Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

The unique ice prisons of the Far North are often built deep underground. White frost creeps down from the stone steps at the entrance, covering everything in sight with a layer of solid ice. At first glance, the cells appear to be forged from ice and snow. However, if one attempts to break through the ice and escape, they discover that the various cells, each large and small, are actually constructed from iron plates engraved with magical runes and separated by rocks. Escape by brute force is nearly impossible.

At three o'clock in the morning, there was a dead silence in the ice prison. The Snow Lord's personal guards stood in every corner of the interrogation venue, while the Snow Lord, who was sitting on a chair in the center, was carefully wiping his fingers.

One meter away from his feet, the fingers and toes that the assassins had cut off from each other were neatly arranged.

The three professional assassins who came to the Far North on a mission from the Free Trade City were still alive, and their minds were still clear due to the special potion they had been given.

The Parasau people would pour hot water on them every once in a while, and the hot water would quickly freeze in the extremely cold environment, and this cycle would repeat over and over again.

Blood oozed from the scalded skin, and the joints seemed to be repeatedly poked by thousands of sharp thorns. Time was infinitely prolonged in the intense pain. This slow pain caused the assassins to suffer both psychologically and physically.

For four whole hours, the Lord of the Snowfield did not ask them anything. He just had people stuff ice cubes into their mouths, and then told them coldly that they could not swallow the ice cubes, nor spit them out, and certainly not make any sound.

The Lord of the Snowfield held a long whip with barbs in his hand. His silver-gray eyes were gloomy, as if he wanted to whip them to death, but he didn't. He would only break their bones with the whip if they violated his rules and made a sound, or couldn't help wanting to swallow or spit out the ice.

Behind the Lord of the Snowfield were his companions who had died while being hunted by the Parasau people. They were folded and placed in an iron cage that was only half the length and width of an adult's arm, and hung on the ice wall.

The three captured assassins had originally hoped to use the information they knew as bargaining chips to buy their lives, but now, looking at their teammates, their heads dangling in mid-air, twisted into a curved arc, facing them, they knew full well that they, too, would become one of them...

At five o'clock in the morning, Raymond returned to the Losen tribe with Irel and the two assassins who had escaped into the Misty Forest. They followed Thrall's personal guards directly to the ice prison.

Yrel stood at the doorway of the interrogation room, watching the man sitting in a chair, coldly observing the assassins slaughtering each other. He himself had been no more merciful than Thrall had been to the assassins who had attempted to kill his brother, but the thought of this powerful yet wicked man being his brother's partner filled him with uncontrollable worry.

His brother was locked up in a tower by those damn bastards for so many years, and he had no contact with any good things or good people. Before he knew that there were more people and things to like and love in this world, he was sent to the Far North Territory and was easily seduced by a man who was good at disguise.

Whenever he thought of this, Iriel would feel extremely painful and helpless.

His little baby liked this man and depended on this man. Their relationship was so close that even he, her biological brother, could not intervene.

Irel respects all of Xie Wei's choices, but he will also prepare bargaining chips and retreat plans for Xie Wei in advance.

Although it is known that most Parasos are extremely loyal in terms of feelings, the union of the Lord of the Snowfield and the Prince of the Empire has too many hidden dangers and variables.

The Parasau people don't like to leave the snowfields, but that doesn't mean Sal Pukas doesn't want to go out.

Who can guarantee that this ambitious lord will not become more greedy in the future?

Human hearts will never be satisfied, especially for those in power.

Thrall didn't know that Irel had thought so much in such a short time. He was thinking about whether to cook a bowl of noodles or bake a small cake for his little rose when he returned.

The Lord of the Snowfield, who had decided to bake a small cake, waved his hand and asked his men to separate the bloody assassins. He was going to hand over the venue to Little Rose's brother. He had to hurry back to make breakfast for Little Rose.

Standing up and straightening his robe, Thrall gave his seat to the black-haired magician, then pointed at the three assassins.

"The main purpose of those who hired them was not to assassinate Imperial Rose, but to pretend that you, the East, had sent assassins to assassinate my partner."

As soon as he finished speaking, Iriel raised his hand and asked Raymond to throw two black-robed assassins in front of him, and then said coldly.

"But they really came to assassinate Xie Wei. I extracted their memories. Judging from their appearance, the person who ordered them to assassinate my brother should be from Paraso."

Irel sat down on the chair, leaning his arms on the armrests, and looked up with a relaxed attitude at the man who frowned and looked grim after hearing his words.

"Before I leave the Far North, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation. You should know that if Xie Wei didn't like you and didn't want to leave the Far North, I could take him away at any time."

The Lord of the Snowfield's originally gloomy brows relaxed the moment he heard some of the words. He looked down at his brother who had threatened him, and surprisingly felt that the other party now looked very approachable.

Did Little Rose actually tell his brother that she liked him and didn't want to leave the Far North Territory?

The Lord of the Snowfields tried hard to control the upward curve of his lips and said respectfully, "I'll have someone investigate right away and will give you a reasonable explanation as soon as possible."