Shaman from Afar

Hasn't waited for his body to recover, Loren has already started to pack up.

Said that it was luggage. In fact, there was nothing to take away from the things that got out of him. The old knight Leonardo left him with only a horse and a sword.

The long sword was repaired by Loren, and as for the old horse-its age is too big, it should have been "retired" in a stable for a long time. It is more than companionship with the old knight and Loren for more than three years. Finally he died, and was buried in a corner of the college by Loren.

Although the owner is a wizard, as a war horse, he can sleep in a castle.

Is in a hurry to pack things because he wants to leave as soon as possible. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he must have been stared at by the Fanesses priest, and continuing to stay will only add more trouble to the college.

And Loren hates trouble, and the various high-risk, uncertain emergencies that come with it-after having a "boy" to accompany this life, he is already troubled enough, so it is better to try to be as stable as possible.

"Oh, it seems that Asriel is hated again."

A familiar voice with a little grievance accented, Loren raised his head without surprise, the teenager's cute smile reflected in his sight: "It seems that complaining about others has become Loren's habit."

"Although I feel that my next sentence will soon become a habit, I still have to ask." Loren said with a little irony: "Where did you come from?"

"It's very simple, as a vampire-even if it's just a young vampire, I also have the ability to mimic it. It can be transformed into an animal." The teenager smiled, with an expression of "you don't know": "Normally people think that vampire It can only become a bat, which is actually a serious misunderstanding. "

"So, can you become a horse or something?" Loren quipped lazily: "That's convenient, I just miss a horse, a contemporary step tool."

"If I can, I prefer to become a bird." The teenager with his hands on his back tilted his head, and a faint smile smiled at the corner of his mouth:

"The bird of Hermes is my name, biting my wings to control my heart."

Hearing this sentence, Loren flashed a murderous in the corner of his eyes, but still kept a smile on his face: "You peeked at my memory? You never seem to tell me this."

"It should be said that after I connected with your spiritual palace, part of our memories have been intertwined." The teenager blinked: "This can't blame me, it's just that you don't know it."

"Well, how many things do I don't know?"

"Dear Loren, don't be too anxious." Asriel raised her lips: "Considering that we still have decades of getting along, I have to maintain a little mystery to make this friendship last forever."

For a moment, Loren very much hoped to fight the risk of becoming a fool and make this guy "forever".

"Rather than continue talking, don't you plan to see your friends give you a farewell gift?" The teenager pointedly pointed at the thing beside him: "Actually I am also curious."

Loren sighed, and opened the two delicate boxes thoughtfully. Obviously, apart from Isaac and the little wizard, he could not have a third friend.

A genius gave himself a set of notes he sorted out, or a kind of religious propaganda manual-the full text of a genius wizard who was not born, found the arguments and views in his short research career, right The analysis and cognition of the void, and the significance of these discoveries to all wizards and the entire world.

Although the whole manual is full of narcissistic plots, it is still somewhat inspiring, so that he can take fewer detours in the future.

And Ain Rand's gift is much more direct-the synthesis method of common alchemical reagents, as well as a whole box of materials and their respective collection methods, can not be more practical.

"They really care about you, obviously it's just a 'friend' who has been with each other for less than half a year." The teenager's **** eyes flashed a joke: "It's really interesting, so it's easy to believe others and be turned around . "

"You know, they even planned to save you. It's so interesting, I think ..."

"To shut up!"

Turned back to the teenager, Loren's voice was very soft, but Asriel had already felt the killing intention of him, and very consciously chose to turn and leave.

What are you afraid of? Obviously, even joining the college is just an exchange of interests. There is no need to be responsible for these people. Everything is just a play.

Should always be sober and sensible, and the result of emotional use is to fall deep into it and not extricate yourself.

I once trusted the old knight, and the result was so unbearable; and this time ... even looking at these gifts, Loren seemed to be watching the thick maliciousness brought to him by the world.

The same mistake, I will not make a second time.

Chose not to leave just to protect the academy, but to take into account the current situation, it is meaningless to continue to stay. His own path is a spellcaster, and unlike alchemy and mystics, which focus on research, he places more emphasis on practicality.

It is impossible to create practical spells without considering the actual situation.

Not to mention, even if he doesn't leave, Asriel will force himself to go. For this "young vampire", it is too dangerous to be under the supervision of a wizard who once defeated the vampire.

Packed everything up, and silently, Loren put on a brand new black cloak, and a wand was added to his right hand.

This was "leakage" from the dead Carran, and Dalton Kander left the loot to him-after all, for outsiders, this kind of wand is more in line with the image of a wizard.

Loren still likes this wand very much. Although it is somewhat inconvenient to be long, the bottom tip of the spear wields the wand as a spear, which is a very handy weapon.

At least when Dalton pushed open the door and walked in, he saw Loren wearing a cloak and a hood and holding a wand in his hand. The thin figure standing in the shadows, the extraordinarily harmonious picture in front of him made him lose one second .

This wandering knight when he first came to the academy was already an outright wizard.

"You have something to do with me?"

Loren, who suddenly smiled ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Destroyed the beauty of the picture in Dalton's eyes, and the look returned to the original coldness: "Follow me."

Black robe wizard's words are still short and powerful, like a blade. It didn't matter whether Loren behind him could keep up with his footsteps, and the hem of his robe had floated out of the stairs.

Lorren shrugged his shoulders and could only keep up with his mentor, plus a large bag of some-obviously, Dalton would not help him carry his luggage.

Just left the North Tower, and Loren, who was behind Dalton, noticed that the atmosphere in the castle was not right.

All the apprentices put on new wizard robes, the castle gate and the main castle hall door that were closed all day were also opened, and red and blue swallowtail flags were flying on the towers of the city wall.

Do you want to get a farewell ceremony for yourself? Loren couldn't help but think about it, but even if he really became a fool, he knew it was impossible, but the facts couldn't stop people from thinking about it.

The black-robed wizard who had walked to the main fort stopped and looked back at the apprentice who didn't want to admit: "I advise you to be mentally prepared first, so as not to lose your mind."

"Well, may I ask if this is the case ..."

"Although you can rest assured, it is not for you." Dalton Kander gave a cruel smile: "So don't be passionate, apprentice."

So this is to welcome a big man? It's obviously impossible to make Wimpar College so much fanfare that some guys haven't even heard the name.

"Is it the Duke, or is it Bishop Bien?" Loren asked with a wink.

"Guess half right." Dalton waved impatiently: "Now, wait inside for me!"