This is a story that goes back thirty years, and when Loren was not a wizard, Ain Rand once told him an incomplete version. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

More than thirty years ago, Abbot Peter, of Wimpal Academy, was an aspiring wizard who came to the Duchy of Lothair with a long-prepared dream, hoping to have an academy of his own, a place where he could study freely and without constraints.

Too unrealistic at the cost of almost no chance of achieving it - in the Principality of Lothair, where the Church is strong, there is little room for wizards to gain a foothold. It was at this time that the Night's Watch found Peter.

With their help, the Abbot cleared out many of the monsters that had entrenched the duchy for many years, and succeeded in convincing the Duke to give him the castle of Wimpal. And the vampires in the castle were also captured under the siege of this group of "wizards" who were proficient in combat. Although it was not killed, it also became a rare research material for the night watch.

They did not "kindly" help the Dean to establish the Academy, but rather used the Vimpal Academy as a nail buried in the Duchy of Lothair - the Academy on the surface could be a cover for them, explaining some of the magical signs that appeared during training, and even a place to conduct some special research and train new members.

Peter was well aware that there was a price to be paid for achieving his dreams, so he chose to remain silent and turn a blind eye to what the Night's Watch was going to do.

As for the Dean's apprentice, the young Dalton Candle showed his talent early on - in the course of his research on vampires, he created his first high-level spell, "Beyond Perception". Over the next thirty years, this spell made a qualitative leap in the power of the Night's Watch!

Dalton Kander became an important member of the Night's Watch, serving the Night's Watch for twenty years, until more than a decade ago, when he returned to Wimpal Academy, which had been abandoned by the Night's Watch, and became a tutor in the Academy.

"I'm sorry, but I'd love to ask a question. Loren, who looked a little puzzled, raised his eyebrows and asked his mentor, "Since the Church has such a huge influence in the Duchy of Lothair, why do they still bury nails here?"

"It is precisely because of the size of the church that it is all the more necessary. For this "stupid" topic, the black-robed wizard didn't bother to pay attention to his apprentice at all: "Where there is a lamp, where is there no light?"

Under the lights, of course...... Loren reacted immediately, shrugging his shoulders a little ashamedly: "What about you, since you know that they are so dangerous, why do you want to join them?"

"You know this better now than I did back then, and I reminded you, aren't you still here?"

Dalton Candle sneered sarcastically: "When we make a choice, we never really understand what the price is!"

Loren thinks deeply that people are always lucky, whether they can really succeed or not, before they really face the cruel reality, they will have a little bit of confidence, as if they can float on the surface of the water with just a straw.

But that's not the case with me, and now I know very well what the price to pay is. In the face of Rut Infinit's threat, there are not many retreats left for him, let alone ...... There's no reason to say no outright, isn't it?

Should he stay with Leuven Fried as his wizard advisor until one day he will be given the title of "Duke Wizard Advisor", or will he try to see if he can get more out of another organization that is clearly more powerful?

In this respect, Loren prefers the latter.

"How much do you really know about the Night's Watch?"

"Not much, they never let anyone know much. Dalton shook his head expressionlessly: "The only one who knows the whole truth should be Root Infinit. ”

"Uh...... I thought he was just an old friend of yours. ”

"Still the leader of this generation of Night's Watch. The black-robed wizard glanced sarcastically at his apprentice, apparently Loren had asked another stupid question - if he wasn't the real ruler, why did Root Infinit make a price on Loren?

"All I know is that their power is spread throughout the Empire, and there are Night's Watch and spies everywhere. For money or something else to serve them, and there are countless strongholds. The former academy was only one of their strongholds in the Duchy of Lothair.

As to who the Night's Watch was really working for, only Root Infinit knew - perhaps the Empire as he said. After all, such abundant financial, material and human resources are not at all something that a certain duke or lord can support, and there is no need.

Maybe there is no such thing as a loyalist, but only a lie he has made up, and the only one who the Night's Watch is really loyal from beginning to end, Rut Infinit!"

.................. It's almost two quarters of an hour.

In an inconspicuous corner of the tavern, a slender hooded figure hid behind a noisy crowd, and emerald eyes were fixed on Rutte Infinit, who sat at the table, never leaving for a moment.

I don't know if the "night watchman" who is being targeted by me is still leisurely drinking ale, and whether he is still toasting to the drunkards around him, as if he is a regular visitor here, and he can't see any vigilance.

Of course...... The thin lips under the hood showed a faint smugness, as if he was very confident in his means of concealing his traces, this ordinary person, who was old and heavy on alcohol, could not find himself at all.

From the Ancient Wood Forest, to the Deep Grove, to the small villages and towns outside of Wimpal College, to this remote countryside. Leah followed Loren's trail all the way to here, and even reached Gumwood before him.

Although Loren has hidden his tracks as much as possible, the black-haired wizard who is in a hurry can't really leave no clues after all. And in front of Leah, a war dancer who is proficient in hunting and hunting, these clues are simply more conspicuous than road signs.

As for why it was in the tavern...... On such a rainy day, can a female elf who has nowhere to go have a second place to rest?

Just now, Leah finally decided on her goal - although she didn't hear what Loren was talking to this guy about, the black-haired wizard did show murderous intent towards this guy, only to give up at the last minute and go to the upstairs room.

The man must have been threatening him with his mentor, so Loren didn't do it, and the elf was sure of it.

Although he had traveled for several days, he still had the old wounds from the expedition to the Eternal Night Forest. But at this moment, Leah was like a longbow ready to fire, and the short knife hidden under the robe never let go.

Wait, wait, Loren must have gone to save his mentor, he can't be impulsive. The fierce-eyed female elf waited patiently, waiting for the moment when the opportunity appeared.

Putting down the wine glass and tapping lightly on the table, Rut Infinit seemed to be measuring the time, smiled and pushed away the tavern owner who had refilled his glass, and walked in the direction of the stairs, calmly looking like an old nobleman.

Well, now is the time!

The female elf deliberately waited for the man to walk up the stairs before following him, and the pointed ears hidden under the hood twitched, hearing his footsteps clearly, calculating the distance between herself and the other party, and then followed unhurriedly.

pushed away the crowd around him, and at the same time sent away two drunkards who wanted to find trouble. The elf, hidden under the cloak, walked up the stairs. The money-hungry tavern owner didn't put an oil lamp at the top of the staircase, and the moment she walked up to the second floor, the whole environment suddenly darkened.

The corners of Leah's mouth curled triumphantly, such an environment was more favorable to her - the war dancer could determine the position of the other party by the sound of footsteps, and the human in this world who could hear her footsteps had never appeared so far!

The figure was ahead, walking steadily towards the depths of the corridor. The elf followed, the dim oil lamp flickering in the dark hallway, the shadow of the burning fire swaying on the wall, and with each flicker, Ria was a little faster.

The figure stopped, and Leah also stood behind him, the short knife in her hand stabbing at the heart without hesitation.

Die!