Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The Lord of the Snowfield himself was not concerned about the rescue plan for Hutt Island and left it entirely to his retainers. Luo Jin had no objection to this.

He knew that the other party was willing to make a deal with him mostly because of Xie Wei's face.

Biting the delicious salty and spicy dried meat, Luo Jin moved closer to the fire. The higher he went, the lower the temperature became, and the road was more difficult to walk on. He was attacked by monsters from time to time. If it weren't for the Paraso people leading the way, it would have been difficult for them to get here.

There were 46 dwarves who came to the Far North Territory, but only nine were selected by the Parasos. Together with Rockin, there were a total of ten dwarves who went to Hutt Island.

At first the dwarves were a little unconvinced. After all, their physical fitness and strength were among the strongest among all races.

But after they started climbing the snow-capped mountains, in less than half a day, the dwarves began to do whatever the Parasos said and attack wherever the Parasos pointed.

No one could question the Parasau people on the snowfield, and they almost learned this lesson with blood.

"Lord Ryan, the dwarf's injury has been treated. He has drunk the potion and it won't affect the journey."

After the magician finished her report, she immediately reached for the jerky in the box beside the fire. These guys didn't intend to leave any for her! Fortunately, she came back early!

Ryan took out a bag of dried meat from his sleeve and handed it to the magician, saying with a smile: "Natli, you have worked hard."

His Highness Shiyavi's small kitchen prepares a new kind of food every few days. The head chef of the big kitchen now regards His Highness Shiyavi as the god of food in his heart.

The lord once said that His Highness Shiyavi was the son of God bestowed upon the snowfield by Nayasos, so now His Highness Shiyavi’s small kitchen has another name - Yagne’s Kitchen.

Yagne means "Son of God" in the Parasau language, which means "Kitchen of the Son of God" when translated into the common language. It sounds a bit exaggerated, but everyone thinks it lives up to the name.

However, for some reason, everyone tacitly did not reveal to outsiders that the current Agnère of the Parasau people was the "Imperial Rose" that originally belonged to Hesedon.

Sometimes Ryan really wanted to know what kind of joyful expression would appear on the faces of the imperial people when they found out how precious the treasure they gave them was.

Natli took the jerky happily and showed it off to her teammates provocatively. Then, just as she was about to thank Lord Ryan, she saw Lord Ryan staring at the fire and smiling unusually gently.

Feeling a little frizzy on her back, Natalie quietly moved to the side and squeezed into the crowd.

Although she is a female magician, Natalie's fists are very strong. She punched away the teammates who wanted to touch her jerky one by one, and then began to enjoy her extra dinner happily.

There were a total of 25 Parasos and 10 dwarves going to Hutt Island this time, as well as two special foreign players.

A bounty hunter who was almost as tall and strong as the Parasauans, and a magician wrapped in a black robe.

The magician doesn't talk much to others and seems very arrogant, which fits the general impression of a certain type of magician. However, the bounty hunter seems to be easy to get along with at the moment.

The bounty hunter, who was quite friendly, was squatting beside the black-robed magician and whispering, "Yrel, that jerky is really delicious. Can I go grab all of theirs? I'll give you half."

Irel, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened them and glanced at him coldly: "Go away."

Raymond, who could now understand human speech, would no longer roll on the ground like he did before, but he still squatted and took two inconspicuous steps.

Then he continued to chatter: "In fact, I can take you directly there. There is no need to climb any mountains with these people... As long as you sign a contract with me, it will be much more convenient to go wherever you want..."

"I need a loyal dog, Raymond, don't you?"

Raymond's dark purple eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils. He showed his sharp teeth that were obviously not human, and said anxiously: "Yriel, you are really annoying. You clearly didn't say that before. You said that you would sign a contract with me when you were happy."

"Didn't you say I was lying to you? So what I said before was a lie and it doesn't count anymore."

Sitting on the rock, Yrel pinched the jerky that Raymond had left for him and took a bite slowly.

Raymond's eyes were shining when he was eating this jerky just now. He was a little curious about how delicious it was.

He originally thought that he would feel nauseous and vomit like before, but he did not feel nauseous until he finished half of a piece of jerky that was as wide as an adult's palm.

I don’t know if it’s because there were enough spices in the marinade, or maybe it’s because the processing method was good, but the Paraso people’s jerky was unexpectedly to his taste.

Raymond was about to jump up and have a quarrel with Yrel, but when he saw Yrel start eating the jerky, he sat quietly again.

Eat meat! Be healthy!

Raymond's definition of health was similar to that of the Parasauans, and he put a lot of thought into getting Yrel to eat meat, just like the Lord of the Snowfield fed his partner meat.

Yrel slowly ate three pieces of jerky. This was a pitifully small amount of food in the eyes of others, but it made Raymond want to roll on the ground with joy.

However, in crowded places, he had to follow Yrel's instructions and maintain the same normal behavior as humans.

Rolling on the ground is not normal behavior, so you shouldn't do it.

After eating the salty and spicy jerky, Iriel drank two cups of hot water. His extremely pale face looked better. The cold-proof props provided to him by the Lord of the Snowfield were very effective, and he did not feel particularly cold.

In fact, Raymond was right. As long as he signed a contract with him, it would be very convenient for him to go wherever he wanted.

After all... they are dragons that can transform.

The dragon race was clearly a race that only existed in legends, but somehow he met one by accident.

When Raymond was first picked up, he was a dirty little purple monster.

It always followed him in all kinds of strange ways, and when he couldn't get rid of it, he kept it as a pet for a while.

I didn't expect that the little monster could transform into a human form and wanted to sign a partnership contract with him.

A companion? He doesn't need such a thing. What he needs is a loyal vicious dog... or a vicious dragon.

Even if it is a contract, it should be a master-servant contract.

A dragon's back will not allow anyone other than its partner to ride on it, but Yrel feels that as a master he has higher rights than a partner and is safer.

After carefully wrapping the remaining jerky, Yrel walked into his small one-man tent.

After entering, he casually blocked the person following behind him with a ban and warned: "Stay away."

The man who was originally planning to tear the ban apart with his bare hands squatted down again and blocked the entrance of the tent.