Shaman from Afar

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The imperial capital, somewhere.

The icy spring rain was still falling down, making the mottled earth walls on both sides look old; the empty street could not find a figure, but the cold wind passing by the ears reverberated sorrowfully.

It looks like an abandoned street, no different from the gutter alleys of Eboden or the slums of the town.

The dark-haired wizard silently followed behind the night watchman and kept looking around.

The narrow streets are full of dilapidated houses on both sides, with muddy roads at the foot; from the point of view of the damage of the streets, it has been at least ten years.

Loren secretly said.

The night watchman representing the emperor's eyeliner and poison blade ... what would their headquarters look like?

Mori high walls, towering towers, lined eyes, five steps and one defense, ten steps and one whistle ... Barbed wire, iron railing, wizard tower, dungeon, gallows, leather whip shackles, cross lock, iron shackles, iron nail bed, iron Virgin ... cough cough cough.

It may also be like the night watch base of Ebden ... sewers, prisons, weapon racks, test stands, various intelligence and various eyeliners ... In short, it is an underground fortress, but it must be more strict and secret than Ebden.

But no matter what kind, it will definitely not be the one in front of you.

The exquisite and small three-story clock tower, barely neat stone path in front of the door, and very beautiful small flower beds on both sides ... it seems that people often take care of it.

"We are here. This is the headquarters of the night watchman."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm serious, this is it."

"..." Loren Turin.

As the voice fell, the indifferent night watchman stepped forward and pushed open the door; the dark-haired wizard who followed immediately did not forget to carefully examine the furnishings in the tower.

Slightly old candlesticks, slightly yellowed carpets and walls, a few tables and chairs, plus a fireplace ... There is nothing to be surprised about, just an ordinary living room.

What to say, uh ... a little unexpected.

"Drink something first."

Seeing that the dark-haired wizard had sat down, indifferent Edward walked very skillfully to the fireplace wine rack, poured two full glasses of ale, stuffed one of them into Loren's hand, and brought it in hand. Plate of fruit and blueberry pudding.

"The drinks here are not great, but the food is very fresh ... all from the royal estate outside the imperial capital, which originally only served the sky dome."

"It's still early today ... a little later, there will be a special person responsible for the delivery of fresh vegetables and fruits."

"..."

Looking at the sparkling foamy drink in his hands, the dark-haired wizard with a confused face glanced at the opposite Edward; the indifferent night watchman turned a blind eye, picked up the table knife and enjoyed the blueberry pudding on the table skillfully.

Just before Loren had n’t responded, Edward was very skilled in getting dry firewood to ignite the fireplace. Above the warm fire, there was a material that seemed to have been prepared long ago, stewing potatoes, onions and beef Soup pot.

For a full quarter of an hour, the two ate a plate of fruit, half a blueberry pudding, and three cups of ale—if not the soup pot was still on the stove, maybe another bowl of stew.

If this is a comic, a huge question mark has definitely appeared on Loren's head.

I am now sitting in the most dangerous, terrifying, and secret place of the entire empire.

In the infamous night watchman headquarters ...

Sitting in front of the warm fireplace, drinking ale, eating blueberry pudding ...

Am I crazy, or are they crazy?

Boringly playing with the fork in his hand, Loren's mouth sneered a little more ironically; from the door to the present, the night watchman who had never spoken to tell the truth had actually revealed a lot of information.

The remote but unobtrusive headquarters of the night watchman;

A place where you can directly get the tribute of the Royal Manor;

The empty tower, but the stew stewed;

There is also an uncharacteristic night watchman who is no longer indifferent ...

All kinds of abnormal signs are almost like a book spread out in front of the black-haired wizard, writing the secrets that the people before him want to hide unreservedly; but Loren has no interest in threading and cocooning. What exactly does Edward want to do.

He was waiting for this guy to speak for himself.

After running out of the last blueberry pudding, the indifferent night watchman slowly looked up, his cold eyes seemed to be able to see everything:

"You seem to be a little abnormal today."

"No, the abnormal person is you."

"Yes, but you never spoke." Edward's expression slightly moved: "Before, you have already forced me to explain all this clearly."

The dark-haired wizard shrugged and slightly raised his mouth: "Because I thought about two things ... First, Edward of Ebden was the most qualified night watchman, but he would not easily kill his life for Rut Infinite. "

There was a trace of consternation flashing in the night watchman's eyes, and he instantly understood the meaning of Loren.

Rute Infinite ... does not mean night watchman.

"Second, Seran Kovo is just your excuse. He is not in your hands now ... In other words, he is not under the control of the night watchman."

For a moment, Edward's pupil shrank suddenly; the dark-haired wizard smiled slightly.

Until this moment, he finally realized.

Think about yourself, what would you do if Selan Kovo is in your own hands?

It's simple, you can't do anything.

Edward knows himself well ... Yes, he cares about this wizard apprentice, but he hasn't reached the point where he can be used to threaten himself ... Lussak Kovo is dead, and the Royal Wizards Academy has won the imperial trial.

In other words, the value of Seran Kovo no longer exists, just an apprentice who has lost the possibility of becoming a wizard ... This statement is very impersonal, but it is the coldest reality.

Because of this ... Edward deliberately said to use Thrancovo "to threaten", but instead telling himself that the night watchman has not been able to threaten his capital, or even dare to treat himself temporarily.

If this is the case, then he purposely stayed here ... it is very interesting.

The night watchman with a surprised expression seemed to be very nervous. The right hand holding the knife was never lowered; just a minute later, the indifferent Edward sneered at the corner of his mouth and tossed the knife on the table.

What's wrong with me?

The guy in front of him is Loren Turin ... the guy who can survive in the hands of evil spirits, traverses the glacier wasteland, and is still intact in front of thousands of monsters.

It's hard to tell, but ... I'm really not his opponent, even if I want to keep this guy here, it is very reluctant.

"They are already planning to do it."

Edward stiffly picked the corner of his mouth and said very dryly.

"Huh?" The black-haired wizard was startled.

"The previous night in the tavern ... The night watchman of the imperial capital had begun to notice that I was secretly helping you." The night watchman's voice was bitter, and he sighed heavily.

"So fast?" Loren frowned slightly.

"Not only this time, but also before ..." Edward said lightly: "In addition, there is the most recent one."

"recent?"

"Do you really think ... that the night watchman and the church don't know that there is decisive evidence in Lusack's laboratory? That's a trap ... to wait for you to jump in."

Speaking of Edward ’s expression here, there is something different: “Eight of the eight emperor night watchmen, all of whom are the most elite agents, are in charge of ambushing Ain Rand and Lusien—even I did not get the information in advance, probably they I already started to doubt me then? "

"But in the end ... the bones of eight people are gone!"

"Blood is squeezed dry ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ None of the bones in the whole body are intact, as if it was crushed by people ... Knocking on the bones and squeezing the bones is simply an unheard of death!"

Loren's expression stiffened slightly.

Knock the bone and crush the marrow ...

The hardest thing to do is ...

"Um ... this expression, maybe you don't know what's going on." Edward nodded slightly and sighed: "In any case, because of this matter, I have become the focus of suspicion. The next step may be to start. Now! "

"Does this mean ... Rut Infinite?"

"It shouldn't be, but at least he acquiesced." Edward's eyes were dull and his voice was hoarse:

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