Wizard From Afar

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

With three chants, the black hair wizard who was full of enjoyment swallowed the pie in his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the overflow of food in his mouth, the delicateness of sliding across his throat, and the warmth that entered the body.

"Eat what you eat, don’t make strange noises!"

"But it’s really delicious...Of course, as long as it’s made by Ayn, everything is delicious !" Under the words of flattering and fawning by a duke who didn’t care about his face, the little wizard with a straight face had a little pink on his dimples; in the end he was just lightly snorted and sat opposite him:

"But to be honest... After eating a lot of Byrne’s sausages and beef, this Lotaire pie is really delicious—it’s just the most common ingredients and nothing special, but it’s easy to make. People think of that pitiful backcountry... Whoops!"

Loren, who was hit in the head by Ayn's gnashing teeth with a spoon, didn't forget to put the pie (pie) into his mouth.

The "home-cooked food" that everyone in this Lotaire—or every girl who is about to marry—will make, shines like a new life in the hands of the little wizard.

A dough made of wheat flour and eggs mixed with sugar and butter. After a little processing, it is made into a pie shape, and fried vegetables (mushrooms, onions, water spinach) prepared with olive oil are added to the pie;

Then pour in the sauce made with eggs, milk and cheese, plus black pepper and salt, chop the cheese and sprinkle it on the cake, and then grill it for a while.

The burnt and crisp crust, the rich and delicious flavor of milk, cheese and butter, and the plump vegetable core-that kind of satisfaction is not a level that can be described by words.

Although it's just a very simple pie, the little wizard still has the ability to make it completely different from the original. Ordinary lotel pie certainly doesn't need sugar and black pepper, but absolutely It's not just because of this.

That is a...more delicate taste.

Looking at the black hair wizard sitting in front of him gulping in the "winding up" and explaining the words "gobble up" and "chew slowly" at the same time, Ai Yin's expression could not help but soften a bit. point.

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

"Why did you have time to come over today?" Sitting across from him, the little wizard hummed and asked, "Aren't you staying at the Round Table Council?"

"Nothing. Important things." Loren shrugged: "You may be busy again in a few days...Anyway, Master Assama has woke up, and you happened to be very busy recently, so just drop by the wizard tower."

"You guy... do you consider my laboratory a vacation place? And because they are very busy, they are not like you!"

This is not just a complaint, but a fact...part-time" Ayn Rand, the president of the Wizard Association, is taking care of the seriously ill Harimvan Azhamel, while continuing the progress of the Floating Void City project. At the same time, he has to cooperate with Dalton Kander’s wizard Academy plan. He is very busy. Not at all lighter than Charlotte.

Compared with them, Loren is indeed a bit "relaxed" too much... and there is even time to find Lu Sien to practice swordsmanship, and occasionally discuss the application of "valve" with the Dalton instructor; or Talk to someone who is "selective and forgetful" about what he didn't finish last time.

"I will be busy again in a few days...what happened again?" Ai Yin asked very keenly.

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

There was no reaction from the other side.

After one minute, I finally realized that something was wrong with the black hair wizard before lifting the head. I saw Ai Yin bulging his cheeks, holding his shoulders, and staring at him coldly.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Blinking curiously, Loren asked kindly, unconsciously.

"Forget it if I don't want to say it, and I want to fool me with this kind of words..." The little wizard of panting with rage uses a big spoon to push a shameless head back to the other end of the table :

"Who cares about your life and death?!"

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

"Would you like me to tell you what, I will tell the truth this time..."

"Ghosts believe it!"

"Really, I will never lie to you; otherwise, let's make a bet, if I lie to you again, then I will..."

"I If you don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t listen!"

I am familiar with the conversation that has been repeated dozens of times, even hundreds of times, and even to the point where both sides have a tacit understanding and know well.

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

Turning around unhappily, the little wizard turned and left, and walked towards the bedroom across the corridor, leaving Loren alone. Throw it in the restaurant.

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

"Bang--!"

Answer him, It was the sound of a door slamming from the corridor.

In the middle of the night, the wizard tower returned to quiet, and the gradually cold wind could be heard outside the window, and the dark and dim midnight, only the direction of the castle was still bright.

At some point, the fire in the fireplace went out, and the dining room dimmed instantly.

The slightly frowning black hair wizard got up, gently put down the tableware in his hand, and walked towards the fire that was still smoking in the dark.

Just when he was about to approach, he stopped abruptly.

The light from behind penetrated into the corner of the eye from the edge of the afterglow, and it looked extremely dazzling in a dark night.

Loren looked back slowly and looked towards his own dining table—I don't know when, there was a lighted white candle on it.

There was an extra silhouette on the seat where I was sitting, and an unusually pale face was reflected in the faint light. Two small white hands were holding the oversized tableware, but they looked so modest. Yes.

Small and slender figure, the red and black dress is spotless, the neckline is meticulously tied with a neat little bow tie, and the legs are covered with clean napkins.

Cut a small piece of pie and gently put it into the bloodless mouth, the bulging cheek swallows with a memorable expression, and the right hand that put down the knife is already holding The wine glass was raised.

Raising his eyebrows, Loren stared blankly at the "uninvited guest" that appeared suddenly.

Put down the wine glass, the blond teenager with a red stain on the corners of his lips sits upright, with a decent smile, calmly and gracefully throws a pair of scarlet eyes at Loren:

"Dear Loren, many thanks for the hospitality."

Loren raised his eyebrows, held his shoulders, and looked down at him blankly.

"You know... if I knew earlier that dear Loren had prepared a candlelight dinner for his best friend, the lovely and innocent Asriel, I would never have waited for tonight. "

With a sigh of enjoyment, Asriel's eyes drifted, and a smile called "sincerity" hung on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, dear Loren, your clothes are not very decent...you need to wear formal attire for banquets and candlelight dinners." , This is an unwritten rule."

"Is it, it sounds like mine is wrong?"

Shrug, black hair without a smile. The wizard sat down with Erlang's legs upright: "I'm really sorry to let you down... Or, I'll change my suit now?"

"No...we are friends, and between our best friends Don’t worry about these minor details." Asriel squinted, "tsk tsk" shook his fingers:

"Don’t say you are wearing clothes now... even naked, it seems to Asriel. Wearing a cloak, the crown on his head is as majestic and honorable."

"...many thanks, praise."

Loren, whose mouth twitches, is almost gnashing teeth. Words:

"But as a'best friend', did some people forget something?"

"For example..." Asriel widened his eyes, hands He leaned forward on the edge of the chair... it was completely a "surprise for me" expression.

"For example..." The black hair wizard clenched his posterior teeth helplessly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more rigid: "Some people seem to have promised me that when everything is over, they will He told me everything he knew."

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

The blond boy tilted his head and smiled slyly. There is no regret of apologizing at all:

"Dear Loren, Asriel admits that he has made a mistake. Asriel shouldn’t let you wait so long...Although the main reason is that dear Loren has been too busy this time , So Asriel can't bear to disturb him;

But this is not a reason, Asriel apologizes for his mistakes, and is willing to use everything he can do in exchange for dear Loren...your forgiveness."

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Loren lifts the head, his expression is a little surprised.

"But before all this...Asriel also has a problem." The blond boy sincerely stared wide-eyed: "Why this time, dear Loren, must wait until Asriel takes the initiative to show up-replaced by the previous one You should have tried everything you can to force poor Asriel to speak!"

"Yes, you said it too." Loren sneered:

"The old me."

Asriel, with a blank expression, still has a "pure and innocent" smile on his face.

"After experiencing so many things, more precisely, after climbing back from the edge of life and death again and again, I figured out one thing." The black hair wizard said blankly:

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

"The rest... half One word will not say more."

The blond boy who is still "pure and innocent", his expression is still so natural.

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

"So...why should I ask?"

In the face of the black hair wizard overbearing gaze, Asriel is still indifferent, and even a little bit ridiculous: "Oh... you deserve to be Loren, that's amazing-it's just a few short years, and you have discovered it!"

Loren, who is not smiling, really has to endure his talents. Restrained the urge to press the boy on the ground and beat him up.

"There are many reasons for this, the most important of which is to ensure that dear Loren...you will not come into contact with existence that you simply cannot overcome too early in advance."

Indifferent Asriel gently raised the corners of his mouth: "Asriel is just doing his best to ensure that every time you encounter an enemy, at least you can deal with it...or in other words, if you get help, It may be possible to deal with it."

"You mean to say...All the Evil God and monsters I have encountered so far are all calculated by you?" Loren was coldly snorted with disdain.

Asriel lifts the head, looking at the black hair wizard with a deep look:

"Is it possible?"

Loren frowned slightly, the corners of his mouth A sardonic smile evoked:

"I remember what you said before, it's not the same as this?"

"Oh, of course!" Asriel's face showed Child laughs innocently: "Asriel is a bad child who likes to lie, and what he is best at is lies."

"Language, words, sounds, symbols...These are the most powerful in the world, running through two The power of the world; it allows an ordinary person without the power of a chicken to defeat enemies that are much stronger than him."

"Similarly, it is also an unpredictable power-with Laughing explains sadness, crying to express joy, anger to hide fear, and talking to cover up an empty head..."

"The most interesting part of such a'power' is that lies can be used... Tell the truth."

"...what are you trying to say."

He interrupted abruptly, and the black hair wizard's eyes flashed with impatience.

"It's very simple." Asriel whispered: "Dear Loren, now is the time."

"Why, suddenly the preparation of'showing mercy' tells me the whole truth Is it?"

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

"I will tell you a story and let my dear Loren judge for himself, which ones you are willing to believe, which ones you would not believe, and which ones you don't want to believe... Or ambiguous and difficult to judge Yes."

"Can you stop playing?" The black hair wizard with a sullen face, growing gnashing teeth.

"Story...is history-but who decides what history looks like?" The young Youyou asked, "Ten people experience one thing together, don't ten people have exactly the same memory of this event? ?"

"Or is it that bystanders are more qualified to judge? But he hasn't even experienced all of this, and how much insider can he know, what the parties think?"

The murderous aura of Loren became more and more murderous, Asriel sat up elegantly and raised his eyes; holding his small white hands together, he put his wrists on the edge of the dining table:

"I’m going to tell a completely fictional A story, a person who has never existed before, a history without written records."

"But as Asriel said..."

"A lie, you can also... …"

"...Tell the truth."

Loren said nothing, expressing suspicion with silence.

"Then first, we have to talk about the basic settings of the story."