Wizard From Afar

Exhausted the last bit of energy to pull the long sword out of the robber leader's body. The gasping for breath Loren couldn't even stand still, holding the wound on his left shoulder and sitting aside.

Although he no longer bleeds, the wound on his shoulder is still hot and painful-preparations have been made, but the battle is still dangerous to a certain extent. This cunning robber disguised himself as a very good, so he didn't expect such a guy who was so afraid of death, even if he was crazy, he could still be so powerful.

This is the first time Loren killed a person by himself. Although his fingers were still shaking, his body didn't respond much, and he didn't even feel vomiting. Isn't it a natural fit for me to do this? He thought a little bit of self-deprecating.

"Well...you, are you okay?"

Ain Rand who walked behind him somewhat hesitated and opened the mouth and said, keeping his eyes on Loren's shoulder. Some hideous wounds: "You... the injury on your shoulder, if you don't ask about it, it may become inflamed."

"Nothing, don't care about this small injury...Look, it's all It started to scab." Loren pretended to be calm and smiled and said: "I was born like this, no matter what the injury is, it will get better soon."

"That won't work, at least a little bandage Click.” The little wizard insisted, taking out a roll of white bandage from his robe, and before Loren could reply, each minding their own business bandaged him.

"Uh...thank you." Unexpectedly, Loren suddenly didn't know what to say: "Ah... by the way, I haven't thank you yet-if it wasn't for you to change the scene...I am Speaking of magic, I might not win so easily."

Ain, who had a concerned expression just now, suddenly became cold, and his bandaged hands suddenly pressed hard, and Loren’s shoulders twitched immediately, painful He almost yelled.

"You don't plan to let me intervene from the very beginning, all the "most critical moments" are lie to me, right?"

"What?"

"Your Excellency Loren Torino!" The little angry wizard stood up and walked in front of Loren, stared wide-eyed staring at him: "I, Ain Rand, I'm the wizard apprentice of Wimpal Academy, courtyard The long-appointed student, the future alchemist, don’t let me be a fool!"

"I’m sorry." Loren apologized simply, hands folded and bowed his head: "You’re right. I planned to do this from the very beginning. I know it's selfish, but please forgive me."

After speaking, he looked at each other "sincerely" without saying a word.

For some reason, the little wizard couldn't get angry when he looked at him, so he had to sighed - especially when he saw the wounds and bloodstains on Loren's body.

No matter what, the other party saved him. Ain is not someone who doesn’t know how to be grateful and seeking to repay the kindness. If it weren’t for the appearance of Loren, he would really become a substitute for the robbers, and then...

"Can stand up Is it?" Ain still couldn't help but asked with concern, and proactively extended his right hand: "If it doesn't work, I can hold you up."

This little wizard is really better than imagined. Lie... Loren couldn't help but smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Thank you, but no need." Holding the opponent's hand and standing up, Loren cautiously inserted Old Knight's saber into the scabbard and put it behind his back: "Let's leave this ghost place quickly , I don’t want to stay anymore for a quarter of an hour.” After that, Loren’s gaze shifted to the front—the wooden door that was originally disappeared appeared in front of the two people again, as if waiting. They leave.

"Well..." The little wizard is also nodded. Although I still want to investigate this place, the heretic temple, which has been eroded by the void to be able to distort reality, has obviously exceeded his upper limit of ability.

"But, what about them?" Ain pointed to the bandits around who were still being tempted by the golden treasures. They were still like a group of lunatics carnival, and even some people began to lose their strength, shouting. He was also hoarse, but still dancing with excitement, repeating what I said before over and over again.

"Let them continue to live in their dreams." Loren shook the head: "After all, no matter who they are, they have the right to dream, right? Here is the best for them. It’s a beautiful dream."

This is not even believed by Loren himself, but it is the best choice for him-even with Ain, the two of them can't beat so many robbers, so It would be better to let them fend for themselves here, and "carnival" until the lamp is completely exhausted. They deserved it anyway, didn't they?

The two people with different thoughts turned around in unison, moved towards the wooden door, and never looked back towards the countless treasures behind them.

……………………"They are out!"

Along with the creak of the wooden door at the end of the stairs, a robber who was guarding outside couldn't help but shout out The sound made the atmosphere in the whole church a lot tense.

The villagers who originally gathered outside are all waiting behind the door in the church at this moment, stared wide-eyed, waiting for the door to open with fear and expectation.

Especially the village chief, who is not afraid of death, stood in front of all the villagers. After hearing the sound of the door opening, the gasping voice became thicker and thicker, as if he could not wait to pounce directly.

Even if they know that the robbers will not share their wealth with themselves, the greed in their hearts is still unstoppable, and they are imagining what the other party might have left—just like a vulture that eats away.

But when the door opened, the people who came out were completely surprised by them. Loren, who was carrying a sword, stood in front of the two astonished robbers without anyone else, waiting for the other side to make way for him.

"Wh, why are you?!" The scared and scared robber shouted loudly: "Where is Boss Martin? There are other brothers, how come out only you two?!"

"Martin is dead."

"What?!" The two robbers called out almost at the same time, and then furiously rushed to Loren who was standing there, standing behind Ain didn't even have time to scream, and saw that Loren had pressed his right hand on the hilt.

Long sword is not good in close combat, but it is still effective... First, Loren, who used sword sheathe to block the first robber, pulled out the sharp blade in the sheath against the opponent's body, and opened it on the opponent's neck. Made a pass.

At this time, the second guy reacted, but Loren had already pulled out the sword and pushed the corpse in his hand directly. Just when the robber was still in a hurry, it was full of broken blades. Has pierced his chest.

"Who else... is going to avenge them?" Standing in a pool of blood, Loren opened the mouth and said expressionlessly.

"Who cares about the life and death of that coward?!" The village chief suddenly rushed up and smashed the two fully armed robbers beside him without any consideration, and grabbed Loren by the collar: " Where is the treasure?! Say, where is the treasure?!"

"It's in the cellar below this." Loren spoke indifferently, with endless contempt in his eyes: "If you are not afraid of death If you want, you can go and get it as much as you want."

"But please also remember that if you go down, I don't guarantee that you can still get it—those golden-bright and dazzling The little things are more terrifying than you think." Looking at the village chief’s impatient expression, Loren couldn't even restrain himself from showing a mocking smile: "You have fate to take, but you don't have to have fate flower."

"Ha! Who cares?" The village chief seemed to have heard some funny joke: "You think I'm in this damn wild dog village, damn garbage dump and these untouchable robbers. Why are you staying together? Why should I suffer this? Why should I be hungry and cold?!"

"You knight masters of aloof and remote, never understand My suffering, I have been in this ruined place for so many years, these all are what I deserve, what I deserve!" The village chief yelled hysterically: "Those treasures are all mine, no one is allowed to snatch me! "

Before he finished speaking, he rushed towards the wooden door behind Loren in a hurry. The whole church was quiet for a moment, and then it exploded completely.

Robbers, villagers, old people, youngsters, village women, farmers...Everyone flocked to the narrow wooden door like crazy, the village chief’s actions gave them great courage to go forward and succeed. , As if for fear of being preempted by others.

The Holy Cross sculpture that fell on the ground was smashed into pieces by countless feet. Even the people in front of them fell down or the screams from behind could not stop them from rushing into the cellar.

"Are they... all crazy?" Ain muttered, dumbfounded.

No...Loren shook the head, but didn't speak.

This is human nature.