Blank walls, no light sources and no light, but no sense of darkness at all... It was empty, but it didn't feel monotonous at all, and he raised his arms, but he didn't feel the presence of his body at all.

Because this is the spiritual temple of Loren.

As his consciousness gradually detached from his body and moved into the spiritual hall, the appearance of the whole world gradually began to change before his eyes, from the shape of the substance to the existence of more symbols.

This feeling is very free, very free, and there is nothing to limit one's consciousness after being separated from the body, and the whole world seems to be laid out in front of him like a map, a work of art, for him to observe.

But this feeling is also very unreal and illusory; consciousness that is separated from the body is equivalent to completely exposing oneself to the void, losing its restraint and restriction and also losing its protection; once the consciousness goes beyond the scope of the spiritual temple, there is a danger of being driven crazy by the huge amount of information.

Feeling his unrestrained body, the black-haired wizard slowly walked to one of the white walls, raised his right hand and gently pressed it, and on the rippling wall like water, a magic array appeared that occupied the entire white wall.

The complex pattern, specially divided into two layers with light purple and blood red, looks like two ring locks, exuding an ominous meaning.

Even through the magic array, the black-haired wizard could feel that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind it, staring at every movement of his palms and every change in the expression of the corners of his eyes.

It... You're looking forward to breaking the shackles, aren't you?

Since unlocking the second valve, those "eyes" never seem to have left for a moment, staring at themselves like shadows, waiting patiently, waiting for the moment when they can no longer suppress their desire for power, waiting for the moment when they are forced to open it......

"Do you want to open it?"

The voice of lazy words sounded from behind him.

Elegant and calm, with a childish cunning.

The black-haired wizard's movements froze slightly, and when he looked back, the young man with blond hair and red eyes in a neat little dress and a smile on the corner of his mouth was tilting his little head, silently poking his head, looking at him with a hint of grievance in his eyes.

"My dear Loren, the first thing you did when you returned to the Spirit Hall was not to say hello to poor Asriel, but to come and see something so dangerous, what a ......"

As he spoke, the blonde boy frowned slightly, and he couldn't bear to look at it from his heart: "Even if poor Asrael can bear it in his heart, he can't deceive his body, and his heart is like a knife!"

"Body, wasn't your vampire's body already torn to pieces by the 'Black Cross' Serol in the Silver Helmet Mountain three years ago?"

Rolling his eyes, Loren couldn't help but complain: "Even if it's still there, aren't vampire hearts the same as the living dead, and they can't beat at all?"

"Dear Loren, this is a dramatic description that expresses your unique place in the heart of poor Asriel. ”

In the blink of an eye, the grievance on the young man's face immediately turned into a flattering smile, and the corners of his mouth rose like a crescent: "Of course, there is no need to say much about this kind of thing - it is unique, and it is equivalent to Loren Turin in Asrael's dictionary." ”

What an honor.

Pulling the corners of his mouth, the black-haired wizard turned around and pointed his thumb at the "magic array" behind him: "Since this thing is so dangerous, then why did you 'egg' me to master it in the first place?"

"Because sooner or later, dear Loren will need its strength. ”

Slightly retracting his smile, the blonde boy folded his hands on his lower back: "Sooner or later, you will encounter an enemy that you can't compete with on your own, but you have to face." ”

"Serol?"

"Yes and no. Asriel shook his head lightly, his expression suddenly a little stunned: "If you want to face the Black Cross, dear Loren needs another kind of strength... Just opening two valves is not enough to compete with Serol. ”

Another force... Do you want to open the third valve?

Loren couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"That said, but... If you can not turn it on, of course, it is better not to use it. The blonde boy who smiled again changed the topic extremely bluntly:

"Like this time, dear Loren, you've really impressed me again - truth be told, in that case, Asriel really thought that you would be unable to suppress your thirst for power and make a very big decision. ”

The black-haired wizard didn't answer, just crossed his arms and looked at him silently with a playful expression.

It's been three years... Every time this topic is mentioned, the evil god boy in front of him will be like a frightened rabbit, and he will hurriedly change the topic.

So far, Loren has really figured out that only opening the two valves is not enough to defeat the Black Cross, because the "Black Duke" and the Valkyrie Brunhilde have already tried and failed.

Blinking with pure, flawless, wide-eyed eyes that seemed to be able to speak, the blonde boy looked at Loren in confusion, as if wondering why he suddenly didn't speak.

I almost forgot that what this guy is best at is pretending to be stupid.

Holding back the desire to roll his eyes again, the black-haired wizard coughed lightly, "I have two questions. ”

"Just ask, dear Loren. With a sly smile, Asriel's tone was very light: "As long as poor Asriel knows, he must know everything." ”

"The first, about the relationship between the Azorean elves and the evil gods... Is there some kind of relationship?" Loren didn't bother to pay attention to his "tone":

"Is the 'existential righteousness' they talking about related to some evil god... Is the Azorean Elven Kingdom on the other side of the Misty Sea similar to the existence of the four evil gods in the north of the empire?"

"Huh?!"

The scarlet pupils widened, and the blonde boy was stunned: "Why is Loren... Do you think Asrael knows these things?"

"I don't know, I'm just asking. ”

"It's a pity, then, because poor Asrael doesn't know, but ......"

The blonde boy suddenly smiled, "Loren, you seem to have forgotten something—space and time for the evil gods in the void... It's all pointless. ”

"In the future, I may be able to meet you in the past, and what happens in the present may be due to a coincidence in the future... The Void is such a place—so for two completely different worlds, what does the distance from each other count?"

"It's like... Well, some boring third-rate like, the so-called divine twist and deep foreshadowing may just be some crappy writer who suddenly remembers a previous unintentional stroke. ”

But in the eyes of readers who don't know all this, it becomes a wonderful chapter of the thousand-mile volt line. ”

Loren looked at Asriel, who was smiling slyly, in a daze.

Very good, neither admit nor deny, said and not said the same.

"Second question. The blonde boy blinked, "What is it?"

"Brunhilde. ”

The black-haired wizard snorted lightly and said helplessly: "Byrne's Valkyrie Brünnhilde has the same name as the first queen of the empire, that is, the last dragon queen. ”

"And then?"

"I wonder if it's a coincidence or ......"

"It's not just the same name?" Asrael took the words with understanding, and said with some meaning: "You may have asked the wrong person about this Loren, and it is not poor Asrael who really understands this, but a certain annoying prince. ”

"So... I asked you two questions, and you didn't know any of them?" the black-haired wizard blurted out.

"No, no, dear Loren, it's not what you say. The blonde boy spoke leisurely, "Poor Asriel didn't tell you anything, but told you everything you could have known. ”

"Many of the truths of this world are too vicious for dear Loren to come into contact with in advance - poor Asriel is not some imposter lady, and protecting you will always be Asriel's first duty. ”

"And what exactly do you have to tell me?"

"Now?" raised an eyebrow, Asriel smiling as usual:

"Now... Dear Loren, it's time for you to get up. ”

The fair-skinned right hand arched its middle finger and flicked it lightly on the black-haired wizard's forehead.

..........................................

"Isaac, you megalomaniac, how many more times do you want me to repeat this?!"

In the black-haired wizard's ward, the little wizard with a flushed face stared at Isaac in front of him, and desperately lowered his voice and screamed: "Loren, he is out of danger and is now recovering-why don't you believe it?!"

"Oh, maybe some self-righteous alchemist deceived himself into thinking he had cured him?" retorted Isaac Grantham unceremoniously:

"I'm sorry, but as a wizard, I value the results of my experiments, and what I can observe now is our mutual friend and apprentice, and there is not even the slightest sign of waking up!"

"I said, he's recovering through sleep – it's the instinct of the human body!"

"I'm sorry, but please tell me what is the difference between deep sleep and coma for this wizard who doesn't know anything about 'Ain Alchemy'?"

"You... Of course, his body's reactions, his heartbeat and the amount of void remaining, as well as his breathing rate and ......"

"So, you're judging whether our friend is alive or dead by the data written on paper?" interrupted again unceremoniously, Isaac deliberately rolled his eyes:

"Also, in the eyes of your alchemists, the world is probably made up of data - as long as it exists theoretically, it actually exists - your shallow IQ probably can't tell the difference between theory and practice!"

"You ......"

"What am I, I said it wrong?" Looking at the little wizard with a flushed face, Isaac snorted impatiently: "I was a little happy when I saw you come and complete my top masterpiece of the Kauksaber, I thought you really became more like a wizard!"

"Now it seems like I'm thinking too much, an alchemist is an alchemist, and a wizard has an essence... Oh, Holy Cross his grandmother's, Loren, are you awake?!"

"yes, ahem, ahem......"

Under the gaze of Isaac and Ain's shocked eyes, the black-haired wizard with a wry smile struggled helplessly to sit up, coughing again and again:

"Sorry, I'm too tired so I slept a little longer... Why, didn't bother you?"

"Excuse me, what bother—no, no, I'm complimenting our amazing alchemist, Lord Ain Rand!" Isaac shook his head desperately, turning his face faster than he could turn a book:

"Dozens of days, sleepless and outstanding work, not only allowed the Floating City to complete an ultra-long-distance endurance, but also completed our common super masterpiece 'Kyaukkasaber', which is simply a model for alchemists, it is simply ......"

"Well, I think rhetoric is actually very weak in this kind of place, anyway, Loren, you also saw it, right-the power of the light saber, and its range, isn't it particularly wonderful and pleasing to the eye?"

yes, you almost beat me up.

The black-haired wizard who forced back a smile glanced at the little wizard next to him, and Ain, who was sweaty and blushing, subconsciously avoided his gaze and turned his head.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at the two of them, as if sensing something, "What, did something happen that I don't know about?"

"Alright, let's get out of here!" The little wizard who couldn't stand him anymore grabbed Isaac's sleeve and dragged him out of the door: "I still have to make a potion for Loren, you can only make trouble here!"

"Add to the chaos, how can I make a mess? Even if I want to make a potion, I can give you a few suggestions and find fault with it, such as ......"

"Get out!

"Okay, okay, I'll go out, I'll go out!" Isaac shrugged his shoulders, and Isaac, who had an exaggerated expression, was still a little reluctant: "What are you angry about, I'm not ...... Huh?"

Just as one foot was about to step out of the door, Isaac suddenly froze.

The next second, he withdrew his foot and carefully closed the door, staring at the little wizard's face against it.

"What are you going to do?!" said Ain.

"It's nothing, Ain Rand, there's something I want to trouble you......" twitching his throat, and Isaac had an indescribable expression on his face:

"You... Can you repeat the word 'megalomania' again?"

"What's the matter, megalomaniac?" the little wizard thrust his waist and snorted dissatisfiedly, "After all this time, I finally feel that this word hurts you?"

But Isaac didn't speak, he froze in place, his expression motionless as if he had been coated with glue, and his whole person froze.

Looking at his expression, the black-haired wizard with a confused face finally reacted, staring at Ayn Rand in shock.

That's right, he found out.

If it weren't for Isaac's reminder, Loren, who had long been used to it, wouldn't even notice the faint change.

The voice-changing potion that Ai Yin usually uses to disguise his identity actually ......

Lapsed!