Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

There is more than one Colosseum in the large city of Drage. Fortunately, each Colosseum has its own characteristics, so they all look OK on the surface. However, how they compete maliciously behind the scenes is not something outsiders can know.

In the dungeon under the stands of the Colosseum, guard Andrew grabbed the limp arm of the Palazzo child and quickly reattached the unconscious boy's dislocated arm. Then he poured some water soaked with cheap herbs into the hood locked around the boy's neck.

Because of the limitations of the headgear, he couldn't feed the medicine into the boy's mouth. He could only pour it into the boy through the hole near his mouth, thinking that every bit he could drink was a bit better.

Aaron, another guard leaning against the door, yawned and asked in confusion: "Boss, why are you taking care of him so much?"

After saying that, he looked at both sides of the corridor and saw that there was no movement. Aaron also walked into the damp and cold cell filled with a bad smell. He squatted next to Andrew and couldn't help cursing.

"Fuck! What did Lord Raman bet on with the owner of the Colosseum in East City? Why did he act so ruthlessly this time?"

"Let's go." Andrew pulled Aaron up and took him out of the single cell.

After the heavy iron door was closed, the Paraso boy, who had been lying motionless on the ground, slowly sat up and carefully moved his arms a few times.

The layers of burn scabs on the skin that were not covered by clothes cracked again with his movements, but the boy wearing the metal mask seemed to feel nothing.

The Parasauans' good hearing allowed Thrall to hear the guard who had already walked away.

"Because I accepted ten apples from him."

"Huh? Ten apples?"

"Didn't I give each of you one? A big, sweet apple. If you're paid, you should do something for them..."

"What do you mean you accepted ten apples? I think you are the boss..."

In the dark cell, after a series of "rustling" sounds, the Paraso boy, who had somehow taken off his hood, scratched the floor tiles with his fingers a few times, and then spoke in the local dialect in a clear and loud voice.

"Apple, Leo, Sal."

Thrall put the beast-shaped metal mask aside, and then continued to scratch the floor tiles with his fingers. There was no mark on the tiles, but every time he scratched a few times, he would say a few words.

After he reviewed all the vocabulary he had recently learned, he suddenly felt someone approaching him, but he did not have the idea of ​​attacking this "person". Instead, he was looking forward to the other person getting closer to him.

A soft, petal-like touch fell on Sal's forehead, and then Sal felt something put on his wrist, but when he reached out to touch it, he felt nothing.

Xie Wei sat in the cell for a long time holding the unconscious Thrall. He had not been close to Thrall since leaving Sunset City. This was his first time entering the Colosseum in Draje, and also the last time.

He was going to Bellagio with Mr. Mason. Bellagio was in the northwest, very far away from here. It would take four months to travel back and forth at the fastest speed.

"Shevi, do you remember what I said before? Don't think too much and don't feel guilty. Just do what you want to do. Sal is your future partner. Before he meets you, he will grow up on his own to become the person you know. This is his trial, not yours." Dagumbi sat on Shevi's shoulder, his head lowered, clutching his golden sword, and light spots of light from his body fell on the sleeping boy.

After listening to what Dagambie said, Shevi kissed Sal's forehead again, and then recited a long prayer in the Paraso language.

"Pure and flawless goddess of the snowfield, omnipotent Nayasos, please protect the one I love, please give him a strong body and an indestructible will, please..."

The young magician prayed devoutly with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together. He had never had any faith, but his partner was a child from the snowfield.

If faith can reduce some suffering and pain for his partner, then he will become the most steadfast believer of Nayasos.

Dagambie watched as more and more light spots of pale golden light fell from his body as Shevi prayed, then he lowered his head and met the eyes of Sal, who had opened his eyes at some point.

The golden light fell into the boy's silver-gray eyes, and suddenly in Thrall's originally dim vision, there appeared a beautiful god with long platinum hair and a light golden light radiating from his whole body.

The six-year-old Thrall only knew Nayasos, the goddess of the snowfields. He had never seen statues of gods other than Nayasos, so at this moment, an idea quickly took root in his mind.

He thought to himself as he tried to open his eyes wide to see the gradually disappearing god more clearly.

This is a god that belongs to him alone.

Listening to the gentle and beautiful prayers in his ears, Thrall moved his fingers, but ultimately did not reach out to touch the beautiful god that was so close to him.

His hands were covered in blood and dirt, his nails were long and sharp, he was not a clean and cute child, nor was he a strong adult warrior.

How could I, who was so young and weak, dream of receiving God's unique favor?

My eyelids became extremely heavy again, and my consciousness gradually sank into the abyss of silence.

In the last moments before falling into a deep sleep, young Thrall set himself an extremely clear and ambitious goal. He must leave the Colosseum and return to the snowfields, and then pass the trial to become the most powerful warrior.

A strong warrior has the right to have the best things, and he will offer all his spoils to his gods.

Am said that God will favor devout believers, and he will dedicate everything he has to his God. He is the most devout believer.

Looking at the Paraso boy who closed his eyes again, Dagambie crossed his arms over his chest and sighed helplessly.

No wonder the remnants of the gods are coveted by so many people. After so many years of inheritance, the bloodline of the gods still has a power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

Perhaps, not fully awakening is a good thing...

Xie Wei used the teleportation scroll to leave the Colosseum before the sun rose. He took some of Thrall's blood to crack the slave contract and analyze the materials used in the banned potion.

In addition, he used the magic that Mr. Mason taught him to tie a tracking bracelet made of his own hair around Sal's wrist.

Although it is called a bracelet, it is actually just a special one-way contract. It uses the magician's magical hair as a medium to form an invisible contract that cannot be detected by anyone except the contractor.

As long as the party being contracted has no defenses against the contractor, the contract can be completed unilaterally.

Xie Wei originally thought that since he had not had any contact with Thrall for so many days and had forgotten his existence, it would not be so easy for him to make a contract with him. But in fact, the contract was completed as soon as he touched Thrall's wrist.

Thrall was completely defenseless against him.

After being held in his arms, she was still as well behaved as before.

Dagumbi said that a Parasau warrior did not grow strong in the arms of a lover, and that such an embrace was best rewarded to his adult partner after the trial was over.

So, this could also be the last time he hugged young Sal.