"What do you think?"

The meeting ended in a tense atmosphere, and the Knights of the Church, Zena and Edward, who had left before and after, immediately left for their respective units to mobilize overnight and officially leave for their destination at dawn.

As soon as the two of them left on their front and back feet, Brandon, who had a stiff face, instantly collapsed in his chair like a deflated ball, tilting his head and looking at his wizard advisor decadently.

Loren crossed his elbows on the table with his fingers crossed, his dark pupils deep in thought, completely ignoring His Royal Highness.

Never underestimate a De Salion, that's Edward's exact words.

There was no doubt that all of his and Brandon's decisions and actions up to now had been expected by the Prince of Thacklan - he couldn't have known that there were three locations, but he could certainly have predicted that Brandon would choose to divide his troops.

For no other reason, Conrad must have known very well how disgusted his brother was with the Church of the Holy Cross, and Brandon, who had always been cautious, would not easily put himself in a dangerous situation.

But wouldn't he be wasting the plan in vain?and in the face of Brandon, who possessed the dragon Mirasis, what could the "assassin" do to get His Highness to leave the guards and the dragon on his own initiative?

If all this was in his plan, Connad must have been prepared.

This is the first enemy Loren has encountered so far, whose vision is as far away as that of the Master Corona, but also unfathomable

Not only that, like Rute Infinit and Corona, these real "human spirits" are not young, and their thinking ability and action ability are very low; Considering that the other party was only four or five years older than him, Loren had to give up the possibility of surviving him.

Looking at the dark-haired wizard in a state of deep thought, the smile on Brandon's face, who realized that he was being ignored, faded away. Get up, turn around, squat slowly, and ...... Threw a chair at Loren.

At the moment when the chair leg and Loren's cheek "kissed", the black-haired wizard's right hand snapped!, and the perfect "hovering spell" blocked the falling chair, and instinctively raised his left hand and grabbed the back of the chair violently.

Loren, who felt the weight of his left hand, subconsciously glanced at it, his eyes widened in surprise, and his gaze turned to Brandon: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Brandon smiled like a spring breeze, and his ruby eyes curved into crescent moons: "My Wizard Advisor, can you repeat my question?"

"Uh... Hints?"

"You really don't want to do anything with me, do you?"

“......”

It took a minute to lighten the mood, and Loren, who had not forgotten to put his chair down, shrugged his shoulders and sighed while not forgetting to organize the language:

"There's nothing wrong with Edward's proposal, and it's the most reasonable thing to do at the moment—I hate to say it, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to make a similar suggestion, and there's nothing wrong with it. ”

"But he is the Night's Watchman, a subordinate of Rut Infinit, that is, of my royal brother. Brandon hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"On that basis alone, whatever he proposes is questionable. ”

Loren chose to remain silent and did not explain anything.

The "relationship" between Edward and himself is a secret that both parties know and must never be exposed. What's more, he didn't choose to fall to himself or Brandon, strictly speaking, he was still Conod's subordinate, but he was just reluctant.

If he told Brandon directly, not only might he betray Edward, but he would also be more likely to make Brandon misunderstand his relationship with him, thinking that there were his own people among the Night's Watch and making a wrong judgment.

"But it doesn't matter if he's a lackey of the Imperial Brother—with the dragon Mirasis here, there's no way one or two assassins can do anything to me. Brandon shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and whispered with a smile on his lips, "It's still the North that is really worrying." ”

"If the clues we find are really correct, then I'm afraid that there is likely to be an apostle standing behind this invasion, otherwise it would be impossible for those low-level demons and monsters who have been distorted and transformed by the Void to have such a meticulous plan. ”

"And I've always had the illusion that I'm walking into a trap step by step - the ruins of the watchtower, the clues of the rangers, the annihilated search party... It's like you're constantly luring us into a trap with bait!"

Brandon, tilting his head, bit his nails, the smile on his face grew heavier, and the black-haired wizard slowly frowned.

It's a possibility, otherwise it's hard to explain why, up to now, they've not been able to find the exact location of those monsters.

The silence lasted only a minute, and Brandon, whose face was tense, collapsed again, and let out a long breath:

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if it's a trap or not, you shouldn't go back on your decision, not to mention... There's no extra choice, is there?"

"Anyway, since we're here, sooner or later we'll meet the Apostle—no matter which of the four evil gods he's a lackey!"

At that moment, a hint of determination flashed in Brandon's red pupils: "Tomorrow morning, I will fly directly to Cliff Mountain with Mirasis!"

Flying to Cliff Mountain?

"I'm sorry, but I have to ask......" Loren twitched the corners of his mouth, "What if you flew over on a dragon?"

Can dragons also be overloaded?

"As for you......" Brandon suddenly showed a wicked smile, "I'd love to have Miracis take you with me, but you know, dragons hate strangers very much, and I'm worried that you'll be thrown straight down from a height of two hundred meters by Mirasis!"

"So... I have to ride to Cliff Mountain?"

"No, you don't go to Cliff Mountain. ”

"What?" Loren was stunned.

"I've told Edward to go with him to the location where the search party was killed last time, and then let you and your friends sneak away. ”

And then ...... Well, when you get to Nidhogg, don't forget to help me carve a name on the monument!"

Seeing his still stunned wizard advisor, Brandon laughed meaningfully: "What, do you think I'll regret it?"

"It was a bit of a surprise. This Loren had nothing to hide, and said bluntly: "I thought you would at least wait until this mission is over before you let me go." ”

"That's right, but now that we've found the clues, I'm afraid it won't be long before we can track down that damned apostle and his army of monsters, and the most critical mission is over. ”

Brandon cocked his index finger and shook it gently: "No offense, my wizard advisor, but the rest of the work will make no difference with or without you - in the face of a large army that can destroy the fortress of Broken Mountain, the power of one person is too small!"

After a moment of calm silence, Loren nodded in acknowledgment of Brandon's statement.

"Of course, I'm not unconditional. With a bright smile on his face and his head in his hands, Brandon said, "Tut-tut" said, "I'll give you a month." ”

"Whether you make it to Nidhogg or not, the deadline is within one month, and you must return within thirty days. As he spoke, Brandon walked up to the black-haired wizard, his clear red eyes and dark eyes staring at each other:

"If you don't return or are still missing when the time limit comes, I'll assume you're dead—I'll tell my brother and Uncle Ruth Infinit that you're dead in the North, whether it's true or not. ”

"And you must promise me that if you do survive and do not return as scheduled, you must live incognito forever, and no one will be aware of your existence, and of course, all our previous agreements will be nullified, and I will not vouch for anything for your friends, but at least you will not have to worry that the Night's Watch will continue to hunt you down. ”

"Promise that and I'll let you go, my wizard advisor, Lord Loren Turin. ”

Loren's eyes burned, and his expression was more serious than ever:

"A month, good......

I'm betting with you!"