Wizard From Afar

"...Your Excellency Loren Torino, do you know what you are talking about?"

The murderous intention in Ernst’s squinting pupils has appeared, slowly The tone almost bit every word, like a sword hidden in a sheath:

"Repeat it again, I will kill you."

Loren without the slightest hesitation opened the mouth and said: "Tell His Highness Connold, if I don't forgive him, I will..."

"Clang——!"

A flash of silver flashed under the dim firelight Mang, the old jailer standing at the back just grew his mouth, the icy long sword has been pressed against the black hair wizard's throat, and the slight coolness seeps into the collar.

The tip of the blade has pierced the skin of his neck, no more than no less.

"Tell His Highness Connold, if I don't forgive him, I won't leave from here." Loren's expression was calm, and there was no tremor of fear on his cheeks.

Long silence...

The middle-aged Knight did not speak, nor did he withdraw his hand through the iron fence, against the sword edge of Loren’s throat, the old jailer standing behind him died Holding the lamp as if holding a sword, ready to rush up at any time.

"You dare not kill me."

A trace of disdain flashed from the corner of the black hair wizard's eyes, and he deliberately learned Ernst's tone and said: "And...I know that I am What to say."

"If I'm wrong...the sword is in your hand, you can try it."

The atmosphere in the dungeon is getting more and more tense-it can stop you. Ernst’s only people were the old jailer, but before Loren Torino was pierced with a sword, the old jailer never had time to stop him, and the descendants of the Torino family seemed quite convinced that Ernst would not dare to move him.

Where is his courage? !

Damn, damn, damn...The youngster's head behind the wall is getting more and more chaotic, and he must do something, whether it is to ease the atmosphere or break the dead silence, what he must do to let grace Steer put away the sword!

This is not to save the bastard next door, but because he is the only one he has right now. The only life-saving straw that can be held in his palm is his hope of survival.

When the envoy to Elman returns, His Royal Highness Connold, who has no more worries, will definitely not want to hang himself directly for the second time!

"If you think that being a descendant of the Torino family can make you run wild in the fortress of Duanjieshan, then you really guessed wrong."

Ens Very indifferent opened the mouth and said, the right hand holding the sword did not even tremble at all: "The respect for the'Black Duke' Roland Torino is only a'respect'. The current Duanjieshan is not a hundred years old. It's gone-even in those days, the Black Duke did not let the Torino family get any privileges here."

"Don't let your arrogance stain your surname, Lord Loren Torino."

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Faced with the warning from the middle-aged Knight, the black hair wizard couldn't even see the slightest expression on his face, but stared at him faintly, revealing a bit of contempt in the silence.

This time Ernst's face is really blue.

The youngster behind the wall tensed his heartstrings, the right hand holding the hip flask even kept sweating—the timing is only a moment, if it can’t be hit while Ernst stabs the long sword His head is really dead.

Youngster is really reluctant to do this, because the end must be to give His Royal Highness Connold more reasons to kill himself, and his future in the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain and Legion is completely ruined; but if There is such a slight possibility that he will survive...

He is not going to give up!

"For the sake of His Royal Highness Brandon and the'Black Duke', I will give you another chance to choose."

Under the back of the fire, Ernst’s expression Completely hidden in the shadow:

"Loren ·Torino...Are you leaving or going to hell?"

Promise him, get out of here! Youngster yelled desperately from the bottom of his heart-damn it, for the sake of the Holy Cross, please forget me first, okay? ! The most important thing is that you go out alive!

If you died here because you interceded for me, wouldn't I be dead too? !

At that moment, an imperceptible smile flashed from the corner of Loren's mouth, and he gently opened the mouth and said:

"Tell His Highness Connold, if you don’t forgive him, I I will never leave from here."

The suffocating silence, as long as the end of time...

The youngster gently put down the flask in his hand, desperately desperate. There was even a smile on his face, and I began to slowly think back to my life that was all going well. In fact, there were so many happy things that I didn’t even notice. I even imagined a step-by-step promotion, and one day I could become a Corps of Legion. Head...

He is only convinced of two things now-first, this guy named Loren Torino is dead.

Secondly, I am dead.

Ernst stared at the face of the black hair wizard, did not retract the sword in his hand, but did not pierce his throat either.

"Why not let Crown Prince Connold Desalion decide this matter." Loren lightly eyebrows raised:

"I know what he is doing. Let Brandon come down to Broken Boundary Mountain, and now I have a very crucial piece of information!"

The silent middle-aged Knight raised his wrist lightly, and the cold sword edge patted the black hair wizard’s chin. :

"...you will regret it."

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Ernst did not lie to him.

Ten minutes later, Loren and the youngster behind the wall were thrown into a place more like an interrogation room than a dungeon, together with the youngster behind the wall. The two people were locked firmly by the cold iron chain. On the leaky masonry wall.

Until now, Loren really saw what this "illegitimate child of the Wiltz family" looked like.

Ink blue and short sideburn hair, silver-gray eyes, fair complexion, plus...too immature face and thin body.

The opponent was just as tall as his chin, and Loren completely overturned his previous judgment-this guy is at most twelve years old!

"What look in your eyes?"

I faintly noticed the "weird" expression of the black hair wizard in front of me, the illegal child of the Wiltz family, the youngest leader of the empire. Lucien's unhappy eyebrows raised:

"Are you so surprised to see what I look like?"

"I have to admit that I was a little bit shocked. "The black hair wizard shrugged who does not deny: "By the way, I am very curious...how did you become the leader of the banner?"

"What do you think? Just because I am young, I must be a family trustee." Did the relationship go through Legion's back door? Or do you think Connaught Dessalion is a "playing behind", so let him go through my "back door"?"

Lu Sien is handsome An almost unreasonable expression appeared on his face, and his eyes rolled incomparable.

The only problem is that this expression on the face of a young man is too horrible.

"..."

"This is the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, the most elite Legion station of the empire-here, everything depends on the strength and level; as long as you can make 300 A recruit and a veteran listened to you with all their heart, as long as you can bring down the stupid who dares to challenge you ten thousand times, who cares how old you are!"

"Even if you are a woman, they I can treat you as a man too! Uh... first ask, you are not a "playing behind", are you? I don't mind making friends with you, but... you know all about it!"

Very good...to overturn the second conclusion, this guy is not a "too precocious youngster", but simply has a bad personality.

Loren, who was silent for a long time, showed a slight smile:

"...great, great."

"I know I am great...damn it. Is it the focus now?!"

The proud Lu Sien just raised his head, and immediately roared excitedly-although his roaring appearance is almost less lethal than the little wizard:

"Tell me, how did you know that Deputy Commander Ernst did not dare to kill you?!"

For a moment, the black hair wizard chuckled:

"I don't know."

"You don't know?!" Lu Sien's expression fully explained what it is to be unbelievable: "Then you dare to confront him face to face, do you want to die?! "

"Wait...it's not quite right to say that. It should be'I'm 50% sure' Ernst won't kill me." Loren smiled and shrugged: "Besides, I too I'm pretty sure I can at least escape the first sword."

"What if he kills you?!"

"This is a gamble, if you win, you will lose; by chance, I’m the one who won this time, nothing more.” Loren as it should be by rights opened the mouth and said: “But even if he chooses to kill me, that doesn’t mean he won—I still have The backup method, although there will be...very bad results."

The head of the youth banner stared at the black hair wizard in shock, and his chapped lips trembled for a long time before slowly speaking:

"So...you gambled your life in order to save me?"

"It's not without a price." Loren poked his mouth indifferently: "You have to find me and go to Niederhorn Or else we two will be dead."

Lu Sien’s throat twitched, slowly but very resolutely lifts the head, and silver-gray eyes stared at the head very solemnly. Loren Torino:

"Whatever the end, I owe you my life, Lord Loren Torino."

"Uh...If I were you, I wouldn't say that."

"What?"

"I just mentioned an alternative, do you remember?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"Uh, it's nothing—put all the responsibility on you and tell Ernst that I was being threatened. In fact, I didn't think about it."

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