The early spring sun is very cold, but it also brings dawn to the dark night, and the darkness that has been immersed in the night finally disappears.

With the end of the final questioning, the garrison no longer had the right to detain the nobles and wealthy merchants in the banquet hall, and had to do it hastily, only to inform everyone when they left that the case was not over, and that they would be notified to testify at the time of the official trial.

However, Loren couldn't care about that for now, and at this moment his mind was full of what Gray Sal had said before leaving, wondering if he should trust the other party.

Apparently, the Royal Wizarding Academy has also discovered that this incident is not accidental, but deliberately framed... And the one who can do this seamlessly is definitely not a certain person, but a force hidden behind the scenes......

Disgruntled rulers of the wizarding class, the dark box operations of the Holy Cross Church, the factions vying for power within the old aristocracy... No matter which one you confront head-on, you are walking on thin ice.

But it is precisely because of this that the Royal Wizarding Academy is so low-voiced and unabashedly asks for an alliance with Brandon... There will be no second chance like this.

What to do?

The black-haired wizard was sitting in the carriage back to the Summer Twilight courtyard with the little wizard and Isaac, accompanied by the Countess Charlotte Turin.

The three of Loren sat on one side of the carriage, while the indifferent countess sat on the other, the trapped Isaac fell asleep on the train, and the little wizard also lay on Loren and squinted, so that only two people in the carriage were awake.

Looking at this countess who was obviously frightened but pretended to be indifferent, Loren only felt that the atmosphere was embarrassing to death.

After thinking about it, Loren felt that it would be more appropriate to speak first:

"Charlotte Countess of Turin, last night's ......"

"What happened last night won't get in the way of our appointment. Her cold eyes did not squint, staring directly at the black-haired wizard in front of her:

"It's still the same condition - as long as you can convince the Royal Wizarding Academy, the House of Turin and the County of the Red Blood Castle will stand behind Brandon de Salion, and you don't have to worry that I will take the opportunity to break the contract, the people of House Turin will do what they say. ”

"There is no doubt about this. The black-haired wizard smiled gently:

"After all, I'm also a Turin. ”

"It's hard to say right now... In my memory, you are the first wizard with the surname Turin. There was a hint of sarcasm in Charlotte's words:

"Whether it's identity, or personality... They are very different from the real Byrin, the real Turin family, the outliers of the outliers, not like the proud and proud Byrinns, but more like the cunning liars of the House de Salion!"

"You seem to be in good spirits and have a good complexion. The disapproving black-haired wizard smiled, and then changed the subject: "I was still worried about you, but now it seems that I am too worried." ”

"Don't worry about you, Lord Loren Turin. Charlotte did not hesitate to mock, and snorted proudly:

"It's not enough to break me down with such a small setback. ”

"So what are you going to do next, waiting for us to successfully recruit the Royal Wizarding Academy?"

"How is that possible? Don't be too presumptuous, you are just one of the forces I fancie, the Holy Cross Church, the royal family of de Salion, the wealthy family of Golovin...... For the sake of the Turin family, for the sake of Byrne, even if I have to travel all over Golovin and squeeze the last trace of possibility, I am willing!"

Charlotte's tone was resolute, and her resolute expression seemed to exude endless strength, as indomitable as a martyr who calmly went to death.

"Yes, then I wish you success as soon as possible. ”

The undeniable Loren bowed slightly: "May the Holy Cross bless you, we will wait and see." ”

The two of them, who glanced at each other, pretended that nothing had happened, and turned their gaze to the opposite window.

When the carriage finally stopped, it was already in an empty street not far from the Summer Twilight Courtyard, and Charlotte, who had a grim face, only glanced at the black-haired wizard before getting out of the carriage and leaving.

The Summer Twilight Courtyard was full of the eyes of the nobles of the imperial capital, and if she was found to have returned in the same carriage as Brandon's cronies, there would be no more "secrecy".

It wasn't until the countess walked away that Loren hooked the corners of his mouth a little helplessly:

"Alright, she's gone, stop pretending to be asleep. ”

"It's not pretending to be asleep, it's, it's just that I really can't sleep. "The slightly drunken little wizard" emphasized, his expression very complicated:

"Loren, you're going to help her, right?"

"Oh...... Isn't a guy full of hostility to people before, why did he suddenly start talking for her again?"

"That's all a misunderstanding, you big villain!" Al Yin, who gritted her teeth, sighed softly: "I just think she's really pitiful... It's not much older than us, but you have to support everything in your family alone. ”

"Family, principality, glory, duty... Isn't it really too ...... for these things to come out of the mouth of a girl who has just come of age?"

The little wizard didn't finish, but Loren already knew what she wanted to say.

What a soft-hearted guy who is too easily soft-hearted.

"I... Is it embarrassing for you?" Seeing that Loren did not answer, Ain's face darkened: "That's right, this kind of thing is not something you can decide alone, and His Royal Highness Brandon." ”

The black-haired wizard looked a little apprehensive and shook his head:

"It is because of His Highness Brandon that we must do our best to make this Charlotte count an alliance with us. ”

"After all, the people who are walking on thin ice in Golovin right now... It's not just the Turin family. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. With a chuckle, the black-haired wizard shrugged, "It's just trivial things anyway... Just do what you have to do, and we can't do anything else. ”

The little wizard, who didn't understand what Loren was talking about, just tilted his head, and finally just leaned lightly on his shoulder, and closed his eyes to rest.

No matter how dangerous things are, this big bad guy will say it's a "little thing", right?

Since Wimpal, he has never changed... This big liar.

Isaac on the side was still sleeping soundly, not even the slightest movement.

After a long time, it was almost noon when the group finally arrived at the Summer Twilight Courtyard...... In order not to be suspected, the gray-eyed boy who "pretended to be a coachman" also deliberately circled around, returning from the opposite direction to the countess.

However, just as the group was about to get out of the car, they found that there was a person standing there waiting for them outside the gate of the courtyard, and it seemed that they had been waiting for a long time.

Loren was stunned for a moment, frowning slightly.

It's Thran Kovo... The apprentice wizard who confronted Isaac that day, the son of Master Lussac of the Apothecary's Guild.

The young apprentice stood outside the gate in a trance, and it was not until he saw the carriage heading towards the summer courtyard that his empty eyes showed a slight light.

Seeing his expression, Loren had a vague bad premonition.

It's not a short journey from the Royal Wizarding Academy to the Summer Twilight Courtyard... In my memory, this apprentice should have left before his own group, considering that the other party could not know the exact time of his departure, that is......

He's been waiting here since the early hours of the morning?

Sure enough, before the carriage could stop, the impatient Thran Corvo had already rushed up, and the gray-eyed boy who was driving had already drawn his sword first!

"Lusen, wait a minute!"

At the moment when the black-haired wizard spoke, the cold short sword was already pressed against Thran Corvo's neck, and only a fraction of a millimeter was splattered on the spot!

The wizard apprentice, who was almost dead, was still unaware, lying on the carriage in despair, staring anxiously at the carriage behind the gray-eyed boy.

"Your Excellency, please, please help me!"

Before the black-haired wizard got out of the carriage, the apprentice in a trance shouted directly, and his hoarse voice was extremely poignant:

"My father, Lussac Kovo, was taken by those men!"

"They—they say he's the one who killed Master Siscott!"