lord and his dragon

On the outskirts not far from Harlan Town, there is a small castle with wooden gates, dark gray walls, a garden that has just been cleaned up, and some creepers that have not been cleaned. This is the residence of the lord. up.

It is late autumn now, and the stone castle does not keep warm. Fortunately, this world has such a convenient thing as magic. In Negrim's bedroom, there is a fireplace that has not been opened, and there are piles of flint in it, although it cannot completely warm the room. Get up, but somewhat warmer.

This castle was built more than 100 years ago by a stupid nobleman who tried to use this place as a territory. However, after the front foot was completed, he had not officially announced that he would become the lord here, and he was scared back by the orcs in the land of no man. After leaving the capital, it is cheaper for others now.

Two months ago, when Negrim first arrived, it took a long time for the servants to clean up the place, but he did not bring any valuables, so there were very few decorations in the castle, except for the carved flowers that came with the buildings. There is no other decoration, even in his own bedroom, there is only a carpet, and the wooden desk for office is empty, except for quills and ink, there is not even a book.

The bed here is very spacious, but it is useless. No matter how spacious the bed is, there is no heat, and it will still be cold to sleep on.

Negrim put on a loose shirt, the ribbons were tightened around the wrists, and the overly long silk cuffs were brought out into beautiful flower pleats, covering the back of his bony hands layer by layer, two slender and thin The long and thin legs were exposed, and there were some hideous scars on the knee of the left leg, and the joints were slightly twisted.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, his half-length black curly hair drooping on the side of his face, making his eyes look like a heavy shadow.

At this moment, there was a knock on the closed door, and Nigrim's hunched back trembled slightly, then slowly straightened up, and he said, "Come in."

The door was opened, and the maid didn't dare to look any further. She raised her hand and pushed the child who was hesitantly looking at the carpet beside her, and then closed the door in a panic.

The child was taken aback by this sudden movement, looked back at the door, and then looked at his feet that had been washed white, then raised his head, and looked timidly at the lord sitting by the bed.

Negrim didn't turn around to look, but still lowered his head. He just picked at his imperfectly trimmed fingernails and said, "Come here."

Hearing this, the child couldn't help being a little happy to be close to this exquisite and beautiful nobleman, but the long time of wandering still made him more timid, so he thought about it and decided to kneel down on the ground like a puppy Using all fours, he crawled towards the lord.

The carpet was very thick, the child was very light, and his movements were almost silent, so Negrim first turned his head impatiently because of waiting, and found that there was no one at the door. When he turned his head, he saw the child under his feet, who was caught Startled.

The expression on his face froze for a moment, then gradually faded away, and then returned to the gloomy expression again.

After bringing the person back, the child was tidied up, and the maids diligently scrubbed the body clean, the snow-white skin was soaked in hot water and turned red, the tangled long silver hair was combed smoothly, and put on An oversized robe.Just like when we met, he should have been beaten a lot on weekdays, and his bony calves were covered with dense bruises and bruises when he knelt on the ground.

Probably because no one had touched him all this time, the child was a little more courageous, lying on the ground and sneaking a look at his lame leg while Negrim was not paying attention.

Negrim's eyes were dark, and he asked, "Is it ugly?"

The child didn't expect to be caught, so frightened, he immediately buried his head in the blanket.

Negrim looked at him for a while, then asked again, "Do you feel sick?"

The child came to his senses now and shook his head quickly.

Negrim didn't really care about his answer, because no slave would criticize his master.

He just asked, "What's your name?"

The child froze for a moment, then looked up at him. Those green eyes caught Nigrim's attention. It took a long time for the latter to realize that the child said he had no name.

"Then," Negrim said after thinking for a while, "I will give you a name. From now on, you will be called Abel."

Abel stared blankly at the young man. It took him a long time before he seemed to realize it, and asked, "Abel?"

A smile appeared on Negrim's pale face, making him finally look like a normal boy, but soon, the smile faded away. He bent his body, propped his chin with his hands, and said: "Abel means life."

Abel realized something, he looked at the lord, his breathing gradually became short of breath, and water began to appear in those green eyes, like the turquoise lake washed by fresh rain, almost suffocating the lord.

"You have good eyes."

Negrim stared at him for a while, and gradually straightened his back. He slowed down his voice to conceal his embarrassment, and introduced himself: "The Earl of the Golden Feather King, the Marginal Forest, the Borderlands and Lord of Harlan Town, your master, Negrim Xiu Nuoding, from now on, trust me wholeheartedly, serve me, and be loyal to me, Abel."

Abel didn't understand the whole section of titles at all. He only memorized Negrim's name and the words "your master". His forehead lightly touched the toes of Negrim's toes, and he closed his eyes reverently, and kissed his pale instep with blue blood vessels with his lips.

"Master, master," the child muttered in a childish voice, "I will, I will trust you, serve you, and be loyal to you."

Nigrim showed a satisfied smile, stretched out his hand to pull up Abel who was lying on the ground, touched his stomach, and found that it was bulging, obviously just full, so he put down his hand and said: "From now on, you will rest in my room, try not to leave me too far."

Negrim pursed his lips and whispered, "I will protect you."

Abel trusted him wholeheartedly and nodded vigorously.

In the room of Negrim, there is a magic lamp brought from the royal capital, which is filled with light elements, illuminating the room brightly, but in fact, it is almost dark outside.

"Over."

As the spell sounded, the magic lamp went out.

It was dark in the room, and he didn't need to look at Negrim to know that Abel must have an expression of admiration on his face. The children in the country probably never had the opportunity to touch magic, and he didn't intend to let the children treat him. There was some misunderstanding, and he lazily explained: "I'm not a magician, and anyone who reads it will go out."

Immediately, Negrim didn't pay attention to the little slave's expression. He turned sideways and put his right leg on the bed. When he moved his inconvenient left leg, Abel rushed up to him in the dark, holding it with both hands. Negrim's aching knee and calf, the latter flinched subconsciously, but then obeyed his strength.

Abel is small and skinny, and looks like he is only eight or nine years old, but he is very strong, which is completely different from his appearance, and his palms are also warm in this weather, printed in Negri It was very hot on Tom's cold legs.

Negrim was actually very attached to this kind of heat, but he didn't show it. Instead, he shrank into the quilt without the slightest warmth.

He didn't have many resources to bring from the capital. Flint could be placed in the room to heat up, but he couldn't put it in the quilt. It was fine in the first few days, but the weather was getting colder during this period, and he was not in good health. It was very difficult, and the black and blue in front of his eyes made his ugly face look even more frightening.

But he had walked a lot today and was tired and sleepy, and the cold weather and the pain in his legs couldn't keep him awake.

Negrim closed his eyes and threw the extra blanket off the bed. He heard the sound of Abel dragging it "rustling" beside the bed, and gradually fell into chaos.

After an unknown amount of time, Negrim, who had been hovering on the edge of sleep due to the cold, suddenly felt his body sink, and then his feet warmed up. The next moment, he fell into a deep sleep.

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When Negrim woke up, his normally cold feet were as warm as leaning on a stove, and the wound on his knee didn't feel sore. He moved in a daze, unexpectedly, another living creature moved under his feet. down.

Nigrim was startled, and immediately kicked the thing with force on his leg, but he was not strong enough, and he couldn't move one leg at all, so the thing just swayed for a while, and then kicked from under the quilt in a panic. With a messy silver head, a pair of green eyes stared wide open, looking at him in surprise and fear.

It's Abel.

Negrim regained consciousness for a while, and finally remembered what happened yesterday. He looked down, and sure enough, the blanket thrown to Abelgay last night returned to him.

Because of his own self-assertion, Abel rolled over from the big soft bed and crawled to the side of the Negrim bed on all fours, with his forehead resting on the carpet, not daring to explain anything, just waiting in fear. Master's punishment.

Negrim originally wanted to get angry, but as soon as Abel got out of the quilt, his feet immediately cooled down, he stayed for a while, and said slowly: "This time is enough for self-assessment, and the next time is not an exception. "

Hearing this, Abel quickly pressed his forehead against his hanging fingertips: "Thank you, master!"

Negrim pushed his head away with one finger, retracted into the quilt again with a complicated expression, and said, "Come up, I'll sleep for a while."

Since the weather turned cold, he hasn't had a good night's sleep. Now that he finally has a chance, he might as well make up for everything he left behind.

Hearing this, Abel was taken aback for a moment, and then a big smile appeared on his face. He ran to the end of the bed with both hands and feet, lifted the corner of the quilt and got in. On his belly, he stretched out his warm hands to cover Nigrim's aching knee, then slowed down his breathing following the rhythm of Negrim, and fell asleep with his master.