Shaman from Afar

The little wizard who was crying and running was lying in the arms of the dark-haired wizard. Loren, who could not speak a word, didn't know what to do except to pat her back gently.

In the matter of coaxing people, his ability and experience are infinitely close to zero, even negative.

In fact, when Loren first mentioned the "Rand family", just the expression of Ain Rand at that time, he guessed what it might be, but it was not convenient to say it.

Dalton once said that the profession of the wizard has buried many secrets since its birth. The secret hidden in the heart of each wizard is a taboo in their hearts, and even an untouchable counterscale.

In order to remain sensible in front of the void, any wizard must hide the things that best touch his emotions, and avoid being driven into madness by the endless illusions and falsehoods.

The easiest way to defeat a wizard is to uncover his old scars, dig out his most shameful black history, and make him completely mad.

Therefore, even if it is between two good wizards, they will never reveal their privacy to the other party, nor will they deliberately probe the other party.

What Loren can do is squat near Visari Rand, waiting for the little wizard to come to the door. If she could solve the problem by herself, she would never do it herself-even if the fat man was killed, he would have a way to hide the past for Ain.

In his "Notes", Ain Rand has a much higher priority than Ruben Frid, and this fat man named Vesari Rand is even more insignificant, if not for Ain himself. He won't look at him more.

The little wizard was crying, and there was a sense of sadness in the vibrato. The shoulders gradually stopped trembling, and the azure eyes were dusty, completely lacking the charm of the past.

"Are you better?" Loren asked tentatively, and the girl in her arms did not answer him. The dark-haired wizard who opened his mouth chose to remain silent, so as not to say anything wrong.

"You have been outside the door just now, right?"

The little wizard asked with a cry. Loren froze for a moment, with a bit of a wry smile on his face: "Is this all discovered by you? Sorry, I had promised ..."

"Thank you." The voice was very subtle, but Loren still heard it. Ayin calmed down, clutching Loren's robe with both hands, leaning his head on his shoulder: "... Thank you so much."

"Hands up."

Hesitated for a moment and looked at Ayn Rand who had returned to normal. Sighing, Loren decided to tell her: "I know that this is not right now, but after tonight, the Rand family may be afraid ..."

"Will you be arrested by the count?" It was a little wizard who was too calm, with no expression on his face, and shook his head gently: "It's okay, just do what you should do."

"All I want is to take the surname my mother gave me and live on my own-as for this 'family' who is pus from head to toe, by searching for other people's prosperity, if it really wants to fall , Then let them fall. "

Not to Vesari Rand, the greedy and full-hearted patriarch, or to the family who had never given her any favors, the little wizard had no feelings at all, and some just hurt themselves and their mother Just anger.

Now when I go to see Vesari Rand on the ground, Ain can't even feel a trace of hatred from the bottom of his heart.

This is so strange, just because of him, his mother took the dead end, didn't she? And he was sold to Wimpar College by the other party. Even when he was sold, he used to be silly to think that the other party was really thinking about himself.

This greedy viper can abandon his family for the land and money, and even sells them to strangers as possessions, full of fat but timid like a mouse.

But in the eyes of the little wizard, he is just a mouse, and he is not even worth raising his hatred.

Yes, I am no longer the same as myself now. I am already an alchemist, I have Wimpar College, I have a Dalton mentor, Isaac Grantham, a pretentious guy, and also……

"What's the matter?" Loren, who faintly noticed his gaze, leaned over his cheek: "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay!" The little wizard with a stunned expression quickly replied, hanging his head, not wanting this big liar to see his present expression.

The two people in the corridor are almost avoiding each other, always silent and silent, but always have an expression that wants to say something to the other.

After soothing Ain and sending her back to the room, Loren finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the door of the little wizard with a complicated look, and he turned away after a moment of hesitation.

"You really don't understand the girl's mind, my dear friend, you are completely missing the opportunity."

The teenager in a little black and red dress was sitting on the edge of the window, holding his shoulders helplessly: "It is clear that Asrier has helped you get the best possible opportunity, why is it so wasted?"

"Now is the time when her mind is the most fragile and the least prepared. If you have a good grasp, you can even do whatever you want-wait until tomorrow, there will not be such a good opportunity, take the opportunity!"

"Don't you understand? I can't make it simpler--push open the door, hug her, and tell the cute Ayn Rand how important she is to you, and I can become you tonight Lucky day! "

"I don't understand." Loren shook his head expressionlessly: "Have you finished?"

"Alas ..." Asrell shook his head "pretended to be old", and the teenager's delicate cheeks were full of disdain: "So it was never a woman who changed too much, but a man who was too stupid. Even Asreel It can be seen that she very much hopes you go in with her. "

"How about we make a bet? My dear Loren, your little girlfriend is hiding behind the door now, just knock on the door ..."

"Has the matter of the granary been dealt with?" Loren interrupted him directly: "I don't want to find a criminal evidence by then."

"It's all lying inside-but rest assured, they are safe now, at least until they are discovered by the count." Some unhappy teenagers said: "This is your first request. As a friend ~ www .wuxiaspot.com ~ How could Asriel not help? "

"You don't have any sweetness." The black-haired wizard sneered, shrugging his shoulders very seriously.

As a young vampire, Asriel ’s body is not very hungry for blood, but it is not without it. Adult blood is the best food source for vampires.

The fire outside the window gradually subsided, and completely extinguished. The night that was originally dyed orange-red finally restored the original tranquility, only the grey snow and the floating smoke were still telling what had just happened.

But this is enough, the fire in the granary has attracted enough attention, especially for those guys who have been hiding in the dark and wanting to move, now is their best chance to start.

The most indispensable thing in this world is the self-intelligent guys. When they see the opportunity, they never think of the trap set by the other party. They only think that they are smart enough and lucky enough.

And in fact, the more the other party exposes weaknesses, the more dangerous it is.

Not only Ruben Freed, even Loren himself is almost impatient. He is not ready to continue to play with these nobles, but to solve all problems once and for all.

These country lords have never left their enclave, have never seen the vastness of this world, and they are so stupid enough to help others play "fighting landlords"? It's so boring.

Lorren turned cold and went to the castle stairs, facing the two guard knights: "Lord Loren Turin, Lord Earl is waiting for you. The murderer who set fire to the granary has been found!"

The black-haired wizard who stood firm raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Thank you two."