Shaman from Afar

The sunset was slanting, and Golovin under the sun returned to dusk.

After entrusting Isaac to Edward, Loren drove back almost instantaneously—Compared with the Wizarding College, Brandon ’s vision of success was the top priority.

Of course, the more important reason is that this matter is completely uncontrollable by him; and as we all know, Brandon de Salleone can follow the steps, do a thing seriously, and have the chance of being recognized by others ...

... that is infinitely close to zero.

Hurrying back to the Xia Mu courtyard, the servants of the Royal Pavilion were not surprised at all because they came back alone, and even “intimately” reminded themselves that His Royal Highness was waiting in their suite. After three quarters, they would send dinner to the door outer.

Xia Mu Courtyard is a place to receive courtesy of courtiers, and even servants, large and small, are the eyes of all forces. The noble princes who come and go are countless ... various private transactions, conspiracy between stratagems, alliances or It is a betrayal, and it may have been normal in their eyes.

The calm expression and unscathed gaze seemed to tell the dark-haired wizard that he was no different from the people who had lived here in the past 100 years and the next 100 years, but it was just these big and small conspiracies. Trick, participant in Game of Thrones ...

This feeling ... really disgusting.

Walking on the darkened promenade, the dark-haired wizard who kept thinking wriggled the corners of his mouth; he was slightly startled when he was about to approach the door, and slowed down.

Is there someone in the room, and more than one?

Loren's footsteps stopped under a light some distance away from the door ... The walls of Xia Mu's courtyard were all mezzanine, and it was difficult to hear the sound of the house even when standing behind the door.

Although it seems reasonable to be the center of this conspiracy, considering the former palace of the Queen Charlotte, it is difficult to say for what purpose she did it ... cough cough cough.

The door opened when the black-haired wizard was still hesitating whether to go in.

Loren suddenly looked up and pushed the door open was a young girl ... Exquisite pure white pleated skirt, decorated with a pure gold lily on the chest; slender figure, elegant face like a sword, seemingly quiet But his face always has a temperament that is not angry, and the slightly curly black hair is like a waterfall.

"You are that Loren Turin?"

Very sweet voice, simple and clear words, but somehow it sounds not very happy ... Lorren slightly nodded with a light smile on his face:

"Below is the wizard consultant of His Highness Brandon de Salleone, may I ask you ..."

Before he finished talking, he heard the girl sneer and raised her head proudly. There seemed to be some dissatisfaction between the eyebrows: "Your master is waiting for you in the room, hurry and find him!" "

"Loren ... Turin."

After reading the name hard, the suddenly appearing girl hurried away from him, even bothering to look at him again; the dark-haired wizard who finally raised his head was filled with puzzling expressions.

I ... just said the wrong thing? As for being so dismissive of me?

He didn't feel "humiliated", but inexplicably ... Loren, who didn't understand what was happening, shook his head helplessly and turned into the room.

Brandon, who was sitting in front of the window, didn't even realize he was coming in. He sat in front of the window very cleverly, playing with the cherry cake on the plate, an expression that seemed to have done something bad but he didn't want to admit.

Then think of the one who just ... cough cough cough.

"Alas, Loren, when did you come?"

He rolled his eyes to His Royal Highness, who was aware of it, and stepped forward. The black-haired wizard who was sitting opposite him spoke straightly: "Who was the one who just went out?"

"Hmm ... you seem curious?" Brandon tilted his head. "Tell you that you can, but you have to do me a favor."

"No problem, let's talk."

"It's simple, don't ask."

"..."

The smirking Brandon slumped his shoulders, slumped on the chair and looked weakly at the dark-haired wizard who didn't care about him: "Okay ... I'll tell you in two days; don't you want to know the result of my pretense now?"

"You can still sit here alive, eating cake and drinking mint tea, everything is going well."

With a formal smile on his face, Loren said sarcastically: "But I think His Highness Brandon should be more than just showing off his success. Just send a night watchman under the eyes to capture me from the Royal Wizards College. ? "

"If you do this, everyone in the imperial capital knows that you must have reached an agreement with His Majesty Eckhart."

"Yes, but it's necessary ... because it's too late to wait until midnight."

Brandon sighed and tossed a parchment scroll to the dark-haired wizard; Loren, who took it, opened the scroll and his pupil shrank slightly:

"Loren Turin, Baien, grandfather Leonardo Turin; father Guyo Turin, mother unknown, suspected of Lothal or Arles.

In the early years of the twelfth generation, Leonardo Turin, due to family hatred, intended to assassinate the nobles of Byrne and suffered a delisting, leaving only the title of knight; leaving with him also his only eldest son Gaiyo became a wandering knight;

About 20 years ago, Guyo Turin was escorted by a robber on the way to **** the caravan, leaving only one child ... Loren Turin, that is, Loren Turin.

This man is the Principality of Byrne, the Count of the Red Blood Castle, and the side of the Turin family; Leonardo inherited his title of knight after his death; he became a spellcaster wizard after receiving education at Wimpar College.

Served as a wizard advisor to Earl Ruben Freed, assisted the elves in the ancient wood forest to defeat the ogre invasion, and thereafter ... "

"Slap!" The expressionless dark-haired wizard threw the scroll aside and looked at Brandon with his shoulders:

"fake."

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or false ... This is the identity certificate issued by the Imperial Coat of Arms for you. This is true from today." Shrugging, Brandon looked at him indifferently:

"I'm also an imperial prince anyway, a direct line of the thirteenth generation ... If there is no one who can handle it, those guys will not let an unknown person become my wizard advisor."

"How much effort did I have to persuade the older guys to agree with this certificate! My dear Your Wizard Advisor, can't you show a little grateful expression?"

"I just think this proof of identity has a lot to do with what you are going to say next, right?" Ignoring Brandon, Loren raised his eyebrows:

"They are doubting me?"

"It's more like ... need to be vigilant against a guy of unknown origin." Brandon spread his hands, smirking helplessly:

"Do n’t mind, even my real prince of the Empire has been monitored by this group of guys for such a long time, and naturally it is impossible to relax the precautions against those around me-then, you have to thank Rut Infinit . "

"Thank him?"

"Yeah, don't forget that you guy is also a night watch ... nominally, if it's not clear what's going on, I almost regarded you as the spy that guy put me around."

"All in all ... it is precisely because of this identity that the night watchman can keep his watch on you rightfully; with this prerequisite, they can agree that you become my wizard advisor ... more accurately, the imperial prince, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Brandon de Salion's Wizard Advisor. "

Of course Loren understands the difference ... the former is just a private agreement between him and Brandon, while the latter is to give himself a justified identity and formally become a vassal of Brandon de Salion.

With a sigh of relief, Brandon swallowed the cherry cake on the plate: "But although with the help of Rut Infinite-the ghost knows what this guy wants to do, it is definitely not a good thing anyway-but, I It ’s just persuading them, and there is one final step. "

"last step?"

"It's easy for you ..." Brandon smiled unconsciously. "They plan to meet you to see if you have this qualification."

"Just ... see you?" Loren frowned.

"Uh ... the original words seem to be 'seeing'."

With a deep breath in his heart, Loren squinted slightly without changing his face: "When?"

"Just tonight!"