"We can't afford to wait any longer. Loren is still in prison, we have to find a way to get him out!"

In a guest room of the Broken Mountain Fortress, the little wizard who had forced himself to calm down suddenly sat down and stared at Isaac who was still absentmindedly flipping through the books on the other side.

For a moment, Ain even thought he was back at Wimpal Academy, where she, Loren, and Isaac spent each long, short day and night in Mentor Dalton's tower.

But the howling of the north wind outside the window told her that these were just her own conjectures under excessive nervousness.

"You're half right. Isaac, who was flipping through the book, replied without raising his head.

"Half?"

"Of the two of us, you're the only one who wants to get Loren out of prison. Isaac said indifferently and shook his head: "It's not me." ”

"Isaac Grantham ——?!"

The little wizard's expression looked very shocked, and his blue eyes were already lit with anger, as if he was meeting the guy in front of him for the first time.

"It's still the same as always......"

"What did you say?!"

"As always, when it comes to Loren, you lose the sanity and calm judgment that a wizard should have, lose control of your emotions and become very unstable. ”

"I ......" Ai Yin, who was speechless, froze, her face was red but she still refused to bow her head:

"I don't want to be taught a lesson by a guy who just lost control of his emotions and got into a lot of trouble!"

"You're right, I got out of control and made a serious mistake. Shrugging his shoulders, Isaac's expression was as calm as ever, and there was a little unhappiness: "I have to admit that Loren behaves more like a wizard than a genius like me - although I... Very reluctant to admit it, but it's true. ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Ain Rand, your sluggishness and stupidity in mood swings, and your apparent mental retardation, make me feel more and more like you and witches!" Isaac rolled his eyes, very dismissive:

"Do you think Loren Turin deliberately provoked the veteran, by using the 'duel trial', which is obviously a problematic way to solve the problem, and that he was later provoked to refuse to give in in front of the crown prince or the prince of Rausch...... Was it all an accident?"

The little wizard showed a look of obvious surprise, and even ignored some of Isaac's "mean remarks":

"You mean...... Did he do it on purpose?"

"Perhaps, but it looks more like there is fearlessness—not just because of the Brandon and his dragon, but because of Loren's own identity that qualifies him to be fearless here. ”

Isaac sighed, "He's a Turin...... Ain, do you know what this surname means to the Broken Mountain Fortress?"

"I know a little about the Black Duke, Roland Turin, and the Holy Maiden. The little wizard frowned: "But it's all in the forbidden area of the wizard's tower, and the only legends about Roland outside are the part of his final fall and judgment by the church." ”

"Even so, the Black Duke's influence in the Broken Mountain Fortress is still deep-rooted - as long as he bears this surname, no one dares to harm him openly. ”

Isaac struggled to pick words, seemingly desperately trying to find the most appropriate adjective in his head:

"Anyway, what he did today could have been part of his plan, or it could have been the result of Loren's improvisation, and in fact I would have preferred the latter, for he might have guessed that he would be provoked, but it was unlikely that he would know everything without a prophet. ”

"But...... Even if it was really planned by him, it would not be surprising - it is not impossible for the soothsayers of the school of prophecy to say, 'The world is a great net, and if you see the trembling threads and the unpredictable direction of the wind, you can see the future'. ”

The little wizard looked at Isaac in front of him, who was calmly explaining, and couldn't believe what he had just heard.

After half a ring, she slowly trembled and spoke:

"Isaac, you are ...... Where did you learn this?"

The genius who has always been conceited has a calm face and a flat look:

"You think that a withdrawn, boring, conceited, and especially selfish person like me shouldn't understand these people's sophistication, right?"

"I'm not ......," Al Yin bit her lip.

"You guessed it. Isaac shook his head irritably:

"Even now, I find this stuff boring and disgusting. Those who calculate, plan, speculate on other people's ideas, deliberately curry favor, and set up almost ...... It's like falling into a big mud pit called 'The Sinister Heart'!"

"But... I'm sure Loren doesn't like that either, and he's helped me many times, and so have you, Ain, and you've all made some sacrifices, compromises, I mean... We are friends, and friends always have to give to each other, and that's what the word 'friend' means. ”

"I know I'm selfish, I'm not very likable, and I don't want people to like me, but just watching others sacrifice for themselves and then enjoying it with peace of mind......"

"That's too selfish. ”

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

"In which cell is His Highness Brandon's wizard advisor locked in?"

The middle-aged knight in a robe, the deputy commander of the fortress, Ernst, looked coldly at the respectful old jailer in front of him: "Take me to see him, immediately." ”

Of course, the old jailer did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly opened the door of the dungeon, and walked in front with a lamp to guide the middle-aged knight.

The sound of the hurried iron boots echoed in the stairs of the dungeon, and the black-haired wizard resting against the wall was immediately awakened, and the cold wind blowing into the dungeon caused the fire outside the cell to sway like a devil's hideous dance.

The next moment, a familiar figure blocked the light of the fire and stood outside the pitch-black cell. Loren, who squinted his eyes, looked at the other person's figure, and the expression that didn't seem very happy.

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, we meet again. The middle-aged knight Ernst looked at him coldly:

"It's just that I didn't expect it to be in the dungeon, and it seems that you didn't take my warnings seriously. ”

"I didn't promise you anything, Your Excellency the Deputy Commander of the Fortress. ”

Loren's face was still a formulaic smirk, and he looked at Ernst without flinching: "I didn't come to say 'hello' to me, did you?"

The expression of the deputy commander of the fortress was very ugly, and there was even a faint surprise - he didn't even expect that His Royal Highness Connad would really compromise and accept the "blackmail" of his brother Brandon.

That's right, that's blackmail. His Royal Highness Brandon saw that his brother couldn't refuse him at all now, so he put forward so many unbelievable conditions to force him to agree to himself!

For the sake of the Boundary Mountain Fortress and the survival of the empire, His Highness really gambled everything......

"I am here to carry out the will of His Highness Conrad. Ernst spoke in the coldest and murderous tone:

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, in your capacity as Deputy Commander of the Fortress of the Broken Mountains, I declare that you... Free. ”

“...... Huh?"

Loren was almost swept by the waist.

"It means that you can leave now, and no one will stop you when you get out of prison. Of course......" Ernst squinted, "If you want to leave the Broken Mountain Fortress, no one will stop you either." ”

"Right now?"

"Right now. ”

"But I was only locked up this afternoon!" the black-haired wizard had a look of disbelief.

That's fast!

"Then we can only hope that you have learned your lesson. Ernst frowned:

"I don't think it's possible, but... Forget it, we'll leave together if you're ready. ”

For a moment, Loren's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement - although I don't know why, there is no doubt that someone or a certain group of people must have put pressure on His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connaught.

"Wait. The black-haired wizard had a smug smile on his face, "I can't leave yet." ”

The squinting Ernst had a murderous look in his eyes, and his words were extremely slow:

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

"The one in the cell next door. Loren stared at Ernst and said without flinching, "Do you know?"

He knew that the young man behind the wall was desperately pricking up his ears to listen.

"The flag commander of the Second Banner Regiment of the Fourth Legion, the illegitimate son of the Wirtz family, Lu Sien, a deserter. Ernst said in a deep voice, "Is there a problem?"

"Yes. Without the slightest hesitation, Loren stood up and grabbed the bars of his cell, sparks flashing in his black pupils:

"Tell my Highness Conrad that I will not leave here if I do not pardon him!" 10