Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The elf with long light green hair was dragged from the tent to the carriage by his arm. No one knew what medicine he had taken, but he looked a little unconscious.

The innocent-looking but extremely charming elf kept trying to stick to the knight who was pulling her, but was thrown into the carriage with disgust by the other party.

There was the sound of chains colliding deep in the dark carriage. An elf was thrown into the carriage like a rag and lay there motionless. It was unclear whether he had fainted or simply did not want to get up.

The knight outside the carriage untied a water bag from his waist and took out two dry biscuits from his waist bag. After throwing these things on the elf, he activated the ban on the carriage again and then closed the wooden door of the carriage.

There were only a few air holes in the carriage that were each two fingers wide, and no windows. When the door was closed, it was pitch dark.

The elf, who was originally lying on the floor of the carriage, turned over and sat up very swiftly after the knight walked away, then moved inside the carriage with the two dry biscuits and the water bag. When she reached the iron railing, a warm little hand tentatively touched her arm.

"Take it." After stuffing the dry biscuits and water bag behind her, Misela touched her stomach. She had secretly eaten the dinner of that inferior noble in the tent, so she had to leave this dry biscuit to the poor little cub.

"Mysella, where are we going?" asked the male elf of the twin elves who were locked in a cage because they had no branding contract, while the female elf sitting next to him, who looked exactly like him, stuffed dry biscuits into her mouth with an expressionless face.

The sound of "kabakaba" was heard in the carriage, and anyone who heard it would know how dry and hard the biscuits were.

"The Hesedon Empire, right?" Mircella fiddled with the golden bell on her ear and rolled around on the floor twice, somewhat bored.

“Damn it Klein, he said he would give me two boxes of medicine, but he only gave me half a box. I’m going to die, I’m going to die soon, ah… I want to sleep so much… I’m going to die…”

"Klein only gave you half a box? Well, that's enough. Think about it, that low-class noble will definitely fall in love with you in the future. Why don't you just pester him to buy it for you?" The male elf among the twin elves reached out and patted Mircella's head.

He doesn't have a proper name. Maybe it's because he talks too much, but he is always called Jiji, and his sister is called Momo because she is too quiet.

"Jiji" in the common language is used to describe a noisy sound, while "Momo" means silence.

They are twin half-elves bred through special means. In fact, they are not real elves. Half-bloods always have defects of one kind or another. For example, their defect is that they cannot grow normally.

He has lived for a long time, probably more than a hundred years, but he still looks like he is eight or nine years old.

Misella is a serious elf, but her brain is damaged by drugs. She only thinks about taking hallucinogens all day long. She is not much better than the other two.

"This lowly creature named Brett is so ugly. I miss Klein now. After all, he has a young body, doesn't he? I thought I could watch him die of old age, but this cold-blooded man sold me out in the blink of an eye. Tsk, lowly creatures are so heartless."

Mircella has always called the short-lived people the inferior race. As a slave of the short-lived people, this does not prevent her from calling her master the inferior race in private.

"Myrcella, Gigi, shut up."

Momo, who had been quietly eating a piece of cake, stopped the conversation between the two with a cold voice. She felt that something was wrong with the silence outside.

Although their carriage had restrictions, it could not block out the sounds from outside. Until just now, she could still hear various sounds outside the carriage, such as the rustling of leaves, the singing of birds, and the conversations of the night watch knights.

But now it's suddenly gone.

She couldn't hear anything. The campsite where the carriage was located was eerily quiet.

Mircella and Gigi also noticed it, so they kept quiet. Gigi even leaned towards Momo, but was pushed away with disgust.

The elves in the carriage didn't know that the camp where Brett and his group were located was completely surrounded by a barrier, and the scene seen from outside the barrier was completely different from the scene inside the camp.

A man in a black robe holding a gun and a black staff appeared outside Brett's tent at some point, while another short-haired man in black leather armor was rummaging around leisurely.

The Night Watch Knights who noticed something was wrong and wanted to sound a warning stood there with dull eyes. Their postures seemed as if they wanted to sound a warning and attack the two uninvited guests.

But for some reason, they now remained in that posture motionless, while the other knights who were resting in the tent seemed to be completely unable to hear the noise outside.

Brett was suddenly dragged out of bed by a force while he was sleeping. After he opened his eyes and looked into a pair of deep blue eyes, he uncontrollably strangled himself with both hands.

When he was about to strangle himself to death, his hands loosened again, but then an even more terrifying scene appeared. He picked up the fruit peeling knife from the table and began to cut the flesh on his thigh.

The man in black robe who was standing not far away and watching him do this said something to him in a tone that made one's scalp tingle.

"Good evening, Mr. Brett."

The man was wrapped in a black robe from head to toe, even wearing black high-end leather gloves on his hands. Only a pair of deep blue eyes were exposed on his body.

But those eyes that seemed to be able to wash away all dust were now filled with deep hatred and extreme malice.

Brett couldn't remember when he had offended such a person. He wanted to repent and atone sincerely. He wanted to ask him what he wanted and give it to him as long as he had it. He hoped that the other party would let him go.

But the man in black seemed to be simply venting his anger, so he didn't give him a chance to speak and simply made him cut off his tongue.

Wail of pain echoed in the luxurious tent. Brett cut off his tongue, dug out his eyes, nose and ears, and cut his own flesh uncontrollably.

He was in so much pain that he wished he was dying. He twisted madly on the ground, but he could not die. He could only slowly feel his blood draining out of his body, the temperature in his body gradually dissipating, and then he was injected with life to continue the torture.

After searching outside and looting all the gold, silver and treasures, the short-haired man lifted the ban on the carriage and released the elves in the carriage. At the same time, the man in black robe also came out of the tent.

"Are you happy? Can I eat these people outside?"

The short-haired man didn't care how horrified the elves were when they heard his words. He walked up to the man in black robe as if he was really asking for his consent.

"No." The man in black robe thought for a moment and added.

"You can't eat this one, let's talk about it next time."

"Oh, are you happy then?" The short-haired man didn't care about being rejected. He just wanted to know whether the man in black robe was in a good mood.

The man in black robe ignored him and walked towards the elves.

Looking at the elves standing together, the man in black robe was about to say something, but suddenly turned to the short-haired man and said, "Raymond, let the guest in."

The short-haired man, Raymond, gestured a few times with his hand, and then a hole suddenly appeared in the black barrier not far away, and a huge black wolf came in from outside the barrier, followed closely by a tall man with neatly braided hair.