Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Saevich! Savitch! Savitch! Savitch!"

In the circular arena, the black-haired boy dodged his opponent's heavy sword amid the crowd's cheers. His height was only up to his opponent's waist, but his speed was so amazing that people could hardly see his movements.

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Kill him right now! Trash! Trash! Trash that can't even kill a beast!"

Raman, the owner of the Colosseum, waved to the maid behind him and whispered something in her ear. Then he pushed the maid away and walked to the man who was leaning on the railing and yelling at the stands with a wine glass.

"Mr. Gus, don't get so excited, it's just a game."

The man lying on the railing ignored Raman. He watched with a ferocious face as his gladiator was pinned to the ground, and then his neck was broken neatly by the little beast.

He lost five games in a row today, lost a gold coin, and had two gladiators and three monsters killed. He really didn't want to see Raman's smug face.

Sitting on the spacious sofa behind the two of them, the man wearing a mask with only his dark eyes exposed suddenly spoke:

"Raman, how many potions did that madman feed the little beast? It's a miracle that he's still alive. It makes me wonder what's the difference between him and other Parasau people."

Raman turned around and walked back to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the jam-covered dessert on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. He licked his fingers with his tongue, then grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth covered with food residues, and smiled.

"Who knows? Wait until it's broken and have someone peel it open and show it to you."

"We'll talk about it later. He's won enough today, so it's time for him to lose a game. Feed the monsters with enough potions so they can play another game properly. Have someone keep an eye on them so they don't really bite the little beast to death."

The man with dark eyes looked at the jam that was thrown everywhere by Raman, and showed a disgusted expression under the mask.

After listening to the man's words, Raman reached out his hand to wipe the slave kneeling in front of him clean, then picked up the wine jug and poured a glass of wine for the man and flattered him.

"It has been arranged, don't worry, sir."

……

Xie Wei looked at Sal who was dragged away with chains and then dragged back in the venue. The anxiety and worry in his heart turned into anger that had nowhere to vent under the restriction of the power of the law. He pounded the wooden railing with his right hand, but did not feel the expected pain.

Grabbing Xie Wei's wrist with one hand and pulling it back, Ilias pinched the soft fingers that were much smaller than his own. His tone was calm, but it made people feel a little cold on their backs.

"No matter how angry you are, you can't vent it by hurting yourself, understand?"

Xie Wei didn't dare to look up at Ilias, because Ilias's tone made him a little scared, so he just nodded obediently and said, "I know."

No one knew what kind of mood Elias felt when he saw the little magician pounding the wooden railing with his hands. He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but it was just a railing. Apart from some pain, hitting it would not cause any substantial injury to the palm under normal circumstances.

But he still said to Xie Wei in a slightly stern tone: "Promise me not to hurt yourself like this."

Ilias actually felt a little regretful after asking Xie Wei to promise. He felt that he was meddling too much and might make Xie Wei dislike him.

But Xie Wei didn't, he made the promise seriously.

"I promise that I will never vent my emotions by hurting myself again."

He looked directly at Elias with eyes full of happiness.

Elias had no idea what the child was laughing at, he only knew that he wanted him to be so happy forever, with his eyes shining.

So he looked towards the Colosseum, and after seeing the black-haired Palazzo boy's next opponent, he reached out and touched Xie Wei's hair, pinched his soft cheek, and finally spoke.

"Good boy, good and obedient children should be rewarded."

……

Ilias did not say what reward he would give to Shevi. After the hourly bell rang in the Colosseum, Thrall and the Warcraft started fighting. Shevi was nervously watching the situation in the venue below and had no time to think about the reward Ilias mentioned.

It was not until Thrall was exhausted and his body was torn apart by the monster and thrown onto the gravel-covered ground, and the man beside him leaped up and swung his sword to break the protective barrier, then landed lightly and rolled the curled up boy into his cloak, that Shevi realized what the reward Ilias was talking about.

There were exclamations one after another in the Colosseum. A swordsman with long platinum curly hair stood in the center of the Colosseum, holding a sword in one hand. Even with an old mask that half covered his face and an ordinary traveler's suit, he was enough to make people feel extremely astonished.

In front of Xie Wei, Ilias has always been gentle, bright, cheerful and nonsensical.

He doesn't look like the decisive and swift Imperial Rongguang as rumored, nor does he look like a mature and steady father.

Xie Wei stood in the stands, his eyes following the figure of Ilias, the elegant swordsman who made quite a noise and attracted everyone's attention, but was able to calmly pull the boy in his arms and check his injuries. He protected the boy against his chest gently and skillfully, and then reacted quickly to avoid the attack from the monster. Then he flashed and appeared beside the monster like a ghost.

Before everyone could react, there was a flash of sword light, and the huge monster only had time to let out a roar before it fell behind Ilias.

The stands, which had been quiet for a short time, suddenly exploded. The gamblers who had bet on "Savic" and thought they were going to lose everything started cheering, hugging each other to celebrate, and whistling at the swordsman who ruined the bet. The other group of gamblers who had not bet on "Savic" were very annoyed, but they were afraid of the opponent's iconic platinum long hair. In the end, they just clamored for the Colosseum to give them a reasonable explanation.

Swinging his sword to drop a string of blood beads, Ilias paid no attention to the fanatical shouts from the podium, but jumped directly onto the stands and walked towards a more private seat.

Xie Wei didn't know what Ilias was going to do when he carried Sal to the seat opposite, but looking at the other person's back, he was so excited that he could not calm down. His heart, which had been beating wildly, finally calmed down gradually.

"Dagumbi, my dad was very handsome just now, did you see it?"

Such superb swordsmanship, such a skillful body shape, such graceful and beautiful steps as if dancing, and killing monsters like a thunderbolt.

When Xie Wei thought that such a gentle and strong man was his biological father in this life, he couldn't help but feel many longings and visions in his heart.

Whenever Shevi and Elias were together, Dagambie, who had a particularly low sense of presence, emerged from Shevi's hair and looked at the young man whose cheeks had turned red due to his emotional ups and downs.

He responded with a helpless smile.

"I see, I see, your father is really handsome."

When Ilias walked out of the private seat opposite, he was still holding the Paraso boy who was wrapped into a ball with his cloak. He walked around and came back to Shevi, pointing at the boy in his arms and complaining.

"Thank you. He bit my hand, and I spent a lot of my own money to pay him for three months. He doesn't have to go through the ring for these three months."

Speaking of this, he felt inexplicably guilty.

"I'm sorry, the power behind the Colosseum is a bit complicated, and the identity of the eldest son of the empire doesn't help much here, so I couldn't get more for him. There is currently no way to crack his slave contract. After friendly consultation and negotiation, I bought him for three months. During these three months, he belongs only to you."

After pinching open the Paraso cub's teeth, Ilias looked at the teeth marks on his fingers and found that the cub was just bluffing and didn't even break the skin.

So he reached out to help him tidy up his hair, and then wiped his face briefly with his sleeve. After doing this, he whispered.

[Your tribe will take you home. We are all trying to find a way. You must try your best to survive. Only by living hard can you return to the snowfield. Do you understand? The magician brother will take care of you for the next three months. Don't bite him. If you bite him, I will pull out all your teeth. Nod if you understand.]

Xie Wei was using healing magic to heal Sal's wounds. He was a little surprised when he heard Ilias speak a long speech.

Ilias speaks the Parasautic language!

With his hands and feet wrapped in a cloak, listening to a familiar language, and feeling a little drowsy due to the side effects of the healing magic, Sal tried hard to keep his bloodshot eyes open, looked at Ilias, then at Shevi, and finally bit Ilias's long platinum curly hair.