The little wizard who wept bitterly lay in the arms of the black-haired wizard, and Loren, who couldn't say a word, didn't know what to do except pat her on the back gently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the matter of coaxing people, his ability and experience are infinitely close to zero, or even negative.

In fact, when Loren first mentioned the "Rand family", just by Ain Rand's expression at that time, he guessed what it was, but it was just inconvenient to say.

Dalton once said that the wizarding profession has been buried with many secrets since the day it was born. The secret hidden in the heart of every wizard is a taboo in their heart, even an untouchable scale.

In order to remain sane in the face of the void, any wizard must hide what can most touch his emotions, and avoid being driven mad by the endless illusions and falsehoods.

And the easiest way to defeat a wizard is to uncover his old scars, dig up his most embarrassing black history, and make him completely insane.

Therefore, even between two wizards, no matter how good they are, they will never reveal their privacy to each other, let alone deliberately probe each other.

All Loren could do was crouch near Vesalius Rand and wait for the little wizard to come to his door. If she could resolve the problem herself, then she would never do anything - even if the fat man was killed, he would have a way to hide the past for Ain.

In his "Notes", Ain Rand has a much higher priority than Reuven Fried, and this fat man named Vesali Rand is even more insignificant, if it weren't for Ain himself, he wouldn't have looked at him more.

The little wizard wept, and there was pathos in the dissonant trill. His shoulders gradually stopped trembling, his blue eyes were covered with dust, and he completely lost his former demeanor.

"Are you better?" asked Loren tentatively, but the girl in his arms did not answer him. The black-haired wizard who opened his mouth chose to remain silent, lest he say something wrong.

"You've been outside the door all the time, haven't you?"

The little wizard asked with a crying voice. Loren paused for a moment, and squeezed out a wry smile on his face: "You found out all this?" I'm sorry, I promised ......."

"Thank you. The voice was subtle, but Loren heard it. Ai Yin, who calmed down, clutched Loren's robe tightly with both hands, and leaned her little head on his shoulder: "...... Thank you so much. ”

"It's a gesture. ”

After hesitating for a moment, looking at Ain Rand, who had returned to normal, Loren, who sighed, still decided to tell her: "I know it's not appropriate to say this now, but after tonight, I'm afraid the Rand family will ......."

"Will you be arrested by the Earl?" The little wizard, who was too calm, didn't even have the slightest expression on his face, shook his head slightly: "It's okay, you just do what you have to do." ”

"All I want is to take the surname my mother gave me and live on my own - as for this 'family' that has been bleeding pus from head to toe and prospering by looting other people's wealth, if it is really going to decline, then let them fall. ”

Not for the greedy and fat-headed patriarch of Vesalius Rand, or for the family that had never given her any favors, the little wizard had no affection, but only anger at the fact that they had hurt themselves and their mother.

Looking at Vesali Rand on the ground now, Ain couldn't even feel the slightest hint of hatred in his heart.

This is simply too strange, it is because of him that my mother has come to a dead end, isn't it? And he was also sold to Vimpal Academy by the other party, and even when he was sold, he used to be stupid to think that the other party was really thinking about himself.

This greedy viper can abandon his family for the sake of land and money, and even sell them to strangers as if they were property, full of fat but timid like a mouse.

But now in the eyes of the little wizard, he is just a mouse, and he is not even worthy of hatred.

Yes, I'm not the same person I used to be, I'm an alchemist, I have Wimpal Academy, I have Mentor Dalton, Isaac Grantham is the pretentious guy, and ......

"What's wrong?" Loren, who was faintly aware of his gaze, turned his cheek sideways, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

"No, it's okay!" replied the little wizard with a stunned expression, hanging his head, not wanting the big liar to see his current expression.

The two men in the hallway seemed to be avoiding each other, always silent, but always with an expression of wanting to say something to each other.

After calming Ain and sending her back to her room, Loren finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the little wizard's door with complicated eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then turned away.

"You really don't understand the mind of a girl, my dear friend, you are completely missing the opportunity. ”

The young man in the black and red dress sat on the edge of the window, hugging his shoulders with a helpless look: "Obviously, Asriel has tried his best to help you fight for the opportunity, why is it so wasted?"

"Now is the time when her mind is at its most vulnerable, when she is most defenseless. If you grasp it right, you can even do whatever you want - tomorrow will not be such a good opportunity, seize the opportunity!"

"Don't you understand? I couldn't have put it more simply - push open the door, hug her, and tell lovely Ayn Rand how much she means to you, and that tonight will be your lucky day!"

"I don't understand. Loren shook his head expressionlessly: "Are you finished?"

"Alas...... Asrael shook his head "pretending to be old", and the young man's delicate cheeks were full of disgust: "So it's never that women are too changeable, but that men are too stupid." Even Asrael can tell that she really wants you to come in with her. ”

"Why don't we make a bet?" My dear Loren, that little girlfriend of yours is hiding behind the door now, just knock lightly......

"The granary matter is settled, right?" Loren interrupted him directly, "I don't want to find even a single incriminating evidence by then." ”

"They're all lying in there—but rest assured, they're safe now, at least until they're discovered by the Earl. The somewhat sullen teenager spoke, "This is your first request. As a friend, how could Asriel not help?"

"You're not without sweetness. The black-haired wizard sneered and shrugged his shoulders very seriously.

As a young vampire, Asriel's body doesn't have a high thirst for blood, but it's not impossible. The blood of adult humans is the best source of food for vampires.

The fire outside the window faded and was completely extinguished. The dark night, which had been dyed orange and red, finally returned to its original tranquility, and only the gray snow and drifting smoke and dust were still telling of what had just happened.

But that's enough, the fire in the granary has attracted enough attention, especially for those who have been hiding in the shadows for a long time, and now is their best chance to do it.

There is no shortage of people in this world who think they are smart - when they see an opportunity, they never think of the trap set by the other party, they only think that they are smart enough and lucky enough.

In fact, the more the other party exposes their weaknesses, the more dangerous it becomes.

Not only Ruben Fried, but also Loren himself was about to run out of patience, and he was no longer ready to continue to play with these nobles, but to solve all problems once and for all.

These lords of the countryside have never left their fiefdoms, they have never seen the vastness of this world, and they are so stupid as to accompany others to play "fighting landlords"?

Loren, with a cold face, turned around and went to the castle staircase, and met the two knights of the guard: "Your Excellency Loren Turin, Lord Count is waiting for you, the murderer who set fire to the granary has been found!"

The black-haired wizard who stood firm raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a slightly playful smile.

"Thank you both. ”