lord and his dragon

The content of the celebration is very rich. In addition to acrobatic performances and dances, there is also a market with the most favorable prices in the year in the outfield. When it is time for meals, there will be free dinners held in the open air with no restrictions on the number of people and qualifications.

As the lord, Negrim's only task is to cut the ribbon to congratulate everyone during the speech before the dinner. After that, he has nothing to do, whether it is to continue to have fun in Harlan Town or go back to the castle, It doesn't affect anything anymore.

When the three of Negrim arrived here, they were just in time for a performance on the big stage set up in the center of the town.

The performing dance troupe is already an old friend of the townspeople in Harlan Town. Since more than ten years ago, this dance troupe has come to Harlan Town to perform for the townspeople on its birthday every year. The fees they charge Not many, although the annual program changes are very small, but the enthusiasm of the townspeople has been the same for more than ten years.

However, because the two parties are too familiar, there will be some episodes during the performance. For example, now, after the show is over, excited townspeople climbed up from the front stage directly, while the actors and dancers walked back with smiles on their faces. When he got to the side, he gave way to the stage.

It seems that in addition to the members of the dance theater troupe, the townspeople can spontaneously go up and perform the programs they have prepared if they have extra confidence in themselves.

Such an arrangement is actually not a big deal on a birthday, but in Negrim's view, the people who are performing on the stage right now really don't have any self-knowledge, and they don't know where the courage came from. There was a burst of ghostly crying and wolf howling, and none of the words had a melody.

Nigrim was disgusted, but the enthusiasm of the townspeople around him almost made him think that there was something wrong with his ears, until he found that the other three people around him also looked like they had eaten sour oranges. It wasn't until Rim was sure that it wasn't him who had the problem, but the group of screaming and applauding people.

"Hey," Ross observed his eyes and said with a smile, "Birthday."

On such a good day, no one will sing a different tune regardless of the atmosphere.

Negrim was not interested in these things, and he didn't intend to force himself to enjoy a performance without any merits in this cold weather. He nodded in a lack of interest, and was planning to go directly to the resting place and wait. He lowered his head, only to find that Abel beside him was concentrating on the funny guy on the stage. Although the expression on the child's face was not obvious, Negrim could see his excitement.

Lord Lord's footsteps stopped unconsciously.

"My lord?" Ross asked.

Abel also came back to his senses following the sound. He had probably seen such a lively and happy scene before, but either he forgot it because he was too young, or he was struggling between hunger and cold at that time, and he had no room to appreciate it. , and until he met his master, he had no chance to truly experience such happiness once.

Although the time is not long, it is enough.

He looked up at Negrim, his eyes were shining, filled with happiness that he hadn't realized, which made the green in his pupils more beautiful, and he still remembered that his master didn't like the current The weather, so asked: "Master, shall we go to rest for a while?"

Negrim didn't speak, just looked at him, quietly appreciating it for a while, until there was confusion in those eyes, he raised his head, and said calmly: "Look at it for a while, it's quite interesting."

Abel was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Negrim to like this kind of performance, but seeing that the other party had turned his gaze back to the stage, he had no choice but to continue watching.

Abel didn't realize that when he re-entered the carnival, the lord's eyes returned to him again, and there was indescribable cherishment and love in those dark eyes.

After the tone-deficient townsman got off the stage, the dance troupe's performance started again on the stage. It was not exciting, but for Negrim, even if the actors stood still on the stage, it was better than the magic sound. Brain feeding is much better.

After that, several other townspeople came onto the stage, and several young girls formed a team to perform. They were as elegant as professional dancers. All wandering in the sea of ​​joy.

After the last dance of the dancers, the music stopped suddenly, but soon another lively tune was played, and Negrim noticed that the townspeople around him became more excited than before, They pulled together in twos and threes, and began to dance with the beat of the music, faster or slower.

Negrim understood, it seemed that this was the part of the dance.

Different from the balls held by the upper-class nobles in the royal capital with complicated etiquette and strict rules, the balls held by ordinary people are more like a farce. Let alone how to invite their dance partners, they don’t even care about the gender of their dance partners, they just casually invite them. Passing the hand of a person next to him, he twirled comically.

Men and men, women and women, even old people and children, all laughed and spun and jumped along with the music, but the four of Negrim who were still standing in place seemed out of place because of this.

Ross thought about it, and among the four, only he and Negrim had the highest status. Although he didn't like this gloomy lame lord, the other party was a delicate young man, and even if he couldn't get close, he could get close It's also nice to watch this bumbling brat make a fool of himself because of his disabled legs.

After making up his mind, Ross put on a smile on his face, but just as he was about to bow to Negrim to extend an invitation, a big hand like steel pincers pressed on his shoulder, and bent him hard again. The lower half of the waist was straightened.

As soon as Ross raised his head, he saw the tall and strong guard chief looking at him expressionlessly. Before he could react, the rude swordsman grabbed his collar by the back of his neck and led him into the crowd.

After walking for a while, Allen didn't stop until he was sure that Ross couldn't pass through the crowded townspeople to invite Negrim to dance.

Among the spinning crowd, the chief guard let go of the mayor's hand, crossed his arms, looked at Ross indifferently as if watching a monkey show, and said, "Let's jump."

Ross: "..."

As soon as Allen and Ross left, only Negrim and Abel remained in place. When everyone was dancing, the two people who were still were different. Of course, the lord noticed the surroundings The strange sights cast from time to time, but he didn't care about it. In his opinion, even being stared at by these townspeople from beginning to end was better than dancing this chaotic dance like a monkey.

Then Negrim lowered his head, and saw the expectant eyes of the little slave.

Negrim: "..."

Abel: "QUQ..."

Negrim looked at him blankly for a while, then slowly said: "I want to remind you, if you still remember, your poor master is a cripple who can't walk very well."

Abel pursed his lips and whispered, "You can stand on my feet, master, I can hug you."

Negrim certainly believed this. According to Allen, Abel’s single-handed load had already reached [-] catties, while he himself was just over [-] catties. Let alone hugging him, Abel held him with one hand It's easy to lift.

But he still didn't agree. Negrim raised his eyebrows, glanced critically at Abel's little feet, and said slowly: "I don't doubt your strength, I just wonder if your little feet are Really enough to put one of my feet off."

With his cane, he tapped the upper of Abel's shoe, which was not big enough for his palm, and said, "I can't stand on this size, and even if I do stand—"

A mocking smile appeared on Negrim's face, and he said, "Can your arms reach my waist?"

Although he has grown taller, he can only wrap his hands around Negrim's buttocks, Abel: "..."

Perhaps it was because the music was so joyful and the surrounding atmosphere was too contagious, Negrim looked at the suddenly enlightened and shocked expression on the child's face, and after relaxing, he couldn't help laughing out loud. Of course, the next second He received Abel's aggrieved and unwilling eyes.

Negrim bent the corner of his eyes, stretched out a hand to hold the child, then raised his arm, exerted a little force, and let the child with the raised hand turn around in a circle under his control, and then he put it down. hand, said: "Okay, this can be regarded as dancing."

Abel probably didn't expect Negrim to make such a move. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help complaining: "Master, this is too perfunctory—"

Infected by the joyful and lively atmosphere, Negrim was not dissatisfied with Abel's aggressive disrespect, but rarely restrained himself, showing a generous look that could not do anything to him, and stretched out his hand to guide him around He made a circle, but in the end he didn't let go, but hugged him into his arms, and then said with a smile: "Okay, let's add another ending action, are you satisfied?"

Abel's face was buried in Negrim's chest and abdomen, and he couldn't stop burning. Fortunately, his master didn't pull him to have a look, so he simply shook his head vigorously in this position.

Negrim sighed with a smile and said, "Not satisfied yet?"

Abel shook his head. The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of Negrim. He closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time before the blush on his face became less obvious.

He raised his head slowly, his green eyes fixed on Negrim.

"I'm really too young now, master, but I can grow up," Abel said, with a trace of unconscious expectation in his eyes: "When I grow up, master, when I grow up, we can grow up again." Shall I do a dance?"

Negrim froze for a moment, then bent the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I promise you."