Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The Stone Forest Tower is a prismatic watchtower. In addition to the observation deck at the highest point, the tower has eight floors that are used as platforms for storing supplies and daily shifts.

Before the Winter Patrol convoy entered the camp under the watchtower, in order to make enough accommodation for the accompanying escort team, some of the watchtower guards moved to the platform of the watchtower to stay temporarily.

The wooden house on the platform could only be heated by a brazier, and in the second half of the night it was so cold that people could hardly sleep.

Raymond stood outside the door of a small felt tent with Frost on his head and looked up at the watchtower. He couldn't understand why these Paraso people didn't sleep so late at night, but stood silently behind the railing of the watchtower platform, stretching their arms and kicking their legs.

Is he being punished like him?

But Iriel would only punish him by making him stand still and never let him stretch his arms and kick his legs like this. Raymond looked at the strange Paraso people, shook his head, and whispered.

"Yrel still likes me. He just let me stand... Well, he still likes me... He still likes me..."

Frost grabbed Raymond's hair, lay on his head and yawned. It didn't want to accompany Raymond anymore. It almost threw it off his head when it moved around just now. But Raymond said that if it didn't accompany him, it would be a bad dragon, and no one likes a bad dragon.

Not wanting to be a bad dragon, Frost clenched his little claws, fixed himself firmly, and decided to stay with Raymond for a while. He lay on top of Raymond's head for a long time, and when he felt tired, he moved from Raymond's head to his shoulders.

Just after moving to the shoulder and standing for a while, Frost suddenly sensed something, and Raymond's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils. They looked in a certain direction at the same time, and then one flashed into the felt tent behind him, and the other flew into the felt tent next door.

In the small felt tent, Iriel leaned on the soft pillow and read the scroll sent by the familiar over and over again dozens of times.

The information written on the scroll was only a few lines, but it summarized some of the situations that Xie Wei had experienced during his 18 years in the empire.

Years of confinement, lack of food and clothing, deprivation of talents, pre-marital discipline, and forced to pay off debts.

These are the ones that can be found, and some that cannot be found...

The palm-sized scroll turned into ashes in the black-haired magician's hands. The cold wind brought by the opening of the felt tent curtain blew them to the ground and then disappeared into the cracks in the stone slabs.

He rushed into the felt tent and hugged the person on the bed along with the fur bedding into his arms. Then, the dark purple dragon wings spread out behind Raymond and tightly embraced the person in his arms. He did not notice that the black-haired magician's eyes were chilling, but he felt a familiar murderous intent.

"Yriel, please don't be angry, okay? I didn't mean to feed you that potion."

The potion Raymond was talking about was the light golden bottle among the pile of potions that Xie Wei gave to Iriel.

No one knew what the potion was made of. Xie Wei didn't have the recipe. When Iriel asked him how he got the potion, he couldn't tell me. After asking him once, Iriel never mentioned the potion again.

Xie Wei had things he didn't want to tell him and was very wary, but this was a good thing in Iriel's eyes. At least he didn't have to worry about his brother being sold and counting money for others.

The light golden potion contained a special element that seemed to be able to restrain something in his body.

Raymond had once asked Xie Wei for a potion behind his back, but Xie Wei did not promise that he would have such a potion again. So Iriel planned to try to analyze the composition of the potion first. As long as he could figure out what materials were in the potion, he should be able to make the same potion after trying a few more times.

If it is impossible to determine what materials a potion is made of at the moment, Iriel will divide the potion into smaller containers and assign his subordinates to find someone who can make the same potion, or search for something with the same properties as the potion.

But now the only bottle of medicine has been used up, and it can no longer be analyzed or used as a reference.

However, Raymond was very optimistic and believed that Xie Wei would definitely be able to give this light golden potion to Iriel.

The familiar brought the scroll two hours after they entered the Watchtower Camp. Before Raymond fed the pale golden potion to Yrel, Yrel was in a state of being unable to control his emotions and behavior for at least an hour, if not for Raymond opening the domain barrier and trapping him inside the barrier.

With the felt tent where they live as the center, all people and objects nearby will be attacked to varying degrees.

After Raymond subdued Yrel, he first fed him the potion they brought with them, but the potion did not work, so he fed Yrel the light golden potion.

When Yrel becomes ill, Raymond feels very strange, as if another person has taken over Yrel's body. Raymond is very afraid of this feeling, so as long as there is a way to turn the strange Yrel into his Yrel, he will not hesitate at all.

Raymond knew that not listening to Yrel and using the potion would make Yrel angry, so he would accept the punishment just to tell Yrel that he was still very obedient, but he would not think that his actions were wrong.

If he encounters this situation again next time, he will still do the same, because he cannot tolerate Iriel's body being occupied by something bad.

This was not the first time that Iriel was held in the dragon's wings by Raymond. He knew that Raymond did this because he sensed danger.

The senses of dragons are thousands or tens of thousands times more acute than those of humans. With the help of Raymond, Iriel has avoided countless deadly dangers, and he never questions Raymond on this matter.

"What is it? How far is it from the Far North Territory?"

Raymond just held him but did not move, which meant that the danger he sensed was very far away from here.

"Earthquake, the capital of the neighboring country to the southwest of the empire." Raymond followed Iriel to travel all over the Lar continent. He roughly felt the direction from which the certain frequency information he received came, and he knew where it was.

"There was an earthquake in the capital of the United States of Tilatno?" Iriel signaled Raymond to open his dragon wings, and his expression became solemn.

Raymond reluctantly folded his wings and put Irel back on the bed, then squatted beside the bed and held onto the edge of the bed while he watched Irel take out a pen and a piece of kraft paper fixed to a wooden board and quickly wrote a letter for a long time.

After sealing the written letter into a specially made cylindrical container, Iriel handed the cylindrical container to Raymond and said.

"The war between the Empire and Tirateno is about to end. Without Tirateno's containment, the eastern protective barrier can only last for a year at most. Raymond, I don't have much time."

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In the yurt next door, Thrall held in one hand the little dragon cub that suddenly came in and almost flew onto Shevi's face. The man and the dragon gestured silently for a long time before they could barely communicate.

Sal brought a pillow for Flos to sleep on, and he held his sleeping partner in his arms again, patting him gently.

Earthquake? It shouldn't be within the Far North Territory. The contracted monsters didn't give any warning, which meant there was no danger.

Frost didn't explain it clearly, and Sal didn't understand it all, but the main information, that an earthquake had occurred in a certain direction, was conveyed.

Although it has not yet been determined where the earthquake occurred, based on the direction mentioned by Frost, Thrall also thought of the United States of Tilatno, which had been fighting the Empire for almost a year.