After the sensual pleasure has passed, great sorrow follows, and if it does not fully occupy your mind, it also completely confuses and numbs you.

Loren doesn't remember hearing it anywhere, but he thinks it makes sense... At least once.

Happiness and sorrow, probably this is the concept.

After indulging in pleasures, enjoying all the pleasures that can be enjoyed materially or spiritually, and all the pleasures that can paralyze the mind, man... It's really numb, and the more you enjoy it, the more sorrow ensues, to the point where it can turn into a river.

I ate enough of my favorite food, drank countless wines, watched a movie heartily, and read a book without sleep or food... There are many indulgences, but the result is the same: exhaustion.

The end of happiness is grief, and the apex of excitement is exhaustion.

The pent-up emotions have been greatly relaxed, and instead of feeling happy, it is more like... Naturally, man becomes cold and calm, as if he is detached from the world.

It seems that there is a saying... What is it called, what pattern?

Oh, Sage Mode.

Loren, who was half-asleep, let his mind drift away, no longer maintaining absolute calm, no longer restraining himself, very casual cranky, thinking of what was what.

Isaac had laughed at his "state" more than once, and in his eyes, all human emotions were actually a part of the body's functional reactions, at least the body's initiative should account for the vast majority.

Only rational and calm thinking is the embodiment of consciousness, so wizards must maintain absolute calm, and in the eyes of most wizards, women who think emotionally are considered unsuitable to be witches, and even have a serious prejudice that "witches are devils".

Once subordinated to the body rather than the consciousness itself, humanity's low resistance to the power of the void will be rapidly corroded, devoured and even completely "transformed", turning into "monsters" or "living dead" manipulated by the power of the void.

It is precisely because of the absolute calmness and difficulty of maintaining control of consciousness that the number of wizards is so scarce that each region can be counted on the fingers.

But......

Loren was convinced that Isaac was now "indulging" in the emotions of his bodily functions, as he himself had once mocked.

The midnight wind, through the main entrance of Byrne Cathedral, echoed through the empty halls.

With the sound of the breeze shaking the curtains, the windows on both sides of the hall "whined", and the heavy doors also made a "squeak" sound, but it was not noisy at all, and it seemed a little quieter.

It's obviously winter, but whether it's the bluestone slab under the back or the statue of the Holy Cross clinging to the head, it doesn't seem to be so cold.

The clothes of the two people were scattered in front of the main altar, posing crookedly, or covering their bodies indiscriminately, and they couldn't even cover much of what should be covered, or "don't need" to cover.

Of course, neither Loren nor Charlotte were devout believers in the Holy Cross, but he was still worried about how he would explain to the little priest Weber if he found out.

I accidentally fell... It's too cliché.

After praying sincerely all night, I couldn't help but fall asleep... He shouldn't have believed it.

Stopping his cranky thoughts, the black-haired wizard slowly looked sideways, the curled up Charlotte's long hair was scattered, and he dragged it on his right arm, and the slightly trembling cherry lips made a gentle "whew", and even the eyebrows and eyes rose and fell.

She's pretending to be asleep.

But Loren didn't want to puncture, and even had an idea of "it would be nice if it could go on like this forever", although it was only a fleeting thought.

Wonderful, upright, lazy.

His gaze swept over her side very naturally, and the three words immediately drifted into the black-haired wizard's mind.

Charlotte, who is keen on dresses and banquets, may be the girl who cares most about her "body type" that Loren has come into contact with - her skeleton is actually wider than that of ordinary girls, but her slender body does not seem excessive, well-proportioned but not thin.

Symmetrical and firm limbs, round and smooth curves, thighs maintain a consistent round and full due to insistence on exercise, obviously the body can not see any "knife and axe" edges and corners, the skin is as white and delicate as satin, but contains endless explosive power.

And that's not even the weirdest of all.

Charlotte is a keen drinker, with breakfast, lunch and dinner, plus an occasional "snack" in the afternoon, at least one glass or more of wine, what to drink, how much to drink, it all depends on the mood.

That's it, her lower abdomen is still so flat and thin, and she can't feel a trace of fat when she lies on her side......

It's also amazing.

With this idea of "finding out", the black-haired wizard pushed a little harder, hoping to find some traces on the smooth and elastic skin and find out the truth of all this.

"Smack!"

The tingling pain in his arm made Loren naturally stop.

Turning her head slowly, Charlotte was staring at herself, her watery eyes were like a little lion who had been wronged, and a thin layer of cherry lips perfectly "fitted" on Loren's right arm.

"You're biting me. ”

Loren simply explained what was happening.

Glaring at him viciously, Charlotte showed no signs of relenting.

"It's all bleeding. ”

Glancing at the red on his shoulder, Loren recounted something that had happened.

So Charlotte bit harder.

"If you do this again, I'm going to call - this is the main hall of Byrne Cathedral, and it's just a corridor away from Webb's bedroom, and if I call it out, he'll be the first to react, and I guess we'll both be embarrassed, very embarrassed......"

The words came to an abrupt end, and all of them were gagged.

Of course, it would be better if there was no smell of blood, Loren thought.

In two minutes, the two ended the "breath-holding game" before each other was about to enter a state of suffocation.

"You... Do you think I'm a nuisance, too aggressive, and inconsiderate girl?" asked Charlotte, blushing and panting.

"No, not at all. Loren shook his head: "I think you're the kind who knows how to use your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and get everything you want... Girl. ”

"It's just a repetition of what I just said, and a slight change of meaning. ”

"Not at all, if you think about it, you see a lot of differences... A lot. ”

"That's what you think, right?"

"I'm not. ”

"That's what you think!"

Loren suddenly wondered how his words could contain two very different, opposite meanings at the same time.

Suddenly, a surprising thought rushed into Loren's mind.

Alas, wait, she's in... Spoiled?

With a look of inexplicable anticipation, Loren set his gaze on Charlotte's beautiful face—the frowning brow, the sword-like eyes, the reddened face trembling slightly, the cherry lips pursed, and there were faint signs of clenching teeth......

This fierce beast preyed, eager to devour itself alive in the next second, which made Loren smile slightly, agreeing with his thoughts in his heart.

That's right, definitely not!

I'm thinking too much!

Charlotte Turin, her pride, her arrogance, her self-righteousness, her rules, her customs and her traditions... It's not so much because of the education I received since childhood, but more like a struggle, a struggle against the world.

She is proud because she does not dare to be weak, let alone expose her own good side, and she has to protect her family in a low voice, once she shows weakness, the consequences will only make the enemy even worse;

envy Isaac, envy Ain for being able to have his own friends, not because she can't get it, but because she doesn't dare to fight for it - the fear of the other party's intentions and the fear of being deceived makes her instinctively refuse friendship;

As for the title of earl, the adherence to tradition and rules is not so much out of education, but more like her armor; although this set of rules is not fair to her, at least there are rules; in the face of such a doomed unfair, the so-called "fairness" has long been a luxury.

Such years of forced pride, doing everything possible to maintain the status quo, and living in fear have created the Charlotte Turin of today... The courage she showed when she really decided to stop "dreaming" and "revival" for the sake of vain "dreams" and decided to live for herself......

is what makes her most charming.

"Do you think I'm particularly ......" muttered in a low voice, and Charlotte was still asking, "Particularly frivolous?"

When asked, her face flushed slightly.

Of course, what the specific red became, Loren didn't see clearly, it was too dark.

But......

Well, it's another proposition.

"You're drunk. Loren replied cautiously.

Never answer her questions head-on, explain them in a roundabout way... This is the lesson that Loren has spent several years summing up.

Although this method is not easy to use, because Charlotte's mood is like a barometer of what she wants.

"But、But if it weren't for a frivolous girl, she wouldn't have done it under the clouds... That's right? Ain wouldn't... No. Charlotte shook her head:

"Ain, she doesn't drink at all, she won't let herself lose her mind so drunk, so impulsive......"

She was still complaining to herself, or rather tangled - the black-haired wizard could even see two "little Charlottes", one black and one white, playing hot and bright above her head.

Charlotte, who is obedient to tradition, is engaged in a final struggle to the death with Charlotte, who lives for herself.

Loren could understand what she was thinking right now, no... It should be because she has experienced a similar psychological process, so she understands the reason why she is so panicked.

It is easy to be frightened to leave the old "world" and enter a completely unknown environment, and sudden changes in temperament are light, and even a change of personality is not at all strange.

If Loren in the previous life and his self in this life are in contact, I am afraid that it will be difficult for both parties to understand each other's thoughts anymore - at least, at that time, I will definitely not be able to face life and death so calmly, face the "power" that may make me crazy at any time, and can also talk and laugh with the evil god who is obviously ill and uses his own evil spirit.

Of course, if I thought to myself at that time, I probably would be crazy now.

So Loren has no doubt that it will be "Little Charlotte" who can win the final victory.

"Frivolous or not, I'm not sure. Loren said slowly, "But I know you're brave. ”

Charlotte was still very unhappy: "I said, I said that what I said could not be ...... by changing it to a nice word."

"There is a difference between brave and frivolous... Not simply antonyms or synonyms. Smiling, Loren interrupted softly:

"From the first time we met... More precisely, it should be the second time we met, I understood how brave you are. ”

Charlotte snorted softly, seemingly disapproving at Loren's "flattery".

The haughty countess hates meaningless flattery.

On the other hand, she likes the more practical, "reasonable" kind of touting - grasping the degree is a more difficult job than defeating the evil god.

"Of course, I didn't have a good impression of you at the time, and I was even tired of coping with it to a certain extent - although I respected Leonardo, I didn't have any feelings for the Turin family, and I didn't feel like I had to do anything for it. ”

"But for you, the meaning of the Turin family and the surname is everything—I don't want to judge whether it was right or wrong, but obviously it is important to you, important enough to sacrifice your life for it. Loren whispered:

"Status, honor, title, prestige, dignity... I have never experienced such a feeling, and I have never thought that I can give so much for something that I am not living, so I dare not say that I can understand your feelings and thoughts......"

"What the hell are you trying to say?!" Charlotte was a little impatient.

"I would say that when I was choosing between the House of Turin and Loren Turin, I was completely blown away. The black-haired wizard looked at her calmly:

"Abandon the dreams you've always had and put everything in your loved ones... I can't imagine myself being so brave. ”

"I... Loren Turin... How can he be so loved by such a brave woman?"

Charlotte was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, she would be buried in the arms of the black-haired wizard, clinging to his chest, hiding a slight tremor and an irrepressible sparkle in her eyes.

The cold winter wind echoed in the hall, the darkness of the sky gradually revealed, and at the end of the horizon, the signs of the dawn were already visible.

Gently hugging Charlotte's waist, the slightly trembling body did not refuse or resist.

"It's almost dawn... In an hour, Webb would be up in bed. ”

Gently pressed to her ear, the black-haired wizard whispered:

"We're the most... There is still an hour. ”