"

Negrim glanced at him, raised his chin to signal him to straighten his crooked tie, and said indifferently, "Is there any difference? I just brought back a few words."

Abel was a little anxious, and Negrim didn't take this matter to heart, but the other party seemed to have made up his mind, and showed impatience under the reminder of Abel's repeated insinuations, so he had no choice but to Shut up.

When you get busy, time runs as fast as the most handsome horse. In the blink of an eye, it is the birthday.

Maybe the birthday is really a good day blessed by God. The weather on this day is rare and sunny in winter. There are no clouds and no snow. The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a light that is not warm but dazzling enough. Cleaned up by the rare and diligent servants, and decorated with colorful paper flowers everywhere, Negrim also got up early, and after a hearty breakfast, accompanied by Alan and Abel, he boarded Get into the carriage carefully decorated by the mayor of Rhodes.

The scale of the celebration was very large, and the entire town of Harlan was mobilized, but the residents did not feel distressed by the busyness of these days. They were all happy for this festival from the bottom of their hearts. Everyone believed that the birth day One day will bring you good luck, and the happier you are on this day, the better luck you will have in the next year.

The carriage that Negrim was riding in was warmly welcomed by the residents when they entered the town of Harlan. Although most people had never seen the lord at all from the beginning, this did not affect the festive atmosphere and let them Everything in the eyes becomes beautiful.

Soon, the carriage arrived at a stop on the outskirts of the town. The chunky mayor of Ross was bending over and waiting with a smile on his face. Alan stretched out his hand to open the car door expressionlessly. Abel, who was warming his knees, then turned around and reached out to help Negrim down.

Negrim's legs made his movements very inconvenient. Although the carriage was covered with carpets, it was not warm. Abel made his knees feel better, but as soon as the child's hand was gone, he felt the pain again. .

Although Negrim's pale face didn't show any painful expression, Abel still felt a slight tremor when he held his hand. Fortunately, his strength has become much stronger than before, and Negrim After putting all the weight on the child, he managed to get out of the car in a less embarrassing posture.

Ross is looking at Abel. He still remembers this little beggar brought back by Negrim. At that time, his body was full of dirt, and he was as thin as a sick dog. He did not expect to be fed by this gloomy lord for a while He looked much more energetic. His appearance was not as exquisite as Ross liked, but the mayor couldn't help but take a few more glances at his pair of green eyes and smooth silver long hair.

But soon, Negrim's cold gaze made Ross wake up. He glanced at the tall and strong Allen holding a broadsword behind Negrim, and looked back with a smile.

Negrim stood up straight in secret, stretched out his hand and pushed the child from Ross' sight to behind him, and said to the short and fat man expressionlessly: "Lead the way."

Ross smiled flatteringly, turned and walked in front, but as soon as he turned his back, the expression on his face turned into disdain, and the uneven footsteps behind him made him able to clearly imagine the Lord Lord The limping steps also made the contempt and unwillingness in his heart even heavier.

God is really unfair, he thought, a handicapped man who is just better off can easily become the lord over his head, but he, an adult who has worked hard to govern Harlan Town for so long, is completely There is no way to resist a cripple who is only 14 years old and will fall when the wind blows.

He couldn't help but glance back at the shiny emerald ring on Negrim's left thumb.

It was a brighter color than the child's eyes that caught his eye just now, he thought, God knows, if the sullen lord lost it, it would be nothing, and if he could get it That ring, wealth, power, title of nobility, high life in the royal capital, everything will be at your fingertips!

Ross thought about it, and he didn't even feel angry when he stepped into a wet mud puddle with his new shoes on. He just pulled out his foot and rubbed it on the ground indifferently, and then continued to walk forward.

Birthday, such a festival will definitely bring him good luck, Ross thought.

He didn't know how cold the Lord Lord behind him looked at him.

Unlike him, Negrim never believed that any festival would bring people good luck, he only believed in himself.

After a while, Ross led them to the center of the celebration. There were happy crowds everywhere. The atmosphere was so contagious that even Negrim, who had been expressionless these days, obviously relaxed a lot. .

Because of the escort of Abel and Allen, no one was able to crash into Negrim, and the temperament and clothing of Ross and Negrim who led the way quickly made people realize his identity, and many girls looked towards this There were some young girls peeping at Negrim while they were giving eyeballs, but after realizing the gloom and flaws of the lord, they either acted nonchalantly or turned their eyes away in panic.

Negrim was used to this kind of gaze, but Abel frowned tightly. Nigrim looked down at his expression, almost thinking that the child would not be able to help but angrily pounce on those girls. theory.

But the child didn't do that, he just leaned closer to Negrim, so close that he almost prevented the latter from walking.

Negrim raised his eyebrows, Abel noticed his gaze, and looked up at him innocently.

The two looked at each other for a while, and Abel cautiously smiled shyly at Negrim.

The author has something to say: Xiaolong’s psychological activities: I really want to tell them how good my master is → but no, everyone will fall in love with the master after I say it, and it’s not for me → let’s not talk about it... I’m so guilty , Master will see my despicable thoughts?

Negrim: →_→

Xiaolong: (laughs guiltyly)