Shaman from Afar

"Uh ... Dear Loren, can you explain why you let that person go?"

A blonde teenager who didn't appear until the end of the fight blinked, a curious baby-like appearance, with the index finger of her right hand curled up under her lips:

"Even if you don't plan to kill him, you can grab it, right? Maybe it's an important source of intelligence!"

"How much intelligence can this kind of hired killer have? He can tell me at most who he is."

A pair of indifferent expressions of Loren shrugged, playing "Bright Silver" in his hand: "And I already knew that."

Except for the Zahn family, he really could not think of the second one-Siscott died three days ago. It was yesterday morning when Suran Kovo came to ask for help. This morning he made up his mind.

You can know your movements in just one day. The opponent ’s eye contact and financial resources are creepy. This huge force is also one of the few in the imperial capital.

Of course, there are also the night watchman and the Ruth Infinite who never met ...

"It's really just that, there is no other reason?" Asriel, who was carrying his left hand, deliberately stepped forward, and showed an unsmiling smile at the black-haired wizard:

"That sword ... right?"

The expressionless dark-haired wizard glanced at him; Asrell blinked his pure and impeccable eyes, his hands stood behind him as if he were a "good boy", in a postural stance.

Loren twitched even more at the corner of his mouth.

That ’s right, when he saw the sword, he thought of an indifferent night watchman ... Edward once mentioned it vaguely. Before he became a night watchman, he had always been a little **** in the ditch of Ebden, the most The bottom kind.

But why would he fall to Ditch Alley, and why would a little **** know how to use bayonet as an obvious weapon?

This is not a short knife dagger. The forging of a qualified bayonet sword requires the most top-grade forged steel. The price is three times that of a knight sword, and the number of people who can use it is also rare.

The most important point is that the assassin's tricks are exactly the same as "some night watchman".

There must be a connection between these two people, saying that no more clues can be found ...

Looking at Loren's expression in deep contemplation, Asriel's mouth crossed an elegant arc, his sly eyes seemed to be hitting a bad idea, but in the end it just flashed.

"So ... you now know the real cause of Siscott's death and who is the one who wants to kill you. What are you going to do next?"

"Continue to track down, maybe next time it will not be that simple, maybe it will be silenced."

"Ah, should you be worried about my accident?" Loren sneered in surprise. "It's really touching."

Asrell shrugged with a helpless expression, his scarlet eyes shone with crystal luster, and deliberately dragged a long tail to sigh:

"Dear Loren, you are Asriel's best friend. I will never betray you at any time."

"Well, from the first time we met until now, you can't say this sentence a hundred times ... There is a saying that lies that a thousand times is the truth, and we must make persistent efforts."

"..."

"Now that I have met Master Lusak, and I know who wants to die ..."

Ignoring the young man's gaze full of "complaint", Loren spread his hand and took Liang Yin back into the sheath:

"Of course I'm going to see you, the gentleman who wants to get rid of me soon."

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The Chaun family ’s mansion is not difficult to find in the imperial capital, or it is very conspicuous-just below the hills of Golovin, only one street away from the stairs leading to the heavenly palace.

After being informed of the identity, the servant in the red and blue uniforms didn't even know the truth, and immediately put the black-haired wizard in;

Loren, who was behind the servant, walked through the lush slate path. The garden in the vestibule was full of towering maple and aspen trees, but it was still red in the early spring.

Pushing the door and entering, another servant who had been waiting at the door introduced the black-haired wizard into the mansion, and then walked through the red carpeted stairs and promenade. Loren came to a side hall.

Just an quarter of an hour later, the old man who led himself in, with a single piece of gold-rimmed glasses and a black piping blue dress, returned to the side hall again, bowing gracefully to the dark-haired wizard.

"Dear guests, I'm very sorry; Lord Siscott just passed away. Many things in the family haven't been dealt with. The young master is inconvenient to see guests. Please forgive me."

Was it inconvenient to see me, or did I not expect that I could come to the door so quickly?

Loren, who sneered at the bottom of his heart, smiled slightly, but just shook his head: "You're welcome, if it's really inconvenient ... I can come and visit again someday, thank you."

The dark-haired wizard was about to get up and leave, but the graceful old housekeeper reached out to stop: "Please wait a moment."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a knock on the door outside the hall; the pretentious Loren glanced curiously; under the surprised expression of the black-haired wizard, the servant who pushed the door came in and put a long box In front of him, then bowed to salute, turned and left the room.

Loren had already vaguely guessed what the other party meant.

The old housekeeper knelt on the ground and opened the box lightly.

"High-level curse," spiritual vision "-this curse can raise the observer's perspective to a level beyond imagination. You no longer use the five senses, but use the spiritual power to directly 'see' or 'hear 'Every move around.'

"Whether the breeze is blowing, or the ants crawling under your feet, all will be within your grasp, all at a glance."

Loren frowned slightly at the scroll of old parchment wrapped in satin and placed in the center of the red cloth in the box.

"The Zahn family is a very old and very large family. There have been many outstanding wizards, especially casters and alchemists, who have made extraordinary achievements."

The old housekeeper got up and pushed his own monolithic eyes: "This high-order curse is even in the rare collection of the Chaen family's thousands of years of collection."

"Also as an outstanding spellcaster, I think this gift would be more appropriate for you-if you want to come to a wizard like you with superb achievements, if you offer vulgar property and real estate ... it is huge. irony."

"You really look at me too high."

With a self-deprecating sneer, Loren looked at each other calmly: "Why do I give this to me?"

"Just to make up for your loss today ... Your Excellency Loren Turin, shouldn't you come by to visit?"

The calm, butler, humbly bowed to the black-haired wizard: "Regardless of any neglect of the Zahn family or you are not attentive, please forgive me."

"By the way, I urge you to do something."

"Oh, talk about it." Loren pretended to be stupid.

"Regarding the matter between Master Lusak Covo and Lord Siscott, there are all the things behind ..." The old housekeeper sighed:

"Looking at the fact that there is no hatred between His Highness Brandon and the Zahn family, I urge you to stop entanglement."

"We ... really have no intention of being enemies against His Highness Brandon!"

The side hall is very quiet, and you can even hear the sound of clocks moving around.

Loren banged his finger and broke the silence softly:

"It turns out ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Do you think that I ... or Your Highness Brandon wants to be an enemy of the Zahn family?"

The old housekeeper did not speak, but the expression was obviously the default.

"If this is the case, I can assure you, absolutely nothing!"

Loren deliberately raised the volume ... Although there was only myself and the old housekeeper in the hall, the fool can guess that the "young master" must be hiding somewhere to eavesdrop:

"But I'm also a wizard, and I can't just watch a senior lose his life in vain and bear the charge of murder!"

The old housekeeper's face changed suddenly, frowning slightly: "So, you really want ..."

"No, all I want is to find the real murderer who killed Lord Siscott Zahn and cleanse Master Lusack!"

Loren looked at him coldly and retorted:

"Also ...

Doesn't the Chaun family want it? "