"Dear Loren, you don't really believe what he says, do you?"

A young man lying behind the desk with his cheeks on his cheeks seemed to have guessed when Loren would return to the room, and appeared in the room the moment he opened the door, and there seemed to be some innocent tears in his clear eyes:

"Would you rather trust an outsider you've only known for a few days than your closest friend? Do you really think that sincere, kind-hearted Asrael would have a strange relationship with an old man who has not appeared until chapter one hundred and seventy-four, I mean, behind your back?!"

“...... Of course, if this 'close friend' never tells the truth, or... Complete truth. The black-haired wizard, who was not impressed by the other party's acting skills in the slightest, shrugged his shoulders as it should:

"Besides, Peter is also my friend, so what reason do I have not to believe it?"

"I'm jealous!"

Loren couldn't help but roll his eyes - it seemed that after the Mezca incident, something was not quite right with this guy, and the legendary image of the polite teenager...... It's getting different.

"People always change...... the corners of the pale boy's mouth curled into a chuckle, "whether it's politeness or appearance, it's just a tool used to win the trust of strangers—dear Loren, you should be very experienced in this." ”

"Definitely. The black-haired wizard looked at him with a sneer, "Then let me put it another way, just like the last time I was in the Woods......

How much can you tell me about the Nine-Pointed Grail?"

"Dear Loren, you must tell me one thing before that. The vampire boy's eyes shone with a strange glow:

"Do you want it for yourself, or for someone else?"

Loren's eyes narrowed slightly, silent but slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Very well, it seems that we need to continue the conversation. The young man's face once again showed a modest and reserved smile, but there was a little more greed in his expression: "Since you really want it, then I will do my best." ”

"I guess your help...... Shouldn't it be free, right?" Loren's expression still didn't change much, as if he was looking at a cunning fox who was ready to bargain with him.

"How can you say that, isn't it right for friends to help each other?"

Asrael smiled playfully, "Of course, when Asriel needs help, dear Loren, you won't stand idly by, will you?"

"When the Holy Grail appears, I'll tell you exactly where it is, and I'll clear the way for you, no matter who stands in your way!"

Even now, Loren still can't absolutely trust Asrael - for not much reason, just because his uncertainty is so high that betraying him in the next second won't make Loren have the slightest suspicion.

Of course, what anyone says may only be part of the truth, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and they will always conceal part of it.

After all, this is human nature.

"It's still that question, about the Holy Grail...... How much can you tell me?"

"Regarding this, Asrael thinks it would be better for Loren to go and see it himself. A smile flashed on his delicate face, and the young man's scarlet eyes became more and more mysterious:

"If you do it well...... Do you know what the 'truth' is ready for?"

.................. "Are you ready?"

A voice full of worry and inquiry softly interrupted Loren's musings before he noticed the small wizard suddenly appearing behind him.

The black wizard's robes were replaced by a smock and a set of leather armor - even arm armor, elbow pads, knee pads, and battle skirts...... All of them were available, the key parts were connected by fine chain mail, which slightly improved the protection without adding too much weight, and the thick linen hood hid her entire little head inside.

Although still a little thin, he was also extremely capable, and his blonde hair tied into a ponytail protruded from the right side of the brim, and his simple but close-fitting armor was decorated like a paulette.

The little wizard carried a brand-new Lothair falcon bow on his back, and the Night's Watch stronghold was full of weapons, and there was nothing that could not be bought in a place like Eberden where there was money, and a light crossbow and quiver hung from his waist, and the belt on his shoulder was stuffed with large and small potion bottles, and all of them were carefully labeled.

In addition, the left-handed "spellcaster", now Ain Rand, is already a fully armed Night's Watch assassin!

"This is a very novel design lent to me by the gentleman named Edward!" The little wizard who noticed Loren's gaze raised his left hand: "It's really Eberden, this 'wand' has gone beyond the concept of 'wand'!"

In addition to being amazed, Ain did not forget to sneak a glance at Loren, she also remembered that Loren had an identical "wand" very early on, which seemed to have been given to him by Mentor Dalton.

Could it be that this is why he was blackmailed by these people?

But Ain is Ain, neither Isaac nor Riya, she didn't open her mouth after all, she only put her doubts and worries in the bottom of her heart, and forced a smile to reassure others.

"It fits perfectly!" Loren, who also had a smile on his face, nodded, as if he was a little curious: "When did you learn to shoot arrows, I guess Mentor Dalton doesn't know, right?"

The little wizard puffed up his little chest proudly, and put his hands on his waist: "Lothair's archery skills are known to the world, especially the Eagle Hunt Fort and the Deep Forest Fort!"

"Don't forget, I'm a native of Deep Woodburg, and the Rand family is obliged to provide the Count with seventy archers, and hunting and archery are things that must be learned from an early age!"

Looking at the black-haired wizard's playful gaze, Ain, who was slightly drunk, looked away a little shyly: "Let's go out quickly, the others must already be waiting." ”

"yes, we can't keep them waiting. Loren made an exaggerated gesture: "If they are misunderstood, it will be troublesome!"

Before the little wizard could react, Loren had already preemptively left, closing the door - this was very important, otherwise it would not be some stupid alchemist who was waiting for him, but a genuine, fried lion:

"Loren Torino, you're making such a joke——!!!!!"

........................ At the end of Xicheng District, looking at the streets of the south of the city that were almost in ruins, there was still a blockade line with only broken walls left, and more than a dozen shivering patrol guards. Sighing softly, Loren turned around, clutching a brand new bottle of rye wine in his hand.

Standing behind him were the Morning Star War Dancer from the Grove of Ancient Woods, the alchemist of the Deep Grove Castle, and the Night's Watch from Gutter Lane and the Harbor District...... And, of course, there is a certain Lothair god hiding in the shadows.

These are the things he can recruit, and all the friends who can willingly step into this hellish place with him are the ones who really deserve to entrust their lives.

Of course, a certain teenage evil god is still up for debate.

It wasn't just the black-haired wizard, their expressions were equally serious, but there was no trace of fear in them, and they clenched the blades and spears in their hands tightly, waiting for the black-haired wizard to give the order.

His eyes grew brighter and sharper, like a hunter preparing to step into a dense forest.

They know that there is no turning back when they take this step, but they are still determined and believe in themselves wholeheartedly.

And I must not fail them.

The black-haired wizard who finally made up his mind raised the wine bottle in his hand: "There is a very old tradition in my hometown......"

"Okay! Say the same thing twice, isn't it numb?"

Leah, who was frowning, strode up, and the bottle in her hand was gone before Loren, who had been robbed.

Heroically biting off the cork, the female elf raised her neck and poured it down, drinking the whole bottle of rye wine in front of everyone, and the delicate clay bottle was shattered on the ground.

With a long sigh of relief, Liya, who turned her head, stared at a pair of eyes that could kill, and waved the spear in her hand vigorously:

"Let's go!"