“...... Your Excellency Loren Turin, do you know what you're talking about?"

Murderous intent appeared in Ernst's pupils as he squinted, and his sluggish tone bit almost every word, like a sword hidden in a sheath:

"Repeat, I'll kill you. ”

Loren did not hesitate to speak: "Tell His Highness Connad that if you don't pardon him, I will ......"

"Bell ——!"

A silver glow flashed in the dim firelight, and the old jailer standing behind him had just grown his mouth, and the cold and piercing long sword had already pressed against the throat of the black-haired wizard, and a faint coolness seeped into the collar.

The tip of the blade had pierced the skin of his neck, no more, no less.

"Tell His Highness Connad that I will not leave here if he is not pardoned. Loren looked calm, and there was no fear on his cheeks.

Long silence......

The middle-aged knight did not speak, nor did he withdraw the blade of the sword that had passed through the iron fence and pressed against Loren's throat, and the old jailer standing behind him clutched the lamp as if he were carrying a sword, ready to rush at any moment.

"You don't dare to kill me. ”

A hint of disdain flashed in the corner of the black-haired wizard's eyes, and he deliberately learned Ernst's tone and said, "And... I knew exactly what I was talking about. ”

"If I'm wrong... The sword is in your hand, and you can try it. ”

The atmosphere in the dungeon was becoming more and more tense - the only person who could stop Ernst was the old jailer, but the old jailer would never have time to stop Loren Turin before he was stabbed in the throat with a sword, and the descendants of the Turin family seemed to be quite sure that Ernst would not dare to touch him.

Where did he get the courage?!

Damn, shit, shit...... The young man behind the wall was getting more and more confused, and he had to do something, whether it was to ease the atmosphere or break the dead silence, he had to do something to make Ernst put away his sword!

This is not to save the bastard next door, but because he is the only one he has now, the only life-saving straw that can be held in the palm of his hand, and it is his last hope to live.

When the envoy to Ellemont returns, His Royal Highness Connaud, who has no worries, will definitely not think of a second time and hang himself directly!

"If you think that the identity of the descendants of the Turin family will allow you to run amok in the fortress of Broken Boundary Mountain, then you are really wrong. ”

Ernst said indifferently, and the right hand holding the sword did not even tremble in the slightest: "The respect for the 'Black Duke' Roland Turin is only a bit of 'respect', and the current Broken Boundary Mountain is not a hundred years ago - even back then, the Black Duke did not let the Turin family get the slightest privilege here." ”

"Don't let your arrogance tarnish your surname, Lord Loren Turin. ”

In the face of the middle-aged knight's warning, the black-haired wizard didn't even have the slightest expression on his face, just stared at him faintly, and the silence invisibly revealed a bit of contempt.

This time, Ernst's face was really blue.

The young man behind the wall tensed his heartstrings, and his right hand holding the jug even broke out in a cold sweat - the opportunity was only for a split second, and if he hadn't struck Ernst in the head at the same time as he stabbed his sword, he would have been dead.

The young man really didn't want to do this, because the fate would definitely give His Highness Conod more reasons to kill himself, and his future in the Broken Mountain Fortress and the Legion was completely ruined, but if there was a slight hint, there was a slight chance of survival......

He's not ready to give up!

"For the sake of His Highness Brandon and the 'Black Duke', I'll give you another chance to choose. ”

In the back of the firelight, Ernst's expression was completely hidden in the shadows:

Loren Turin...... Are you leaving, or are you going to hell?"

Promise him, get out of here! The young man shouted desperately in his heart, "Damn, for the sake of the Holy Cross, will you forget about me first?"

If you die here for interceding for me, wouldn't I die too?!

At that moment, a subtle smile flashed at the corner of Loren's mouth, and he said softly:

"Tell His Highness Connad that I will not leave here if he is not pardoned. ”

The suffocating silence is as long as the end of time......

The young man gently put down the wine jug in his hand, and even showed a smile on his face in despair and despair, and began to slowly recall that his life had been considered smooth, in fact, there were so many happy things that he didn't even notice, and even fantasized about being promoted step by step, and one day becoming the commander of a certain legion......

He was now convinced of only two things - first, that the guy named Loren Turin was dead.

Secondly, he is also dead.

Ernst stared at the black-haired wizard's face and didn't withdraw the sword in his hand, but he didn't stab him in the throat either.

"Why don't you let His Royal Highness Crown Prince Conrad de Salion decide this matter. Loren raised his eyebrows slightly:

"I know why he let His Highness Brandon come down to Broken Boundary Mountain, and now I have a very critical piece of information!"

The silent middle-aged knight flicked his wrist, and the cold blade slapped on the jaw of the black-haired wizard:

“... You'll regret it. ”

............................................................

Ernst didn't lie to him.

Ten minutes later, Loren and the young man behind the wall were thrown by the rough legionnaires into a place more like an interrogation room than a dungeon, with cold chains locking the two men to the leaky masonry walls.

It was only then that Loren really saw what this "illegitimate son of the Wirtz family" looked like.

Dark blue hair with short sideburns, silver-gray eyes, fair complexion, and ...... Overly immature face and thin figure.

The other party's height was as high as his chin, which made Loren completely overturn his previous judgment - this guy is at most twelve years old!

"What kind of eyes are you?"

Faintly aware of the "weird" expression of the black-haired wizard in front of him, the illegitimate son of the Wirtz family and the youngest flag leader in the empire, Lu Sien, raised his eyebrows unhappily:

"Are you so surprised to see what I look like?"

"I have to admit that I was a little shocked. The black-haired wizard, who didn't deny it, shrugged his shoulders: "By the way, I'm still curious... How did you become the flag leader?"

"What do you think? Just because I'm young, I must have been a family member who went through the back door of the Legion, or did you think Connaught de Salion was a 'guy who likes to play in the back' and let him go through my 'back door'?"

An almost incomprehensible expression appeared on Luceen's handsome face, and he rolled his eyes incomparably.

The only problem is that this expression appears on a teenager's face, which is too ghostly.

“......”

"This is the Broken Mountain Fortress, where the Empire's most elite legions are stationed - here, everything depends on strength and level, as long as you can make three hundred recruits and veterans listen to you with all their hearts, as long as you can put down the fools who dare to challenge you ten thousand times, who cares who is who you are!"

"Even if you're a woman, they can treat you like a man! First of all, you're not a 'play in the back', do you? I wouldn't mind making friends with you, but ...... You get the idea!"

Very good... Pushing back the second conclusion, this guy is not an "overly precocious young man", but simply a bad character.

Loren, who had been silent for a long time, smiled slightly:

“...... Amazing, amazing. ”

"I know I'm amazing... Damn, is that the point right now?!"

Lusen, who had just raised his head with little pride, immediately roared excitedly—although his roaring appearance was even less lethal than that of a small wizard:

"Tell me, how do you know that Deputy Commander Ernst didn't dare to kill you?!"

After being stunned for a moment, the black-haired wizard chuckled:

"I don't know. ”

"You don't know?!" Lu Sien's expression fully explained what it meant to be unbelievable: "Then you still dare to confront him in front of him, don't you want to die?!"

"Wait... That's not quite right, it's probably 'I'm 50% sure' that Ernst won't kill me. Loren smiled and shrugged, "Besides, I'm also very sure that I can at least dodge the first sword." ”

"And what if he kills you?!"

"It's a gamble, there are wins and losses, and it just so happens that I'm the one who wins, and that's it. "But even if he chooses to kill me, it doesn't mean he wins—I still have a backup, although there will be... Very bad result. ”

The head of the Young Banner stared at the black-haired wizard with shocked eyes, and his chapped lips trembled for a long time before he slowly spoke:

"So... You gambled your life to save me?"

"It's not without a price. Loren indifferently curled the corners of his mouth: "You still have to find a way to Nidhogg for me, otherwise the two of us will die." ”

Lusen's throat twitched, and he raised his head slowly, but very resolutely, and looked at Loren Turin with extremely solemn silver-gray eyes:

"Whatever the end, I owe you my life, Lord Loren Turin. ”

"Uh... If I were you, I wouldn't say that. ”

"What?"

"I just proposed an alternative, remember?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"Well, it's nothing—putting all the blame on you, telling Ernst that I'm being blackmailed or something, and I'm not thinking about it. ”

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