lord and his dragon

Abel was small in stature but had a big appetite. There were five buns left in Negrim's basket, together with a plate of broth and a large jug of milk, which he ate up.

Negrim had never seen anyone with such an appetite, not to mention that Abel looked like a child of seven or eight years old, with a confused and unbelievable expression on his face, he touched Abel's face, He touched his swollen belly again, and almost opened his mouth to see if there was any magic circle drawn inside.

Abel let him fiddle without saying a word. Finally, Negrim, who found nothing abnormal, gave up and asked dryly, "Are you full?"

Abel nodded again and again, this was simply the most satisfying meal he had had in a long time.

Negrim took another look at the plates that Abel had wiped clean with bread, and felt that there was no need for him to drive out the group of maids. After all, who didn't know when he saw such a scene when he was clearing the table? Where did he feed the little slaves with his own food?

"Forget it," Negrim said with a sigh, "accompany me to the garden."

Abel nodded quickly, and quickly handed the cane to the lord's hand.

The lord is not rich. It has been two months. Although the flower garden in front of the castle has been planted with ornamental plants suitable for growing here, the larger garden behind the castle has just been taken care of. Except for a few trees, the weeds on the ground have just been pulled out, and new vegetation has not been planted yet. The bare ground is exposed, and there are clods turned up on the gravel road.

There's not much to see here, and Negrim didn't really come here for a walk—no cripple would like to wander around, and he walked along, crushing the dirt that had accidentally rolled onto the garden path. Block, arrived at the training ground further back.

Lords can own land, own tenants, and even control the tax rate in their own territory, but they cannot own an army. They can only support a guard of hundreds of people at most, hire a few knights or one or two swords that are stronger than ordinary people to keep yourself safe.

Therefore, the training grounds of most noble families are not large. After all, it is enough to accommodate a hundred people. For the sake of safety, it took a lot of effort to build the training ground.

But no matter how well the training ground is built, it doesn't mean much to Negrim.

Abel followed his master into the vast training ground, but found that there were only seven or eight lazy men hiding in the corner, not to mention weapons, they didn't even wear their armor neatly, some were basking in the sun, some Chatting, even drinking and playing poker, but no one is training.

Negrim didn't hide his arrival. The group of guards finally started to move after seeing the lord who paid them wages. They pushed each other, stood in a pile without discipline, and looked listlessly at own employer.

Abel glanced at Negrim secretly, thinking that he would be furious, but he didn't want the black-haired lord to remain calm, as if he didn't intend to get angry.

Not only was Nigrim not angry, he didn't even reprimand those people. He just stood there quietly, but because he was here, even if those guards didn't want to move, they would never do so in front of him. Being lazy, I had to stand stiffly on the training ground.

Abel has lived by looking at other people's eyes since he was a child. Of course, he can see the dissatisfaction and anxiety on the faces of the guards, and he can even infer the thoughts in the minds of the guards.

Apart from speaking ill of his master, this group of people must be comforting themselves in their hearts. This noble young master is weak and disabled. How long can he stand here?I'm afraid they will be leaving soon. At that time, they can still continue to be lazy, and this stern lord still has to pay them their wages on time.

The fact is true, Nigrim's legs and feet are not good, and he can't bear it after standing for a while. As soon as he moved, the group of guards showed hopeful expressions on their faces, but before they snickered, Nigrim Graham's moving route blinded their eyes.

The noble young master was delicate and frail, and he really couldn't stand for a long time, so he walked to the side of the stone bench and sat down, and it seemed that he didn't intend to leave in a short time.

Abel could not help pursing his lips when he saw those lazy people who didn't pay attention to his master, but heard Nigrim say indifferently: "Laugh if you want to, there is no need to hide it."

When Abel heard this, a big smile appeared on his face, and he replied, "Yes, master."

And those lazy guards looked at Abel as if they wanted to eat him alive.

As long as Negrim sat on the stone bench, the group of guards stood there. At first, Abel thought that his master was just trying to teach them a lesson, but soon he found that the lord's expression was not good.

The stone bench could rest the lord's legs, but it couldn't resist the gradually cooling weather. Negrim obviously felt a little cold, his face was extremely pale, and his lips were also a layer of blue.

Abel moved uneasily, and Negrim looked over at him.

"What's wrong with you?" Negrim asked.

Abel looked at him worriedly and whispered, "Are you cold? Sorry, but it might be warmer in the castle."

He was euphemistically expressing that there is no need for the lord to fight hard for a few lazy people here. He believes that his master must have many ways to teach them a lesson. Now this is obviously not worthwhile.

Negrim gave him a strange look, and said, "Come closer if you're afraid I'm cold, your body is very warm."

When Abel heard this, he thought his master didn't understand what he meant, but slaves can't make too many demands on their masters, so he had to obediently lean over, trying to use his own temperature to infect Nig The air around Rem, but it obviously didn't help, his master's face was still gradually turning pale in the cold.

Just when Abel couldn't help himself and tried to persuade Negrim for the second time, three figures entered the training field from the other side. They stood up straight and walked in an orderly manner. Wearing armor, he compared the crooked guards on the field almost immediately.

The leader completely ignored the few miscellaneous soldiers, walked into the training ground and took a look around, saw the lord sitting on the side, immediately ran towards this side, and showed him his thumb in Negrim Kneeling on one knee behind the emerald ring, he made a gesture of submission.

"You should know more about your master," Abel, who realized what had happened after a while, heard the people around him say, "I won't waste my body for those things, I'm here to wait for someone of."

"Sorry, I'm late, my lord." The man kneeling on the ground said respectfully.

"Get up, Alan," Negrim said, "Have you found anything?"