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After a moment of hesitation, the black-haired wizard did not give an answer, but made a compromise decision.

"Yes, I'll give you a night's time. Verstelno did not object, and gently shook the small brass bell on the table: "Please rest here tonight, I have asked them to prepare dinner for you." ”

"You're so polite. Loren thanked him "sincerely".

The door was pushed open, and a gang of crutches with a tray of food entered, and after respectfully putting it down, he left the room after Verstelno.

"I hope you have a nice time here tonight, Lord Ain Rand. Outside the door, Verst Noppy smiled slightly: "Besides, I need your answer tomorrow morning." ”

"Of course. Lo replied with a smile he deserved. It wasn't until the door was closed again and the other party's footsteps faded away that the smile on his face gradually turned cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Although the sound was soft, the faint sound of footsteps could still be heard on the floor. There should be a lot of people in ambush around this room, but they are all some distance from themselves, and there are no guys who are behind the wall and eavesdropping on their own words.

Because you're a wizard, you're worried about what precautions you'll have, or do you just feel like you've got yourself in control and don't worry about anything you're going to object?

Sneering and shaking his head, the black-haired wizard stepped aside and pushed open the window of the room, only to find that there was nothing outside. Subconsciously looked sideways at Loren, but found that a certain teenager was already sitting in his place, picked up a knife and fork and began to eat.

"Hmm...... Although the place is in tatters, I didn't expect the food to be quite good, and there is actually wine and ribs. ”

Dressed in a small dress, he didn't forget to wrap a napkin, and shook the wine glass in his hand in enjoyment, letting the fuchsia wine sway in the glass: "I can't remember the last time I drank wine, it's really nostalgic." ”

Loren squinted his eyes, this guy's body is a vampire, and ordinary food is no different from sand and mud in his mouth, that is......

"Dear Loren, don't look like you've guessed something. The blood-red pupils opened slightly, and the young man's delicate face smiled playfully: "I'm just a little emotional—as a wizard, your life is really shabby." ”

"I'm really sorry for the lack of hospitality!"

The blue tendons on his forehead almost jumped out, and the black-haired wizard sat opposite the boy with his eyes glared, and before he could touch the wine jug, he was stopped by Asrael, and said without raising his head:

"Don't touch it, it's already poisoned. ”

Loren's expression became serious again, and he listened intently to the movement outside the room, and the footsteps seemed to become a little disordered, but he did not mean to approach the door.

"It's not a lethal poison, but it can give you intermittent numbness in your hands and feet, or a violent cough. Chewing vigorously on the ribs in his mouth, the boy carefully "tasted": "It seems that there is some kind of special taste, probably a symptom of migraine." ”

Clearly, Vansteno wasn't unprepared for himself - could there be a more dangerous situation for a spellcaster than a migraine?

The casting of high-level spells is a very rigorous and dangerous process, and even the slightest mistake can lead to a failed spell and a fatal end!

"It's really hard for this Mr. Vansteno to think about me everywhere. ”

Sighing softly, there was a sneering sneer on Loren's face.

"It seems that even he himself is not a small character. The young man took a sip of wine lightly, and said with an intoxicated expression: "Although it is very weak, there are indeed traces of void power on his body.

I can't say for sure exactly what it is, but he probably has some kind of alchemy item or something in his hand, maybe not much worse than your 'Bright Silver' - of course, it could be some kind of very special spell.

After figuring this out, are you still going to accept his terms?

"It's not possible, it's a trap from the start. Loren shook his head, his expression as if he was thinking, "He knows very well that I'm looking for Isaac, so he gave me a reason why I had to come - there is no such thing as pie in the world, and it can't be as simple as a deal." ”

"You're not going to promise him, are you?" Asrael was stunned and looked at him puzzled, "It's too risky, dear Loren, it's not your style. ”

"No, if I don't know what he's going to do, it's called an adventure. ”

The black-haired wizard shook his head: "But since you have already guessed his next plan, then there is no risk - not to mention, this Lord Verstelno is very useful, why let it go now?"

Since coming to Ebolden, I have always been in a state of black-eyedness. There are simply no reliable or absolutely trustworthy sources - Ariel Corona, Birdlaire, Van Steno...... All those who help themselves either have ulterior motives or are ready to trick themselves.

The only one who can be trusted a little bit is the "great-grandfather" Robert Freiswalker, but this old man doesn't seem to be willing to meddle in his own affairs, and if he asks for help, he will most likely be rejected.

What Loren desperately needs now is an adequate source of information, an organization that can help him find out and gather information - for now, there is no better person than the Crutch Gang.

If you can successfully subdue the Crutch Gang, you can get a powerful enough source in the south of Ebolden, and even a stable source of money, a base that can hide you, which is really a lot of money.

"Accept the Crutch Gang?" The young man's expression seemed to hear something interesting: "Could it be that you are going to be a gang boss...... It's still really your style. ”

"No, I think we can do something more interesting. Loren laughed playfully, "We can try to prop up a guy and make him the boss of the Crutch Gang - since I'm going to be a bad guy, which one do I prefer behind the scenes?" ”

"Oh...... I'm so confident. Asriel shrugged his shoulders and sighed with a "pretending mature" smile, "That Mr. Van Sterno is still alive and well, what are you going to do with his property - aren't you worried that he will kill him?"

"Then I'll give him a little more confidence and let him be sure. ”

As he spoke, Loren picked up the already messy plate, walked over and knocked lightly on the door.

............, "Boss Vestno, that wizard has eaten all the dinner!"

Sneaking into the room, the smiling dogleg said to Vansteno, who was sitting by the window smoking a pipe, "There is really nothing left, and I have eaten it all." ”

"Did he react then?"

Verstelno's gloomy face was very cold, and his eyes were hidden in the drifting smoke: "For example, ...... Something tasted wrong or something. ”

"No, not at all!"

Looking at the dogleg's impatient expression, Vansteno, who had received the answer, narrowed his eyes, and his natural caution made him hesitate a little - was his little trick discovered, or was this wizard not as cunning as he thought?

No, it's not enough insurance, you have to make sure it's safe.

"Go tell that fool in the Copper Plate Regiment to send a few more men and let our men blend in - make sure nothing goes wrong, we're dealing with the 'grown-ups' who will find it tricky, and any caution is necessary!"

"So, what if it fails?"

As soon as the words came out, the dogleg wanted to slap himself immediately - this was Boss Vestenau's plan, how could it fail?!

"The world is unpredictable, it is true...... We can also miss. ”

There was no anger in Verstelno's tone, but a very mysterious smile: "What if we fail? It's very simple - we just need to abandon that 'Lord' and work with His Excellency Ain Rand." ”