Shaman from Afar

The cold touch ... like a sharp blade pierced Loren's heart.

Staring at Albold's slowly raised right hand, his consciousness was instantly magnified infinitely, and he could even hear his heartbeat.

What should I do?

kill him? Of course not ... can it be done and put it aside, the other party is the former wizard counselor and the leader of the imperial wizards. Killing him is equal to the enemy of the imperial wizards, which is contrary to his own purpose.

What I have to do is to persuade the other party ... and to figure out who it is, and actually make Albert Tarot change his mind and resolutely stand in the camp of the Holy Cross Church.

No matter what countermeasures, they must be based on the premise that they compromise with each other ...

And now ... the other party has obviously moved to kill ...

Just at this moment.

A familiar, meaningful but immature voice sounded in the mind of the black-haired wizard:

"Ah ... it looks like Dear Loren is in trouble again?"

"Do you need help?"

"Shut up." The urge to twitch in the corner of the mouth was strongly suppressed, and the expression of the dark-haired wizard became a little weird.

"Already have no way to do it, right?" Asriel's voice still surrounds his ears, and there is a deep temptation in the playful tone: "Leave it to Asriel ... just like we dealt with that in the glacier and snow mountain The apostles of Lemantes are the same ... "

"For example ... turning this old gentleman into a fool ..."

"His deal with a mysterious person, the conditions of reconciliation, the control of the Royal Wizard College ... everything you care about, all problems are solved instantly."

"If I guess right, I have to pay a little" right ", right?"

"We can talk about it, my dear ... You are Asriel's best friend, and nothing can't be solved." The teenager shunned the problem smoothly, and there was a cunning voice in the tender voice:

"So ... does it mean dear Loren, willing to accept others' suggestions?"

At that moment, Albold's right hand was already holding the wand, and the corner of his hanging mouth showed a bitter expression: "I didn't want to do this, Lord Loren Turin; but it's a pity ... you are 'that person' A stumbling block on the way. "

"Relax ... this process won't be long, you won't even feel any pain ..."

At the next moment, the cold ice mist began to converge towards the hall at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. The dimly lit hall instantly fell into the night, and the temperature in the hall immediately fell into the polar ice cave from the late autumn season.

Creepy!

Resisting the shock, the pretentious and calm black-haired wizard watched the scene in the hall, staring at the old man with guilt.

Himself ... really underestimate him; how can a person who can become an adviser to the imperial wizard be an ordinary wizard?

The strong remains of the void, the easy way to cast spells, and the calmness of the other party when using the power of the void ... I almost forgot that this Albert Tarot is comparable to Master Corona, nine One of the twelve veterans of the Mengxing Wizard Tower!

In the dark hall, only the sorrowful winds were wailing.

The killing ice mist swept over the figure of the dark-haired wizard like a tide; churning out ice crystals wherever they passed, the sound of the air piercing the air was like the roar of a running wolf.

The harsh cold made Loren's expression and movements become a bit stiff, which took a full five seconds; he grabbed his left hand when the ice mist completely enveloped him.

"Snapped!"

Gently snap a finger, the fire of Turin.

In the darkness where the five fingers were not visible, there was a moment of golden red light; the next second, the beam burst.

"boom--!!!!"

The exploding fire waves spread around with the black-haired wizard as the center; as the flames rolled, the surrounding ice mist dissipated instantly!

Mint tea, benches, coffee tables, carpets, curtains ... The golden-red fire roared and shattered everything it touched into pieces.

"Unnecessary resistance."

Albert, who didn't change his face, raised his right hand lightly.

The boiling heat wave stopped instantly ... just like time was stopped, whether it was the flaming flames in the air or the burned ground, all became a motionless ice sculpture.

Lifelike.

"clang--!"

The "fire wave" that was frozen in front of the old man burst into a huge crack instantly. The huge impact caused the ice wall to split in a split second, and the splashing ice **** cracked, but none of them touched Alber's body.

"Mithril weapon?"

Al Bird glanced slightly, glanced at the dagger nailed to the wall behind him, and slightly adjusted his appearance, the gentle expression remained unchanged.

"If you think I'm going to do it here, I'm wrong." The black-haired wizard frowned. "Before convincing you completely ... I have no plans for this."

"It's still useless to drag on again ... Your Excellency Loren Turin, if you just want to delay time ..."

"Exactly, time." Loren raised his lips slightly.

"Before I walked in here, I told Lucien of the Wiltz family ... If I didn't return to the Summer Twilight Garden within two hours, I immediately went to the Sky Dome to report to His Highness Brandon, his wizard advisor ..."

"Already killed in the home of Master Albert Tarot!"

Albert's expression finally changed slightly.

"As you know, there is one hour and two quarters left." Loren leaned back slightly, as if waiting for the other to start: "If you plan to talk to me in detail, we have enough time; if you really have made up your mind ... "

"To kill, to stab, to listen to respect!"

I haven't retreated. If I can't get the assistance of the wizards of the imperial capital, it is already clear at a glance. There is absolutely no chance of winning!

If you win, you can win the Wizarding Academy and the Count Charlotte Turin into Brandon ’s camp;

Lost, not only was the "faceless prince" beaten back to his original form, he also lost ground in the imperial capital of Golovin, and even the entire empire.

Not to mention the Jodd Chamber of Commerce who has been pitted by themselves ... If they lose power in Brandon, they will absolutely retaliate against themselves!

He has no way out, but ... Albert still has; for him to choose to gamble on himself is not an unacceptable loss, but the bet is too big to make him feel scared.

But since he can accept the result of such a knee-jerk result of "reconciliation" with the Holy Cross Church, why can't he believe himself and Brandon?

The choice is not in himself, but in him.

However, even if it succeeds in the end, I still have to pay some price.

But ... even the worst result cannot be worse than it is now.

Gamble!

There was no longer a smile on Albert's face, staring at the dark-haired wizard in front of him.

Turns out ... Turns out he had made his final plans when he came?

The person who clearly decided his life and death was himself, but now he gave himself an inexplicable sense of oppression as if he was giving orders to himself!

For a moment Alber suddenly remembered the "faceless prince"-sometimes tyrannical like a naughty child, sometimes naive and innocent like a child, never obeying the rules, never confessing defeat.

As long as you can win, as long as you win the final result, all other things do not matter ... even if you make things a mess, there is no guilt to admit the wrong idea.

No wonder ... Brandon would choose him as his wizard advisor and still trust him so firmly.

Even if the methods are different, the personality and the rules to be followed are slightly different, but the nature of the two ...

There is no difference.

He ... calculated by him.

With a long sigh, there was something strange in the old man's eyes, and he seemed to be making some insignificant decisions.

"Loren Turin ... I didn't want to do that."

"You should be honored ... because you are the second person in this world ... to know this secret ..."

secret?

The black wizard who was just stunned ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The pupil suddenly shrank, staring at the magic wand in Alber's hand ... slowly, a little bit of ice crystals ... cracked, smashed, turned into countless Crystal particles.

Loren stared at the scene before him, and it took five full seconds to reflect what had just happened.

The cold touch rushed into the heart along the back spine, and fear gripped his heart.

Yourself ... your own connection to the void ...

Was interrupted. ...

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