Shaman from Afar

"Um ... um ... um um ..."

With three chants, the dark-haired wizard who swallowed his face swallowed the pie in his mouth, his eyes closed, enjoying the overflow of food in his mouth, the delicate sliding across his throat, and the warmth that entered his body.

"Just eat what you eat, no strange noises!"

"But it's really delicious ... Of course, as long as it is made by Ayin, everything is delicious!" The faceless little wizard, Dimple, under the attack of the flattery of a duke who did not care about his face. There was a little more pink; at the end, he just hummed and sat across from him:

"But seriously ... after eating too many sausages and beef from the Bayerns, this Lothal Pie is really delicious-obviously only ordinary to extreme ingredients, there is nothing special, but it is easy to think of that Poor backcountry ... Ouch! "

Loren, who was bitten by Ain and hit his head with a big spoon, didn't forget to tuck the pie into his mouth.

This "home cooking" that everyone in Rotel-or every girl who is planning to marry-will make in the hands of the little wizard is like a rebirth.

Use wheat flour, eggs mixed with sugar and butter dough, after a little processing to make a cake shape, add fried vegetables prepared with olive oil (mushrooms, onions, water spinach) into the cake;

Then pour the sauce made of eggs, milk and cheese, black pepper and salt, shred the cheese and sprinkle it on the cake, and bake it slightly.

The crispy crispy crust, the rich and fresh fragrance of milk, cheese and butter, and the rich vegetable core-that kind of satisfaction is not a level that the words can describe.

Although it is just a very simple pie, the little wizard still has the ability to make it completely different from the original one-the ordinary Lothal pie must not use sugar and black pepper, but it is not only because of this.

It's a ... more delicate flavor.

Looking at the liquidation of the dark-haired wizard sitting in front of him, while explaining the words "gobbling" and "chewing slowly", Ayn's expression could not help softening.

For a "chef", there is nothing more satisfying than seeing diners enjoy their work.

"How come there is time today?" Sitting opposite him, the little wizard hummed and asked, "Will you not stay at the round table?"

"It's nothing important." Loren shrugged. "Maybe I'll be busy again in a few days ... anyway, Master Ashamai woke up, and you have just been busy recently, so stop by the wizard tower."

"You guys ... have my laboratory been used as a vacation place? And people are very busy, not like you!"

This is not just a complaint, but a fact ... Ain Rand, who is part-time "President of the Wizarding Association", is going to take care of the seriously ill Harlem van Ashamai while continuing to progress in the floating city project, while also cooperating Dalton Kander's Wizarding Academy program is very busy and not at all easier than Charlotte.

Compared with them, Loren is indeed a bit "relaxed" too much ... I even have time to find Lucien to practice swords, and occasionally discuss with Dalton instructors about the application of "valves"; or with a certain " The "selective forgetful" elder talked about what he didn't finish last time.

"I'm going to be busy in a few days ... what happened again?" Ain asked keenly.

"That's right, but it's not very important." Loren avoided the topic deliberately and put down the knife and fork in his hand: "Hey ... I heard that Isaac's guy is going to get married, is it true?"

There was no response from the opposite side.

After a full minute, I finally realized that something was wrong with the dark-haired wizard who raised his head, and saw Ain bulging his cheeks, holding his shoulders and staring at him coldly.

"What, what?"

Blinking his eyes curiously, Loren asked, pleased, with an unconscious look.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, and you want to use these words to fool me ..." The angrily little wizard used a big spoon to push a shameless head back to the other side of the table:

"Who controls your life and death ?!"

"Don't look like this, we are friends, I will be very sad if you do this." Loren still smiled, unaware of the spoon on his head:

"Would you like me to tell you how? I must tell the truth this time ..."

"Ghosts believe it!"

"Really, I will never lie to you; otherwise, we will bet, if I lie to you again, then I will ..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!"

Familiar with the fact that it has been repeated dozens of times, and even hundreds of conversations, and even to the point where both parties have a tacit understanding, knowing well.

"Ignore you, I'm going to sleep!"

Turning angrily, the little wizard turned and left, walking towards the bedroom opposite the corridor, and throwing Loren in the dining room alone.

"Good night." Loren shook his head and smiled softly. "Remember to have a good dream."

"boom--!"

The answer to him was a hard closing of the door in the hallway.

The wizard tower in the middle of the night returned to silence, and the icy wind could be heard outside the window, and the midnight darkness, only the direction of the castle was still bright.

Somehow, the fire in the fireplace went out and the dining room instantly dimmed.

The slightly frowning black-haired wizard got up, gently put down the cutlery in his hand, and walked towards the still-smoky fire in the dark.

Just before approaching, he stopped suddenly.

The light behind penetrated into the corners of the eyes from the edge of the afterglow, and it was extremely dazzling in a dark night.

Loren looked back slowly, looking at his dining table-I don't know when, there was a lit white candle on it.

There was an extra figure in the seat where he was originally sitting, and the faint light reflected an unusually pale face. Two white little hands clutched the oversized tableware, but they looked so handsome.

Petite and slender figure, the red and black dress was spotless, the collar was meticulously dressed with a neat little bow tie, and the legs were covered with clean napkins.

Cut a small piece of pie and put it lightly into the bloodless mouth. The bulging cheek swallowed with a full expression, and the right hand that put down the knife had already picked up the wine glass.

Raising his eyebrows, Loren looked blankly at the sudden "unexpected guest."

Putting down the wine glass, the blond teenager with a red stain on his lips sat upright, with a decent smile, calmly and gracefully cast a pair of scarlet eyes to Loren:

"Dear Loren, thank you for your hospitality."

Loren raised his eyebrows and hugged his shoulders, looking down at him so expressionlessly.

"You know ... if I knew earlier that my dear Loren had prepared a candlelight dinner for his best friend, lovely and simple Asriel, I would definitely not wait tonight."

With a sigh of enjoyment, Asrell's gaze circulated, a smile named "sincere" hung on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, dear Loren, your clothes are not decent ... banquets and candlelight dinners need to wear formal attire, this is one Unwritten rules. "

"Really, does it sound like I'm wrong?"

Shrugging, the dark-haired wizard who smiled flirtatiously sat down and tilted Erlang's legs: "It's terribly sorry to disappoint you ... otherwise, I'll change it now?"

"No ... we are friends, and the best friends don't care about these outliers." Asriel squinted, "shaking" shaking her finger:

"Don't say you are wearing clothes now ... Even if you are naked, it is as majestic and honorable for Asriel as he is wearing a cloak and a crown on his head."

"... Thanks for the compliment."

Loren, whose mouth twitched, almost said the following words:

"But as‘ best friends ’, do some people forget something?”

"For example ..." Asriel's eyes widened, his hands propped the edge of the chair, his body leaned forward ... It was a "surprise me" expression.

"For example ..." The dark-haired wizard grudgingly gritted his back teeth with a helpless smile. "Some people seem to have promised me that when everything is over, they will tell everything they know." I."

"But now it seems that 'some people' have forgotten."

The blonde teenager tilted his head and smiled slyly, without any regrets for apologizing:

"Dear Loren, Asriel admits that she has made a mistake. Asriel should not let you wait so long ... Although the main reason is that dear Loren is too busy this time, let Asriel Can't bear to disturb him;

But this is not a reason. Asrell apologizes for his mistakes and is willing to exchange all he can do for dear Loren ... your forgiveness. "

Loren raised his head, his expression somewhat surprised.

"But before all this ... Asriel also has a problem." The blond teenager sincerely widened his eyes: "Why this time, dear Loren, must wait until Asriel takes the initiative to show up-instead of before You, you should have tried your best to force poor Asriel to speak! "

"Yeah, you said that too." Loren sneered:

"Who I was before."

Asriel's expression was blank, with a "pure and innocent" smile on his face.

"After going through so many things, to be more precise, after crawling back and forth from the edge of life and death, I figured out one thing." The black-haired wizard said with a blank expression:

"All the" truth ", you will only speak when you have to tell me, and ... will only tell me what" must "know."

"The rest ... will not say more than half a word."

The blond teenager who is still "pure and innocent" still has a natural expression.

"So the conclusion is ... I don't have to take the initiative to speak, because you won't give me accurate and complete information; and you won't hide anything from me when you have to tell me."

"So ... why should I ask?"

Facing the aggressive eyes of the dark-haired wizard, Asriel was still indifferent, and even had a little bit of trouble: "Oh ... It's worthy of Loren, it's too powerful-in just a few years, actually you caught me!"

Loren, who smiled and did not smile, really had to endure the urge to press the boy on the ground and beat him up.

"There are many reasons for this, and the most important one is to make sure that dear Loren ... you will not be exposed to the existence that you simply cannot overcome too early."

Indifferent Asriel raised his mouth gently: "Asriel is just trying to ensure that every time you meet the enemy, at least you can deal with it ... or that you are getting it Under the premise of help, it is possible to respond. "

"You mean ... all the evil spirits and monsters I have encountered so far have been calculated by you?" Loren sneered sneered.

Asriel raised her head and looked at the dark-haired wizard with a deep gaze:

"Isn't it possible?"

Loren frowned slightly, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth:

"I remember what you said before, not the same as this one?"

"Oh, of course!" Asriel's face showed a childlike innocent smile: "Asriel is a bad boy who likes to lie, and his best is lies."

"Language, words, sounds, symbols ... these are the most powerful forces in the world, which run through both worlds; it allows an ordinary person with no power to defeat enemies who are too powerful."

"Similarly, it is also an unpredictable force--explaining sorrow with laughter, expressing joy with crying, hiding fear with anger, and concealing empty heads with rhetoric ..."

"The most interesting thing about this" powerful "power is that you can use lies ... to tell the truth."

"... what exactly do you want to say."

Suddenly interrupted him, a glimmer of impatience flashed in the eyes of the dark-haired wizard.

"It's simple." Asriel said softly, "Dear Loren, now is the time."

"Why, suddenly" being merciful "ready to tell me the whole truth?"

"Here, the truth is ... a very inappropriate word." The smiling teenager shook his head again, his hands folded gently against his lower lip, his expression very playful:

"I will tell you a story, and then dear Loren will judge for yourself, which ones you are willing to believe, which ones you will not believe, and which ones you are not willing to believe ... or ambiguous and difficult to judge.

"Can't you play anymore?" The black-haired shaman with his face gritted his teeth more and more.

"Story ... is history-but who decides what history is like?" The young boy asked, "The ten people experience a thing together ~ www.readwn.com ~ Do all ten people remember exactly the same thing?" "

"Or maybe bystanders are more qualified to judge? But he hasn't even experienced all this, and how much insider can he know about the person's thoughts?"

In the face of Loren, whose eyes became more murderous, Asriel sat up elegantly and raised his eyes; the small white hands held together and put his wrists against the edge of the table:

"I want to tell a completely fictional story, a person who never existed before, a piece of history that did not leave a written record."

"But as Asriel said ..."

"A lie can also ..."

"... Tell the truth."

Loren said nothing, expressing suspicion with silence.

"So first, let's talk about the basic settings of the story."