Shaman from Afar

Dark corridors, cold iron windows, cold and wet walls and ceiling ...

The dark-haired wizard walked toward the end of the promenade without looking back. When he passed by the wall candle, the dim fire only illuminated half of his face, and his face was as thick as water.

"... Your Excellency Loren Turin, Your Highness Brandon de Salion ordered me to come and inform you of this regrettable news, and I hope you will accept ..."

Footsteps are getting faster and faster, and only the heavy steps are constantly echoing in the cold and dead corridor.

"... your friend, the father of Selan Kovo, the suspect in this case, the famous master of pharmacy ..."

The torches at the end of the corridor lit up, and the cold iron door was near.

"... His Excellency Lusak Kovo ..."

There is only darkness in the deepest prison far from the light.

"... just two quarters ago ..."

The footsteps stopped gradually, pushing the iron door open, and a figure that fell on the corner of the darkness appeared looming in his vision.

"... has unfortunately died ..."

The dark-haired dark-haired wizard gritted his teeth and crouched slowly in front of the bruised figure. His trembling right hand gently pressed the neck of the blood stain that had already condensed.

"... After inspection, I was not coerced before death ... It should be hanged myself ..."

The dark pupil was gradually stained with a layer of ice, the shoulder of the dark-haired sorcerer shuddered slightly, and the corner of his mouth squeezed a sad smile.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

Loren, half kneeling in front of Lusak to see Kovo's body, suddenly laughed aloud, his shoulders shook violently, and he couldn't even stand his bite.

The hearty laughter echoed continuously in the narrow and dark cell, but he couldn't hear any joy.

"It turns out this way, it turns out this way ... this is your plan, isn't it ?!"

"Pretend to commit suicide, and then cheat the court's favor, and finally defeat the hypocritical church and their doglegs, you are really thoughtful, Master Lussack--!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... I can't see it. I still feel that you are a kind of rigorous and meticulous scholar. I didn't expect to understand this kind of conspiracy and tricks. It's amazing!

"Get up ... get up; pretend to be almost done ... Master Lusak, too much, others will really think you are dead, wouldn't it be too fake to appear in court to defend?"

"Wake up, wake up quickly, Lussak Covo, your son climbed to the witness stand of the House of Representatives with the last breath, just to get you back!"

"Is this to make me speak without faith, to make others think that I am a liar? I tell you ... Come on--!"

"I promised to let you walk out of here with fairness and integrity. No one can tell me what you said, did you hear me ?!"

"Have you heard?"

"Lusak Kovo--!"

"Loren!"

The sudden sound made some hysterical dark-haired wizards suddenly froze; slowly turning back, Brandon de Salion was already standing behind him, his crimson pupil without a trace of expression.

"Spirit up." Brandon nodded slightly, biting his lower lip gently: "My wizard advisor ... wouldn't be so embarrassing!"

……………………………………

Time passed by one minute and one second.

The dim candlestick illuminates the mottled wall, the two sides of the candlelight look at each other, and the quiet air makes the depressed atmosphere as if it were the substance.

"I'm really the first time ... to see your expression." Still cynical tone, Brandon raised his lips: "I thought you guy never knows what is fear, and always so self-righteous."

The dark-haired wizard shook his head and mocked his mouth.

"It's my carelessness, I'm too self-righteous." Focusing on the dim candlelight, Loren shook his head: "I thought I would never make the same mistake a second time, I didn't expect ..."

Raising his eyebrows, Brandon opened his mouth to say something quietly and shrugged.

Leonardo Turin ... the tragic death in the hands of a robber disguised as a villager, Loren's nominal knight master and the "grandfather" old man, also an opportunity for Loren Turin to become a wizard ... The earliest information found about Loren Turin.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Brandon could understand how hard it was for Loren.

"A helpless alchemist is imprisoned in a dark dungeon, miserable and exhausted. The only hope is a person he has never seen, who just wants to use him, a promise without any guarantee. "

The dark-haired wizard's voice trembled, and his eyes became a little dull: "In such a situation, time is passing, hope is annihilating ... loneliness, fear, darkness ... completely surrounded by these, and tortured for a whole month. It is a matter of course that he will give up. "

"He is not courageous, nor cowardly, timid ... Lussak Covo, he is just too aware of how powerful the enemy is, how small the hope of victory is ... nothing to blame."

"Then again, when a man is willing to use his own death ... to end this, who else can stand up and accuse him of being brave enough?"

Brandon blinked and said nothing; he sat quietly beside him, saying nothing.

"The church will not let go of such a good opportunity ... Whether Weber is willing or unwilling, the church will let him say this is 'Lusak's suicide in fear of sin', and we have nothing to prove, except the default. It ’s just a futile rebellion, that ’s all. ”

The expression of the dark-haired wizard became heavier.

"That is to say ... there is only one way left to reconcile?" Brandon asked indifferently. "Are you going to surrender and admit defeat, my wizard advisor?"

"How is that possible!"

"Go on fighting, what's the odds?"

"Not even one Chengdu ... can be said to have no chance."

"Even so, he still gritted his teeth and refused to concede ... I have to kill the net and fight hard?"

"of course."

Before Loren raised his head, Brandon snapped his right hand, and his red pupil was very firm:

"well!"

"It would be a fiasco, and we would never admit defeat, never back down!" Brandon's mouth slightly raised, his eyes burning as if the winning ticket was in hand: "Loren Turin ... I believe in you, but this trust is definitely not your burden. "

"Even in adversity, I believe you can make the situation the most beneficial to us; this is the case in Ebden, this is the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, and it is the same in the glacier wasteland ..."

"They thought I still had the last hole and thought I would give up like before ... That's right. If I were smart enough, I should have given up long ago. I can't see the hopeless adversity. Even if I win, I can't change the existing cards situation."

"So they don't know, I only have one card from start to finish!"

"What do you mean?" The black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows.

"Simple, that's what I can give you that others can never give you." Brandon's smile was as bright as the afternoon sun: "Trust."

"If you want to win the loyalty of others, you first have to come up with your own."

"So ... Loren Turin, I will believe you wholeheartedly and put my destiny in your hands!"

"Unconditional trust ... is my promise to you."

With a slight hum, His Royal Highness with a smile on his face tilted his head: "How is it, is it moved?"

"Not at all." The dark-haired wizard who rolled his lips rolled his eyes.

"Ah ... Then when I didn't say anything, anyway, this time I lost!" Brandon patted the table and got up, letting his head linger indifferently:

"If it's a big deal, just continue to be the same as before ~ ​​www.readwn.com ~ How can they really treat me ..."

"and many more……"

The helpless voice stopped His Royal Highness's feet in the air. The dark-haired wizard turned to look behind him with a smiling face.

"Who told you ... I lost this time?"

With a cold snort, Loren stood up and glared at him:

"Go, let you see ... what is the Jedi Reversal!"

"Whatever you want!" ...

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