Shaman from Afar

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"Loren?"

The pale pale wizard murmured, his eyes twitched slightly, and an unbelievable light gleamed out of the dim sapphire, and cold sweat continued to emerge from his forehead.

The moment the door was pushed open, and the moment she saw the black hair and black eyes, she still thought it was just her hallucinations, thinking that she once again mistakenly entered Charlotte and Lucien as the big fool.

"Hi!"

Seeing the expression of the little wizard, Loren shrugged a little embarrassedly, waved his hand stiffly and grinned reluctantly: "That ... um ... I'm back."

The distracted Ai Yin looked at each other silently. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands, but he forgot to hold the knife and forging hammer for carving runes in his hand.

"clang--!"

The black figure rushed forward, grabbed the blade firmly with **** at the moment before the knife fell to the ground, and placed it on the table, stood up and looked at it as if it was a dream, a restless figure in his eyes. Not just a shock, but a trace of fear.

The little wizard was afraid, and she was too scared to even touch the dark-haired wizard in front of her.

Worried that he will disappear, worried that this is just a dream, worried that it is a "little joke" that Lucien used to make himself happy ...

Raising his right hand gently, Wei Wei still had some cold fingertips sliding across the cheeks of the dark-haired wizard, and the bleak dream was becoming real one by one.

"I'm back." Awkward Loren can only repeat it again: "Uh ... that, sorry I didn't notify you in advance, mainly because ..."

"boom--!"

Before the crappy wording of a dark-haired wizard, the little, silent wizard suddenly hugged him in his arms!

"You big villain! Fool! Fool! Fool! Why don't you just die outside —? !!!"

The stunned Loren hadn't reacted yet, and Ain in her arms had burst into sobs.

"Sorry……"

After a long sigh, Loren realized that he could only say this sentence.

I'm sorry for her, and I'm sorry for Lusien and Isaac who were so trusting in themselves ... Close to life, he was still uncertain, and he didn't dare to accept the pain of reality. He was on the night that old knight Leonardo Turin died Experienced it deeply.

Compared with the dead, the ones who are alive are really better to die!

In order to be able to keep it secret, apart from Charlotte knowing a little insider, Loren didn't talk about it with anyone; from the beginning to the end, Ain knew it was only her own accident.

Who is the enemy, is there any danger, for what, what is the plan ... she knows nothing; this is the first time since the two met.

Even if you cheated yourself as before, why didn't you tell me a word?

The tearful, wandering little wizard hugged the dark-haired wizard in his arms, as if worried that he would disappear all at once; he pressed his cheek against his chest, feeling the sound of a solid and powerful heartbeat.

That's right, it's him, he really came back ... came back alive.

Just like the vampire's time, like the ancient wood forest's time, just like the Boundary Mountain ...

He came back alive and intact ... and even thought about how to fool himself.

It's ... really great.

Holding the body of the dark-haired wizard tightly, the dull sobbing gradually weakened until the tired Ain returned to sleep ...

……………………………………

"His Ein ... he fell asleep?"

The gray pupil who was standing outside the door saw Loren walking out of the door and saw him make a "murder" action, quickly lowering his voice and asked quietly.

"He (she) looks tired and has been working for a long time." Loren sighed. "It's really troubled you during this time. Hasn't the night watchman troubled you?"

"Only when I left West Sackland, there were two agents who followed the night watch." Lucien nodded, as the younger brother of the Duke of Würz, the illegitimate son of the Duke, the emperor "private soldier" like the night watch. The same existence is also slightly heard:

"It's gone after coming to Red Blood Castle ... Of course, it may be that they lurked and wanted to wait for the opportunity."

Slightly nodded, Loren walked ten steps away from the door without a word; after confirming that the distance was far enough, the little wizard behind the door could not eavesdrop and stopped, turned to look at the gray pupil with a serious expression :

"The deputy governor of the governor's palace, Lakos, you killed him, right?"

"Ok?!"

"Don't pretend to be stupid ... The wounds on those people and the means of murder are absolutely impossible for me to read-except your Lucien, I really don't know which lefty has such a good skill!" Loren's eyes More serious:

"Why are these involved, do you know how dangerous it is?"

Gray pupil's eyes are very complicated, silent, silent, lowered his head.

"Also, if only one person ... let Lakos bleed, erase footprints and wound marks, and the alchemy potion that I did n’t fully discover. If I guess right, it should be Ain ’s masterpiece, but it ’s definitely not Ain. The original intention-unless it is absolutely necessary, he (she) will never be able to kill! "

"Someone must have bewitched you, tell me ..."

Speaking of which, Loren couldn't help but sigh: "I want a name."

The gray pupil only lowered his head, and his silent eyebrows still insisted with a point.

"Lusien, we are here just to represent Brandon de Salion, to maintain the alliance between the Red Blood Castle and His Royal Highness, not to kill the Turin family!" The dark-haired wizard said in a deep voice :

"You can help them, that's right! But there must be a minimum bottom line, instead of trying to put yourself on the line ... Killing the vice governor of the Governor's Mansion, what will happen once it is exposed ... If you step back 10,000 steps, even the Turin family I wo n’t sell you, what shall we do once the empire wants to track down the mastermind ?! ”

"You've seen Connor de Salion a terrible guy. You've seen villains who can abandon one for their benefit ... I trust this luxury, I really can't give it to anyone beside me Anyone else! "

"Tell me, who asked you to do it ?!"

Biting his lower lip stubbornly, the stubborn gray pupil just bowed his head and didn't mean to answer from beginning to end.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Seeing Lusien's face, he realized that this somewhat outdated Loren waved helplessly:

"In short, be careful ... you are my friends, and I really do n’t want to see you being used anymore."

Lushen's face changed when he noticed the expression of the dark-haired wizard, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say: "Master Loren, I ..."

"I begged them to do this!"

A voice interrupted the two of them in conversation, and there was a deep apology in his gentle voice;

The black satin long-sleeved robe with dark blue background, white gloves and a pair of thick-bottom calf leather boots with a gold lion badge on the black chest ... Polite young man with his hands behind his back, walking quickly from the stairs, tight The frown frowned almost directly on his face.

"Meet for the first time, Viscount Loren Turin; under Charles Grenwell ~ www.readwn.com ~ is the director of Red Blood Castle." The young man gracefully bowed slightly beyond Loren's three steps:

"I was very sorry to hear the conversation between the two, but the whole thing started for me ... if you can, I hope you don't blame Lord Lucien too much, he is thinking about you too."

"In addition, if you really want to anger, please allow me to clarify the matter, the countess is not aware of it, I am planning from beginning to end, please do not implicate outsiders!"

Charles Grenwell ... The dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, and the other party ’s surname was familiar to him — the thirteen knight lords of the Principality of Byrne, and Grenwell was one of them!

"For my sake ... It's really embarrassing, and it seems to me to be a somewhat educated knight." Loren's face immediately hung with a formal smile:

"Please also tell me to put my friends in danger ... is this for my own sake?"

"Why?"

"It depends on your surname ... it is Turin!" Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.