Wizard From Afar

In the middle of the night, the robbers holding the torch broke into the wild dog village. The villagers of the whole village were once again driven out like wild dogs, desperate and screaming He was rushed to the outside of the church gate and formed a mass, waiting to be sent off by these robbers.

In the empty village, the villagers’ cries and begging for mercy were crowded with the robbers’ grinning noises, as if the noise of crows rang out from the church’s door, the wailing village woman Kicked to the ground, the cropper, who looked like five big and three rough, squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, allowing the robbers to beat and abuse him and his family.

Sitting in the church, Loren stared blankly at the abusive robbers, and the low-pitched village chief during the day, who was kicked like a mangy dog. Kick off, screaming back and forth while ingratiating and begging for mercy.

The Ain Rand next to him has turned his head unbearably, but Loren doesn’t even feel a little sympathy, nor can he feel how much hatred he has, as if the village chief should be kicked and kicked. Like a mangy dog.

"He's a mangy!" The robber leader Martin had a hatred smile on his face, playing with Old Knight's saber: "This damn thing actually wants me to die for him, and then All the babies are swallowed, wishful thinking!"

"I always don’t think I’m a good thing, but it’s definitely not terribly bad—the people who help me are all friends. Unlucky!" Martin was very magnanimously laughed, and used Old Knight's saber to untie the ropes held by Loren and Ain: "Look, I'm pretty generous!"

Loosen Loren shrugged on the wrist. At this time, it is meaningless to say harsh words, even stupid. When the opponent becomes a corpse, you can say anything you want.

As for sneak attack? Even if it succeeds, the robbers outside the church will not let go of themselves, not to mention how cunning this guy is, and they will definitely not let their guard down.

"I have warned you before, but you didn’t listen to it. Logically speaking, I should devour you alive."

"But...I’m generous People, so as long as you are willing to help me, I can let you go!” As he said, the bandit leader walked up to the statue of Holy Cross in the church and smashed the statue to pieces without any scruples. A staircase extending downwards comes.

"Go down, bring me the contents, and everything will be wiped out." Martin took the sword and pointed to the bottom of the stairs. When he reached the end, he did not forget to threaten: "Otherwise... I won't give you a second chance."

This robber is simply crazy about money! Ain on the side could not help but want to shout out in the bottom of my heart-this is the temple of heretic, even if there are any treasures, it must have been emptied long ago, and most of what is left are debris, or condensed. Dangerous items like magic rune. Even if there is some kind of mutant monster lurking, it's nothing strange!

But... Seeing Loren's gaze hidden in the killing intent next to him, Ain still hid the words in his heart, just silent and nodded, and followed this "Wandering Knight" silently. Behind him—Ain himself doesn’t know why he trusts him so much.

……………… At the end of the stairs is a wooden door that looks ordinary, but it looks dry and fragile as if it has a history of hundreds of years, and the heretic temple is hidden here. Behind the door.

Loren is holding the doorknob tightly. He knows that Martin is definitely behind him. As long as he has the slightest intention to turn around, the sharp blade that once stabbed Old Knight to death will also stabb him to death. .

Looking at Ain Rand who was also nervous, Loren pushed the door open without hesitation, and the two of them walked into the deep and dark underground together.

"Wait." Just when Loren was about to lift the torch, the little wizard next to him stopped him directly: "Don't light the fire-I'm afraid this is really the chassis of a pagan god. , The entire cellar was completely eroded by the void!"

"What did you say?"

"That's...I will explain to you in detail later." Ain trembled a bit. The tone opened the mouth and said, as if something was staring at the two in the dark, and he glanced at Loren, who was indifferent beside him, somewhat incredulously: "You can't feel it at all? I feel that my blood is about to be lost. It’s freezing, it’s a bit difficult to breathe."

"There are some, but it can be tolerated." Looking at Ain's shiver coldly appearance, Loren had no choice but to say so—he didn’t know. Why didn't I feel at all, or even not aware of the difference from the outside.

Because Ain is a wizard, isn’t he? No... If this is the case, the other party will not be suspicious. If this is the case, perhaps the key point is...I am not a member of this world?

The little wizard raised his right hand tremblingly, snapped his fingers at mutter incantations, and a "firefly" flashing white light flew from the fingertips out of thin air, illuminating the entire cellar.

There are no treasures, let alone rare beasts of sudden change-there is only a corridor that is so long that there is no end in sight, and the stairs below it seem to extend to the center of the ground.

"Are we really going down?" Ain's voice was as subtle as a mosquito whispering. Loren didn't even need to look at it, and felt that the other party was already afraid of it.

"You just said that this place was eroded by the void...what do you mean?" An inexplicable sense of weird suddenly rose in the mind, making Loren involuntarily vigilant.

"It means that the space here has been completely distorted, not what it originally looked like." Although afraid, Ain is still trying to make his voice sound calmer, but he even controls his lips. I can’t help but: "It’s simpler, it’s as if we were in someone’s dream, all imagined by the other person."

"Then who imagined this, that pagan god? ?" Loren couldn't help turning his head. The door behind him didn't know when it had been disappeared, and only the same earthen wall as the surrounding corridor was left.

"Of course this is what you imagined, my dear friend."

This is definitely not the voice of that little wizard! Loren turned his head suddenly when he noticed it, and Ain Rand, who was originally frightened, has become a smiling little child.

White golden hair, clean and tidy, small and exquisite dress, and a face that almost warms the hearts of people-completely cute to not be more lovable male child, but it makes Loren feel like falling in a ice The fear of hole.

The smiling teenager didn’t seem to notice the change in Loren’s expression: "Everything here is your subconscious mind—you want to kill the man named Martin in this temple. For that For cunning robbers, is there a more suitable place than a dark tunnel without a way out?"

"Who are you? Where did Ain go?" Although he felt threatened, Loren Still pretending to be calm, while staring at the other person's silhouette, while looking around all around.

Although he still doesn't know what the concept of "space is distorted" is, he knows one thing very well. When he walked in here, he did imagine that it might be a tunnel.

Who is the other party?

"Oh, please don't worry about that wizard apprentice—your friend, His Excellency Ain Rand is still looking for you in the cellar. I'm afraid it won't be long before you can understand what happened." The boy still brought it. With that warm smile, with his hands behind his back, he answered in a word.

"As for me, my name is long and awkward. You wouldn't want to know it." The teenager slightly apologized and slightly nodded: "But you can call me Asriel, my friend."

"Oh, you seem to be hesitant and contradictory, don't you?" Asriel said again: "Only you can kill the person named Martin, Revenge for his Knight Master, it is also difficult to escape from the hands of a group of robbers."

"I am not alone." Loren still did not relax his vigilance: "Ain Rand..."

"forgive me to speak bluntly, His Excellency Ain Rand is an excellent wizard apprentice with innate talent, but I am afraid it can't help you much." The teenager shook his head with regret: "I want to beat a cunning one." Robber and his men, the help you need is much more than that."

"It happens that I have a way to help you-as your friend, I am also very happy to offer new friends Give a helping hand, what do you think?"

Looking at the other person’s child-like “innocent and warm” smile, Loren was silent for a moment: “I don’t believe there is any coincidence in this world, I I don’t believe that you will help me in vain, so...please don’t go around, no matter who you are."

"Hey...I really thought you were too vigilant." Asriel child was annoyed. He tilted his head: "As for why I want to help you, of course I want to be friends with you."

"I still don't believe it."

"So what do you think, Why can you chat with me like no one but your wizard friend can't?" The boy raised his chin playfully: "Why do you, an ordinary person who doesn't even know what a wizard is, can be in my temple? Among them, make the space distortion what you think in your mind?"

"For the creatures of this world, the mind and the material are completely separated parts, not to mention the point where you are. Even a slight touch will melt like mud falling into the water."

"But you are different, and I know where you came from." The boy is like a nobleman, right hand Behind him, his left hand raised slightly, bowing his waist gracefully and smoothly.

"Please allow me to sincerely welcome you, your stranger from another world!"