The mighty Gem River, which runs through the two major regions of Ebolden and West Sackland, is also the dividing line between East and West Sackland, and an important trade and transportation hub.

In other words, when you arrive here, you have basically left the confines of the imperial capital of Golovin.

Heading south along the Jewel River, taking the road from the territory of the Duchy of Elemman, entering the Duchy of Byrne to the Crimson Castle - this is the "best route" that Loren negotiated with Charlotte when he said goodbye.

It may be easier to take the plain road of East Sacraland, without the foothills of Ellemont, but it is the domain of Crown Prince Connault, and it is not clear whether the crown prince will do anything;

Moreover, Loren's "bodyguard" Lusen is the illegitimate son of the Wirtz family, and the Duke of Ellemont, Julie Wirtz, is his elder brother, and he still has the duke's sword in his hand.

It was already night, and the green banks could only see the calm river with fishing sparks and the lighthouses on the banks of the river to light the way, and in the deep night, only the stars in the dome were still shining brightly on the road.

More than a dozen heavily armed Byrne knights raised their torches in their hands, like an impregnable wall, to clear the way for the delicate four-wheeled carriage behind them.

The countess, who was sitting in the carriage, opened the curtains and looked at the queen of the royal city, who had long been far away and could only see a prosperous night scene, and sighed softly.

According to the agreement between the two parties, if Loren could escape the pursuit in time, they would meet on the banks of the Jewel River, and the group waited for him for two hours, and there was no one to see at night.

In other words, the black-haired wizard has not left Golovin until now.

The sword eyebrows were furrowed, and Charlotte's expression was very subtle.

Why was he hunted down, who was going to kill him, what was he doing it for, and for what reason, he didn't want to... Promised marriage?

Loren Turin did not give her any precise answers to all the questions.

The more she knew, the more secrets Charlotte felt about the dark-haired wizard, and no matter how much she looked at it, she couldn't seem to see the real side of this man.

Only in the court of the Imperial Trial... When she thinks about it, Charlotte is inexplicably touched, as if Loren Turin was not talking about the master of Lusac Covo, but himself.

Why do you want to know him so much, to know a guy who swaggers through the market in the name of the Turin family?

The countess shook her head and lowered the curtains, her frowning brow still unslackened...... Golovin's big gamble, he did have the support of Brandon de Salion, but he did not get married;

This alone may give their vassals a slight morale boost, but it won't be enough to deter the other counts who unite with Byrne... I want these knight lords, who are also prestigious and well-established, to obey their will......

The prestige of the House of Turin and the support of a second heir to the royal family are not enough, far from enough!

The swaying carriage could not shake Charlotte Turin's gaze, and the solemnity in the countess's eyes overflowed as if it were substance, and the delicate and soft clenched into a fist, and the green tendons were exposed.

If... If only I wasn't a woman;

If you're not a woman... Why endure such humiliation......

His eyes moved sideways, and the little wizard sitting at the other end of the carriage was still holding the curtains, staring blankly at the night scene outside the car window, and his jewel-like blue eyes were clearly out of concentration.

"Ahem. ”

Charlotte looked sideways and coughed lightly, but the little wizard didn't respond, didn't hear at all.

"Mr. Rand?"

Still no response... The main reason is that no one has ever called Al Ain that.

In the face of such an "unconscious" wizard, Charlotte was still not angry or annoyed, still elegant, straightened her chest and inhaled slightly, and her voice raised a few points:

"Lord Ain Rand?"

"Huh?"

This time the little wizard heard it, and when he turned around, he saw the countess staring at him motionlessly.

"Uh... Sorry, sorry... I'm so embarrassed!"

The panicked Ai Yin was in a hurry, and it took a while to sit down in the carriage again, and the trembling Ai Yin was really a little restless.

From Rubén Fried to Brandon de Salion, she had been in contact with many nobles, but a countess... It's really the first time.

Especially the sense of oppression that inadvertently reveals solemnity, elegance, politeness but not anger and self-authority...... It's stressful to make the little wizard.

Could it be that ... Is this the real "aristocratic woman"? A nervous Al Yin guessed, her hands pressed on her knees and her hands couldn't help but grasp the hem of her clothes.

Charlotte didn't think of it so much, but just looked at the alchemist a few more times—according to rumors, Ain Rand was far superior to Loren Turin's talent and talent, and his closest friend.

Keeping his best friends and guards by his side can be regarded as the sincerity of this black-haired wizard.

"Lord Ain Rand, there's a question I'm curious about. The countess had a serious expression:

"What is your relationship with Loren Turin?"

"Alas——?!!!" Ain was shocked.

Holding back the horror, the little wizard gritted his teeth and barely squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth: "Please, excuse me, why did you suddenly ask this?"

"Hmm, is there something wrong with my words......" Charlotte's expression made Charlotte very confused, but she didn't show it, and bowed slightly: "Please don't get me wrong, I'm just a little curious... Because Lord Ain Rand you are not nervous at the moment, and you don't seem to be worried about Loren Turin's life or death?"

and the performance in the royal trial is almost like two people—Charlotte didn't say it, but just put it in her heart.

"Worried... How can you not be worried?"

Knowing the other party's thoughts, the little wizard just smiled helplessly and sighed: "Because Loren is stupid... This guy has always been like this!"

"Always?"

"yes... Ignoring dissuasion, talking to himself, being self-righteous, and always dismissing the help of others - he has been like this since he was in the academy, how could he suddenly become a person?"

"Since the academy days......" Charlotte's expression changed slightly, "In other words, you have participated in all the adventures that Loren Turin has experienced, right?"

"It's not all – sometimes it's just a part, sometimes it's just doing something that doesn't matter. The little wizard scratched his head embarrassedly and chuckled:

"This guy is actually very narcissistic, although not as good as Isaac... But I am always very confident, and I rarely rely on others, and there are many cases where I talk to myself to solve problems for others. ”

"Irregular diet, always like to hide in the room alone and talk to himself, and occasionally have the habit of talking to himself in front of others, really a headache guy......"

The little wizard said a word, and Charlotte nodded once, and the absent-minded countess did not listen to what Ain said, but focused her full attention on herself.

Since the Academy, this alchemist has been present in almost every adventure Loren Turin has ever experienced......

In other words, there may not be a second person in this world who knows the true face of this black-haired wizard better than he or she... Slightly sideways, the countess stared motionlessly at Ayn Rand, who sighed, but hid all his worries in his words.

He or she is also the only one who can command the trust of Loren Turin... For some reason, Charlotte felt a hint of jealousy when she thought of this, although the countess would definitely admit that she was jealous of a wizard.

This person... It is the only breakthrough in Loren Turin, and it is obviously much simpler than that guy, and if you win him (her) and become your friend, you can use him (her) to influence the black-haired wizard who does not eat oil and salt, and then Brandon de Salion.

Loyalty for loyalty...... The corners of Charlotte's mouth lifted gracefully.

There's no reason why Brandon de Salion can't do what he can't... Isn't the countess of the House of Turin, Breine's Iris, still able to subdue a simple alchemist?

"Huh?"

The slightly stunned little wizard was gently clasped in his hands, and Charlotte's graceful smile was reflected in his blue eyes:

"Can you tell me a little more about the story of you and His Excellency Loren Turin?"

"Lord Ain Rand?"