Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The bonfire dinner in the tribe is different from that in the castle, not in the venue or the food, but in the atmosphere.

In the banquet hall of the castle, the retainers never laughed and joked with Thrall, but in the banquet tent built by the tribe, everyone's emotions were more open. Not only did they line up to drink with Thrall, but some young Parasau warriors also instigated Thrall to go outside and dance with them. The chief and the priests just watched them happily, and some older people like Adan and Aim even joined in the fun.

The whole tent was very noisy and lively, and so was the outside. The space of the martial arts arena was limited and could not accommodate the entire tribe. The tribe was also divided into areas, and those who could come to the martial arts arena to join in the fun tonight were basically young people who lived relatively close to the arena. Some of them had dinner at home before coming over to sing, dance and play around the campfire, and some brought their own ingredients to cook dinner in the braziers placed on the martial arts arena.

Although not everyone can attend the banquet to welcome the Imperial Rose, there is no limit to playing in the martial arts arena outside the tent. It is rare for the tribe to be so lively in winter. The young people of the Sodom tribe are trying their best to release their vigorous energy with wild singing and dancing, and at the same time they are also trying hard to attract the attention of their loved ones...

At the table where Xie Wei was sitting, the younger children had already slipped out to play, leaving only the teenagers who were accompanying Xie Wei seriously and responsibly. Xie Wei asked them to go out and play as well, but no one moved. Some even said in their halting common language that they didn't like playing and would rather stay with him.

So Xie Wei took out the magic crystal marbles of various colors that he had accumulated from the system backpack, gave each child a handful, and after clearing the tableware, they played marbles on the table.

In the eyes of the Paraso people, Xie Wei was still a little cub, both in appearance and height. When the Paraso warriors who were originally drinking saw a group of little guys surrounding the Imperial Rose and playing magic crystal marbles, they subconsciously lowered their voices, and some even wanted to come over to watch them play.

A female Palasso warrior with half-tied and half-braided black curly hair clinked the cup in her hand with the Lord of the Snowfield and said mischievously: "Lord Sar, have you ever danced for His Highness Shiyavi? You definitely haven't."

There are many kinds of dances handed down by our ancestor Zansong, including the courtship dance to please the sweetheart. Although the Parasau people are not a race good at singing and dancing, almost everyone knows several Zansong dances.

Sal could dance too, but he was not good at it. Normally he could perform many tricks with a heavy sword in his hand, but when he danced, his hands and feet seemed to be borrowed and were useless. He wanted to dance for Xie Wei to see, but he was afraid that if he did so, not only would he fail to please Little Rose, but he would also be disliked.

So he didn't respond to the conversation, but glanced at a curly-haired boy who was very close to Little Rose and said, "Mosha, Shiyavi is making magic props recently and is in need of an assistant. I remember Morasu is very interested in magic props. Go back and ask him if he is willing to be Shiyavi's assistant. Think about it carefully, and come with us after you've considered it."

Little Rose was working on the parts of the magic props along the way. He had seen the drawings drawn by Little Rose. Apart from the magic props that had been stolen and cracked and made, there were still a lot of them that had not been made.

No one in Naya Castle is good at making magic props. Simple magic props can be made by the magicians in the castle, but Little Rose has to make complicated ones by herself, which is too hard. When Little Rose is busy, she has no time to pay attention to him, so Sal decided to find an assistant for Little Rose to free up some of her time.

Mosha, the Paraso warrior who was only half a head shorter than Thrall, followed the line of sight of the Lord of the Snowfield to look at her own cub, and then to the Imperial Rose. She didn't even need to go back and ask, and she agreed on the spot.

"Yes, yes, of course! That kid will be so happy. I can't tell him for now. If I tell him, he won't be able to sleep tonight."

Morasu is her only child. Maybe it's because she was injured when she was young, but the child has been very thin since birth. He did not inherit her warrior talent, but he has a good magical talent like her partner.

But Morasu had no interest in learning practical magic. He liked to stay in a cave and tinker with magic props by himself.

Although I was unable to complete a single magic prop due to limited conditions, I did draw a lot of drawings.

Sona and Sommer, the two children of Morasu and Sal's adopted sister, have known each other since childhood. It was the two children who told them that Morasu liked to make magic props. Sal had wanted to take him to Good City a long time ago, but later he was busy and forgot about it until now.

Sal didn't know that after Mosa heard that His Highness Shiyavi could make magic props and saw those magic props with her own eyes, she went to find Ata with her partner, wanting Ata to ask him if His Highness Shiyavi was short of servants.

Mosha's Ata is Moshe, the leader of the Sodom tribe. Moshe and Thrall's adoptive father, the former lord Gib, were once good brothers who had been through life and death together. Thrall would not refuse Moshe in some small matters.

But Moshe knew how much Sal cared about the Imperial Rose, so he never mentioned that he wanted to send his daughter's child to His Highness Shiyavi.

Morasu is not as good as Gesantoya and Dylan in martial arts, and his magic is much inferior to Celine. If his Morasu is sent to His Highness Shiavi, not only will he not be able to protect His Highness Shiavi, he may also try to steal their skills, and even shamelessly pester His Highness to accept him as a disciple.

Moshe really couldn't bring himself to take advantage of someone like that.

Mosha thought about it later and realized that this was indeed the case. She had originally planned to give up, but she didn't expect that the lord would actually remember their child and take the initiative to suggest that Morasu be the assistant to His Highness Shiavi.

Feeling a little touched, Mosha regretted teasing Thrall. Just as she was about to thank him, the Lord of the Snowfield continued without any emotion.

"He can be Shiyavi's assistant, but don't think about becoming Shiyavi's apprentice. Also, keep him away from Shiyavi. He is already 14 years old, not a kid anymore."

Mosha was so moved that she was speechless. She didn't want to talk anymore and picked up the flagon to fill another glass of beer for Sal.

It was past eleven when the dinner ended. The older children received a handful of magic crystal marbles and followed their families back to their own tents, while the younger children were already taken back home because they were tired of playing.

Xie Wei was also carried back. Sal wrapped him tightly in a thick fur cloak and carried him all the way from the training ground to the residence prepared for them.

There were wooden houses and felt tents in the tribe. Shevi and Sal lived in a wooden house with a fireplace.

After entering the cabin, Sal untied his cloak and put Shevi on the sofa beside the fireplace. Then, just as he was about to hug him, he was pushed away.

Sal drank too much tonight, and the smell of alcohol was a bit pungent. He didn't look drunk, but his reaction was slower than usual. After being pushed away by his partner, he looked a little confused, but did not hug him forcibly. Instead, he knelt on one knee beside his partner's legs and kissed his partner's fingers.

Xie Wei tried to pull out a hand and touched Sal's head to comfort him:

"Sal, you smell a little bit now. Can we wash up first and then hug each other later?"

Sal didn't realize that this was the tone Xie Wei usually used when he coaxed Puka to take a bath. He took Xie Wei's finger and put it to his lips, gently bit the soft fingertips of Little Rose, and then stopped pestering her.

"Okay, I'll go get some hot water."

After receiving the order, Sal stopped being sticky. He stood up and went to the bathroom to clean the wooden barrel, and asked someone to bring hot water.

Due to limited conditions, Sal was worried that Xie Wei would catch a cold and get sick, so he simply washed him and tucked him into the bed. He took two baths with great effort, and only after making sure that there was no odor on his body did he go to bed and hold the fragrant and soft little Rose in his arms.

As Sal had a full schedule the next day, he didn't get too close to Xie Wei. He just held him in his arms and kissed him gently for a while.

Xie Wei was a little sleepy, but Sal was not. He whispered into Xie Wei's ear.

"Your Highness, I will dance for you later."

Without waiting for Xie Wei to respond, he said another sentence.

"Why hasn't Floss come back yet?"

Xie Wei didn't know why Frost and Iriel hadn't returned yet, and he had no way to contact them.

Thrall closed his eyes and communicated with Puka, and found that Puka, who was left in Naya Castle, was sleeping soundly in the animal shed. He cut off the synesthesia and hugged the person in his arms.

Being held in the arms of Sal, Xie Wei covered his eyes with his hands before he could ask him what he was going to do.

"My little rose, Fros, look where it is." Sal now looked a bit like an old father who was very worried and anxious because his child did not come home at night, but Xie Wei knew that he just couldn't sleep and wanted to find something to talk about for a while.

Xie Wei knew that after signing a contract with the Warcraft, he could obtain the Warcraft's vision through synesthesia, but he had not tried it yet. After hearing what Thrall said, he was about to ask how to achieve synesthesia, but as this idea came into his mind, his covered eyes suddenly opened again as if in another place.

He found that he seemed to be in a cave, with fog in front of him. He walked forward and entered the white fog, only to find that the source of the fog was a pool of hot springs.

The black-haired magician was washing his body in the hot spring with his back to "him". Xie Wei felt it was not a good idea to peek at others bathing, so he was about to look away, but the person with his back to him suddenly turned around and walked towards the shore.

As the black-haired magician got closer and closer to the shore, Xie Wei's vision began to blur, and "his" own tears filled his eyes uncontrollably.

His heart ached dully, as if it were filled with stones.

Xie Wei finally understood why Mr. Irel wrapped himself so tightly and never took off the gloves on his hands.

He just saw that Mr. Irel's body from the collarbone down was covered with burnt and rotten wounds, as if someone had peeled off his skin and burned it...