Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"That's weird." Raymond followed behind Irel, holding a baked potato in one hand and eating while mumbling.

"The Lord of the Snowfields invites us to breakfast. That's not right, Yrel."

The person walking in front ignored him, but Raymond was used to it. He didn't mind and even reached out to pick off a branch hanging on the other person's cloak.

The black-haired magician wore a silver-blue cloak today, with a circle of camel-colored fluffy fur on the wide hood.

Raymond has been with Yrel for many years, and Yrel has never worn anything other than black in all these years.

But since moving into Naya Castle, Iriel suddenly started wearing clothes of other colors. Raymond liked it very much, but was also a little unhappy.

Because Yrel only wears the clothes that Shevi gave him that are not black.

But whether he was happy or not, Yrel didn't care. Yrel just wanted to make his temporarily unwanted brother happy.

Raymond still couldn't understand such complex emotions between humans. There was no such thing in his memory inheritance, and Yriel had never taught him, so he didn't quite understand why Yriel clearly wanted to get close to Shevi but restrained himself and kept a certain distance from the other party. However, he could feel Yriel's mood.

Irel has been a little different lately. He's not as silent, not as anxious, rarely loses his temper, and uses fewer potions.

The unknown force that had been pushing Yrel forward suddenly relaxed, giving him a brief moment of peace and tranquility.

The snow crunched under his feet, and Raymond stepped on Irel's footprints one by one. He felt how good it was to be in the Far North.

Someone who could feed Yrel, give Yrel pretty clothes, and play with Yrel.

In Raymond's opinion, Iriel teaching Shevi magic was just playing, and he was having a lot of fun.

But he also knew that this was all temporary and that Yriel would not stay here for long because he still had things he had to do.

The two walked a short distance and came to the residence of Xie Wei and the Lord of the Snowfield. The maid opened the door for them. After entering, they saw Xie Wei standing in front of the table by the windowsill in the outer room, cooking something in a portable pot.

As soon as Yrel and Raymond entered the room, they discovered that the Lord of the Snowfield was not in the house.

The cabin was not big, but it was divided into two rooms. There were only Shevi and a maid in the outer room, and only Frost in the inner room. The little guy was chasing his tail and biting it, but because he couldn't bite it, he was running around on the bed. His tail was so flexible that it seemed to have become a separate individual.

The Lord of the Snowfield invited them to breakfast, but he was not there. It was a little confusing, but it didn't stop Raymond from thinking that what Xie Wei was making was delicious. He had never eaten it before, but it smelled so good.

Raymond had eaten twenty baked potatoes before he came over. He had never eaten potatoes before, and the Parasol people were very proud to say that they were seeds brought by the Imperial Rose.

But Yrel told him that the Empire did not have this kind of food, and there should be no other place in the Laer continent except the Far North Territory.

Iriel has a very thick book, which records many things on the Lar continent, including monsters, magical beasts, magical plants, ruins, mazes, magic materials, maps, various edible foods, etc., all kinds of information, either detailed or brief.

When Iriel was a child, he would take out this very thick book and read it to him whenever he was in a good or bad mood. Raymond could actually recite the book backwards, but every time he saw something familiar or unfamiliar, he still liked to ask Iriel.

Xie Wei cooked wontons made from sal, each with a thin skin and large fillings. Although they were not very beautiful, he had tasted them and could not fault the taste.

Twenty minutes ago, Thrall had just finished wrapping the wontons. After hearing what the Paraso warrior who came over hurriedly reported, he didn't have time to explain to Xie Wei. He just told Xie Wei to eat well, then put on his coat, picked up his sword and went out.

Sarr had brought his sword, which meant it was no small matter. Xie Wei wanted to follow him to see what was going on, but was persuaded by the maid and guards. Gesang said that Mr. Irel and his men would be here soon, and the messenger did not look nervous. Xie Wei thought about it and it seemed to be the case, so he continued to prepare the breakfast that Sarr had not finished.

After the wontons were cooked, the maid brought the wooden bowl of wontons to the dining table, and Xie Wei also brought the fried potato pancakes that Sal had prepared in advance.

Potatoes are grown from seeds drawn from cards in the system. The first batch of experimental potatoes had a very high yield, and now the second batch is about to mature. Potatoes have a higher yield than corn, rice, and wheat. In addition, they taste good and are very filling. Now they have become one of the staple foods commonly eaten by the Parasau people.

The Parasau people used to have a simple way of preparing food. It was not until Xie Wei arrived in the Far North that they learned to use oil to stir-fry or deep-fry food. However, since the only edible oil available was the fat of magical beasts and ordinary animals, and this animal oil was also used to make antifreeze grease and lighting equipment, they were reluctant to use too much oil to cook food.

Xie Wei and Sal discussed that they should plant more corn and keep some for oil extraction. They should also collect some magic plants to see which edible magic plants have a high content of oil and try to plant more of them for oil extraction.

With the cold-resistant grain varieties, the people of Paraso will be able to have three meals a day in winter in the future, and they can eat their fill every day. Everything is moving in a good direction. This winter, Sal and Mr. Iriel exchanged a lot of salt. Mr. Iriel has a fleet that will deliver the salt to the coast, and then the people of Paraso will transport it back by hot air balloon.

When spring comes, Thrall will have people build a site on the coast to try to boil some sea salt. Boiling salt consumes a lot of energy and the output is relatively small, but the Parasau people have a narrow coastline, and the geographical location and climate are not suitable for salt drying. They can only wait until the problems on Hutt Island are dealt with before building salt fields to dry salt in large quantities.

The dwarves have already brought their slaves to dig a tunnel in the mountain. Once the tunnel is completed, it will be faster and more convenient to transport the dried salt from Hutt Island back to the Far North Territory, or to transport things from the Far North Territory out, than using a hot air balloon.

There are many things to do and they are complicated, but they are all being done one by one. Whenever Xie Wei thinks about what changes will happen to the Far North Territory in the future, he feels very happy, because this is the change that Thrall wants to make, and he himself has also made efforts and contributions for it.

Compared to when he was in the Empire, Xie Wei felt that he now had a sense of belonging to this world. He rarely felt like an outsider. Looking back on the memories of his past life, they seemed more like dreams.

Sal was not there for breakfast. Raymond and Frost competed to see who could eat more and faster, while Shevi was eating while hesitating in his heart whether to ask Mr. Irel if he needed any potion.

His system backpack now contains not only a variety of potions, but also some medicines that are not available on this continent.

But the covered injuries on the body are the other party's privacy and also the other party's weakness. When Sal was injured before, he didn't want people to notice his injuries. Xie Wei was worried that asking about it would annoy people.

So after hesitating for a long time, Xie Wei silently added ten large wontons to Frost's bowl, and gave one of his potato pancakes to Frost.

Flos looked up at him, his eyes shining and his tail swishing happily.

It didn't know that it would be sold out by Xie Wei soon.

After breakfast, Raymond took Flos outside to play, while Shevy put on his coat and took his bow and arrow to the training ground with Iriel.

Since Thrall hadn't come back yet, Shevi couldn't go out, so Yrel took Shevi to the archery training ground in the morning.

Gesan and Toya followed Xie Wei at a distance of four or five meters. Xie Wei slowly approached Irel, and when the other lowered his head and asked him what he was going to do with his eyes, he took out a leather bag filled with various potions from his wide cloak and handed it to Irel.

There were labels written in the common language on the potions, so Xie Wei didn't need to explain much. He looked down at the snow on the ground and whispered.

"Frost said you were injured. I have a lot of potions. See if you can use them. I also know a little healing magic. If you need it, I can help."

The black-haired magician took the small leather bag, opened it and took a look, and did not refuse. He put the things into the space ring, then bent down slightly to look at the person who lowered his head and did not look at him. He reached out and gently tapped the other person's fair forehead, and his tone was unusually gentle.

"Flos said that?"

Xie Wei lowered his head even lower and hummed even softer.

"Well...Flos said..."

Iriel did not expose Xie Wei's lie. He stared at the red skin on Xie Wei's forehead with his brows tightly furrowed.

He was very sure that he did not use any force.

But a red mark appeared on Xie Wei's forehead.

Iriel asked Shevi, lightly touching the red mark with his fingertips in black soft leather gloves.

"Does it hurt?"

Xie Wei raised his head, smiled and shook his head.

The black-haired magician stared at his face for a moment before pulling his hood in place and continuing to walk towards the training ground.

Xie Wei followed Irel, and the two walked quietly for a while. The black-haired magician suddenly said: "Your current healing magic is useless to me. Light magic will only be useful after you get the inheritance book. If you want to participate in the temple trial, you have to return to the empire... or enter the magic academy to obtain the qualification for the trial..."

What Iriel said after returning to the empire was a little vague, and Xie Wei didn't hear it clearly. He only understood that if he wanted to get the book of inheritance and learn the magic of the goddess, he had to be admitted to the magic academy first.