lord and his dragon

The weather was so cold, Negrim didn't stay outside after talking with Allen, and immediately took Abel back to the room. Of course, before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Allen's guards to practice those A lazy man who eats his employment fee in vain.

From the Lord Lord's point of view, although those people are not needed for business, torturing them to make him happy can be regarded as a kind of gain.

After Nigrim returned to the relatively warm room, he immediately asked Abel to change his clothes, and then nestled in his own big bed. Abel ran to the kitchen non-stop and brought hot soup for Nigrim. He didn't even have time to tidy up his clothes, so he was ordered by the delicate lord to warm his feet under the quilt.

Negrim's sheepskin boots were actually quite warm, but his body was weak, and he couldn't radiate excess heat. After a long time, his feet became as cold as ice. When he leaned on them, Abel shrank a little. , but he still tried to hold his master's pale feet in his arms, warming them with his belly like a small stove.

It took a long time for Negrim to regain his strength. The hot soup made his frozen pale face a little more bloody, and against the delicate eyebrows and gloomy temperament, he looked as if he had just had a full meal vampire.

There is nothing to do today. The quiet room and the slowly warming body made Negrim gradually relax. He moved Abel's warm feet in his arms in boredom, and said lazily: "I didn't You are so stupid, why can't you even remember your own age?"

Abel was buried under the quilt, unable to speak.

Fortunately, Negrim didn't really want to delve into this matter. He just asked casually, and then asked, "Then do you remember the past?"

Abel had actually forgotten a lot of things, but when Negrim asked him, he tried hard to think about it. After a long time, he emerged from the quilt and replied as clearly as possible: "Sorry master, I can't remember. It’s too clear, I only know that I had a mother before.”

"Everybody has a mother," said Negrim deadpan, but it was clear he was interested in the subject, for he asked again, "How is she treating you?"

Abel thought about it, and replied: "Uh, it's pretty good, I don't remember exactly."

Negrim let out an "oh" and said, "That's right, you must have been very young back then, so it's normal that you can't remember clearly."

But he added: "I remember things from my childhood very clearly."

Abel was actually very curious about what happened to Negrim when he was a child, but it was quite treacherous for a slave to inquire about his master's past, and his master would definitely feel offended, so he could only hold back his curiosity.

Soon, Negrim asked again: "Why did you become a thief again? Your mother died?"

Abel felt a little sad, but still replied: "Yes, she died."

"How?" Negrim asked.

Abel replied, "Burn her, they say she's an ill-natured witch."

The two of them slept at one end of the bed, so Abel couldn't see Negrim's expression, but he heard Negrim fall silent for a moment, then smiled sarcastically, and said, "People always do that, don't they? "

Abel didn't know what Negrim had experienced, so he nodded silently.

Negrim was quiet for a while, then asked again: "Then how did you survive? Since they decided to kill your mother, they will definitely not show kindness and just let you go."

Indeed, Abel tried to recall, and said: "Before she was captured, she hid me in the stove. The place was very small, and we all took a lot of effort to stuff me in."

Abel gradually immersed himself in the vague memory of the screaming and scorching heat: "There was ash everywhere, they broke in, and my mother lit the stove..."

"Ignite?" Negrim's feet moved suddenly, waking Abel up, and their owner interrupted from the other side of the bed: "Aren't you still inside?"

Abel was taken aback for a moment, and then stammered: "Yes, yes, I'm still inside, she...she pretended..."

"You mean she pretended to light the stove, but in fact there wasn't much fire, and as soon as the group of people left, you put out the fire and crawled out?" Negrim helped this little slave with a bad brain make up whole way.

"Uh, uh," Abel stuttered twice, and said slowly, "Isn't it."

"That's right, what's right?" Negrim was a little dissatisfied.

Abel was afraid that he would be angry, so he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry!"

"Forget it." Negrim also knew that he couldn't ask too much of this little slave who couldn't even remember how old he was, so he let him go and continued: "Afterwards, you escaped from where you originally lived and wandered all the time. Coming to Harlantown?"

Abel hurriedly said, "Yes."

Negrim thought about it. Abel probably wasn't sensible when he escaped, and he had been wandering for so long, at most five or six years old. Such a child could successfully escape from the man-eating village at that time, and he is still alive today. , It was really not an easy task, and it could be seen from his stature that the little slave had suffered a lot before meeting him.

Negrim thought about it, and felt that he shouldn't treat Abel so harshly, such as using his cold feet to keep him warm. Before he could think clearly, he shrank back with his feet. He didn't appreciate it, and panickedly hugged his feet even tighter with a force he couldn't resist.

"What's the matter, master?" Abel realized what he had done belatedly, loosened his hands quickly, and asked in a hurry, "I'm too hot?"

Negrim came to his senses at this time, and didn't understand why he had to be considerate of a slave, so he turned his feet into Abel's arms and said with a cold face: "Do you think you are Flint? How is it possible? Burn me."

After hearing this, Abel finally felt relieved, and hugged them tighter.

After a moment of silence in the room, Negrim's voice sounded again.

"You can forget everything about the past. Since you met me, I won't let you become like that again."

Abel froze for a moment.

"I will give you knowledge, strength, and make you strong. From now on, you will only have me in your heart. You must be my sword, my shield, and you must protect me. I use it."

Negrim asked, "Can you do it?"

Abel swallowed his saliva, and his heartbeat became much faster. He wanted to try his best to ensure his honesty in front of Negrim, but he had a secret that he couldn't tell. He didn't know what this secret would bring, but He dared to swear with his own soul that his body and mind belonged to his master, and he would go all out to complete every order the master gave him.

So he solemnly promised: "I can, master."

Negrim didn't notice the little slave's mental activity, he moved his feet, hummed, and said, "That's what it should be, Alan who is going to teach you martial arts is a serious swordsman, If you can't learn anything from him, you will be even more useless than the group of people on the training ground."

"I will work hard," Abel promised quickly: "You said before that you want me to learn knowledge, who is the person who taught me?"

Abel really couldn't think of it. After all, apart from him in the entire castle, Nigrim seemed to have no one to trust. Who else could teach him knowledge?

Negrim was silent for a while after hearing this, and then said: "What are you worried about? The person who taught you knowledge is much better than Allen."

Abel was taken aback, and said in a daze, "Worse than the Chief of the Guard? Didn't you say that the Chief of the Guard is a swordsman?"

The person who can be called a swordsman is already one in a thousand strong!

As soon as Abel finished speaking, he heard Negrim on the other side of the bed say dryly: "What is a swordsman? The teacher who teaches you knowledge is a lord."

Abel came to his senses now, and said in surprise, "You, are you going to teach me yourself?!"

Negrim himself didn't seem to have much self-confidence. As soon as Abel's words came out, he misunderstood, frowned, and said, "How? Do you dare to be dissatisfied?"

Abel quickly said: "Of course not! Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just too flattered, the master is naturally stronger than the chief guard, I believe you!"

Isn’t that the truth? After all, no matter how powerful the chief guard is, he must obey Negrim’s orders. If the lord tells him to go east, he can’t go west. In this way, Negrim is indeed stronger than Allen .

But Abel agreed, and Negrim himself was a little shy. He was not happy, so he raised his leg and kicked Abel, causing the latter to sway, and said: "I'm hungry, I don't want to wear clothes." Clothes go downstairs to teach those ignorant wastes, you go and bring up the dinner, bring your own share, I will eat in the room."

Strictly speaking, dining in the bedroom does not conform to noble etiquette, but in such a small remote place, of course the lord himself has the final say, so Abel quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes and ran outside.

The little slave was not affected by Negrim's tantrum. On the contrary, Negrim's own bed became cold. He hummed unhappily again, but this time no one hugged his feet and coaxed him. him.

Unhappy, Negrim thought to himself, it seemed that he would not be able to easily let this foolish slave leave his side in the future.