lord and his dragon

When he woke up again, the sky was already bright, and Negrim looked at the small clock beside the bed, and found that it was already noon.

The rare good sleep swept away the exhaustion of these days. He kicked the child under his feet, watched the child crawl out of the quilt in a daze, crawled to the carpet beside the bed, and ordered: "Go out!" Wash your face, change your clothes, get my things from the housekeeper, and from today onwards, you will serve me."

Abel suddenly came to his senses, happy and excited, but after a moment of hesitation, he said in shame, "I'm sorry, master, I, I won't."

Negrim frowned, a little impatiently, and said, "If you don't know how to learn, don't make me say it twice, go quickly."

Abel could hear that he was a little unhappy, so he didn't dare to refute, so he quickly got up from the ground, opened the door, and ran out.

After all, it was the first time. The child neither knew anyone nor was familiar with the route of the castle. Negrim didn't hear the knock on the door until he almost fell asleep again.

"Come in," he said.

Pushing a small cart, Abel appeared at the door panting. He kicked off his ill-fitting shoes outside the door. With bare feet, he brought a plate containing toiletries and a large basin of water into the room.

Abel's robe yesterday was replaced by servant-style pants, but they were obviously too big. The sleeves and trouser legs were rolled up several times, and the waistband of the trousers was also clamped behind him with a wooden clip. Look to Negrim.

"Didn't the steward teach you how to do it?" Negrim asked.

Abel shook his head blankly.

Not to mention teaching him to serve the lord, the butler is very impatient with him, and even the clothes he changed were randomly arranged by a maid, but Abel is very used to the bad attitude of others, so he didn't think there was anything wrong , only tried his best to complete the tasks assigned to him by Negrim.

Negrim didn't seem to be angry, and he was so calm that he seemed to have expected the attitude of the housekeeper. He just said, "Come and brush my teeth first. Do you know how to use a toothbrush?"

Abel was a little nervous, and replied, "Someone used it for me yesterday."

Negrim nodded, seeing that the child couldn't reach him, he bent down intimately.

Abel's movements were careful and careful. After washing, he put the things back on the trolley, and brought Negrim's clothes instead. Because he had slept for a long time, the latter's left leg could not use much strength. , Abel massaged Negrim for a while with his warm palms, and then under his command, he helped him to apply the complicated noble services to him.

"No, this one is the last one, and the white one first."

"Inverted, wear it from the front."

"That's not how bows are tied."

One taught patiently, the other studied carefully, but Abel really hadn't been exposed to these things, and it still took a very long time to get fully dressed, which made him ashamed and frustrated.

But Negrim didn't mean to blame him, just said: "Help me put on my shoes and comb my hair. It's time to go out."

The boots that were soiled yesterday had been cleaned by the maid, and another pair of lambskin boots were brought today. Abel knelt on the ground and helped Negrim put on the socks.

Due to the disability, Negrim's left foot looks much thinner than his right foot, and the joints are somewhat deformed. Maybe others will find it disgusting, but in Abel's view, that thin and pale foot only makes him feel Distressed, if it wasn't for not being able to act at will without the master's order, he must not be able to resist kissing it.

After the sock was put on that foot, there was no big difference from the left foot. Abel watched it slowly being hidden by the sheepskin boots, then got up again, and took the comb to help Negrim comb his hair.

Unlike Negrim's thin body, his hair is very healthy, black and shiny, and the seaweed-like curls are very cute in Abel's eyes. Negrim's hair is now at a very embarrassing length, not tied enough He got up, but it was disheveled and disheveled. Fortunately, he didn't care about it, and only let Abel tidy up. He took the cane by the bed and stood up.

Abel was about to open the door with two short legs, but he was caught and touched his stomach, which was flat.

"When I went to wash my face, I was afraid that I would not have the strength to serve the master, so I ate a piece of bread." The child replied guiltily.

It is obviously not a commendable thing for a slave to eat before his master.

But Negrim had no intention of punishing him, and only said, "Let's go to eat."

Abel froze for a moment, then nodded.

The lord is not as rich as the nobles in the rumors. Except for his room, there is no bedding on the floor in other parts of the castle, and the heels of his shoes can easily make noisy noises.

The two were walking in the empty corridor. Abel hadn't worn much shoes. Although he had tried his best to grab the oversized soles with his toes at the moment, it didn't help much. His shoes still made a loud "crack" The sound of "clack clack" completely covered the sound of the lord's two light and one heavy boots hitting the floor.

Abel was a little anxious, worried that he would be disgusted by his master because he was too rude, and the tip of his nose was sweating, but before his master could really speak, he was distracted by a rustling conversation mind.

"It's terrible, it's still a child!"

"Yeah, I guess he's only seven or eight years old, but the nobles probably have this kind of hobby."

"Our lord is young, so gloomy, and still a lame man. I'm afraid he is much more perverted in private."

"I didn't get up until noon, and the child was sent out to serve him. It will be difficult in the future."

"Hey, I don't care what happens to him, as long as the lame lord doesn't look at me, everything will be fine."

"Yes, yes, we all have to pay attention, hahahahahaha."

It was a group of gossiping maids who didn't notice the lord's arrival because of Abel's loud footsteps. Before Abel could react, Negrim had already raised his legs and used his fastest speed to move indiscriminately. Walking through a bend, he threw the cane in his hand towards them, causing the group of maids to scream.

The wooden cane missed the person, knocked against the wall, and rolled to the ground, scaring the group of maids to their knees like quails, trembling.

No one dared to look up at the Lord Lord's face, that pale and terrifying face must be covered with dark clouds and hostility.

"Go away!" said Negrim.

The group of maids who thought they would be killed by the tyrannical lord turned around and ran away in a hurry, almost losing their shoes.

Only then did Abel realize what happened just now, and immediately ran forward, picked up Negrim's cane, wiped it clean, and handed it to him with both hands.

Negrim took it with a gloomy face, and didn't say anything, but continued to walk towards the hall, but his steps became obviously faster, and the flaws in his movements became more obvious.

A look of concern came over Abel's face.

Although his master is a lord with so many titles, life seems to be unsatisfactory. What makes him even more sad is that he is too weak to help him in his daily life.

Negrim didn't turn his head and said, "Put your expression away."

Abel was startled, and looked up. The lord had stopped at some point, turned around, and looked at him with dark eyes.

"I don't need anyone's pity, especially you, Abel," he said, his cold voice slowly softening: "You just need to trust me."

Hearing this, Abel nodded vigorously. He wanted to say, I have always believed in you, master, but before he could say anything, Negrim had already turned around and walked forward again, so he could only follow in silence. up.

Because Abel came out once before, the servants knew that Negrim had woken up and the food was on the table, but obviously, no one bothered to take care of them, because Negrim came out more At night, the bread on the table was already cold, and the broth was only a little warm.

Negrim was used to it, he didn't say anything, just sat down in his seat in silence, and started eating.

A piece of bread can't satisfy a child's stomach, and the smell of the broth is very weak, but it is obvious that Abel knew his master's embarrassing situation, so he stood behind him, trying to ignore his hunger, and looked around vigilantly, as if A vigilant mongoose.

Negrim's appetite has always been poor, not to mention the food is not tasty, he ate a little casually, and his movements slowed down.

At this time, the housekeeper who hadn't appeared all this time came late from nowhere and came to the dining table to greet him.

Negrim stopped eating and looked at him blankly. His dark eyes made the butler feel guilty, but soon he remembered that the lord was just a useless person in the capital. The puppet, whose family property has been swallowed up by other nobles, is not worthy of his fear at all, so his expression became calm again, showing a hypocritical smile, and then said: "Good day, I'm sorry I'm late, but the lord My lord, it is not easy to take care of such a castle, I am too busy—”

Before he could finish his words, a cold liquid splashed directly on his face, and the housekeeper was stunned. It took him a long time to react, and while trembling, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and said in disbelief. Looking at Negrim, his face flushed.

The lord was leaning on the long table with a blank expression on his face, an empty milk glass was hanging on his left hand, and the emerald ring on his thumb was shining.

"Go away," Negrim said.

The housekeeper's face turned red and pale, and he almost couldn't help but want to teach this kid who couldn't see the situation clearly.

Seeing him standing still, Negrim put down his milk cup, twirled the ring on his thumb, and said, "Don't get out? Do you want me to call the guards to invite you?"

Hearing the word guards, the butler showed a trace of apprehension on his face. Although he was still unwilling, he still had a gloomy expression, bowed to him with a face that smelled of milk, turned and left.

After the butler left, Negrim raised his voice again: "You bastards get out of here too!"

When the maids accompanying the hall heard this, they hurriedly dispersed as if they were relieved. In an instant, only Negrim and Abel were left in the empty hall.

Negrim snorted, and put the bread basket and broth plate on the seat next to him, then raised his chin at Abel, who was standing aside, and said, "Eat."

Abel hadn't recovered from the incident just now. He was stunned for a moment when he heard the order, and then remembered that his master didn't like people disobeying his orders, so he immediately knelt on the ground and used the seat as a dining table. He ate voraciously.

He was already hungry, and until yesterday, he couldn't even remember how long he hadn't eaten bread, and broth was something he couldn't even think about. Now it's all thanks to his master that he A chance to enjoy these things.

Nigrim supported his head with one hand, touched Abel's thin sunken cheeks with the other hand, and touched his gradually swollen belly. After admiring his eating for a while, he said slowly: "Only now is That's all, soon, I will let you eat better things."

Abel nodded vigorously, he believed in his master.

A smile appeared on Negrim's pale face. He also put the empty glass and the still full milk jug on the seat, and said with his chin raised, "If you want to drink, pour it yourself, I won't serve you."