This is the third time Loren has come to Gumu Town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold rain of early spring turned the already not sunny sky with a layer of gray. The icy rain soaked the black-haired wizard outside the tavern door, revealing a pair of obsidian-like pupils under his hood, staring at the sign outside the door that was still swaying in the breeze.

It was nearly evening, and there were few pedestrians in sight on the deserted streets, and the foggy and rainy days had made the tavern's business much better, at least there was a warm fireplace and blankets under the eaves, and a glass of malt wine to dispel sorrow.

"Are you really sure that the guy waiting for you is here?" Asriel asked, standing beside Loren and hugging his shoulders, "That little priest doesn't seem to have told you where he is, right?"

"He's already told me, but he doesn't notice it. Loren said lightly.

It's not hard to guess that the other party is here—at least for Loren. The Priest met Dalton Kander in Gumu Town, and before he set out, he received news of the Mentor's disappearance, and the gentleman came to him the same day to tell him to relay the news of his Mentor's disappearance.

More than three times is no accident, and Loren never believes in any accidents.

All that's left is to ask about the recent appearance of new faces in Gumu Town. It's a very small village, and there aren't many outsiders or caravans at all, and even one more outsider would be abrupt. As long as you look carefully, you will definitely be able to dig up the traces of the other party.

And if you can't find it...... That illustrates two things. First of all, he was very good at hiding and rarely traveling, and secondly, he definitely did not leave, and at the same time he was in a place where a crowd gathered, so that he could avoid the sight and determine whether he was present.

At this point, Loren has a natural disadvantage, the black hair and black eyes are too eye-catching.

As for the tavern, he had visited the town once during his first visit to Gumu Town, looking for clues about the ghoul incident. It is also the only decent tavern in the village.

Clenching his left hand lightly, he always wore the "caster" glove on the way and never took it off, while the "bright silver" was pinned to the buckle on his right waist, and he could reach out - in such a crowded tavern, a long weapon like the "heart of the tree" was very impractical, and he might have been killed before he could swing his staff.

"Your spiritual temple hasn't fully recovered, and I probably won't be able to help you now. The young man reminded him "kindly", and his scarlet eyes glanced at Loren beside him: "If it's like last time, I'm afraid you'll die directly." ”

"Some confidence in me, aren't we friends?" The black-haired wizard curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Having said that, I don't expect you to help every time, and I'm a little worried about whether you will take the opportunity to do something that you shouldn't do." ”

"It's heart-wrenching, we're the closest friends. ”

"I think that watching out for each other is the most important thing to do between two 'close' friends. Loren smiled kindly at Asreel, "After all, who could have guessed that the other party would suddenly betray him?"

“...... You're getting less and less cute, dear Loren, I still miss you a lot. ”

The boy sighed in disappointment. There was a playful smile on the delicate face: "But now that I have more grace and confidence, it really adds a lot of color, and it can also be said to be 'a different kind of charm', right?"

Completely ignoring him, Loren walked straight to the front door of the tavern, followed by Asriel into a black shadow, and a black-feathered eagle with blood-colored eyes appeared steadily on the black-haired wizard's shoulder.

Ignore the drunken or flushed tavern regulars around you. Loren, who had found a random spot, pushed away the unconscious drunkard, snapped his fingers at the tavern owner, and placed the silver coin on the table.

"Your ale, Master Wizard. The tavern owner took the silver coin and put the wine glass in front of Loren as if flattering: "Is there something you came to Gumu Town this time for?"

"Meet a friend. The black-haired wizard smiled slightly, and the tavernkeeper didn't ask any more questions, weighing the silver coins in his hand and walking away.

The dull yellow liquor swayed gently, looking unusually beautiful in the dim candlelight of the tavern. Loren picked up his glass and drank it down the rim.

The cool touch seeps into the throat, but it is a warm taste from the chest down, and even the body that is wet with rain does not seem to be so cold.

By the time he had drunk all the ale and put the cup back on the wooden table, there was already one more person on the other side, smiling and looking at himself.

The brown curly hair and temples were already a little gray, but there was no beard on the cheeks, and a leather coat and robe, with a black background and a good silver buckle belt, made this man look unusually energetic and majestic, especially against the background of those golden pupils.

It's like a flare of the sun......

The other party didn't seem to mind Loren looking at him as well, and even drank the ale in the cup with great interest, waiting for Loren to speak first.

"In Lower Loren Turin. The black-haired wizard took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said "enthusiastically", "I don't know who you are......"

"You know exactly who I am, and you've been looking for me all the time. He smiled even more, but didn't take Loren's hand: "Isn't it, Dalton Kander's apprentice?"

"Where is he, mentor?" Since the other party made it clear, Loren also spoke directly.

"In Lower Rut, Infinit, an old friend of Dalton. He also said "enthusiastically": "As a wizard, isn't it more sincere to shake hands with your left hand?"

In an instant, Loren, who had not yet reacted, was "grasped" by his left hand, and the black-haired wizard's pupils suddenly shrank, and then immediately returned to normal.

On the other party's left hand, there is actually an identical "spellcaster"!

That's interesting, Loren's eyes narrowed slightly...... It seems that what the mentor didn't tell him was more than just his identity.

"Since you're an old friend of your mentor, why would you do such a thing?" Pulling back his left hand, Loren looked at him coldly, "Did you tell me where he is now, or did I find a way to pry it out of your mouth?"

"You don't have to worry, he's safe now, he just can't move freely. Root didn't pay much attention to the threat in Loren's words: "The room upstairs in the tavern...... Well, it's the one you've been to, the one who died a mercenary. ”

It seems that the other party has indeed investigated himself very carefully, and he even knows exactly where he has been. Loren rubbed his hands lightly and stared intently at the golden eyes of Lu Wen.

"You have only answered one question from me, Your Excellency Ruth Infinit. Loren continued, "What exactly do you want?"

"Of course it's you, Lord Loren Turin. Levan picked up the flask on the table and took the initiative to fill it for Loren: "I believe Dalton Kander never said what the 'spellcaster' in your hand means, right?"

"This is not just a special 'wand', it represents a glorious community, a vow that can only be ended by death, a responsibility that needs to be maintained for the rest of one's life - and your mentor, Dalton Kand, was once a key member of this group. ”

Ruth Infinit's expression showed a bit of nostalgia: "When he was about the same age as you, he was once our best wizard, completed many very difficult tasks, and even saved my life!"

"And this is how you repay your savior now?" Loren asked sarcastically, "put him under house arrest and blackmail his apprentice?"

"I wouldn't do it if I could, but the situation doesn't allow it. Rutte shook his head regretfully: "I need you to do something for me, and I must guarantee that you will agree, so I will make this decision!"

“...... Do you want me to do something?" Loren's eyes narrowed, and his sarcastic smile grew even brighter, "Are you blackmailing?"

"If you're willing to say yes, then not. Rout smiled and raised his glass and greeted Loren:

"And I suggest you sell yourself for a good price!"