lord and his dragon

Abel's swordsman lessons went fairly well.

To be precise, it went too smoothly.

Allen has been training Abel with the extreme data shown in the first test, but soon, he found that the tasks he released were always easily completed by Abel. Except for sword skills, it seemed Abel's own physique was not specially exercised, so he took the child to find his master blankly.

Facing Allen's silent questioning, Negrim dragged the innocent-looking Abel to his side, and looked him up and down suspiciously.

Soon, Negrim understood what was happening. He put his hand into Abel's loose shirt, touched the child's swollen belly and gradually becoming less obvious ribs, and said hesitantly, "It seems that I have gained a little weight. .”

After finishing speaking, the lord stared at his little slave in silence for a while, and found that it was true. For half a month, he could fill his stomach with bacon, milk and bread every day. The thin and sunken cheeks also puffed up again, showing a rosy color.

Negrim frowned and asked, "Is it because your body hasn't recovered and you couldn't exert your strength?"

Abel was a little ashamed of his appetite. Hearing this, he nodded embarrassedly and said, "During the first test, I really didn't have much strength."

Hearing this, Negrim couldn't help but look up at Alan, who had a complicated expression on his face.

Originally, he only thought that the child was a talented person who was one in a thousand, but he didn't expect that the other party's potential was far more than that. Alan was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly, and said: "I underestimated the Earl. , you have never done a loss-making business."

Losing business?Abel didn't understand what Alan meant, but after hearing this, Negrim showed a smile on his face. He happily patted the child on the back and asked him to continue learning with Alan.

Allen kindly reworked Abel's training program and added other classes.

Allen is a swordsman, but he is not only good at swordsmanship. After discovering Abel's true potential, he also taught him how to use bows and arrows, daggers, and even knights. The teaching of Abel can only be regarded as the completion of the task. Now Allen is completely interested in talents and wants to teach his own skills, and Abel has also learned them one by one with great vigor, and he has learned a lot. Negrim should not be disappointed in the slightest.

——No, it can’t be said that he was not disappointed at all, because compared with Abel’s rapid progress in the swordsman course, his learning in knowledge was really beyond his reach, and every time he took the exam, Negrim was speechless.

"It's hard to believe that you were the same you when you learned to read and learn swordsmanship," Negrim resolutely refused to think that his education method was wrong, so he all-in-one put the blame on Abel, commenting: " I doubt that your brain is full of muscles."

And Abel accepted it all with a guilty conscience, because he knew clearly that the problem was indeed his own.

He wasn't really clumsy, it was just that every time Negrim gave him a lecture, he pulled him so close that Abel could hear his voice but couldn't keep his eyes on the book, and he was always irresistibly drawn by Nigrim. Graham's hair, profile, and even eyelashes attracted attention, and when he came back to his senses, he was facing a stern-faced lord who had finished his lecture, and the lord who was brought up by him. Yes, Abel didn't understand the question at all.

At this time, the child had no choice but to show a blank expression half-truth, and then watched the lord's well-shaped eyebrows tighten, and his pale and thin lips spat out his criticism.

Fortunately, Negrim didn't really expect perfect people in this world, so he wasn't really angry at Abel's slow learning of culture, but after a long time, he didn't bother to be strict and bother, and the class time became Half class and half chatting and having fun, but this really gave Abel time to free up his attention and read a book.

Negrim didn't quite understand why Abel couldn't learn when he was strictly disciplined, and let him read books by himself like herding sheep, but he could understand a lot, but the lord still thought that there was no problem with his teaching method. People are different, and a guy like Abel was not born to be taught.

Time passed day by day, and the weather outside gradually began to show signs of winter. Negrim used to go out every two or three days to listen to Allen's report, watch Abel practice swordsmanship by the way, and stay in the bedroom for a long time after cooling down. He went out again, ate on the bed, washed and asked Abel to fetch water to wipe his body, and the news of Allen was brought back directly by Abel after training.

Negrim is weak, and Harlan Town is located in a remote place. There are no good doctors, let alone magicians and bishops who can heal. Be careful, not to mention Abel, who is extremely cautious, never entering the door with a cold, sometimes when it rains, he will take off his clothes directly outside, to ensure that he can climb into Negrim's bed warmly foot.

This kind of physical fitness made Negrim very envious, as if his little slave was as hot as a small stove at any time, no matter how little he wore, he never caught cold.

The temperature has dropped a bit in the past two days, and the flint in the room is not as effective as it used to be. Although Nigrim has been lying on the bed, he still seems a little uncomfortable. Abel had to go to the kitchen to bring him some new fire every once in a while. Hot tea, hoping to make his master feel better.

Although he is still not as strong as a real swordsman, Abel's strength is no longer that of ordinary people. Holding a huge teapot full of hot water in his small hand, he is as relaxed as nothing, and he can even walk quickly. Running down the hallway without making any rattling noises of teapots and trays.

Soon, he arrived in front of Negrim's bedroom. The child stood at the door for a while, until the heat emitted by him dispelled the surrounding chill, and then opened the door and walked in.

Negrim was sleeping, his jet-black curly hair was spread out on the soft pillow, his delicate face was buried in the quilt, only the part above the round nose was exposed, his thin eyelids were tightly closed, and his dark and thick eyelashes slightly Trembling, frowning slightly, he looked restless in sleep.

Abel took off his coat at the door, picked up the teapot again, poured out a cup of hot tea, held it in both hands, walked to the bedside and knelt down, calling softly, "Master, can you drink some hot water?"

Negrim opened his eyes, his dark eyes moved, and glanced at him, then he half stood up in silence, took the hot tea in his hand, drank it, and lay back down again.

Abel put the teapot away, took off the rest of his clothes with a rustle, climbed to the end of the bed, reached into the quilt, took out a dark green hot water bottle and threw it aside, then slipped in through the gap, skillfully He took Negrim's feet into his arms.

The lord sighed in satisfaction on the other side of the bed.

Abel found that his master really liked green very much, not only in his preference, but also in various small details in life, such as preferring green vegetables to meat, and preferring bitterness to sweet black tea. He didn't even notice the green tea when he first arrived. It turned out that the carpet in Negrim's bedroom was also dark green.

And after discovering that his master often looked at him with admiring eyes, Abel took the time to look in the mirror.

Green eyes are not uncommon on this continent, but his eyes are indeed green. They look like transparent emeralds when facing the light, and deep agate when facing the light. Negrim once said to him He picked him back because of this pair of eyes. When they met for the first time, his master thought that this dirty child had put two emeralds into his eyes.

Abel had never felt how beautiful his eyes were before, and he even suffered a lot of beatings because they were not the color of normal people, but because Negrim praised them so much, he cherished and was very grateful that he had these eyes If it weren't for them, maybe he would have missed it with his master when they first met.

The quilt was warmed by his body temperature, and the feet belonging to the master held in his arms made him feel stable again. Abel began to feel dizzy after thinking about it.

Negrim still has a ring made of emeralds on his hand - not that he has the heart to compare it with a real gemstone. Although Negrim does value that ring, it is not what he pays attention to. reason.

He once overheard gossip among the servants in the castle.

The servants said that this emerald ring was actually the power ring of the Hugh Nuoding family, representing the heads of the Hugh Nuoding family for generations. Negrim was originally the least valued bastard of the Hugh Nuoding family, but it was a coincidence. He survived by mistake and thus inherited the title. In fact, no nobles in the capital recognized him, even the guards led by Alan, only obeyed him because Negrim held the ring. One day Negrim lost the ring, and he was nothing.

The guards will no longer obey him, and without the only military support of the guards, no one in the castle will obey him, including the entire town of Harlan, probably will not regard him as a lord .

No, let alone the lord, these people will not even respect him as a nobleman anymore, because of what he has done in the past-although Abel didn't understand what Negrim had done when he heard this, but In short, the group of servants believed that Negrim would become an ordinary person who was despised by everyone after that. No, given his disability and thin body, he probably couldn't even be an ordinary person, and could only become a dirty man. Dirty beggars.

There were also some swear words, and Abel couldn't stand it anymore. He rushed out and beat up the nonsense servants until they were injured and bleeding, crying and begging for mercy, and promised that he would never dare to arrange the lord again. , he stopped. In fact, if these servants were not still working, Abel would have interrupted their hands and feet.

But after that, Abel also became worried. He had more contact with Alan and knew his attitude towards Negrim better than other servants. He also saw Negrim show Alan the He ordered him after the ring, so he was even more afraid that what the servants said was true—he didn't care to fall back into the mud and become a beggar again, but he couldn't see Negrim become like that anyway, he Although he is already capable of protecting Negrim from becoming a beggar, he can't imagine how painful such a proud and noble Negrim will be after becoming a down-and-out ordinary person, just thinking about it , he felt so uncomfortable that he almost died.

Never mind, let those who live in dark corners imagine, Abel thought, as long as I live and breathe, I will never, never let my master fall from the jeweled seat .

I will protect him.