lord and his dragon

Although Abel was depressed, but because he was worried that Negrim would be hungry, he moved as fast as before when he went to get the food. When he passed by in the side hall, he also took a look at the housekeeper and the mayor of Ross to make sure The reporter really did not run around as he said.

His actions didn't avoid the two of them. Because the butler knew that he was Alan's apprentice, he didn't dare to show him any face. He just avoided his sight, and Ross only thought he was Negrim's whim. The slaves he raised didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Abel didn't even think about how much the two of them welcomed him. When he found that Ross was indeed staying in the side hall, he walked upstairs quickly.

I don't know if his master is in a hurry.

Thinking about it, Abel walked to the study, and was about to knock on the door when he got closer, but heard a faint voice from it.

The study room, as the place where the lord works and talks, was built as a room that can isolate certain sounds, but Abel's hearing is unbelievably good, and when he gets closer, the voice of the conversation inside becomes clearer, and the child's palms It was Khan. He was nervous and ashamed, but after hesitating for a while, his worry about his master still prevailed. He held the food with one hand, pressed the door with the other hand, and gently leaned his ears against the door. go up.

"...You don't know anything, no one here takes me seriously!"

It is the voice of Negrim!Abel was startled at first, followed by heartache and worry. He had never heard his master speak in such a tone. Negrim's usually clear voice became hoarse, full of hatred and resentment, He was completely different from the usual calm and silent him.

Abel could almost imagine what expression his master was using to say these words.

"No one in this filthy castle turned towards me. My servants talked about me, my housekeeper taunted me, and my guards ignored me! Even the mayor of that dilapidated town treats me like hell!" Negrim said in a bitter voice: "He thought I didn't know, and every time he walked, he laughed at me behind my back! One day, I will make him pay!"

The room was quiet for a while, and then another slow, hypocritical voice sounded: "This is the reason why I came here, Lord Earl, Your Majesty is very worried about you, if you are really unhappy here, why don't you come with me?" Go back to the capital together?"

Abel recognized that the voice came from the guest from the royal capital. Although he felt that Negrim's behavior was a bit strange, he was not worried about his master's fate. He knew that even if Negrim wanted to When he went back to the capital, he would definitely bring himself with him, so he calmed down and continued to listen.

Negrim in the room seemed to be hesitant. After a long time, he said submissively, "I, I don't want to go back to the capital either."

The guest was probably amused by his performance, and said: "Why? You are still afraid of those people... Well, Your Majesty said that you can let the archbishop heal your legs and feet, and when you recover, no one will reject you. "

Negrim was silent for a while, and then said: "No, it hurts too much. The bishop said that I have to crush my leg again before I can be treated again. Who knows if his words are true or not, I don't want to be so painful! "

The room was quiet again, and it took a long time for Abel to hear Negrim continue: "And even if I go back, what's the use? Hugh Nuoding's house is just an empty shell, the warehouse is empty, and there is a dime in the account book." Nothing, even the house is mortgaged, and I don’t even have a place to live when I go back...Even if I’m not a cripple, such a poor nobleman is still the object of ridicule.”

"I am very grateful for everything Your Majesty has done for me," Negrim said in a low voice, "Although it's not good here, at least I can have a bite to eat, and no one will really dare to embarrass me. It doesn't matter if I feel wronged... ..."

The guest sighed and said: "Since you think so, there is nothing you can do, but I will talk to the mayor who is not polite before I leave, but the servants in the castle are your own property. You still have to figure it out yourself.”

Negrim quickly expressed his gratitude as if he had received a huge favor: "Thank you so much, yes, thank you, Your Majesty too! I never thought that a down-and-out guy like me could get your help and His Majesty's care in such a place!"

Hearing this, the guest smiled and exchanged greetings with Negrim, and was about to go out. Abel quickly stood up straight, as if he had just run over from the other end of the corridor.

Just as Abel expected, he had just taken two steps in the corridor when the door of the study was opened, and the guest came out first, and Abel could finally see his appearance clearly—he was a tall and thin man, three He looks about 40 years old, with a neatly trimmed beard, and the clothes on his body are exquisite and beautiful, with complicated patterns embroidered with precious dark gold thread, showing dazzling reflections in the dim candlelight.

Negrim followed behind him, shrouded in darkness by the long shadow of this man. He lowered his head, looking thin and haggard, almost making Abel's eyes red with distress, but he understood that there were outsiders now Now is not the time to be presumptuous.

Holding the tray in his hand, Abel knelt down on the cold floor. The moment he looked away, he noticed the disgust on the guest's face for this old and shabby castle, but soon, when he faced Ni When it was time for Negrim, he restrained his distaste and pretended to appreciate it, probably to make Negrim feel that the current state of the castle is indeed very good.

Negrim was stunned for a moment when he saw Abel, and seemed to have just remembered that the other party said that he would bring food to him, but he didn't pay attention to the child, but led the guests, limping and not looking Squinting past Abel.

Negrim looked downstairs, and said positively and urgently to the guest: "The mayor with no eyesight is downstairs, I'll take you to meet him, you must teach him a good lesson!"

There was impatience in the guest's eyes, but he still dealt with it: "Don't worry, just leave it to me... You still have to go downstairs, Mr. Earl, your legs and feet are not good, so let me go down by myself."

Negrim was stunned for a moment, and said with an expression of embarrassment and wishing for it: "That's so neglectful of you."

The guest smiled and said: "It's okay, my attendant is waiting below, and you are in a special situation, so you can't be negligent. I'm going down now, you go back and rest."

Negrim showed a moved expression, nodded again and again, and said: "Then I will trouble you, please tell Your Majesty for me that my life is still going well, I am very grateful to him, and send him my regards."

The guest nodded perfunctorily, as if he was too lazy to get along with Negrim anymore, he quickly went downstairs, turned a corner, and left without looking back.

Negrim had been leaning on the stairs and watching. Abel thought he was still watching him eagerly, but when Negrim turned his head, he found that his master's face was indifferent.

Negrim has returned to his usual appearance... No, he seems to be happier than before, just because he sent away the envoy from the capital, so he doesn't need to perform against his will anymore?

Abel was still kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up at his master.

Negrim turned around and walked slowly to his side. Although his footsteps were not very fast, he performed much better than before in front of the guest. He frowned and said to Abel: "Why are you still kneeling? What? Isn't it cold on the ground?"

It was only at this time that Abel came back to his senses, and quickly got up from the ground.

"You brought me something to eat?" Negrim glanced at the plate in his hand, and then his gaze stayed on the bowl of soup that was no longer emitting white steam.

He looked at Abel slowly, and stared at him. As a matter of course, Abel avoided his sight in a panic the next second.

What did Negrim know? He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Did you hear everything?"

Abel's body stiffened for a moment, then he buried his face and nodded slightly.

Although Negrim's course of teaching him knowledge stopped halfway through, he had also read many books in Negrim's collection, and one of them was about how to teach the servants to understand the rules. I have seen many cases of nobles punishing servants.

A slave is so bold as to eavesdrop on the conversation between the master and important guests, and even hear the master's miserable past and the current embarrassing situation where there are no available resources. Slaves were put to death.

Abel was very afraid of death. He was afraid that he would never be able to accompany Negrim again. He was afraid that he would no longer be in Negrim's life. He was even more afraid that after his death, another green-eyed person would replace him. The position in Negrim's heart, but it is an irrefutable fact that he eavesdropped on Negrim's conversation. No matter what his initial thoughts were, eavesdropping is the most inviolable dead line for a slave.

The child was already trembling with fear, but he still comforted himself in his heart, it’s okay, his master treats him so well and likes him so much, he will definitely not kill him, at most...at most throw away, but He is no longer the little beggar he used to be. He is very powerful now. Even if Negrim throws him away, he can still guard outside the castle every day. He will try his best to get back to Negrim. He will definitely do it. Arrived...

Just when Abel was silent and had already prepared the worst plan in his heart, he heard Negrim say lightly: "Oh, you can hear it if you hear it."

The child was taken aback, and suddenly looked up at him, only to see that Negrim didn't pay attention to him, but seemed to be thinking about something else, and the expression on his face really didn't seem to care about him. The situation was all overheard by Abel.

"I'm really hungry. I'll change another one when the food is cold. I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

After Negrim finished speaking, he took two steps towards the bedroom, but he didn't hear the sound of the child's movement. He couldn't help but glanced back at Abel who was still stuck in place, frowned and said, "What are you doing in a daze? ?”

Abel blinked in a daze, and finally realized what Negrim said just now. He looked at the other party carefully and asked, "Why didn't you punish me?"

He thought for a while, and asked tentatively with full expectation: "Because what I heard is all false?"

If any other slave asked such a question, it would definitely be regarded as an unrelenting pursuit of the master's information, but Negrim could clearly see the uneasiness and fear in those dark green pupils that grew darker and darker under the dim candlelight.

The child is still worried that he will suddenly change his mind, or just hide it and plan to settle the score later. He must now want an affirmative answer more than anyone else, because only in this way can he explain why Tongnigrim Do not punish him.

But it was a pity that Negrim was about to disappoint him. Standing in the shadows, the lord replied mercilessly, "No, what I said is true."

"I have been bullied in the royal capital, and all the nobles are ashamed to be with me. Because of this leg, I have become an outlier and everyone's laughing stock," Negrim said indifferently: "The Hugh Nordin family has long With the king's acquiescence, the property was scrapped by the emerging nobles who supported him and urgently needed to expand their wealth, including the old house of Hugh Nuoding's family, which was seized by them with excuses before I left the capital went."

"All of this is true. I am such an earl and lord who only has a title and does not have any real power or wealth."

The child's eyes widened, staring at him blankly.

Negrim moved, and slowly came out of the shadows. He walked over to the child and looked down at him.

"As for why you are not punished," he leaned close to Abel's ear, and said softly, "Because all of this will be a thing of the past, Abel, your news is out of date just now."

There was a shallow but confident smile on Negrim's face: "Believe me, Abel, I will take you on a completely different path, and no one will take anything away from me , just wait and see."