Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"I don't want it! I don't want it! The magician's healing technique will kill me! Dad! Please, Dad! I don't want the magician's healing technique!"

The dusty little boy twisted and turned in his father's arms, refusing to let the magician touch him. His father, an equally dusty man, patiently coaxed him for a few words and then spoke to the magician sitting next to him.

"Master Magician, this child is a little afraid of pain. He didn't mean to offend you. I will calm him down soon..."

"Little brat, this is the magician in our group who is best at healing. His healing skills don't hurt at all. There are so many people behind us, and everyone is waiting for you. You will make a fool of yourself if you do this." The demi-human girl with short chestnut hair leaned on the table. She interrupted the man, then bent down, reached out and pinched the boy's neck and was about to lift him up.

Xie Wei's eyelids jumped when he saw the girl's action, and he quickly stopped her: "Leisa, you can't pick up human children by the scruff of the neck."

"Huh? Oh." Lisa let go of the boy's neck and touched his hair.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. Did I hurt you?"

The boy, who had become quiet because his neck was suddenly pinched, blinked twice and said with a flat mouth: "It hurts."

"..." Lisa reluctantly took out a piece of candy from her pocket and gave it to the little boy.

Don’t say anything more, that’s her last piece of candy!

"Relax, you will be fine soon. Your pendant is so beautiful, it's the statue of the goddess Cecilia. The goddess will bless you. Your father said that you were injured because you were protecting your mother, is that right? Is your mother okay?" Reaching out to hold the boy's injured arm, Xie Wei gathered golden magic elements in his palm.

Although the healing magic he can use now can only treat some basic external injuries, he has made some modifications based on the original magic, so the treatment effect will be better than before and will not cause pain.

"There's a baby in mom's belly. I have to protect mom when dad is not around. Mom is in the next room. In five months, I'm going to be a big brother..." The boy's attention was diverted by the black-haired magician. He began to brag to the magician that he would become a big brother in five months, but he felt an irresistible tiredness as soon as he started to show off.

The boy didn't notice that the wound on his arm had healed. He yawned, snuggled into his father's arms, and then began to snore.

"It's fine now. He may be a little sleepy, but that's normal."

"Okay, okay. Thank you very much."

Xie Wei watched the dusty father and son leave. After a brief moment of distraction, he devoted himself to the commissioned work at hand again.

Outside the few intact rooms that were temporarily vacated, on one side were adults who were enduring the pain and waiting in line for treatment by the magician, and on the other side were children who were being held and coaxed by their parents or elders while waiting for treatment.

The Akabane Mercenary Group that Xie Weixin joined passed by this village at around 2 o'clock this afternoon. After discovering that the village was attacked by monsters, the group leader led the mercenaries into the village, rescued the villagers who were trapped in the cellar, and helped the villagers kill the monsters.

But the monsters had attacked the village a day ago, so when they came to help, the houses in the village and the farmland near the village were basically destroyed.

Team leader Rob arranged for the magicians in the team to help treat the villagers. Knowing that Xie Wei's healing magic did not hurt, he specially asked him to treat the injured children.

Other mercenaries and magicians who were not good at healing magic followed Robo to decompose the monsters. After decomposing the monsters, they searched for usable things and food in the ruins of the destroyed houses with the villagers who were not injured or only slightly injured.

After the sun set, a bonfire was lit and a large iron pot was set up in the village's threshing ground.

The men and women in the village were busy preparing dinner around the iron pot.

Late August is the time to harvest rye in the southern region. Although farmers are busy at this time in previous years, their faces are full of joyful smiles brought by the harvest.

But at this moment, in this small village in the United States of Tiratno, in the threshing ground that should have been filled with laughter, every villager's face was filled with sorrow.

When the village was first attacked, the knight stationed in the village led the villagers to kill some monsters, but found that the number and level of the monsters were beyond their ability to deal with, so he led everyone to escape into the cellar under the church.

The monarch of the United States of Tilatno still believes in the Goddess of Light, so there are churches of the Goddess of Light in many villages and towns. The churches are built by the church with stone bricks engraved with magic runes, so they have a barrier that is not inferior to an intermediate protective magic circle.

Although this barrier is small, it can keep monsters outside the church.

The priest in charge of the church told the villagers that the church's barrier could withstand the continuous attacks of level five monsters, but it could only last for five days at most.

After five days the wall will be damaged and the barrier will no longer be able to be maintained.

Before the Akabane Mercenaries arrived, the village chief had decided to send his son to follow the knights stationed in the village to escape from the village and go to the town to seek support, but the monsters surrounded the church so that they could not escape.

Sitting on the haystacks in the threshing ground, the village chief and the white-haired pastor said, "It's all burned... all the rye this season has been burned. I don't know what to do. The tax collectors don't care whether our rye has been damaged by monsters. Do they want us to sell our children? Even if we use the money from selling our children to pay the taxes, we won't live long enough to see the day when rye grows again from the scorched land without food."

"Don't worry, my old friend. Goddess Cecilia will always protect her faithful believers." The priest clasped his hands together and held his silver pendant. His gentle words always brought comfort to people.

It's the same this time.

The white-haired priest whispered: "I feel the presence of the power of light, gentle and pure, able to dispel all disasters. Our gods will not abandon us, so there will always be a way, there must be a way."

"I hope so." Although he said this, the village chief was thinking, will the gods really not abandon their believers? Or, can the gods really save them?

But today it was not God who saved them, but man.

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The uninjured people in the village gathered together the food they had found and used the best ingredients to make dinner for the mercenaries.

The so-called best ingredients are nothing more than rye bread with vegetable soup, plus edible meat cut from livestock burned to death by monsters.

Healing magic consumes a lot of magic power. Even though Xie Wei's magic power has reached the level of a high-level intermediate magician, it is really too much for him to treat so many children.

So he and several other magicians were helped to sit at the dining table by familiar mercenaries.

"Thank you for your hard work." Team leader Robo carried a cloth bag and distributed the dried fruits given to him by the village chief to the mercenaries.

He knew that the villagers had nothing left, but he did not refuse the food.

When he leaves, he will donate a sum of money to the village in the name of the mercenary group. If he does not eat the villagers' food, the village chief will probably not accept the money.

There is an unwritten rule among mercenary groups.

That is, when you are out and about and encounter a village being attacked, you provide some free help while ensuring that the mercenary members can cope with it.

Most mercenaries come from rural areas, and they always miss their relatives and friends in their hometown when they travel far away from home.

Since Bennett's mercenary group started doing this more than ten years ago, many mercenary groups have also begun to abide by this rule.

Bennett once told Rob that the idea was thought up by a swordsman he knew, the swordsman Cyril, who was rumored to have a beautiful face that was popular with both men and women, but was so innocent that he had been in love with his partner for eight or nine years, but only dared to hold her hand before getting married.