Shaman from Afar

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When the black-haired wizard walked out of the council room, he realized that it was already evening.

The nobles and congressmen who walked out of the hall one after another looked at the wizard advisor of His Highness Brandon with surprise, or surprised eyes, and almost incredible colors were painted on every face.

The Chaen family and the Holy Cross Church also have a lot of indignation in their eyes. The anger in their pupils seems to have pierced the back of this black-haired wizard, and it is difficult to calm him down with a thousand arrows through his heart.

Admiration, resentment, surprise, disdain ... The endless stream of people, accompanied by the same pair of eyes with different looks; Loran's indifferent expression didn't see a half reaction, and he didn't care.

The crystal water droplets fell from the dome stained by the setting sun, causing the dark-haired wizard to instinctively raise his head.

It's raining……

In half a quarter of an hour, the pattering rain had fallen from the sky and fell over the towering and isolated sky dome.

In the dripping rain, the dark-haired wizard raised his mouth and walked tiredly; whether in awe or resentment, the crowd around him unconsciously made way for him.

The thin figure is so lonely between the rain and the empty palace.

Step by step, the faceless Loren walked straight under his feet.

Crowds, palaces, promenades, rainwater ... until the end of the road, the figure who also stood in the rain appeared at the end of his sight.

The smile on the corner of the dark-haired wizard's mouth began to become playful.

The seemingly gorgeous long-washed pulpy white dress, thin and small body, messy red hair, a pair of heavy and old black-framed glasses ... Loren couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

"Why?" Although the answer was already known, the dark-haired wizard couldn't help asking.

"Not everything has a reason, Lord Loren." After the frame wetted by rain, Lena de Salion's eyes were calm and calm: "I just fulfilled the agreement between us, it is worth it. Is it unexpected? "

"Of course it is."

The two figures standing in the rain were surrounded by empty palaces and rain falling from the sky. The red and dark pupils looked at each other meaningfully.

"From the encounter with Isaac Grantham, it was a trap you set ... The purpose is to make me wholeheartedly trust you-casinos, big bets, assassinations, taverns, debt ... that's not the case."

The dark-haired wizard sighed: "I didn't doubt you for a moment before I got the news of Lusak's death ... Miss Lena, your plan was very successful."

"But ... it still failed." The girl said lightly: "Can you tell me, how did you find out?"

"A friend's words awoke me-if you want to gain the trust of others, you must first trust others wholeheartedly ... Conversely, if you want to betray a person, you must first trust each other." Loren's eyes were meaningful. Looked at her:

"So, really ... it's fake."

After a moment, a smile of self-deprecation appeared on the girl's face.

"Miss Lena de Salleone, you are a side branch of the royal family. In other words, you must know and contact more than outsiders like us ... For you, the so-called debts, titles, and fiefs will make ordinary people The troubled things are never troubled. "

"There is no reason, just because your surname is DeSalyon ... The dragon's roar is still hovering over the empire for a day, so you never have to worry about this."

"What is it that really attracts you and makes you willing to take risks to do this kind of thing?"

"If you think about it, you will find that it's actually very simple ... free." When it comes to this, even Loren himself chuckled:

"In order not to be forced to force the freedom of marrying;"

"In order to choose my own freedom of life;"

"In order to be able to pursue the truth of the world like every wizard, without worrying about the freedom accused by the church;"

"In order to be a true de Salyon, rather than being free to be manipulated by a group of nobles and wealthy businessmen;"

"For these ... you are willing to make a gamble." The dark-haired wizard looked at her indifferently, stepping forward step by step:

"Become the crown prince of the empire, a chess piece in the hands of Connold de Salion ... I'm sorry to say so straightforwardly, because besides him I really can't imagine a second person who can balance so many forces at the same time."

The black-rimmed glasses with a dull look didn't have an opening, and they still just raised their mouths in self-deprecation:

"Is there anything sorry?"

"Huh?" Loren froze.

"You guessed it ... right before you arrived in the Imperial Capital, Connaught had approached me, promising to give me enough freedom and get permission from the church to allow me to study mystics and alchemy without restraint. . "

The girl raised her lips bleakly: "It's very realistic, right ... always pretending to be an amazing look. In fact, it's no different from those muddy guys, it's just a snobbish ordinary person."

"No, I think you are smart."

"Ugh?"

"But anyone with a clear head should understand that Brandon has no chance of winning in front of Connor ... It is a very sensible and calm choice to surrender to the crown prince; I am afraid I will make the same if I stand in your perspective select."

Loren smiled slightly: "Just betray a few strangers who are so strange that they can't even count as friends. What guilt can be felt at all?"

"Is this ridicule?" Lena raised her eyebrows.

"Reluctantly, after all, you chose to stand on our side in the end." The black-haired wizard shrugged. "Can you tell me why?"

"You really want to know that?"

"Otherwise ... I don't have much to say if you are going to continue to circle around." The pretended sighed helplessly, and saw Loren, who had black hair glasses smiling, flattened his mouth like Brandon. : "Only this matter, I still can't figure it out."

"Can't it be my conscience that I am ready to fulfill the agreement between us?"

"Maybe to others." Loren quipped with a chuckle: "But to Lena de Salion ... it's impossible."

"It's really a cold and direct guy."

The girl complained and muttered a few words, and finally smiled directly; the dreary rain made the thin figure more beautiful, and her bright red hair was like an elf dancing in the rain.

"I will help you ... because of this!"

After hesitating, the black-framed glasses threw the wand in his arms to the black-haired wizard; the black-haired wizard who caught him looked incredulously, looking at the black frame with his hands on his hands and tiptoe to his front. glasses.

"Isaac ?!"

"What's wrong, can't it?" The girl lifted her chin, a natural expression.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Who is joking with you stupid and guilty fool, my Lord Virgin of Loren Turin!" The smile of the black-framed glasses is more proud, and the smile is more happy:

"Isaac told me ... you are the only and best friend of his life; if I betrayed you, it is tantamount to betrayed him, which will make him very very entangled."

"Uh ..." Loren's expression was more inexplicable, and a smirk froze in his face: "Tangled?"

"Yes, because he likes me ... I remember the original saying is" Although he is a gifted genius, and a genius beyond the ordinary people's ethics and morals, but also can not get rid of the limitations of being a human being, will be in life At a certain time in the cycle, I have a good impression of the opposite sex. "

"..." Loren Turin ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ And for him, there is only one opposite **** that can make his body react and arouse good curiosity at this time, that is Lena. De saryon. "Black frame glasses raised their eyebrows:

"How are you satisfied with this answer?"

"This ... let's consider it a love letter, do you think it is persuasive?" Loren's mouth twitched.

"Of course, this is what I have heard ... the most romantic declaration of love." The girl closed her eyes and raised her lips: "It's not benefit, status, wealth and freedom, and even all rights and meanings, purely from Isn't life's respect, recognition and goodwill for another one enough? "

"......... Should I still thank you?"

"No, the person you should thank is Isaac Grantham." The girl's red lips trembled slightly and spoke softly:

"Of course, you should thank me even more ... but you must not tell him, otherwise Isaac will be jealous." Mobile phone users, please browse for a better reading experience.