Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

On the third day after the harvest celebration, Damian received an invitation from the Lord of the Snowfield after breakfast. On the way to the castle as scheduled, his platinum curly hair attracted the attention of many Parasos.

His Royal Highness Damian, the second prince of the empire, was obviously accustomed to all kinds of gazes. He sat high on the saddle with an upright posture and a relaxed expression, and his mood was not affected at all by the news he received two days ago.

Brett's death was of no consequence to him. He just felt it was a pity that Brett died in a night attack by a monster instead of dying in the Far North Territory.

Damian was not interested in how Brett died, but he still sent people there after receiving the news. The magician brought by Brett is still in a coma, and the accompanying knights have also suffered varying degrees of injuries. It was not only Brett and his group who were attacked by monsters in the whole forest, but only Brett died that night.

Oh, maybe there were three more elves. According to the accompanying knights, the horses were frightened during the melee and pulled the carriage away from the camp, and finally fell into the Fugang Rift in a panic.

The elf slave that Brett had just bought from the merchant was in that carriage.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the whole process, but when you think about it carefully, there are doubts everywhere.

Damian thought it might have been done by the Parasos, but there was no evidence. Even the surviving knights said it was an accident, and their statements were surprisingly consistent. So this incident could only be temporarily judged as an accident.

Damian, who was riding a horse towards the castle, did not notice that in the hotel on the main road of Gut City, someone was standing in the dark through the window and staring at him.

Raymond took a walk around the city of Goodyear in the morning and was surprised to find that in this city, which was rumored to be synonymous with backwardness and barbarism, there were many foods he had never seen before.

And unlike what they had heard before, no adventurers would enter the city of Gut.

Ha, that's nonsense. It was obviously very lively and the hotel was full of people. If someone hadn't checked out when they came yesterday, they would probably have had to set up tents in the adventurer settlement outside the city.

In fact, the Lord of the Snowfield had prepared guest rooms for them in the castle, and there were also rooms reserved for them in the inn. After they came out of the ruins, they could stay in either place.

However, Yrel hated the princes of the empire and did not want to get too close to them.

Both the partner of the Lord of the Snowfield and the Second Prince of the Empire who lived in the inn were originally on Irel's assassination list.

It's just that they got new information not long ago that the partner of the Lord of Snowfield is not the biological son of the Queen, so Raymond estimated that the Imperial Rose is no longer on the assassination list.

Not being on the assassination list doesn't mean they are not hated, so during their time in the Far North, they probably won't stay in Naya Castle.

"Eat something, Yrel." Raymond took a soft bread from the food he brought back and stuffed it into the black-haired magician's mouth.

Still wearing a black robe, but with the hood off, the man had long straight black hair, and Yrel's face was pale and bloodless.

Completely ignoring Raymond's rude feeding behavior, Iriel mechanically swallowed the bread handed to his mouth bite by bite.

He ate with great difficulty, and it seemed a little hard to swallow.

Raymond held a water cup in one hand and a piece of bread in the other, and watched Iriel eat very attentively.

After he finished the whole bread, he tried to get Yrel to eat some meat, but as soon as he put the barbecue in front of Yrel, Yrel vomited out everything he had eaten.

"Take it away." The man with red eyes due to vomiting just said this in a cold voice, leaning against the wall to relax in a somewhat embarrassed manner. His black gloves were stained with some vomit. Raymond wanted to take off his gloves, but he was pushed away.

"This barbecue is different and delicious. I thought you could have some." Raymond looked very innocent standing on the side, but in fact he had already anticipated this situation when he handed over the barbecue.

Earlier, Iriel would vomit whatever he ate, but he still forced himself to eat.

Now I can barely eat things like bread, vegetable soup, and fruit.

But it would not be healthy for a person to eat only that little bit of bread and vegetable soup, especially an adult male like Yrel.

He often forgets to eat, eats very little, and can't eat meat. Raymond is really afraid that if he doesn't watch him eat one day, this guy will starve himself to death.

"Don't do anything unnecessary." Iriel glanced at Raymond and continued.

"You're getting more and more involved, Raymond."

After saying that, he didn't care about Raymond's ugly expression and went to the bathroom.

After closing the wooden door of the bathroom and taking off the dirty gloves, Iriel scooped a basin of water from the wooden barrel and carefully washed his fingers.

Unlike his white and transparent cheeks, his hands were ugly to the point of being scary. Judging from the shape of his hands, they were a pair of very slender and handsome male hands, but these hands looked as if the skin had been peeled off and burned, with black, burnt skin tissue and bright red flesh stuck together.

It looked like his hands had just been burned, but it was no longer painful to touch. The scars extended from his hands to the area covered by the black robe.

The bathroom door was opened from the outside, and Raymond leaned against the door and watched Iriel put on new gloves with his back to him.

After Iriel put on his gloves, Raymond walked up to him and pushed him against the sink.

There were no magic props in the Parasau inn, even the mirror was small. Raymond put his chin on the top of Yrel's head, put one hand around Yrel's waist, and pinched Yrel's thin chin with the other hand.

He looked at Yrel's indifferent face in the mirror, which seemed to care nothing about anything, and his dark purple eyes were full of questions.

"What's going on? I've done a lot for you so you can be happy. Yrel, are you lying to me? You don't take what you promised me to heart, do you?"

"Yes, I was lying to you, get out of here." Although he was being restrained, Iriel did not appear to be weak.

Raymond was not angry after hearing what Yrel said. After all, Yrel often told him to get out. He knew to stop while he was ahead, otherwise he might be teleported to a strange place by Yrel.

After letting the man go, Raymond followed Iriel closely, like a tail that couldn't be shaken off.

In fact, he was indeed Yrel's tail. He had been left behind by Yrel countless times, but he could always find Yrel quickly and continue to follow him.

After realizing that he couldn't get rid of him, he could only let him follow him. At first, Iriel ignored him completely, but now, probably because he was useful, he didn't want to get rid of him anymore.

Although I still often tell him to get out.

In Naya Castle, Xie Wei and Damian sat in the reception room three or four meters apart. There were only two of them in the reception room.

Damian arrived at the castle two hours earlier than the agreed time and asked to visit his brother and talk to Shevi alone.

Sal was going to refuse directly, but Shevi knew that Damian, like Brett, was planning to start with him, so he discussed with Sal whether he could meet with this "brother" alone.

This time, Sal agreed very readily. Xie Wei was a little surprised at first, until Sal took out a bunch of things, he realized that someone was waiting for him here. He was about to change his mind, but the man gently but firmly helped him put on those strange accessories and changed him into new clothes.