"Loren?"

The pale-faced little wizard muttered in a low voice, the corners of his eyes trembling slightly, and a light of disbelief shone through the dim sapphire, and cold sweat continued to break out of his forehead.

The moment the door was pushed open, the moment she saw the black hair and black eyes, she still thought it was just her own hallucination, thinking that she had only once again mistaken Charlotte and Luceen, who had broken into the room, for the big fool.

"Hey!"

Seeing the expression of the little wizard, Loren shrugged his shoulders a little awkwardly, waved his hand stiffly and smiled reluctantly: "That... Well... I am back. ”

The distracted Ain was speechless, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hands, but he forgot that he still held the knife and forging hammer used to carve runes in his hands;

"Bell ——!"

The black figure suddenly pounced forward, grabbed the blade with two fingers before the knife landed, put it on the table casually, got up and looked at the hesitant figure in front of him, which seemed to be in a dream, and there was not only a trace of surprise in his eyes, but also a trace of fear.

The little wizard was scared, so scared that she didn't even dare touch the black-haired wizard in front of her.

Worried that he would disappear, worried that it was just a dream, worried that it was a "little joke" that Lusen used to make himself happy......

Gently raising his right hand, trembling and somewhat cold fingertips slid across the black-haired wizard's cheeks, and the bleak dream was becoming real little by little.

"I'm back. The embarrassed Loren could only repeat one more time: "Uh... That, sorry for not informing you beforehand, mainly because ......"

"Bang ——!"

Before a certain black-haired wizard's crappy words, the little wizard who didn't say a word suddenly hugged him in his arms!

"You big scoundrel!Fool!Fool! Big fool! Why don't you just die outside——?!!!"

Before the stunned Loren could react, there were already bursts of sobbing from Ain in his arms.

"I'm sorry ......"

After a long sigh, Loren realized that this was all he could say.

I'm sorry for her, and I'm sorry for Lusen and Isaac who trust me so much... The uncertainty of the life and death of those close to him, and the pain of not even daring to accept reality, he deeply experienced it on the night of the death of the old knight Leonardo Torino.

Compared with the dead, the living is really better than the dead!

In order to be able to keep it a secret, except for Charlotte who knew a little insider, Loren didn't tell anyone about it, and from beginning to end, Ain only knew that he had an accident.

Who is the enemy, is there any danger, for what, what is the plan ... She didn't know anything, and it was the first time they had known each other.

Even if you lie to yourself like before, why didn't you tell me a word?

The teary-eyed little wizard held the black-haired wizard in his arms as if he feared that he would disappear all at once, and pressed his cheek to his chest, feeling the sound of the solid, powerful heartbeat.

That's right, it's him, he's really back... Came back alive.

It's like the one with the vampire, it's like the one in the Ancient Wood Forest, it's like the one with the Broken Boundary Mountain......

He came back alive and in perfect condition ... I even have the leisure to figure out how to fool myself.

Is... It's just wonderful.

Clutching the black-haired wizard's body, the dull sobs faded until the exhausted Al Yin fell back to sleep......

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"Lord Ain, he... Asleep?"

The gray-eyed boy who was guarding the door, the moment he saw Loren come out, he saw him make a "silence" action, and hurriedly lowered his voice and asked in a low voice.

"He or she looks like he/she has been tired from work for a long time. Loren sighed: "It's really troublesome for you during this time, no night watchman has troubled you, right?"

"Only when I left West Sacharam was I followed by two agents of the Night's Watch. Lusen nodded, as the younger brother of the Duke of Wirtz and the illegitimate son of the previous duke, the existence of the Emperor's "private soldier" like the Night Watch was also slightly heard:

"It's gone since I came to the Red Blood Castle... Of course, it could also be that they are lurking and waiting for their time. ”

Loren, who bowed slightly, didn't say a word, and walked ten steps away from the door, and only stopped after confirming that the distance was far enough for the little wizard behind the door to eavesdrop, and turned to look at the gray-eyed boy with a solemn expression:

"The vice-overseer of the Governor's Palace, Lakos, you killed him, right?"

"Huh?!"

"Don't play stupid... I can't be wrong about the wounds on those people, and the means of killing—I really don't know any left-handed person with such good skills other than you, Lusen!"

"Why are you involved with this, do you know how dangerous it is?!"

The gray-eyed boy's eyes were complicated, and he was silent without saying a word, and lowered his head.

"And if only there was one person, forget it... Let Lacus bleed, erase footprints and wounds, and an alchemical potion that I haven't fully discovered, if I'm not mistaken, it should be Ain's handiwork, but that's certainly not Ain's intention - he or she will never kill unless he or she has to!"

"Someone must have tricked you, tell me ......"

Speaking of this, Loren couldn't help but sigh: "I want a name." ”

The gray-eyed boy just lowered his head, silent with a little persistence between his eyebrows.

"Lusen, we are only here to represent Brandon de Salion this time, to maintain the alliance between the Red Blood Castle and His Highness, not to work for the Turin family!"

"It's okay to help them, that's true! But you have to have a minimum bottom line, and don't overstep yourself and put yourself on the line... What will happen to the Lieutenant Overseer who killed the Doge's Mansion once it is exposed... Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if the Turin family won't sell you, what will we do if the empire wants to track down the mastermind?!"

"You've seen with your own eyes what a horrible guy Conrad de Salion is, you've seen those scoundrels who can abandon one for the sake of profit... Trust this luxury, I really can't give it to anyone else but the people around me!"

"Tell me, who told you to do it?!"

Biting his lower lip to the death, the stubborn gray-eyed young man just lowered his head, and he didn't mean to answer from beginning to end.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Seeing Lusen's face, Loren, who noticed that this was a little out of place, waved his hand helplessly:

"Anyway, be careful... You are my friends, and I really don't want to see you being taken advantage of anymore. ”

Sensing the black-haired wizard's expression, Lusen's face changed, and he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say: "Lord Loren, I ......"

"I begged them to do it!"

A voice interrupted the two men who were talking, and there was a thick apology in their gentle voices;

A black satin long-sleeved gown with a dark blue background, white gloves and a pair of thick-soled calfskin boots, and a gold lion badge on a black background... The polite young man walked briskly up the stairs with his hands behind his back, frowning brow almost writing uneasiness directly on his face.

"First meeting, Viscount Loren Turin, and under Charles Grenwell, steward of the Red Blood Castle. The young man bowed slightly from Loren's three steps away with graceful movements:

"I'm sorry to overhear you talking, but the whole thing started because of me... If you can, I hope you don't blame Lord Lusen too much, he is also thinking about you. ”

"In addition, if you really want to be angry, please allow me to clarify that the countess does not know about this matter, and I am planning it alone from beginning to end, please don't implicate outsiders!"

Charles Grenwell... The black-haired wizard squinted his eyes slightly, the other party's surname was familiar to him - the thirteen knight lords of the Duchy of Byrne, and Grenwell was one of them!

"For my sake... I'm sorry, but you seem to be a somewhat cultured knight. A formulaic smile then hung on Loren's face:

"Please tell me also to put my friend in danger... Is that for my sake?"

"Why?!"

"Just by your last name... It's Turin!"