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The cold moonlight smeared Dalton's robes with a layer of silver, making his stiff face even more invisible: "He's my apprentice." ”

"But I didn't affect your authority. Peter, still smiling, pushed his glasses: "I'm just showing some concern and giving some appropriate help." ”

"But he doesn't deserve it, Abbot Peter. The darkened Dalton Kander stepped forward quickly, his hands behind his back: "We have an agreement with him, I will complete everything above the agreement, train him to become a qualified spellcaster, in exchange for his service to the Academy, but that's all!"

"You're doing superfluous things, and I know better than you - he's never really going to see himself as a part of Wimpal. Dalton's tone was extremely certain: "Whatever you want to give him, he doesn't deserve it!"

"I guess you knew from the beginning that they couldn't make it, right?" Peter asked helplessly, "so you just stood by and let them give up?"

Dalton didn't say much, but it was tantamount to acquiescing to the other party's statement.

"Wouldn't it be any good to try to think of Loren Turin as your true apprentice, and then think about it? Did Isaac Grantham work with anyone before, or did Ain Rand do that for something?"

"Whether you admit it or not, he has already had an impact on your apprentices. Dalton Kander, try to believe in him, isn't his life in the service of the Academy enough for you to trust him?"

After a moment of silence, Dalton still shook his head: "I can't believe him. As for his influence on Isaac and Ain, it was only because it was more beneficial to him - he was using them, from following Ain to the Academy, to getting the high-level spell of 'Transcendent Perception' from Isaac, and this time, it was all evidence. ”

"I will give him what he deserves and reward him for his contribution to the College. But as long as I'm alive, he won't want to usurp anything from here that doesn't belong to him—and I won't really consider him my apprentice!"

"Dalton ......"

"Lord Dean, please remember what is hidden in our academy!" Dalton interrupted Peter's words directly, and for the first time a nervous look appeared on his cold face: "Please don't forget what the consequences will be if you are found out - if you really care about the survival of the academy!"

This time, it was Peter's speech.

"I'm just doing what I can to protect the Academy and you. Dalton turned his back to the old man: "We are always under the watchful eye of the Holy Cross Church, and caution is always necessary!"

The silent Peter stared at Dalton Kand as he walked away quickly, and let out a long sigh of helplessness, his eyes struggling.

...... Pushing open the wooden door of the laboratory, Loren looked at the not-so-large room with some curiosity - the long case in the middle took up most of the space, and was filled with alchemical tools of all sizes. On the right side of the long case are three crucibles of various sizes, and on the left are bookcases and material boxes, all kinds of strange things.

In the center of the long case was an object that resembled a dagger, which had been dismantled into three parts: the blade, the hilt and the counterweight ball, and there were some small parts piled up on the side, and Loren could only roughly tell that it should be a screw-like part.

The little wizard lay down intently beside the long case, intently carving runes into the silver-plated blade - not even noticing that Loren had walked in.

However, this did not surprise Loren, although he had not had much contact with alchemy, but he also knew that the difficulty of carving runes was definitely no less than that of mastering a spell thoroughly, requiring the wizard to maintain an absolute connection with the spiritual temple, and even a slight fluctuation in his heart could lead to failure.

Not only that, but in fact, most alchemy products need to be matched with runes to have an effect, and the level of the final result is almost always reflected in the alchemist's hand "shaking". Considering that the vast majority of alchemists don't care much about exercising their mental strength, an alchemy product with a perfect rune seal carving process is becoming more and more precious.

But what really caught Loren's eye was not the work of the little wizard.

Usually he wears that wide black robe almost all the time, "hiding" himself in it, and he is always the little wizard who looks like a thin little apprentice, as if he will be ignored as long as he is not careful.

And now standing in front of the long case, capable and full of confidence, is the real alchemy genius, Ain Rand.

The long blonde hair was tied into a single ponytail, leaving only a few "unyielding" strands of hair curled up on the top of the head, and the wide robe on the body was replaced by a much slimmer long-sleeved jacket, which made the slender figure look more and more pleasing to the eye.

Although I had never seen Ain care, the soft and fair cheeks were still very delicate, and a pair of somewhat wide black-rimmed glasses were framed on the tip of the small nose, making the sapphire eyes hidden behind the lenses smart and bright, and even a little more wise.

Loren, who was leaning on the bookcase shelf, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, waiting without any hurry, or admiring the "scenery" in front of him, after all, it was rare to see a small wizard with this appearance.

It was a long time - maybe three quarters, maybe five quarters. Ain, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, was like a vigilant cat, as if he noticed a slight voice behind him, and inadvertently turned his head, only to find that Loren was always smiling at him.

Then he immediately froze, and a red of shame surged up on his face: "Loren, you, how, when did you ......"

"Sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your work, nothing else. Smelling some kind of "danger", Loren quickly remedied, stepped forward and bowed his head apologetically, saying, "But it looks like you're done?" Changing the subject is always one of the best solutions.

"Uh...... That's right!" The little wizard who was stunned for a second immediately nodded: "There is only one last step left, and it can be assembled, which will probably cost ...... Y-What are you looking at?!"

"Nothing, just a little curious, and of course it might be a bit abrupt to say that. A smile tugged at the corner of Loren's mouth: "But if Ain is a girl, I'm afraid all the apprentices in this academy will fall under your pomegranate skirt." ”

"Really, what nonsense! What the hell are you thinking?!" The color of shame stained Ain's ears red, and he looked left and right in a panic: "Wizards will never accept female apprentices, this has been a rule for hundreds of years, even Isaac that fool knows that witches only bring misfortune and disaster!"

So what are you nervous about...... Loren could only smile in his heart, and his smiling face was still unpretentious and sincere: "I just want to praise two words, after all, even girls are afraid that they will be jealous of you." ”

"Inexplicably, why should girls be jealous of me......" Although it was still talking about it left and right, but this time the little wizard was not as strong as he had just reacted, and his red face drooped down, as if he was going to hide it in his chest.

It took a lot of effort to turn his attention back to the work in his hand, Allen, who breathed a long sigh of relief, and picked up the delicate dagger in his hand with some trembling: "I, we...... It's done. It's really, really done with it!"

It was a weapon unlike any other—a thin, sterling silver-plated blade carved with runes, and a solid bronze-wrapped handle large enough to hold in both hands. It looks like a delicate ornament, completely devoid of any lethality.

But if it's held by a wizard, it can turn into a blade that sharpens iron!

It was not the work of any one master swordsmith, nor was it made of some kind of unique meteorite ore, but an alchemical product created by gathering the wisdom of three wizard apprentices and using the power of the void.

"I can't wait to give it a try. Loren firmly but slightly excitedly took the "lightsaber" from Ain's hand.

"Did you name it?"