lord and his dragon

Because of the incompetence of the servants, it took Negrim a long time to change his clothes and go downstairs again.

His legs hurt badly, and he went downstairs very slowly, frowning, and his right hand would occasionally pull the bow tie on his neck. The servant was clumsy, and his movements were hasty and flustered. The tie was too tight, which almost made Negrim feel suffocated. .

The slender and pale neck was rubbed red by Negrim's movements, and blue blood vessels were looming under the neckline, giving people an illusion of fragility and helplessness.

Aside from the gloomy temperament around him, Negrim is actually quite delicate. The butler couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but he was quickly stared back at him coldly. After saluting, he said, "The guards are already waiting outside the door, and the mayor of Ross sent a carriage to pick you up."

Negrim ignored him, and walked past him expressionlessly. When he was about to leave the door, the butler said meaningfully: "My lord, I wish you a smooth journey."

This sounded like an ordinary greeting, and probably only those who knew something well could understand the meaning. The steward originally thought that Negrim would probably ignore him, but he didn't expect the latter to stop himself. step, turned to look at him.

Those dark and lightless eyes seemed to be able to swallow any waves of the extremely evil abyss. Negrim stared at him silently until the butler showed a fearful expression that he didn't even notice. With a pale and malicious smile, he said softly, "You too."

The butler's cheeks twitched violently, and then he laughed dryly, wanting to remind Nigrim that he didn't intend to go out at all, but Nigrim obviously didn't have that patience, he left the butler behind without looking back, and went out went.

Ross's carriage was parked at the door, it was still the same one, and the driver did not change. The four guards arranged by the butler stood around the carriage, although they had worked hard to straighten their backs to make themselves appear They were well-trained, but Negrim could still tell at a glance that they were not members of Allen's guards.

Negrim walked to the car door without changing his expression, and stopped, but the four guards just looked at him, without any movement, until he raised his hand impatiently and pointed to the door handle with his cane, and no one suddenly realized General rushed to help him open the door.

It's full of loopholes, and I don't know whether he looks stupid in the eyes of this group of people, or this group of people themselves are stupid.

Negrim thought, and got into the car with some difficulty.

The car was still covered with blankets, but without Abel beside him, the cold wind that leaked into the car hit Nigrim unobstructed, almost numb half of his body. Nigrim lowered his eyes and looked at the original There should be a place for children to sit on their knees. After a long time, he let out a soft breath: "Don't waste time, let's go."

After Nigrim's words fell, two or three seconds later, the carriage slowly moved forward. After a while, the figures of the group gradually disappeared on the path in the forest.

The butler stood at the door with a stiff face. He didn't know if Negrim's reply was just because he wanted to find fault or if he really knew something, so he kept staring at the carriage until they walked away and lost sight of it. Not seeing any swaying shadows, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, but then he felt a little annoyed, and couldn't believe that he would show his timidity in front of a dying brat, it was really embarrassing.

A servant who didn't understand people's expressions walked over and asked in a low voice, "My lord, what should we do now?"

Hearing the words, the butler glanced at him angrily, and reprimanded: "What else do you want to do? Clean up, clean up, have you finished your usual work yet?! Don't hurry up!"

The servant was scolded for no reason, didn't dare to say a word, and ran away timidly and angrily. The housekeeper looked at his back, gave a "sneer", and said loudly to the others: "Everyone!" Get moving and clean up this castle!"

"We're about to welcome a new owner."

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Because of the need to cooperate with the four not-so-strong guards, the speed of the carriage was not fast. Without some extra cold wind blowing in, the situation in Nigrim would be slightly better. The ring on his left hand, looking indifferently at the slowly receding scenery outside the window.

It has been four months since he came to Harlan Town, but he rarely went out. It seems that the coachman also knows this, probably because he thinks that it is impossible for Negrim to distinguish the difference in the surrounding scenery. There was no excuse to cover up or detour, but blatantly turned into another path that was completely opposite to Harlan Town.

Negrim watched all this happen quietly, until he had gone a long way on the wrong road, and he said, "This is not the way to Harlan Town."

Probably frightened by his sudden words, the carriage stopped abruptly, then concealed it, and continued to move forward at the original speed.

Negrim lowered his eyes and repeated calmly: "I say, you are going the wrong way."

The five people outside the car were silent, and no one dared to answer his words. Negrim felt that the carriage under him began to speed up gradually, so he closed his mouth in boredom—these people were useless at all. Hell, they don't know anything.

The body of the carriage was very heavy, and there was a driver sitting on it, so even though Negrim was very light, the wheels still left two deep ruts on the dirty ground that was half snow and half mud. These two ruts It spread from the gate of Negrim's castle all the way to the wheels, and it was very clear, but the coachman and guards were too busy following their master's instructions, and didn't pay attention to these obvious clues. Similarly, no one noticed that when the carriage left After a long time, someone galloped past along those traces, leaving behind two rows of small but very deep footprints due to enough force.

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Time passed slowly, and Negrim's patience was gradually exhausted. His body was very uncomfortable, and his head was dizzy from the cold and exhaustion, not to mention that the wound on his left leg was proclaiming his existence with pain. The arrangement is not bad considering the capabilities of the border town, but it is only not bad. The hard cushions made Negrim's back start to stiffen, and he began to worry a little about whether he would be able to get out of the car with dignity later on alone. up.

Just when Negrim couldn't bear to ask aloud, the carriage stopped.

Negrim touched his stiff back and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, and found that this was an unknown forest. Because of the winter, the trees outside were only bare. The branches stretched feebly and weakly, and the snow was so dirty and messy from the footsteps, it looked very desolate.

Soon, the car door made a loud noise, and was roughly opened from the outside, and the shadow outside was shaking. After a while, Ross leaned half of his body from the car door, looked at the innermost seat of the car, and sat on the seat with a pale face. Negrim, after confirming that the target did not make a mistake, a wretched and proud smile appeared on that fat and greasy face.

"My lord, please get out of the car." Ross said.

Negrim looked back blankly, and waited until Ross left the car door before he picked up his cane.

The first attempt was not very good. All the negative feelings in the body were affecting him. Negrim tried harder with the hand holding the cane, and even gritted his teeth and used his left leg, which had been suffering from severe pain. Only then barely stood up, he moved to the car door step by step, and then staggered out of the car.

Thanks to his strong cane, Negrim managed to get out of the car without falling, a feat for a lame and frail man, but no one here would appreciate it. There was a malicious laugh.

Negrim didn't take advantage of these voices, but calmly stood upright, raised his head and looked at the surrounding situation.

This was a clearing in the forest. The four guards and the coachman had hurriedly fled the moment the carriage stopped, and now only Ross and his many subordinates were left around Negrim.

In order to safely get rid of Negrim, Ross hired many people, each of them was tall and strong, and the man standing closest to him was particularly eye-catching. He exuded a kind of eye-catching danger Breath, as soon as Negrim's eyes fell on him, he saw a huge and hideous scar on his throat.

Anyone with such a wound would undoubtedly die, and the person who can survive under such a situation and turn it into a scar can only be a swordsman whose vitality far exceeds that of a normal person.

Negrim and the man met eyes, and found that the man was staring at him closely, with an excited expression on his face, which made Negrim feel a physical nausea, so as not to vomit on the spot, Negrim turned his gaze back to Ross's face.

Then he discovered that Ross's face didn't seem to be much better.

It's all disgusting, Negrim evaluated in his heart blankly.