Shaman from Afar

Looking at the meal in the tray, the dark-haired wizard twitched his throat fiercely.

The tender sirloin lightly fried with butter and exuding a rich red wine flavor is a star-studded star against the moon against the backdrop of potatoes, carrots and celery.

If you touch the fork lightly, you can still feel that the meat texture is delicate and tender, flexible and elastic, just like a girl's calf.

The soup exudes a burst of heat, rolling up the richness of the red wine and the aroma of the fragrant leaves; the stewed and rotten tomatoes are melted in the soup, clear as water and red as blood.

Taking a deep breath, Loren squeezed the corners of his mouth, raised his arms, and lifted the knife and fork; at the moment of death, his right hand trembles, and the back of the knife was pressed against the beef side;

Three, two, one!

"call…………"

With a long cry, Loren clenched his teeth and sighed. He couldn't bear to put down the knife and fork. He looked at the dishes with regret.

He really can't eat it ... especially with a pair of eyes opposite, staring at him with almost murderous eyes.

At the other end of the long table, a countess with a solemn look, her **** tall and her lips closed tightly, was also indifferent to the deliciousness of the dinner plate-she seemed to be ashamed of **** a dark-haired wizard with his eyes. Death made her more interested.

"Why, our Lord Duke is not satisfied with the dishes tonight?" After humming, Charlotte said coldly: "I'm sorry, but if you can arrive on time, we had time to prepare. "

"No, no, I am very satisfied with today's dishes-beef stew with red wine, it is perfect!"

The dark-haired wizard said daringly, "That's why we use such ... 'long' tables, aren't you tired of talking?"

The voice fell, and a dark-haired shaman with a grinning face gestured between the two—a hugely long table. The two were almost sitting behind the front door, and sitting beside the back door, with the entire restaurant in between.

This "specially made" dining table is made up of at least three long tables.

If it weren't for his eyesight, Loren could hardly see Charlotte's face across the long table!

"Of course it is necessary, this is for your identity." Charlotte said with a serious sarcasm: "Usually the length of the dining table is to consider that there are other guests, and today's dinner is only two of us."

"In other words, this is a test of each other's etiquette-only with full concentration can you see each other's expressions and hear what the other person says."

Well, it's justified and convincing, and the truth is right.

The moment her words fell, Loren was very convinced that Charlotte's mouth was cocked, and then tried hard to hold back.

"I'm sorry, this time I was wrong." Facing Charlotte's "prank", the black-haired wizard very decisively chose to raise his hands and surrender: "Please forgive my previous mistakes, and all my future etiquette and observance. Promise all the above errors. "

"Huh ... It's about the same. Being brave to admit mistakes is also a noble virtue."

The successful Charlotte was a little proud: "Speaking of character, I think you ... well, what is the future error? Do you still do not repent, or say ... what are you going to do?"

By the time the Countess reacted, it was too late-the dark-haired wizard who lifted the chair and picked up the dinner plate was approaching her without a word.

The shocked Countess seemed completely stunned, her expression froze as if motionless, and she watched Loren walk straight.

"Snapped!"

The chair and the plate fell heavily at the same time, and Charlotte heard the sound like a frightened rabbit, and shrank back instinctively.

Looking at her in this way, Loren felt emotional ... replaced by the countess who had just met in the imperial capital a few years ago, fearing that at this time a sword was already on his throat.

Time is really a wonderful thing.

"Nothing, admit mistakes."

Loren, who sat down calmly, leaned forward, seriously looking at the restrained and nervous Charlotte, desperately enduring the impulse to laugh: "I think it is too far away to apologize to you. Sincerity; so I decided to come over and apologize in front of you. "

"So, as long as you accept my apology, how about I sit back-I promise."

"I, I ..." Charlotte, who was frightened but tried hard to keep her hold, was so disturbed that she couldn't even say the words; finally took a deep breath, avoiding Loren's eyes and trying her strength So that you will not lose your mind:

"Dear Lord Duke, I accept your apology-for the price, please sit back as soon as possible, how?"

But the dark-haired wizard was still very patient, or ... the fun of playing; suddenly discovered Charlotte's weakness, it was like finding a new continent for him.

"Um ... I think it's just an apology that doesn't reflect my sincerity." A gentle smile, Loren shook his head in the gaze that almost really wanted to kill him: "Be more sincere."

"I think you should sit back as soon as possible. Don't be found by others that you are so rude. It's the biggest" sincerity. "Charlotte, who is desperately hot, has a grin.

"Really? Then I have more sincerity ..."

"More sincere? Are you going to ... um?"

Charlotte froze.

Like a stupid puppet, motionless; only the slightly trembling eyes gradually went down, looking at himself.

To be more precise, it is before the mouth.

I do n’t know when to pick up a piece of sirloin, a dark-haired wizard, and sent it to the countess ’s mouth like a spring breeze; a narrow smile:

"Eat it, even if you accept my apology."

The Countess who finally reacted was ashamed and angry, and her red face was like a ripe apple; the Six Gods had no master, at a loss, but stared at the "dumpling" duke.

But the shame of the dark-haired wizard was obviously off the line far beyond her imagination.

"Loren Turin, you ..."

"If you don't eat, I'll hold it all the time." The black-haired wizard smiled more happily. This novel game filled him with a little desire to stop:

"Guess what would happen if someone suddenly broke in and saw this scene at this time?"

The countess froze ... the second time.

Despite Charlotte's more excited expression, Loren's smile did not change, waiting for her to make a choice.

For Charlotte Turin, who likes a serious book, and pays special attention to etiquette and form, this kind of offline routine may be the most effective way of remediation; anyway, she is sure ...

"Snapped!"

Ok?

Feeling the force from the fork, the dark-haired wizard woke up suddenly; looking up, he saw Charlotte, who was familiar with his cheek, staring at himself, biting the fork fiercely.

This time changed to Loren stunned.

The embarrassed Countess bit off the beef and chewed vigorously-as if chewing instead of beef, but ...

"Are you satisfied? My prince, are you satisfied now ?!" Charlotte, who swallowed the flesh with grievances and anger, stared at his eyes:

"Breaking the rules, there is no lower limit, shameless ... Humiliating me in this way makes you very happy, is it proud?"

The elegant voice is very sharp in the empty restaurant.

"Absolutely not!"

Loren vetoed decisively.

"Then what ... uh?"

Halfway through the words, the alert Charlotte noticed the dark-haired wizard's fork and raised a second piece of sirloin; immediately blushing, he glared at him: "You actually ..."

"I actually ... what?" Ridiculously raised the corner of his mouth, Loren raised the fork with the beef, hovering in the middle of the two: "The meat is here, eat or not, it is your choice."

"My choice? Obviously you are threatening with shameless means ..."

"No, this should be your choice." The black-haired wizard chuckled lightly: "Charlotte, you care too much about what others think of you."

"The eyes of others will seriously affect your way of thinking and behavior-etiquette, rules, and regulations. These are your armor to protect yourself; but when others break this layer of armor, you will often be caught."

"Well, as it is now." Loren gradually smiled: "Because of this, you will be in the face of little Yode; because you care too much about other people's views, too much about my views."

"I did it because ..."

"Because he's my ... what about it?" Loren raised his eyes. "He made a mistake and crossed the line, he should be punished."

"He dare to bully you, then he will die."

Looking at Loren's staring eyes, Charlotte froze; then sneered, an expression of total disbelief.

"It's nice to say, but in fact?" The countess sneered. "He is a close friend of the Duke, and he is the best helper around him. It is the wallet of the Principality; for me, what is the count of the Duke? ... one of the thirteen vassals? "

"Little Yoder ... he is a doubtful minister, a conspirator full of bad waters, a profiteer who was defeated by me and will be defeated by me." Smiling Loren looked at her and shook his head solemnly:

"How can it be comparable to our noble and elegant, elegant and gorgeous, squatting on the dining table, the Countess of the Red Blood Castle held by Zhizhu in the crowd?"

"The most important ... Charlotte, you are my friend, this is something he can't compare."

"Don't forget, your surname is Turin, and so am I."

The countess was silent and her emotions gradually stabilized.

friend?

The tranced mind brought Charlotte's memory back to the early morning three years ago.

Three years ... Even after three years, I still can't understand the "truth" that Loren Turin said, and everything is still illusory.

Could it be that he and he are a repeat of the second history; do they really ... want to play the role of "Charlotte" again?

At this moment ...

"Ugh?!"

A hand suddenly pressed Charlotte's shoulder, and the Countess, who had come back, looked at the expression of the dark-haired wizard in amazement-the nervous Loren narrowed his eyes, half bent at the table, his right hand was already pressed The "bright silver" hilt on the lower back.

In half a second, the countess immediately understood the situation.

"Someone?"

"Well." Loren tightened his head to the side, staring at the direction of the gate:

"We ... are here."

…………………………………

"Huh--!"

Outside the main entrance of the Red Blood Castle palace, the newcomer demon hunter yawned tiredly, looking up at the moon above his head, his expression helpless.

He knows how rare it is to give the Duke Lord a guard, and he also knows how glorious this can add to his resume, but ...

"It's really ... not what I want."

The complaining recruit murmured softly, and the boring lament sighed.

Karl Colin looked at him silently, and didn't say much.

The Battle of the Cloud Peaks was clearly a matter of a few months ago; the appearance of the new recruit Martin's tragic death in the hands of the evil **** apostle is still vividly visible to him.

In that situation, I really don't want to watch it a second time.

But I won't see it again for the second time-then I will be transferred to the ancient wood forest by Lusien, lurking in the deep forest to guard against the invasion of the Azores, such a task cannot be handed over to the recruits. .

Of course, he can understand the real thoughts of Captain Lusien-this is a very high-risk, difficult task to complete. It is a perfect fit for the "two-sided spy" and capable guy.

So as long as it is tonight, you can say goodbye to these passionate, simple and stubborn guys forever.

After tonight ...

"puff!"

A faint, almost undetectable voice alarmed the instinct of the demon hunter.

There was a cold behind his neck, and the alert Carl Colin was motionless, only his eyes slanted slightly, and he moved side by side.

Eyes flickered, and the Demon Hunter's pupils shrank sharply.

The recruit ... that recruit who couldn't even call his name up to now ... is looking at himself with horror, his eyes with opposite eyes are panicked and uneasy; but his body is standing on the spot without moving.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing;

In the next second, the recruit who wanted to say something finally failed to tell him what he wanted to say.

Because his head is missing ~ www.readwn.com ~ No, it's not missing ... because the demon hunter clearly heard the sound of something falling on the ground and the touch from the tip of his toes.

Grumbling, rolled to his feet.

There was no squirting plasma, no creepy convulsions; the recruit's "corpse" seemed to suddenly "fall asleep", collapsed to the ground, without any movement.

It seems that the recruit is no longer a living person, but a colonnade, a sculpture, an ornament ... a girl who has been childish, a doll with a broken head.

Behind him fell, a petite figure appeared.

The long hair is silvery white like snow, a simple and thin narrow robe; the scabbard is held in the left hand, and the long knife is held in the right hand; beside the pointy little ears, bright red satin blocks her eyes.

No eyes, no expression ... The indifferent elven girl gently lifted the blade and slowly fell into the sheath.

"Again ... I cut some unnecessary things."