Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

In the field below the stands that was shrouded in a protective barrier, a skinny child was crawling on all fours like a wild beast, his body covered in the blood and internal organs of monsters.

Under his messy hair, the boy was breathing rapidly. His breath was hot and disordered, and his silver-gray eyes were scarlet and bloodthirsty. If someone looked into his eyes at this time, they would probably be frightened by such a look and unable to sleep all night.

The boy's leg bones were bitten off by the monster, and the wound on his chest was constantly bleeding, but he felt no pain.

In the stands of the Colosseum, gamblers waved their betting tickets wildly and shouted excitedly.

"Saevich! Savitch! Savitch!"

There were only the boy and a level 2 magical beast in the protective barrier. The magical beast, which was dozens of times larger than the boy, had been torn into pieces of different sizes and scattered around the boy.

There is no doubt that the boy is the winner in this fight.

The spectators also shouted the name of the winner.

The boy, with blood coming out of his mouth and nose but extremely excited, moved his intact hands. He wanted to cover his ears to block out the noise around him.

What were they shouting, were they calling him?

His name is not Sevich, but Sal Pukas. He was born in the Tajiyama Snowfield in the far north. He is a son of the snowfield who believes in Nayasos.

Ceviche means wild beast in the dialect of the area, which is not his name.

He is no wild animal either.

Thrall felt as if there was boiling magma in his chest, so hot that it seemed about to explode. His mind was filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, which squeezed out his remaining humanity and made him almost lose control of his actions.

The animal trainer at the Colosseum stood not far away and observed the boy lying on the ground. He said to the magician beside him: "Can this potion be tried on a child? What if he dies?"

"This is Lord Raman's order. Even if something goes wrong, it has nothing to do with us." The middle-aged magician said indifferently, then raised the staff in his hand to control the increasingly manic boy, and signaled the trainer with his eyes to come forward and put the chains and hood on the boy again.

Lord Raman of the Colosseum has always wanted to tame the Parasau people, turning them into human-shaped livestock that are as obedient as dogs, but as bloodthirsty as monsters, and eager to kill at all times.

But the adult Paraso people were so strong-willed that it was impossible to tame them, so he changed the experimental subjects to the young Paraso cubs.

Only one of the Paraso cubs purchased in the past few years has died. Although there is still no sign of being domesticated, Raman does not intend to give up, because this cub, who he personally named "Sevich", has a warrior talent dozens or even dozens of times higher than that of his fellows.

Raman believes that within a few years, "Sevich" will become the most profitable gladiator in the Colosseum.

It is precisely because I am very optimistic about this cash cow that has not yet grown.

Raman changed the slave contract of "Sevich". He changed the flexible contract that could be resold to a lifelong contract.

A lifelong slave contract is a contract that cannot be terminated even after the slave's death. Both the slave's body before death and the slave's soul after death will forever belong to the slave owner.

In an inconspicuous corner of the stands of the Colosseum, a magician in ordinary black wizard robes immediately stood up and left his seat after the boy in the Colosseum was dragged away by the animal trainer. He walked towards the exit, but concealed his figure after turning a corner and ran to the backyard of the Colosseum as if he was familiar with the way.

After Xie Wei used magic to conceal his figure and the noises made when he ran, he ran as fast as he could to an iron door and waited, leaning against the wall to adjust his breathing. A few minutes later, the sound of chains colliding was heard in the corridor.

The trainer dragged the scarred Paraso boy as per Raman’s orders and forbade him to walk like a human.

The first step in taming a man into a beast is to deprive him of all that is human.

A specially made iron mask shaped like a beast's head covered the boy's face, and blood dripped from the mask onto the stone floor.

The Paraso boy, who looked agitated, was pulled roughly by the trainer. Another trainer held a whip with a hidden iron hook and would occasionally hit the boy as a warning.

Dagambie covered his eyes and lay on top of Shevi, while Shevi was calm and almost indifferent. Just like the previous times, he simply used magic to offset the power of the whip, and then lowered his head to block his vision with his hood.

While his consciousness was in chaos, the wings of his nose under the mask twitched slightly a few times, and mixed with blood and other smells, the familiar floral scent appeared again.

Ever since he left the iron cage where his elders were and was locked up alone in a narrow, dark room, he would smell this smell from time to time.

Whenever he smelled the fragrance of this flower, "He" would appear.

"He" would talk to him and tell him in a gentle tone that he was a human and his name was Sal.

"He" could speak the Paraso language and read long passages of prayers to him in the Paraso language.

"He" also knows the common language and various languages ​​that he cannot understand.

Whenever he felt extremely painful, “He” would appear and speak to him in different languages.

I would also whisper and ask him if he had learned it.

If he could talk to "Him", Sal really wanted to tell "Him" that no one can learn a language just by listening once.

"Him" is really too strong, but Thrall does not hate "Him".

Because “His” fingers are so soft, and “His” embrace is so warm, sometimes when he pretends to be in pain, “His” will hold him and gently pat him for a long time.

"He" also cried secretly many times, and fed him delicious medicine while crying.

“His” tears would occasionally fall on his skin, which was clearly warm, yet made him feel hot.

"He" always talked to him when he was asleep and fed him all kinds of potions. So after he found "Him", he started to pretend to sleep because he wanted to hear his voice.

The voice of “Him” makes him feel very peaceful and calm.

He felt very uncomfortable today, but he is much better now because "He" came.

It’s great that “He” comes again today.