Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Don't be anxious." Elodie picked up the scattered papers on the table, then took out a piece of candy from her pocket and handed it to the young man who had been a little impatient these days, and coaxed him in a slightly unfamiliar tone.

"The slave contract has existed for thousands of years. It is almost impossible to crack its magic circuit in a short period of time. You have done a good job."

The toffee was made by Xie Wei a few days ago, and Cyril and Iriel also helped.

However, after the two of them were discovered to have secretly eaten half a jar of candy in one day, the remaining candy was kept by Elodie.

Iloti stipulates that each person can only eat four pieces of candy a day, but Xie Wei has already eaten eight pieces today.

Xie Wei took the candy and held it in his palm, then put down the crystal pen. He looked up at his mother who was standing beside him.

It took Elodi nearly two years to crack 5% of the magic circuit of the slave contract. During the few months in Bellagio, the two of them cracked the circuit a little faster, but they only cracked 6%.

The magic circuit of a lifelong slave contract is hundreds of times more complicated than that of an ordinary slave contract. They need to first crack the magic circuit of an ordinary slave contract, and then further crack the lifelong slave contract on this basis.

Dagumbi had not told Shevi how long he could stay here.

But his increasingly poor physical condition after arriving in Bellagio, and the fact that he had unknowingly forgotten about Thrall, all told him that the Secret Realm Trial should have certain rules and time limits.

Before coming to Bellagio, Xie Wei would get sick due to seasonal changes or other reasons, but those only caused common cold symptoms.

But after arriving in Bellagio, every time Xie Wei fell ill, he felt that something in his body was decreasing, or weakening.

Because that thing was weakening, the toxin in his body that he had suppressed by drinking a lot of potions when he was young broke out again.

During the years he was locked up in the tower, all Xie Wei could do before he was six years old was sleep and daydream. At that time, he had many guesses about his situation.

Since he had studied with a master of traditional Chinese medicine for a period of time in his previous life, Xie Wei discovered, after careful analysis and verification, that his previous physical condition was not caused by illness, but poisoning.

Moreover, the potions he drank before he was one and a half years old could only suppress this poison.

Later, after being locked up in the tower for a long time, Xie Wei had to ignore the painful things every day to try to survive. In addition, there had been no relapses, so he almost forgot about this time bomb in his body.

The various physical discomforts he had been experiencing recently made him think of it again.

Combined with the fact that something in his body was gradually weakening after he came to Bellagio, Xie Wei had a new guess.

He believed that when he was born, the substance in his body had already helped him suppress some of the toxins, and the potions he drank later helped him suppress the remaining toxins.

The unknown substance and the efficacy of the potion reached a certain balance, so he was freed from the torture of the toxin after he was one and a half years old and has lived to this day.

"Don't worry, we can definitely crack it, I promise." Ilodi imitated Cyril and reached out to rub Xie Wei's head.

Her technique was much gentler than Cyril's, and Xie Wei's hair was basically not messy.

"Yeah." He rubbed his head against Elodi's palm unconsciously, and Xie Wei's originally anxious heart gradually calmed down.

Although he was not very sure, Xie Wei felt that the unknown thing that suppressed the toxin in the body was most likely related to his mother in this life.

Compared to the lively, cheerful and nonsensical Cyril, Ilodi can be said to be taciturn. Although he talks more and more to Xie Wei now, and pays attention to his emotions and tries to cheer him up, he has always been very restrained in his behavior and has never been particularly close to Xie Wei.

Cyril had already been holding Shevi like a child, and sometimes he would stay in Shevi's room like Iriel to sleep with her. Elodie, however, would only touch Shevi's head, or sit by his bedside to look at him and touch his hands and face when he was asleep.

On weekdays, he also paid attention to the time he spent alone with Xie Wei. The time they stayed in the same room continuously was basically controlled to about three hours.

Xie Wei was not a particularly dull person. Ilodi's various behaviors, the clothes in the room he was living in now, the increasingly silent Dagambi, the potion bottle that disappeared every time he finished drinking, the three meals a day made according to his taste, etc., all these pointed out one thing.

That is, Elodie knew who he was, she might even have known earlier that he would come here somehow, and she had been waiting for him for many years.

As for the change in his father Cyril's attitude towards him, Xie Wei believed that he just made some judgments based on his mother's abnormal behavior, but he might not be aware of more and deeper things.

Not sure, and can't ask clearly.

Just like Xie Wei himself, he obviously has a lot to say and a lot of questions to ask, but every time after organizing his words, he can't make any "sound".

When it comes to topics concerning the future, he can speak out, but no one can hear him.

Dagambie said this was a way of correcting the law of time.

Things that have not happened at this point in time, people who should not appear, and everything else seem to be tightly wrapped in some indescribable film. Xie Wei, who is wrapped in the film along with these things, can only hear and see through the film, but cannot communicate with people outside the film.

He found that he seemed unable to truly touch the people and things outside the membrane, especially those with whom he had a close relationship.

The same goes for the mother. They have no way to ask or tell each other key information, let alone recognize each other.

Because at this point in time, there should be no Xie Wei and no Shiyavi.

Next to the study where Xie Wei and Elodie were, Yiriel sat in Cyril's arms, his hands on the table, trying to read the words his father had written on the paper.

He already knows some words.

So I read the words I knew in a low voice.

"Article 127: ... women enjoy equal rights with men in all aspects of life in the empire ... and in the family ... The empire guarantees ... women equal cultural education with men ..."

“Yriel, you must listen carefully to the teacher in the future and stop being lazy. You are already three years old, and you can’t even read so many words. This is not right.” The handsome man with long curly hair pinched the soft face of his little curly-haired boy and used the same words his father used to fool his son when he was a child.

Three-year-old Iriel didn't know that his father's expectations of him were really high.

He thought that a three-year-old child should know a lot of words, and remembering that he would often doze off in class, he nodded seriously and promised.

"Dad, Irel will listen carefully and learn many, many words."

Looking at the serious-looking little curly-haired boy, Cyril was very pleased. It turned out that he was not the only one who believed the lies of adults. It seemed normal that he was deceived by the old man when he was a child and worked hard to study and practice sword every day.

He sorted the papers he had been writing on for most of the day into order and put them into a wooden box. There was already a thick stack of animal skin paper in the box, and only a few words were written on the top one.

Irel knew it, so he read it out loud. The three-year-old curly-haired boy said in a baby voice: "Rose-Code."