Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

In the letter, Sal asked Modo to prepare a smallest bedroom for him. Modo pretended not to see it. He cleaned up the largest room on the second floor, replaced the curtains, bedding and carpets with new ones, and even lit incense in advance.

Although it is called incense, it is not made of expensive spices such as bricks or pills. Instead, it is a powder made from leaves that emit a fresh and elegant fragrance and are collected from the forest near the Losen tribe.

In the spring, when Modo heard that Thrall might bring the Imperial Roses on a winter patrol, he asked the patrol team to bring some back.

Afterwards, Modo dried the leaves of the plant called Xuerui and ground them into incense powder. He also bought an exquisite and beautiful incense box from a small vendor who entered the Far North Territory to sell goods.

Ragnar watched Modo busying around, thinking that the little prince of the empire should use rare and expensive things, and probably would not look down on their rough incense. He was a little worried that Modo's work was in vain.

But he didn't say anything to spoil the fun, and he helped to come up with a solution. He asked Modo to carve a mold out of wood, then put the mold in the incense box and fill it with incense powder, so that the incense powder would form a beautiful pattern.

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Every tribe will hold a dinner for Xie Wei's arrival, and the Losen tribe is no exception.

On the first day of arriving at the Losen tribe, Shevi accepted the gift in the morning, helped Ragnar adjust the exoskeleton magic props at Mordo's house in the afternoon, and changed into a formal suit in the evening, and went to the tribal leader's tent with Thrall to attend the dinner.

In short, I was busy all day.

As before, Yrel took Raymond to the nearby ruins, but this time he didn't bring Fros. The little dragon was a little upset, and as a result, Thrall didn't bring Fros when he went to deal with tribal affairs in the afternoon. The little guy slept in the cloak that Shevi took off for the whole afternoon, feeling aggrieved.

Although Frost likes to be with Shevi, both Yrel and Thrall have been competing to take him out to play. Suddenly, both of them don't want him anymore, and the little guy can't accept this gap for a while.

But at night, when the sleep-filled little dragon cub was tucked into the collar of Sal, who came back to pick up Xie Wei to attend the dinner, its tail was affectionately entangled in Sal's braid again.

Frost recalled what Raymond had said to him: We dragons don't bother with humans!

The dinners in the tribe were all similar. Xie Wei still sat at the children's table, but one of the older kids might have secretly mixed fruit wine into the juice. The kids at the table were making a lot of noise, and somehow Xie Wei ended up drinking the glass of juice mixed with wine.

By the time the boys and girls accompanying Xie Wei noticed something was amiss with him, the entire table of kids fell silent. They looked at the prince, who sat there perfectly still, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes brimming with smiles, seemingly dazed yet exceptionally gentle and handsome. They couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing to disturb him, yet at the same time, they were drawn to him and couldn't help but want to get closer...

It was really unusual that the noisy little kids suddenly quieted down. The adults in the tent put down their wine glasses and turned around to see what happened, but they only saw the lord taking a cloak to wrap His Highness Shiavi tightly, and then carrying him out like that.

"what happened?"

"Why did the lord leave?"

"Who made Lord Sal angry?"

"...If the leader is angry, can we still sit here peacefully?"

"What's going on? Amina." Someone went to ask his own child.

The girl named Amina rubbed her face and replied to herself, "I don't know. Your Highness smiled so beautifully, and then the lord suddenly came over."

Quincy, the leader of the Losen tribe, was very young, only thirty-six years old. He looked at Modo and asked, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Modo shook his head, meaning it was okay, but then he whispered, "I'll go back first."

After Modo left, Quincy asked Amina to hand him Shevi's silver cup. As soon as he took it in his hand, without even getting close, Quincy smelled the smell of alcohol in the juice. The smell was very light, and even the Parasau people's sensitive sense of smell could only smell a little.

But the taste of this wine was different from what they drank. A long time ago, he had a small cup from Modo. He remembered that Modo said at that time that this wine was a gift from the lord.

Quincy placed the silver cup back on the table and laughed loudly, "It's okay. The kids mixed wine into the juice. Your Highness Xiayawei can't drink much, so the lord is taking your Highness back to rest."

As he said this, he glanced at the young Parasol man who had just sat next to Xie Wei.

The boy was Ragnar's sister's child, and his name was Muhe.

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Before the dinner began, Sal gave Mordo a small glass bottle containing a western specialty - Xialu wine, which he bought from a smuggler.

This kind of wine does not taste like alcohol when mixed with sweet and sour fruit juice, and people who can't drink much will not feel uncomfortable the next day after drinking it.

After leaving the chief's tent, Sal carried Xie Wei and mounted the horse. When Modo followed him out, he saw the horse hoof prints on the snow heading towards his home, so he called the long-eared monster waiting outside the tent and slowly led the horse home.

When Modo led the horse back to his cabin, Sal was washing the drunk Little Rose in the bathroom.

In the spacious bathroom, there was a magic heating prop made by Shevi. Thrall took Shevi out from the bathtub where he and Frost were splashing water on each other, and then reached out to pull the little dragon out.

By the time Sal carried Shevi, who had changed into a winter plush robe, back to the room from the bathroom, Modo had just lit the incense in the bedroom.

Modo changed into a simple robe and saw Sal returning to the room with the Imperial Rose. He walked to the bedroom door without looking around, but did not leave.

Xie Wei had fallen asleep in Sal's arms. Sal put him in the quilt and moved Flos's nest onto the bed.

Floss flew down from Sal's shoulder and crawled into his own nest, then blinked at Sal and wagged his tail.

Sal just whispered to it that he would not be back tonight because he had some things to deal with. He also said that Xie Wei would be scared to sleep alone at night, so he asked it to protect Xie Wei, so he would not take it out.

Frost knew that Shevi had been dreaming a lot at night recently, so when he received the task from Thrall, the little dragon cub, full of a strong sense of mission, held his head high and felt that only he could complete this task!

After sitting by the bed for a while, and seeing that Xie Wei's breathing was steady and he was sleeping soundly, Sal took away the larger lighting crystal beside the bed, leaving only a smaller lighting crystal on the table, and then quietly left the bedroom.

Modo, who was waiting at the bedroom door, saw that Sal had closed the bedroom door, and then he said, "You are not going to tell His Highness Shiyavi about the assassin? Sal, His Highness Shiyavi is not a brat."

Modo had a headache. Sal planned to deal with the assassin's matter without telling His Highness Shiavi, and also drag the magician from the eastern part of the empire along.

In order to let His Highness Xiayawei sleep well at night without his company, he instructed him to give Xialu wine to Muhe, and then asked Muhe to mix Xialu wine into the juice that His Highness Xiayawei drank.

He felt that instead of going through so much trouble, it would be better to tell His Highness Shiavi directly.

That kid doesn't seem like someone who would be scared by something like this, and... His Highness Shiavi's current magical power makes it difficult for ordinary assassins to get close to him, let alone assassinate him under Sal's meticulous protection.

"My little Rose has an extremely soft heart. He's not afraid of assassins, nor does he hate those who want to take his life. He doesn't care and won't take them to heart. It's just that I don't want him to know how I would treat these people. Brother Modo, I don't want him to be afraid of me anymore."

The Lord of the Snowfield no longer hid the hostility in his eyes. He lowered his voice and spoke word by word.

"I know what kind of me he likes, and I will make him like me forever."

Modo had long been accustomed to Thrall's current gloomy and violent look, so he was not scared.

What's even more troublesome is that he tore off his disguise and told his adopted brother, who he thought had changed a lot, that he hadn't changed at all, not at all. He just learned to restrain and be patient in front of his partner.