It seems that all the things that Crelia had given Lorenz before were kept in the box, and Lorenz never seemed to touch them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This truth is not only known to Mikhail, but also more or less aware of it, but she is as obsessed as ever, but Mikhail does not know what else to say.

"Thank you. Crelia was still grateful to Mikhail for agreeing to help, and after bowing slightly to Mikhail to thank her, Crelia turned and left.

Mikhail sighed helplessly and walked into Lorenz's room.

"She's gone, ahem. Lorenz also heard the conversation between Mikhail and Crelia in the house, and knowing that Mikhail was coming, Lorenz made tea for Mikhail.

"Gone. Mikhail nodded, "Is this thing still in a box?"

Lorenz coughed and nodded.

When Mikhail took over the feather coat from Crelia, he probably knew that this was the result. Mikhail carefully put the feather coat that Krellia had knitted by herself into the box.

Mikhail always felt that he probably knew better than Lorenz what was inside this box. The moment the box was closed, Mikhail couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Don't you think you're too cruel to her?" said Mikhail, who had reached the opposite side of Lorenz, and took a sip of tea from his teaglass.

The tea brewed by Lorenz himself has a special aroma, which always makes Mikhail feel a calm air flow through his heart, making him forget about the unhappy things in his heart for a while.

"Ahem, you don't know my weak body, I don't know how long I can live. Claria is a good girl, and I can't hurt her because of myself. Ahem," Lorenz coughed several times uncomfortably, "since it's impossible, don't give her any hope in the first place, otherwise you will end up with even greater despair." ”

In terms of ability and strength, Lorenz is definitely the strongest pure-blood in the entire Protoss except for the Divine Lord, fate has given him super talent and ability, but it has given him an incurable body.

The very weak body forced Lorenz to reduce his movement time as much as possible and recuperate his body as much as possible. Maybe the entire Protoss, the only one who doesn't know how long he can live is Lorenz.

Mikhail, as a bystander, is naturally clear. Crelia has always been silently fond of Lorenz, and she is willing to do anything for Lorenz, and has even consulted herself many times about where to find a cure for her illness.

Mikhail, as an authority, told Crelia that Lorenz's physical discomfort was caused by illness, but that he was born with this body, and there was no cure. And Lorenz had already discovered Crelia's intentions, but he had always pretended to be indifferent and never gave Crelia any hope.

Mikhail knew that any further conversation on this topic would only make everyone more embarrassed.

"Ahem, are you looking for me today?" Lorenz knew that every time Mikhail took the initiative to come to him, he must have something on his mind.

Mikhail smiled self-deprecatingly and told Lorenz everything that had happened in the library half a month ago.

"I saw what Karamia had done, but I just watched, and there was nothing wrong with it, as if it had nothing to do with me. Mikhail said these words with a full self-deprecation in his tone.

Ever since that incident, Mikhail has always felt that something is blocking his heart and making him feel very uncomfortable.

"Ahem, isn't that just a sign of your low self-esteem?" "Ahem......" Lorenz's gasp suddenly became rapid, "You've always been obsessed with the fact that you can't use abilities. ”

Lorenz's words silenced Mikhail and made him feel much more comfortable. In fact, he has always known why he is uncomfortable, but he just doesn't have the courage to admit it, he just needs someone to say his weakness in front of him.

"By the way, why did you come back so early today? It stands to reason that these days are the busiest time for you Twelve Elders. Mikhail tried to change the subject, the fact that he could not use force was already a knot in his heart, how could it be so easy

"Ahem, because one of the things that happened today that you're more interested in is, ahem. ”

"What am I interested in?" Mikhail did not feel that something special was happening today. ”

"You should have heard the thunder coming from the human world today, cough. ”

Mikhail nodded, "It's clear. ”

"Ahem, Hackman's investigation confirmed that it was the new patriarch of the Tuoba clan who used the Lost Mystic Technique. ”

Hearing Lorenz talk about the lost secret technique, Mikhail's eyes widened in surprise, "If it is the Tuoba clan, it should be a long-lost mystery - the Thundering Judgment! This super secret technique is not lost in five hundred years of melee, more precisely, it was lost before the melee began, this secret technique is too demanding for the user, and it cannot be learned at all without talent and talent, and it is not a secret technique that is deliberately recorded and described at all, it can only be passed down from generation to generation." How could he, a new patriarch, learn such a secret technique that had been lost!" Mikhail became more and more excited, he couldn't believe it.

Mikhail, with his own hyperamnesia, from his birth to the present, can be said to have not been omitted by him as long as it is written. He even studied and learned ancient texts that had been lost for a long time.

So he knows more than anyone else about many things, and Lorenz even jokingly calls him a walking library.

"Everyone speculates that this melee hero Yinsha has something to do with it, after all, there are people who follow him during the melee. ”

Mikhail thought for a moment and shook his head with a serious expression, "No, no, it can't be that group of people, even if the people who followed him at that time were elites of all races, but the time was not right." According to records, he was only about 100 years old when he first appeared in everyone's field of vision, and he was about 200 years old when he disappeared from everyone's sight. But when this secret art was lost, the silver brake should not have been born. Mikhail denied everyone's speculation.

"Maybe Silverbrake learned it from his father? Ahem, haven't you always suspected that Silverbrake is a descendant of the Creator?"

Mikhail shook his head helplessly, "It has been more than five thousand years since the era of the Creator opened the era, and even the melee has been experienced four times, after each melee, the civilization technology has regressed, the secret art has been lost, the text has been updated, and the books and materials have been damaged, and now no one has a way to prove who is the descendant of the Creator." (To be continued.) )