It was dark and Isaac Grantham woke up early.

Like all "real" shamans, he abhorred sleep, a "physical necessity" and meditation could restore mental fatigue but not physical ones.

For him, sleep is the equivalent of "a mind full of wisdom and inspiration" to suspend thinking for six hours, plus two hours without absolute concentration – even a rough estimate is equivalent to wasting a third of a lifetime's time, which is simply unacceptable.

Of course, in Isaac's eyes, the so-called "real wizard" is probably only himself within the scope of the whole empire.

But today, he has an urge to go straight to sleep - preferably the kind of "wake up, it's the third day".

Fear is a strong repressed emotional experience when faced with a dangerous situation, wanting to get rid of it and being powerless, and the specific manifestations can be excited, angry, panicked, excited, and painful......

In any case, it was one of physical and conscious instincts, and Isaac was no stranger to it, not to all wizards who had come into contact with the unspeakable power of the Void.

But the excitement, the panic, the excitement, the pain... This is the first time that these performances have occurred at the same time.

Even though he grinned all night, even to the point that his whole face was stiff and twitched, he still couldn't suppress this unexplained fear.

Isaac finally understood the reason why he had no six gods - because now he didn't even know what he was afraid of.

Stunned, he raised his head and looked at the unfamiliar figure in the mirror.

The ivory cardigan with lapels and long sleeves with intricate thorn patterns on the cuffs and buttons, an amaranth shirt with bright gold tassels and a one-shoulder cape on the right shoulder, and flat hands are covered under a pair of fawn skin gloves that fit perfectly in the palms.

A simple belt lined the hem of the trench coat, and simple chain-buttoned leather boots supported the calves with the heel, with a cloak and a slim trench coat, the branch-like figure was very straight.

It's not like you anymore.

Isaac had always understood the need to dress up – he could understand the connection between clothing and feudal social hierarchies, and he could understand that humans, a "visibly degenerate" animal, needed clothing to protect their overly fragile bodies.

But he just couldn't understand the connection between being dressed and being "pretty", just like Lena de Salion, who was most beautiful about her thoughtful facial expressions, and didn't see her covering her face with all her clothes.

What's more, if it's all blocked, how can you tell if it's good-looking or not?

Taking a deep breath of the cold morning mist, I don't know if Isaac is relaxing or refreshing, or both, only his face can still recognize it as his own.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a knock at the door.

At the moment when Isaac turned his head, a beautiful figure had already broken in directly, and the two eyes swept towards each other almost at the same time.

Then both of them froze at the same time.

I froze for a while.

"You, you... You, you, you, you ......" stared at the girl in front of her in a dark blue dress, let go of her hair, and took off her black-framed glasses, and Isaac, with straight eyes, stuttered completely.

The long red hair, like the waves of the sea, is scattered, and the "dead fish eyes" that usually hide behind the lenses have become enchanting and abnormal at this moment, sacrificing people's souls.

"Holy Cross... You're beautiful!"

One sentence made Lena smile.

"It's not my best, but you're really beautiful—I just thought of a hundred and twenty-five words to describe you, plus sixty poems to describe what you look like, really! But I can't pronounce any of them now, because at the same time, more than a thousand other yellow jokes and evil thoughts have rushed into my consciousness!"

Isaac, trembling all over his body and his eyes straightened, said this long passage at great speed: "You can never imagine how powerful willpower I am now to suppress my almost irrepressible evil thoughts!"

“...... I understand. ”

Slightly stunned, Lena's tone began to rise with the corners of her mouth, and she approached step by step with her hands behind her back, until her hot eyes met Isaac's, and until the cheeks of the two people met.

Up to the bright red cherry lips, leaning against the ears of the already sluggish megalomaniac:

"It's like you can never imagine how much I want to use a whip to tear your clothes to shreds now!"

After saying that, Lena looked at his straight eyes with a smile, and bit her lower lip lightly:

"That's what 'evil thoughts'... What do you say?"

Isaac, sluggish, nodded desperately like a pet dog.

Lena laughed out loud.

The two who were originally nervous are not nervous at the moment.

That kind of calmness is like the indifference after everything is put down.

Lena de Salion, she never imagined that she would one day decide her own fate.

As a side branch of the royal family, her fate was arranged almost from birth - the treatment of an honorary earl, the ability to travel almost anywhere, the sycophancy of the nobles......

Don't worry about lack of food and clothing, don't think about tomorrow, treat money like dung... The price to be paid for all this is the absolute control from the Heavenly Dome Palace.

All members of the royal family were forbidden to participate in any work, and received a sum of money each year from the Heavenly Dome plus the output of their own estates, and men were allowed to serve in the army, while women had to accept "all arrangements".

To put it more directly, His Majesty the Emperor in the Heavenly Dome Palace has absolute personal control over all members of the imperial family, which can be described as life and death - as long as the Emperor speaks, all decisions against the imperial family can ignore the imperial code.

So when Conod came to the door and asked her to cooperate with the church and the nobles to "trap" Loren, Lena agreed without hesitation, because she did not have any capital to fight against the next emperor who could kill her.

But the result of the incident was completely beyond her imagination.

She stood here, with the person she loved in front of her, and the passage to the wedding scene behind her - she could walk out and complete a wedding with the person she loved, in front of all the attention.

This is not a "trick" of fate, it just so happens that for the first time she chose to fight against her own fate, although the process is close to survival, but the result is beyond her imagination.

Even in the best outcome Charlotte could imagine, she couldn't believe that she could be blessed by a bishop to marry Isaac Grantham in the eyes of countless people.

A wizard.

Of course, what she didn't know was that the guy in front of her was even more surprised than her.

"I used to think, even not so long ago... I'm not going to get married, I'm not going to have children, I'm not going to be in another person's bad mood. ”

Isaac, blushing, stammered to himself, "It's a waste of time for me to understand women's thoughts, and until I met you, I thought I would only bother with one thing in my life, and that was the truth." ”

"I was wrong, I was very wrong - I don't know when I felt that way, but the moment you just walked in, the moment I first said I liked you......

"I suddenly felt... I felt that the fate and future of this world were irrelevant, and I found that I no longer cared about putting the wizards of this world on the right track, about unlocking the veil of truth, and about whether or not I could go down in history......"

"I have you, what else do I need to care about?"

This—This is really......

Looking at the overexcited megalomania in front of her, Lena's eyes flickered, blinking desperately to hide the luster that was about to overflow.

"So... Am I the bad girl?"

"Of course you're a bad girl, and I'm so bad I can't describe it... You're a goblin!" As if deaf to himself, Isaac spoke faster and faster:

"Otherwise, why would I have completely lost my mind now, and said so many unashamed things - frankly, if it wasn't for the morning, I would have wanted to say more unashamed things to you, and do many, many unashamed things!"

"You have turned a calm and rational mind into a beast in estrus, you are simply unforgivable!"

Lena opened her mouth, wanting to laugh but crying, but finally pursed her lips and stared at him with burning eyes: "In that case, then go to hell with me, a female goblin, wizard heretic!"

"Well, first of all, which hell is it - full of flames and torture instruments to punish the dead, or is it absurd, full of estrus beast fantasies, used to show the ugly desires of human beings? You know, I'm leaning towards the latter ...... right now."

Before the words fell, Isaac, who was rambling, was suddenly stunned.

"What's wrong?"

The abrupt pause made Lena stunned.

"Two... That's right, why didn't I think of it, why didn't I think of it?!" Isaac's eyes widened, with a look of sudden realization:

"Lena, remember what I told you about the original design theory of the Lightsaber that originated from a high-level spell of the Azorean elves?"

The eyed girl nodded.

"I've been trying to design a simplified version of the 'Lightsaber' that can be promoted, following Loren's idea - if you compare it, it's probably the difference between a ballista and a crossbow. ”

"But I was wrong, these two looked very similar from the beginning, but they were two completely different things - I was misunderstood by Loren's words, how can I design a woman according to a man's standards?!"

"This should and must be a completely different weapon, it is different from the real Kyaukkasaber, and it definitely does not require a simplified version of the 'Kyaukdaber', it ......"

The words stopped abruptly, and Isaac's pupils shrank suddenly.

"So... Is it for this purpose?"

Lena blinked, didn't speak, and waited for Isaac to say the answer himself.

"He's not just trying to create a new weapon, he's going to start a new model - yes, once this weapon is created, Byrne, who has a large number of wizards, will be able to produce them in batches, and the status of wizards will naturally be enhanced, because traditional armor and bows and arrows will be vulnerable to it......"

"So, Loren doesn't just want you to design a 'simplified' version of the lightsaber. Lena tried to understand, "Is he hoping to improve the social status of wizards through this process?"

"Raise the status ... That's right!" Isaac's eyes lit up, "If I really designed it and promoted it as a whole industry......

"Then you can change the status of wizards, because only wizards can design and transform the more powerful and practical 'Lightsabers'!" Lena continued: "This weapon will change the pattern of war, and whoever has more lightsabers and more power will be able to defeat the other side." ”

"It's like comparing who has more knights now!"

"We can change... No, it's making history!" Isaac roared out with excitement.

Before he could finish speaking, he picked up the inkwell from the table next to him, and without parchment, he lay down on the ground, and without a pen, he snatched Lena's turquoise brooch.

"First of all, the order of the runes must be changed, since there is no need for such a huge supply of void power, then it is enough to shrink it to two three-layer magic arrays......"

"The design of the new Kyauksaber doesn't have to be as perfect as the real lightsaber in this simplification... No, it has to be perfect, but it should be that kind of minimalist beauty, changing it to a few parts that can be disassembled seems feasible, and it should be tried back and ......"

“...... If you don't give up the high-level spells altogether, as long as you reach the power level, the low-level spells are actually enough... No, no, once you abandon the most rigorous sequence and replace it with four or five low-tier spells, the failure rate will increase dramatically......"

Looking at Isaac lying on the ground almost crazy, Lina, who was standing silently next to her, did not say a word, and watched quietly with her hands behind her back - as if watching a painter paint and a dancer dance.

Until the third figure, this silence was broken.

"What are you doing?!"

The little wizard in a hurry found that the door was not closed, so he broke into the room directly: "The ceremony will start soon, why hasn't it yet... What is this?"

"You're here just in time, come and help!" Isaac, who didn't raise his head, lay on the ground, panting: "I've found the crux of the problem, the small light-flashing lightsaber must have a completely new design!"

"Brand new design... What are you talking about, isn't it already done?"

"No, that's not going to work! Haven't you got the point, we're going to have to start from scratch instead of making a miniaturization!"

"Can't this kind of thing wait for the ceremony to end......" The little wizard with an impatient face looked at the "pictures" all over the ground, and was suddenly stunned: "Wait, this... You're right, it's a brand new design......"

"Of course it's a brand new design, it's something that's never been seen before!" Isaac turned his head to glance at her, "We're going to get rid of that goddamn long-eared elf's preconceived notion and make our history!"

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