Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

After arriving at the Losen tribe, Sal first led Shevi into the chief's tent to accept gifts from the tribal leader, priests, elders, and captains of various guards.

Perhaps last winter, most of the people of Parasau saluted and offered blessings to the young Imperial Rose simply because she was the companion of the Lord of the Snowfield. But now, as everyone faced the Imperial Rose on the throne, whether bowing their heads in greeting or speaking in unison, it was simply an expression of their respect and heartfelt submission to the Snowfield's Agnère—Her Highness Shiavi Ficheld.

Sugar, paper, grain seeds, delicious food, daily necessities, protective arrays, magic items, city defense construction, territory planning...

A beautiful rose from the Heseton Empire took root in the Tajiyama Snowfields and became the messenger of the gods, Yagne of the Palasso people. She brought a longed-for future, along with countless surprises and miracles, to the Far North Territory and the people of Palasso.

This winter the Parasaus were busy rebuilding the city of Gut, guarding the fields, harvesting and sowing grain, making sugar and paper, and leading slaves to build post stations between various tribes and watchtowers.

In short, when the next spring comes, adventurers who travel to the Far North Territory from various regions of the Lar continent will see a brand new Far North Territory, and they will be able to see the Far North Territory changing year by year in every year thereafter.

Sitting on the main seat and looking at the round table not far away, where Little Rose was surrounded by priests and magicians from the tribe, the Lord of the Snowfield's strong possessiveness was temporarily subsided by the great satisfaction and sense of accomplishment.

Admittedly, the Lord of the Snowfields thought his partner was always lovable and charming, but the sight of her talking so eloquently about something she was good at was another way of looking that made him extremely fascinated.

As long as Sal thought that this little rose belonged to him alone, and that he had carefully nurtured it and witnessed its growth, he found it difficult to suppress his inner joy and happiness, and he couldn't pull up a serious curve at the corners of his mouth.

While listening to the captains of the guards reporting on various matters, Thrall was able to write on the kraft paper at the same time, silently communicating information about the assassin with the tribal leaders and his confidants.

[All the assassins found near Gut City have died from the poison.]

[It seems that the employer of these assassins is not the same person.]

[A group of them are professional assassins from the Free Trade Cities, and the rest are death squads.]

[The few people captured alive were all professional assassins from the Free Trade Cities.]

[Lord Sar, do you want to interrogate him personally? ]

[Each tribe has increased patrols and notified the watchtowers to strengthen their vigilance.]

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After a hearty academic exchange with the magicians of the Losen tribe, Xie Wei still felt a little unsatisfied when he was forcibly taken away from the magicians' encirclement by Thrall.

After the others left the leader's tent, Thrall took Xie Wei to the young man sitting in the corner of the tent and introduced him, "This is my adopted brother Modo. He is a magician with an affinity for water magic elements."

The impression I have of Xie Wei is the person he was before we first met. Brother Modo seems to be a very good-tempered person. I always feel that he is a bit like Jibu Ata in temperament, but not as cheerful as Jibu Ata.

"Brother Modo." Xie Wei followed Sal and called Modo brother.

"Hello, hello, Your Highness." Modo had already stood up when they came over. He was very tall, and because he was a magician, his physique was not as strong as a warrior, but it was the physique that Xie Wei longed for.

Modo had actually seen Xie Wei twice before, but he only glanced at him from afar and had never met him. He only remembered that the child's eyes were always filled with a deep gloom. Today, when he saw the real person up close, he found that this little rose of the empire had become much more lively and cheerful, and also much more confident and mature.

Turning his gaze to the Lord of the Snowfield, Modo's lips curled up slightly, his eyes full of relief. It wasn't just the Imperial Rose who had changed, his paranoid adopted brother had also changed a lot.