Shaman from Afar

The strong smell of medicament, the sound of crucible cooking can be heard faintly, and there is a faint scent of parchment paper, mixed with the boiling smell of the medicine soup at the tip of the nose.

Lightly moved his body, and half of his body seemed to be bandaged. Although it still hurts, it should still be intact, so that he can't get out of bed in this life.

It seems that the spiritual hall has not yet fully recovered, and the sea of ​​consciousness is completely chaotic. The scalp is numb, and irritating throbbing comes from the temple, which seems to be a side effect of drying up.

Seems to have his wrists and ankles shackled. If someone wants to attack now, I am afraid they can't even resist. You can still hear the sound of someone walking behind him.

Loren struggling to open his eyes, struggling to look around in the line of sight-black curtains, heavy desks, and piles of parchment scrolls, almost can conclude that he is in Dalton Kander's study .

If so, the sound of footsteps behind him ...

"Woke up?"

"Teacher ...?" Because of the ischemia that caused some paleness, Loren just asked softly, and then nodded slightly.

"Don't plan to explain two sentences?" The black-haired wizard looked at him mockingly, but there was no smile on the corner of his mouth: "Continue to be stupid, maybe you can escape!"

Lorean smiled bitterly, how can I explain how to pretend to be stupid? Fanesis may be able to be driven away by his own set of rhetoric, but certainly not in this one.

"I have nothing to explain, you must know it."

"Don't plan to justify?" Dalton still didn't plan to let him go: "You're not a man keen on begging for death."

"I am very grateful to them, but this time I am not going to argue anything-anyway, even if I explain, you will certainly not believe it; believe it will feel that I have concealed, so just shut up."

Shrugged his shoulders, it was a pair of indifferent Loren pursed his lips.

The black robe wizard was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly: "Very wise."

"It is a pity that the person who ultimately decides what to do with you is Dean Peter." Dalton's mouth twitched gently: "My task is just to make sure you are alive."

"Are you sure to be disappointed?" Loren chuckled.

"Disappointment?" Dalton snorted and pointed his wand at Loren's bandaged body: "Your ribs are broken in half, your spine is almost crushed, and your right arm is pierced with severe blood loss ..."

The black-robed wizard fell one by one and waved his hand: "These can be recovered for a short time, and there will be no sequelae-at least under my treatment and judgment, it is impossible."

"But ..." Dalton's eyes narrowed into a slit, and his right hand took an empty bottle from under the robe: "I reminded you of the side effects of sedatives."

"Because of your extraordinary physique, sedatives have not caused you fatal trauma, but also caused immeasurable damage to your spiritual palace. Excessive draining of energy will cause vision in the short term-as for the long term It ’s hard to predict, but it can never be intact. ”

"Can I still be a wizard in the future?" Loren asked with some fear.

Dalton's expression twitched.

"Unfortunately, these life-threatening factors will not affect your career as a wizard."

Incomparable joy appeared on Loren's face, and Dalton, holding his forehead, turned directly, not wanting that vulgar smile to stain his eyes.

"In addition, there is one more thing." Dalton Kant, who turned his back to Loren, put his hands behind his back: "I didn't even think about it."

"I once warned you that if some people know that you are my apprentice, or even just involved with me, you may be chased by some people." The black robe wizard's words carry some memories. .

"Among these people are not only wizards, but also many powerful people. They will not be more difficult to kill you than to crush an ant-even so, are you still willing?"

"I never regretted it." Loren sitting on the bed straightened his waist with a smile, leaning forward and bowing: "Teacher!"

The figure of the black robe wizard shuddered slightly, and then returned to normal for a moment.

"You made a wrong choice."

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"He really cares about you very much."

Clean and neat little black red dress, silk-like silky blonde hair, handsome but slightly pale cheeks, **** eyes exudes a lustrous charm.

Lorren slowly turned around, watching the teenager who didn't know when he appeared sitting behind Dalton's desk, holding the book about vampires in his hand.

"Although I know it, I only ask it in vain." Loren's deep gaze stared at Asriel's face: "What is your purpose?"

"I thought you knew it already." The teenager threw the book aside, his arms on the table supported his head, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes: "Don't you?"

Lorren raised his eyebrows irrevocably-he certainly guessed a little, but definitely not all.

"Given that we are friends and I almost died for your" friend ", I think you have an obligation to tell me the whole truth."

"Hey ... There is really no way, who makes us friends?"

Asriel gave up her hands helplessly, shaking her head "pretending to be mature": "Actually, you guessed right, because for some reason I don't have my own body, so I beg you to help me-as to why Is it a vampire? You already know it. "

Because vampires have a higher degree of mutation, they are also more likely to be affected by the power of the void. So there is no choice for Asriel.

"Then you have your own body now, I think our friendship is almost over." Loren said with a formulaic smile: "I don't know what you mean?"

"Abandon me so soon?" The teenager suddenly shuddered, and immediately showed an expression of grievance, and even tears in his **** eyes: "Is Asriel doing something wrong? Please tell me, I Can be changed! "

Why do you say as if you are chaotic and abandoned ...

"But you may be disappointed, dear Loren." Just a second, Ariel's face smiled with pride: "It is impossible to let me go ... at least temporarily such."

Looking at the other person's expression, Loren suddenly had a bad hunch.

"As you know, I'm almost half a vampire now, although UU reading www.uukanshu.com is somewhat different. But many places are impossible to change-for example, according to the vampire standard, I am almost Newborn baby. "

"It doesn't matter if it's just in childhood, it may make Asriel a little more adorable. But now I'm too fragile, and finally have my own body, I don't want to go back to that again In the cold cellar. "

"So, I used a little 'special' means."

Special means ... I feel that my hunch is about to come true.

"I have connected myself to your spiritual palace." Asriel's "purity and harmless" smile, what he said could make Loren wish to strangle him!

"In a nutshell, if Asriel unfortunately has an accident. Dear Loren, you will directly become a fool." The teenager curled up on the chair, his hands folded, blinked.

"............ I guess you had planned this early in the morning, right?"

Loren sneered, his temples jumped straight.

"How can I hurt you, Loren, we are friends." Asriel had a sincere smile on his face: "You don't seem to realize what this means yet."

"What does it mean ..." Loren suddenly widened his eyes.

"With me, your spiritual palace will no longer be subject to any restrictions." The curvature of the corner of the teenager's mouth slowly evoked: "Do you know what that means?"

Means that in theory you can master countless high-level spells!

The consternation on Loren's face slowly faded, revealing a formal smile, and he extended his right hand to the teenager: "So ... Wish us a happy cooperation?"

"That's nature." The teenager squinted and smiled, "We are friends!"