Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Chapter 284 Brother

"Mr. Irel, please put the cut hair into this silver bowl." The male Paraso magician with short brown hair held the silver bowl in both hands, lowered his eyebrows and fixed his eyes on the stone bricks. Despite this, he was still attacked by the eyes of a gentleman not far away.

Raymond crossed his arms and glared at the magician of Parasau. Then he said to Frost in a voice that he thought was very quiet, but in fact everyone could hear it: "The smell of the two of them is almost exactly the same. Can't these people of Parasau smell it? Is my Iriel the kind of person who recognizes brothers casually? He actually has to use this outdated ancient magic to verify blood relationship."

After saying this, he still felt it was not enough, and complained again: "Why does the Lord of the Snowfield have so much of Brother Yrel's hair? I only have a little bit of Yrel's hair, and I picked it up secretly by myself."

Flos felt that some words should not be said so loudly, but it couldn't cover Raymond's mouth.

After looking at his own little paws and then at Raymond's chattering mouth, Frost chose to cover his ears with his paws.

Xie Wei and Yirel sat facing each other at the two ends of a circular stone platform, on which there was an ancient magic circle drawn by the tribal priests.

This ancient magic circle can determine whether they are related by blood.

Shevi was certain that Yrel was his brother. Based on the fact that the secret realm restrictions did not completely suppress Yrel, Thrall basically believed that Yrel and Shevi had a close blood relationship.

But he still needed to verify it again before he could fully believe that Iriel was Xie Wei's full brother.

Yrel greatly appreciated Thrall's caution. He now fully understood the Snow Lord's overprotectiveness towards his younger brother.

She stared at her brother without blinking. He was wearing a snow-white suit, a fluffy cape, and had a head of beautiful braids.

Iriel was very confused. He didn't understand why someone could be so likable. He wanted to kiss his eyes just by sitting there.

If the child was younger, he would even like to hold him in his arms every day.

Of course, he is willing to do so now, but his brother is easily embarrassed at his age.

Xie Wei has actually been a little depressed recently because he wanted to ask Irel what happened back then, but Irel always said that he was still young and would tell him later.

Xie Wei knew that he was not a real 19-year-old boy, but in the eyes of Thrall and Yrel, he was just an adult who was not yet able to take on any responsibilities.

Or perhaps they were reluctant to let him take on any responsibility.

If it were before, when Xie Wei didn't have so much obsession with the parents whom he had never met in this life, he might not have tried to get to the bottom of it, but would have chosen the simpler choice of accepting the love of his partner and brother.

But now…how could he not pursue the truth?

They were a father and mother who loved him with all their hearts, protected him with all their strength, and were willing to give everything for him.

They gave him the warmth and love that he longed for and anticipated for two lifetimes, and endowed him with unlimited support and the courage to move forward.

If... if nothing had happened... he and his brother would definitely be the happiest and most blessed children on the continent of Lar, definitely.

The priests invited from the neighboring tribe stood on the higher stone steps at the edge of the circular stone platform. After the short brown-haired magician placed the silver bowl containing the hair of Shevi and Iriel in the center of the stone platform, he quickly left the circular stone platform.

The young priest raised his staff and quickly chanted the ancient magic spell. The magic circle on the circular stone platform lit up with a silver-white light as the magic elements gathered and flowed.

As the priest chanted, the magic circle became brighter and brighter. When the light became dazzling, the light of the magic element gradually weakened and changed into another color.

The two strands of platinum hair in the silver bowl were connected together under the influence of magic elements. When the light of the magic circle completely turned into platinum, the two strands of hair in the silver bowl turned into thousands of platinum magic element filaments, which tightly bound the people sitting at the two ends of the stone platform together.

Iriel raised his right hand and looked at the platinum-colored thread on his wrist. He tried to pull it, but Xie Wei, whose right wrist was also tied, suddenly leaned forward when he moved and almost fell on the stone platform. So he quickly put down his hand and stopped moving.

After the priest finished chanting the long spell, the platinum-colored threads tied to Shevi and Iriel's wrists instantly turned into countless magic elements and gradually dissipated, while the platinum-colored curly hair and platinum-colored straight hair placed in the silver bowl were connected together to form a bunch of half-curly and half-straight platinum-colored hair.

Except for the priest, Raymond, Frost, and Thrall himself, the remaining people who witnessed the ceremony were all personal guards who were completely loyal to Thrall.

Everyone watched the whole process. The good eyesight of the Parasos allowed them to see the connected hair. When they looked at the magician sitting opposite the Imperial Rose, they actually felt that the arrogant and indifferent Mr. Iriel now looked very friendly.

The guards found Yrel friendly, but the Lord of the Snowfields was not at all.

Look at the man who gave her a look after the ceremony, then stood up and walked to the sitting Little Rose and picked her up, then naturally and skillfully rubbed Little Rose's cheeks and kissed her forehead.

The Lord of the Snowfield took a deep breath again and again, but he really couldn't bear it anymore, so he strode forward and tried to take the little rose back into his arms.

Walking up to the round platform with a fierce look on his face, the Lord of the Snowfield confidently called out in a low voice: "Brother."

Irel glanced at him calmly and replied, "Yeah."

It sounds a bit awkward, but after all, she is my brother's partner, so I still have to give him face.

With half of his face buried in the plush cloak, Xie Wei looked at his brother, then looked at Sal, and finally retracted his chin into his collar, trying to cover the upturned corners of his mouth.

But what he didn't know was that because of his height, Yrel, who was taller than him, and Thrall, who was much taller than him, could both see him grinning.

"Happy?" Iriel knew that Xie Wei had been unhappy these days, and he also knew that he was the one who made his brother unhappy.

But he and Sal Pukas had already agreed that as long as he was alive, he would not expose Xie Wei to those people as a living target.

He is the eldest son and should take on all responsibilities to protect his younger brother from wind and rain. As long as he is there and as long as his Dragon Soul Stone can still be lit.

He would never put his only brother in danger, nor would he force him to separate from his male partner, leave his favorite northern territory, and return to the already corrupt empire to fight for the seemingly supreme and magnificent crown.

Without waiting for Xie Wei to answer, Iriel took Xie Wei's soft fingers, kissed the back of his hand with infinite affection, and then whispered.

"I don't know what the future will be like. Before that, while I can still protect you, I hope you can live a happy and comfortable life. My dear little baby, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

Yriel imitated the words his father would say to cheer him up a long time ago, and tried hard to coax his younger brother.

He knew that if his father were still alive, he might have said even more disgusting words, but his father was gone, and he had never heard any more disgusting words, so he had no way of learning them to coax his younger brother.

……

Sal held the little Rose who lay in his arms and refused to look up. As he walked, he looked back at his brother who was following not far behind him with a frustrated look on his face.

He was unhappy that the other party had made his little rose cry, but now due to the other party's identity, he could only endure it.

When Raymond saw that Thrall kept looking back at Yrel, he glared at him angrily and provoked him with his eyes: What are you looking at!

As a result, the Lord of the Snowfield, whose mind was on the person in his arms, did not notice this look at all.