Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Chapter 247 Xie Wei's potion is made from the fruit of this magic plant

"My little master, it's time to go to bed. Grandma will take good care of you. Thank you. Grandma will take you back to your room, okay?" Because of Iriel, everyone now calls Xie Wei "Xie Xie".

Iriel was sleeping next to Xie Wei, and he had been gently patting the sleeping black-haired magician with his little hands. The black-haired magician was sick and his body was hot.

Sophia wanted to take him out of the quilt, but her usually obedient little master hid his face in the quilt and shook his head to refuse her.

"I'm going to sleep with Xie Xie, he likes my pats."

"But……"

"When Yirel is sick, mom and dad will sleep with Yirel. Now that Xiexie is sick, Yirel wants to sleep with Xiexie."

After hearing what Iriel said, Sophia's heart softened. Seeing that he insisted, she stopped persuading him. She turned around and soaked a clean towel in the basin of water with ice cubes floating on it. After wrung it dry, she wiped the forehead and cheeks of the sleeping person.

While his consciousness was drowsy, Xie Wei felt as if he had returned to his childhood.

In the small and dark tower, the old maid held him and patted his back gently, speaking in a gentle tone that he could not understand.

His internal organs felt like they were filled with magma, and the burning pain spread from his chest to his limbs. It hurt as if something was breaking apart bit by bit inside his body, but it would soon be repaired by something else.

Although he still has memories of his past life, Xie Wei is unable to control his body after he becomes self-aware. He expresses his pain and discomfort by crying like a normal baby, but the sound is thin and weak, and he even has difficulty breathing if he cries for too long.

Floating in a distant and vague dream, Xie Wei had no idea that in reality he was crying in his sleep just like when he was a child.

In the bedroom, Sophia sat down beside the bed with a look of heartache and anxiety. She coaxed the sleeping little magician like a child. Together with Iriel, who was lying on the pillow and wiping Shevi's tears with his soft little hands, they tried every way they could think of to relieve the pain and anxiety.

Outside the bedroom, Cyril closed the bedroom door. Unlike usual, the man who always paid attention to his appearance looked particularly disheveled today.

The neat suit he wore when he went out in the morning became tattered, and even his beautiful curly hair, which he usually took great care of, was stained with unknown stains and mucus.

The blond swordsman slowly slid down to the floor, leaning against the wall. He was usually a cheerful person, but today he was like the sky before a rainstorm, gloomy and depressing, making people feel unfamiliar.

The door of a room on Cyril's left quietly opened, and a female magician with long black hair walked up to the man and squatted down. She combed her partner's beautiful long curly hair with her fingers a few times.

"Thank you for your hard work, Cyril."

With his head lowered, Cyril took a deep breath. After his chest rose and fell several times, he looked up at Elodie's pale and haggard face, and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised in a relaxed manner.

"It's just picking some herbs and magic plants. It's easy for Master Cyril~"

He said he was relaxed, but exhaustion was written all over his body.

Cyril buried his face in Elodie's shoulder and he smelled the blood on Elodie's body.

Standing up and sniffing, Cyril carefully held Elodie's hand, and then, despite Elodie's attempt to stop him, he lifted the wide sleeves of Elodie's wizard robe.

There was a bandage wrapped around the wizard's wrist under his robe. It looked like it was tied hastily and messily, and there was blood seeping out of it.

The blond swordsman frowned, but as before, he didn't ask anything. He just gently removed the bandage, then re-processed the wound, and then carefully tied the bandage and tied a beautiful bow.

"Thank you, Cyril."

Looking at the man who was re-bandaging his wrist, Elodie didn't know what else to say except this.

Elodie had always been like this, unusually clumsy in expression. Cyril had gotten used to it and could extract the essence from her short sentences, which she used sparingly.

He knew that Elodie's thank you was not just for helping him bandage the wound.

"It's heartbreaking to be so estranged from each other. We are partners~"

Elodie's physical condition is not good, and she cannot use healing magic to heal her wounds for the time being because she has important things to do later.

During the months that Xie Wei was in Bellagia, he fell ill every month, and each time his illness became more serious than the last.

But as long as he drank the medicine given by the doctor Mason found, he would recover quickly.

But in fact, the doctor's medicine was never delivered to Xie Wei. Xie Wei drank the medicine made by Iloti.

Only Cyril and Elodie knew about this.

Cyril discovered it when Elodie first made the potion for Shevi.

Because that potion requires the magic plant grown from Ilodi's blood.

To be precise, Elodi will use her own blood to irrigate a magic plant. Her blood will stimulate this magic plant, which only blooms once every few decades, to bloom and bear fruit repeatedly in a short period of time.

Xie Wei's potion is made from the fruit of this magical plant.