lord and his dragon

The shafts of that carriage were painted gold, the doors were intricately ornately carved, and even the saddles on the horses were treated to shine. It was so eye-catching, so not only the people who saw it Not only Negrim and Abel, but also Ross who sent them back.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that such a high-end carriage will never belong to a border town like Harlan. It can only come from a more prosperous place, and the lord who lives here is the last remaining member of the Xiunoting family. His blood, no relatives and no reason, people who will come to "visit" him before his birthday, can be counted with one hand.

The sun gradually slanted to the west, and after the sun left, the surrounding temperature became even lower. Negrim got out of the car, and as soon as the wind blew, the original blood on his face faded again and turned pale. stand up.

He looked up at the carriage in front of the door, then at Ross who had not left for a long time, and said in a deep voice, "Is the mayor still not going back? It's getting late, and it's hard for the carriage to travel."

This is obviously an order to evict passengers. Ross smiled awkwardly, but said cheekily: "The coachman is familiar with the route, and he is not afraid of the dark, but the weather is too cold. I wonder if I can enter your castle for a drink. Tea and go back..."

Negrim seemed a little reluctant, but Ross couldn't understand his face, and he must find an excuse to stay. Out of noble courtesy and self-cultivation, Negrim still didn't force him to leave in the end. Here, he reluctantly responded: "Then have a sip of hot tea before leaving."

"But Mayor Ross, I seem to have guests visiting, please don't walk around in the castle at will."

"Of course, of course." Ross nodded quickly, but he didn't intend to listen to Negrim's words in his heart. His purpose was to see how this mysterious guest could really just drink a sip of tea. Walk.

Abel frowned because of the sudden change of mood in Negrim, and looked very worried, but Alan, who was the head of the guard, remained expressionless, as if he didn't take anything to heart, including Negrim. It seemed that he had nothing to do with who the guest he was about to face and whether he would bring danger to Negrim.

Ross quietly watched the reactions of several people from an angle that everyone couldn't see, and he was slightly settled.

Everyone bypassed the magnificent carriage and walked straight to the gate. The person who opened the door was the butler who had been waiting for a long time. He glanced at the four people who entered the door, his eyes paused slightly on Ross, and then he looked at Negri Mu bowed and said, "My lord, there are guests..."

"Understood," Negrim interrupted him unceremoniously, not hiding his bad relationship with the butler in front of Ross: "What about people?"

The housekeeper obviously felt that he was offended, and the expression on his face was uncertain. After a long time, he said in a stiff voice: "Your study."

Negrim raised his legs and walked forward, and ordered without looking away, "Pour a cup of hot tea for the mayor, and he will leave after drinking."

The butler exchanged glances with Ross, then said respectfully to Negrim: "Yes."

Ross followed the butler to the side hall, and Allen also left after sending Negrim upstairs. Abel knew that Negrim needed to change clothes, so he hurriedly went to buy it.

Negrim has been running around for a day, and he is already very tired. Abel thought that with his master's personality, he might just stay in the room to rest for a while before going to meet the guests. Unexpectedly, as soon as Negrim changed Clothes, he propped up his cane to stand up.

Abel was taken aback, and hurried to help him, but Negrim did not refuse, because his legs really couldn't exert much strength.

The child couldn't help but looked up at him. Negrim pursed his lips tightly, and the expression on his face was so serious that Abel had never seen before. Abel's heart was pounding, worried and frightened, but for the unknown person As a guest, he has no right to intervene, so after holding back for a long time, he could only ask: "Master, would you like some refreshments?"

He still remembered that Negrim only drank a sip of soup at the celebration in Harlan Town. If there was no food in his stomach, not only would his body be cold, but he might not have much energy to deal with that guest.

But Negrim frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and didn't listen to Abel's question at all. After the child repeated the words, he just gave an absent-minded "hmm" and walked away. The legs walked towards the study.

Abel had to stop after sending his master to the door of the study. He was just a slave. Negrim could take him with him when he went out to play, but he was not qualified to follow such an important guest. After entering, he tried his best to look around, but he only vaguely saw the figure sitting on the study chair at the moment when Negrim opened and closed the door.

Of course, he couldn't possibly know the guests of Negrim, but he caught a glimpse of the luxurious clothes on the man's body. To put it bluntly, his clothes looked even better than those of the lord and earl of Negrim, Abel Not really stupid, he vaguely guessed the origin of this guest.

This guest probably came from the capital, and he appeared on the day of his birthday. He was probably here to send care and blessings to Negrim on behalf of His Majesty the King—if Negrim’s past situation in the capital was true, It was worth the King's troubles.

Abel guessed that this envoy probably didn't just come here for a friendly visit. His work might be more to check on Negrim's living conditions in Harlan Town. What a guest wants to see...

Abel stood outside the door with a very ugly face, not only because the guest was not kind, but also because he had no way to help his master, he couldn't even accompany Negrim to comfort him, he After learning swordsmanship with Allen for so long, I thought I could protect my master, but now, I can only watch Negrim face the malice brought by others alone, and he doesn't even I can't get through the door in front of me.

It made him feel like a worthless piece of shit.

But he actually knows that what he can do is not just to dress up and make Negrim happy, if...if he is not as weak as he is now, if he can have power...

Abel stared blankly at his little palm, and it took him a long time before he came back to his senses.

The child rubbed his red eyes, bowed his head and walked away.

His master was not yet full, and he had to go to the kitchen to get some refreshments and hot tea.

The sky was getting dark, and the maids lit up the lampstands in the corridor at some point. Abel walked staggeringly, and the shadow trailing behind him gradually shortened as he passed each candlestick, and then shook and elongated again. One is aware of the slow changes in it.