Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The only people who still carry the Order of the Rose today are the former subordinates of Elias, the eldest son of the Empire.

The Rose Medal and the gem that was very similar in color to Little Rose's eyes were intercepted by the raven released by Rafa, and the direction in which the raven flew was exactly the coast where Iriel and the others were.

Combining the intelligence he had obtained before, Thrall was able to easily connect the two together. He didn't know what the mysterious magician who had instigated the rebellion in the eastern part of the empire was planning specifically, but what was certain was that the other party had no ill will towards the Far North Territory, and after deliberately allowing Xie Wei to contact him, it was also within Thrall's expectation that the other party would want to get close to Xie Wei.

Thrall did not know whether the current Imperial Knights were still as loyal to the royal family as before, but at least 25 years ago, the Imperial Knights were still very loyal to the royal family. Among all the knightly orders, the members of the Dragon Wing Knights who possessed the Order of the Rose, who were personally selected by the eldest prince when he was 5 years old, were only loyal to the eldest prince himself.

They do not need any contract to bind them and are willing to become the sword and shield of the eldest prince. In everyone's impression, they are a group of fanatics who can dedicate everything for the eldest son Elias.

Recalling the incident in which the black-haired magician massacred the imperial envoy, the Lord of the Snowfield was very interested in the revenge of the fanatic and was happy to participate in it, but on the premise that the other party would not target his partner.

Sal didn't want Shevi to be involved in this kind of thing.

There was no answer to the Snow Lord's question. The black-haired magician's aura was no weaker than that of the tall and strong alien lord. To a certain extent, it even seemed as if he didn't take the other party seriously at all.

Reaching out and putting the rose medal on the table into the storage ring on his finger, the black-haired magician said slowly: "I want as much of the paper and candy you make as you want. You decide how to trade."

Instead of answering, he shifted the topic to the transaction, which in itself was a disguised acknowledgment of the Snowfield Lord's speculation.

Hearing the black-haired magician mention paper and sugar, Sal stared at the man in front of him with unfriendly eyes: "The sugar-making business is not public, how did you know about it?"

How did Iriel know? Of course he saw it in Xie Wei's memory. The little guy was very defensive and the memory that could be retrieved was very limited. But he was happy to let people see things like making paper and candy, as well as some happy things.

In addition to some happy things in daily life, there were some things in the memories that Xie Wei could check that made Irel feel unhappy, that is, Xie Wei's attachment to Sal Pucas, and Pucas, the shameless Parasauan, who was deliberately guiding the little thing who had just reached adulthood to like him.

"His Highness Shiyavi told me." Since he is now an old subordinate of the eldest prince Elias, he naturally addresses Xie Wei as a respectful title.

Irel lied without blushing or beating his heart. Although he knew it after his memory was extracted, how could it not be considered that he was told by the person himself?

"I can give you one third of my existing stock of sugar and paper. As for how to trade, I need to discuss it with Shiavi." Before Sal had time to listen to Gesan and the others retell the details of the conversation between Xie Wei and the black-haired magician in the afternoon, he believed what Iriel said for the time being.

In Sal's opinion, sugar and paper were both made by Shevi, so when they were traded, it should be Shevi who decided what to exchange.

After listening to Thrall's words, Yrel nodded in agreement and felt that the Lord of the Snowfields was a little more pleasing to the eye.

He did not see any memories of when Shevi and Sal first got along unhappy, nor did he see any memories of being overly intimate. He only saw the warm daily life and the recent memories of Sal teaching Shevi how to ride a horse and practice swordsmanship.

So even though he disliked the Lord of the Snowfield, he could still sit down and talk to him calmly.

"You knew there was something wrong with Hutt Island, but you still bought it. The subordinates you sent to Hutt Island to take over with the Empire should have arrived on the island. What do you plan to do after you take over the island?"

The black-haired magician's tone was not polite, and he did not use any honorifics. He naturally placed himself on the same level as the Lord of the Snowfield, or even a higher level.

If it were anyone else, Thrall would have lost his temper, but when facing the black-haired magician, Thrall's beast-like instinct allowed him to control his temper.

Although he didn't know why, Sal, like Shevi, had a hunch that they couldn't make the other unhappy.

After realizing that he was inexplicably suppressed by the other party, the Lord of the Snowfield said with a gloomy face: "Xiayawei wants that island, as for what he wants to do, I have no comment."

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At 3:30 in the morning, the two people who had a smooth but not pleasant conversation left the reception room one after another. The Lord of the Snowfield returned to the bedroom, changed his clothes, went to bed, hugged his partner in his arms and kissed him for a long time, which made the man who was too tired to open his eyes get angry and bite him several times with his eyes closed.

After being bitten a few times on the neck and face, Sal felt much more comfortable and closed his eyes to rest.

When Iriel returned to the guest room in the annex building under the escort of the lord's guards, he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the door.

It's so quiet.

There was no way Raymond would stay in the bedroom and sleep so quietly. He was so quiet that he might have done something bad.

Taking off his thick cloak, Irel opened the door to the inner room and looked at the large bulge on the bed. He walked closer and stood beside the bed, squinting his eyes slightly: "Raymond, what are you doing?"

"I fell asleep, Yrel."

The person in the quilt moved a little, as if to press the quilt tighter.

But it was useless for him to do so, because Iriel raised his hand and grabbed the animal skin blanket and pulled it gently, and Raymond automatically followed his force and let go of the corner of the blanket that was pressed down by him.

He threw the animal skin blanket to the end of the bed, looked at the man who was only wearing shorts on the bed, and then set his eyes on the little thing that was crawling under the pillow.

Yrel folded his arms. "Explain."

Reaching out and grabbing the young dragon that was still trying to hide itself, Raymond turned over and got off the bed, kneeling beside Irel's legs, then he lifted the little dragon high above his head and presented it to the black-haired magician, saying flatteringly: "The contracted magical beast of the Snow Lord's companion, isn't it cute? Do you like it?"

The Frost Dragon's cub looks a lot rounder these days after hatching, but it's still very small. To be honest, its appearance is dozens of times better than Raymond's prototype.

Being held in Raymond's hand, he just stared blankly at the black-haired magician, looking too soft and cute to look like a dragon.

Looking at the young dragon's ice-blue eyes, Irel thought of the person he was controlling to extract his memory, who was also staring at him blankly. For a moment, his fingers felt itchy.

Reaching out to take the baby dragon from Raymond's hands, Irel's gloved hands stroked the dragon from horns to tail, repeating this dozens of times, until Raymond's eyes were about to get angry, and then he put the baby dragon, which had been stroked until it was drowsy, on the pillow.

Then he pointed at the bedroom door and said coldly to the man who had stood up and looked at him resentfully for a long time: "Get out."

Raymond looked at the little dragon sleeping soundly on the bed, and then at Irel who asked him to roll. After his chest rose and fell violently a few times, he said in a low but firm voice: "No! I want to sleep on the bed in the bedroom tonight... the bed... on the floor next to the bed..."