Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Aphra gently treated the burn on the lower back of the boy who was lying unconscious on the bed. The skin damage on the wound was very serious. After cleaning and applying ointment, it would take some time to heal. But the more difficult problem now was that the painkillers she had given him were not effective.

After thinking for a while, Aphra said to the sullen Lord standing beside him, "Your Highness's physique seems to be different from that of ordinary people. Simply put, the pain of being branded once on an ordinary person is equivalent to being branded a hundred times on Your Highness, and this pain exceeds the range where painkillers can take effect, and... the existing drugs are not suitable for Your Highness's physique."

Sal's face became increasingly ugly, but he didn't say anything. He just walked forward to tidy up Xie Wei's clothes, then covered him with a quilt. Then he sat beside the bed and gently wiped the cold sweat from Xie Wei's face and neck with a warm towel.

Ryan, who had been invisible in the corner and had never glanced at the bed, motioned for everyone to line up against the wall, and the doctors at the bedside followed him out of the room.

After going out and taking them to the temporarily vacant room opposite, Ryan glanced coldly at the pharmacists in the room and said very impolitely:

"If the existing potion doesn't work, you should go make one that does. The lord didn't buy you to listen to your useless nonsense. If you can't make an effective potion tomorrow morning, you will be the lowest slave."

After hearing Ryan's order, the pharmacists looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

How could they possibly make such a potion! If they could make such a potion, they would never have been brought to this freezing cold hellhole by these barbaric Parasos!

Goddess, the noble little prince of their empire has been tortured like this at the hands of these barbarians, how miserable can they, who have already become slaves, be?

After giving the order, Ryan left the room. After going out, he looked at the closed door opposite and touched his forehead with some distress.

Although he said so, he actually did not hold much hope for these doctors. The Empire and other countries would not allow pharmacists above the mid-level to come to the Far North, and no pharmacist would want to go to the cold and harsh snowfields. The slaves bought on the black market were just people who knew herbs or could make simple potions, and they might not even be able to reach the level of a pharmacist apprentice.

Even if all these people were to come together, the possibility of making an effective medicine would still be very low.

When Sal came out of the room, Ryan was waiting outside the door. Ryan was a few years older than Sal. It has been more than 20 years since he knew Sal. They were king and subject, close friends, and family.

Ryan didn't find it strange at all that Thrall fell in love with the little prince of the empire. The most powerful warrior should have the most beautiful partner. This is a truth engraved in the blood of the Parasol people.

But none of them considered the wishes of the Imperial Rose.

Facing the gloomy lord, Ryan sighed, but couldn't help but speak out his true feelings. He lowered his voice and said:

"You shouldn't treat him like this. This prince has just come of age and has been raised in the lap of pampering. Suddenly, he was taken away from his parents, relatives and friends from the bustling Hesedon Empire with distinct seasons to our cold and desolate territory. It's rare that he didn't make a scene and ask to go back.

You don't let him see anyone except you, and you confine him to such a small place. It's normal for a young man of your age to be unhappy or even lose his temper."

After listening to this, Thrall was silent for a while, then he looked directly into Ryan's eyes and said coldly: "He will get used to it. I will treat him well and send the most precious things on the snowfield to him."

He held the object that burned Little Rose in his hand. He grasped the hot seal in his palm and pressed it tightly. He felt only a slight burning pain in his palm.

The sheep also didn't like fences at first, but the Parasau people put the sheep in a pen, drove them to graze in the spring, built warm sheds for them in the winter, and provided them with enough fodder. Over time, the sheep no longer tried to escape over the fences.

His Imperial Rose is just a weak and cute little lamb. The wind in the snowfield will cut his skin, and the wild beasts in the snowfield will tear his flesh and break his bones.

But just stay by his side.

The little rose can stay in the greenhouse forever, protected in his arms, and nothing can hurt him.

When Xie Wei woke up, the wound on his lower back was still very painful, but probably because he had adapted to it for a while, it was now barely bearable.

Recalling the past, Xie Wei thought about how he felt before he passed out from the pain. That burning sensation must have been caused by something very hot branding his lower back.

He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. Rather than anger and humiliation, he felt more disappointed and heartbroken.

He was absolutely right. Thrall just treated him as a pet, and pets would only be disciplined if they were disobedient.

Before this, he had thought that Thrall would attack him. After all, he had heard that the lord of the Far North Territory was very cold-blooded and cruel. However, during these days of getting along with him, this man was very gentle and considerate to him except for being a little rough in that kind of thing, which made him relax a little.

The burn on the back of his waist reminded him that Sal was not an easy person to get along with. In their relationship, Sal was the superior one and had the right to treat him in any way.

I stared at the patterns on the bed sheet for a long time, then came to my senses and looked at the clock on the wall and it showed a little after nine in the morning.

It's already the second day. Lying on the bed, Xie Wei felt the soft nightgown soaked with sweat. He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to take a shower.

He endured the pain and climbed out of bed. Before he could get off the bed, the door was opened from the outside. In just a moment of raising his head, the person who came in was already beside him and hugged him.

Avoiding Xie Wei's wound, Sal helped him sit on the edge of the bed, bent down to put on his shoes, and then helped him out of bed.

His movements were very cautious, as if he was treating something fragile, but Xie Wei found it ridiculous. Wasn't this just a case of giving someone a sweet reward after giving them a beating?

"Are you hungry?" Seeing that Xie Wei had a lot of cold sweat on his face during this period of time, Sal knew that his wound was still very painful, so he tried to divert his attention.

Ryan said that those pharmacists would not be able to make useful potions, but the inn owner Roland could also treat people and make potions. It was said that he already had the strength of a mid-level pharmacist or above. Perhaps they should ask Mr. Roland to come and take a look.

Of course, Sal knew that Roland also understood medicine. When he called all the pharmacists who stayed at the inn last night, it naturally alarmed others. Roland also asked someone what happened, but he did not tell the truth and had no intention of asking him for help.

When he thought about how the other person had sneaked into the room and stayed with his partner for so long, and they were getting along very happily, his heart felt as if it was being torn and chewed by a wild beast.

All in all, he didn't want Loran to get close to his partner again.

Xie Wei ignored Sal's questions. His wound was still painful and he got angry when he saw Sal.

Seeing Xie Wei ignoring him with a cold face, Sar said to himself: "I'll have someone bring in some food."

Xie Wei was half-supported and half-carried by him to sit at the dining table. He turned his head to look at the window. The curtains were not opened yet, so he could only stare at the patterns on the curtains in a daze.

When Sal saw Xie Wei looking at the window, he walked over and pulled open the curtains, then looked at Xie Wei's expression. Sure enough, his stern little face relaxed a little.

Xie Wei's unilateral cold war seemed to have no practical impact on Sal. He would still sit beside him and stare at him while he was eating, and follow him when he went to the bathroom.

Xie Wei stood at the bathroom door and tried to close it, but Sal blocked the door and insisted on following him in. The two stood at the bathroom door in a stalemate.

Finally, Xie Wei got tired and didn't want to stand there stupidly any longer, so he took off his pants in front of Sal and stepped into the bathtub wearing only his shirt.

He sat by the bathtub and turned on the shower to let the hot water flow into the bathtub.

With his feet in the water, Xie Wei stared at the slowly rising water surface. He thought to himself how great it would be if the people behind him could get out on their own accord.

But it is obvious that Sal is not such a self-aware person.

"Don't let your wounds touch water."

Sal walked behind Shevi, reached out and picked up his long hair, then tied the platinum hair with a leather rope on his wrist and put it on Shevi's shoulders, exposing his back.

"Let me wipe it for you with a towel."

Sal took the towel beside him, wet it, took off Xie Wei's shirt, and wiped from the back of his neck downwards.

Xie Wei did not resist either. After all, resistance would only make his wound more painful.

After wiping the back, Sal squatted by the bathtub and watched Xie Wei wipe his chest and arms with a towel. The bathroom was filled with hot steam, and Sal's honey-colored skin turned red from the heat.

He felt very thirsty, but knew that leaving the bathroom to drink water now would not quench his thirst.