Endless suffering, and... Endless darkness.

At this moment, the dark-haired wizard who was in chaos really couldn't imagine a second word that could describe his feelings, and the unspeakable pain seemed to directly tear his soul in half, and then torture and ravage it repeatedly.

He'd experienced this pain before... It seems like a long time has passed, but I still remember it when I felt it again.

It's still a familiar "recipe", or a familiar "taste".

As a wizard, opening the valve and draining all your energy at once is a very dangerous move, and even a slight mistake can be completely doomed - physical death is the best outcome, and it is not impossible to become the living dead or mutate into a "new species"!

Obviously, his consciousness and body have been cut off in a coma, but Loren can still feel that his weakened body is constantly twitching in severe pain, and the muscles of his limbs are spasming violently.

In a trance, I could still hear the sound of tearing, as if my body was being torn, and after the tearing, I was still repeating the process.

He could feel the cold sweat pouring down from his forehead, his brain hurt as if he had been drilled and then inserted into a chisel, his heart was dug out and crushed into pieces in his chest, and his limbs were sawn off little by little, and his limbs were cut off from his body little by little, starting from his fingers and toes.

He could feel his body gradually disintegrating, like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and being reborn, the only problem was that his body was not a butterfly about to be reborn, but a cocoon that was about to collapse completely!

All the pain was real, but he couldn't cry out, his eyes were closed, but he couldn't open his eyes to escape from the endless darkness.

There were only waves of trembling, like a tidal wave, and the cycle began again and again.

How long has it been?

Because of the pain, the black-haired wizard could barely have a general idea of time at first, and when all the pain and even his soul were completely numb, he couldn't feel it at all.

The only thing I feel is that the original pain is gradually disappearing... Maybe it's really fading, maybe it's just because I'm unconscious, but it's relieving.

The original tearing sound has also been reduced from 10 million times a day to 1 million times.

I'm alive... Uh, probably?

The spiritual hall does not seem to have fully recovered, and the sea of consciousness is completely chaotic. The numbness of the scalp and the irritating labor pains that keep coming from the temples should be a side effect of the energy drying up.

This familiar feeling made the black-haired wizard rejoice... At least prove that he is indeed alive, and the last time I had a similar experience was after Mentor Dalton saved him.

A long, long time had passed, but this time Loren was able to roughly determine that he was still alive, and that he was no different from a normal near-death patient, except for his weakness and inability to regain consciousness.

Well... If it weren't for the crossing.

Hey, why do I say "again"?

There was no strength from head to toe, and it was reluctant to even open his eyes, and the spiritual hall had stabilized a little, and in a few days it should be able to enter a normal state of meditation.

The slight footsteps approached slowly, and the sound was a little unfamiliar, as if it had slipped in quietly from outside the door, and at the moment, let alone subduing the other party, I was afraid that I could barely even hold on to the weapon.

Do you want to pretend to be unconscious and wait until the other person leaves?

The footsteps stopped beside him, and the sound of drawing the sword could already be faintly heard, and the cold light of the cold front had been refracted in front of his eyes, very close to him.

What to do, it seems like it's almost too late!

Or... Take a gamble?!

The black-haired wizard snapped his eyes open, his dilated pupils focusing on the sword-raising figure in front of him as best they could, unintentionally overlapping with the figure's gaze.

"Huh?!"

"Huh?!"

Andrew McAfee, who was startled, froze in place, holding the apple he had just touched from the black-haired wizard's bedside in his left hand, and the dagger in his right hand was still in the air, staring at Loren lying on the bed.

In the next second, McAfee, who had a shocked expression, stiffened the corners of his mouth, barely squeezed out a smile that he thought was "friendly", and shook the apple he had just stolen:

"Eat... I'll cut one for you?"

"......" Loren Turin.

Silence, deathly silence.

After a long time, the black-haired wizard with a splitting headache barely struggled to think for a moment, and recalled the image of the other party in his mind: "You... Is it the deserter from Broken Boundary Mountain, who followed the knight?"

"This is the third time, I'm not a deserter! Please remember clearly, I beg you?!"

McAfee, who was poked in the sore spot again, just wanted to jump up, but after seeing the "sick number" lying on the bed, he let out a long sigh, sat weakly on the chair next to him, and did not forget to peel the apple:

"Forget it, I don't care if you're hurt like this. ”

"I'm sorry. The black-haired wizard muttered disapprerovingly, "What do you call it?"

"Andrew McAfee of Arles, just call me McAfee. McAfee replied without looking up.

"You're a nobleman?"

"Hmm... Sort of. ”

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know if you've been to Arles, you can't tell who's a nobleman and who's poor unless it's at the dinner table... Sometimes the table is not clear, and everyone is hungry as if they have never eaten a full meal in their lives. ”

"......" Loren Turin:

"Didn't you come with the knight, why didn't you leave with him?"

"Well, that's it. ”

The fluttering words made McAfee's whole body freeze, and the next second, the deserter's face suddenly showed a very flattering, fake "smile":

"That's the thing... But he asked me to stay with you before leaving, saying that I would only get in the way and wouldn't help much, so ......"

"So......" Loren squinted at McAfee, who was smiling awkwardly, his gaze meaningful.

So I said yes. McAfee, who had a sneering face, "respectfully" and a little painfully, put the peeled apple next to the black-haired wizard's bed: "As long as you nod, the McAfee of Arles will serve you wholeheartedly and become the sharpest halberd in your hand!"

Looking at his expression, the black-haired wizard really hesitated for a while.

Indeed, judging from the battle at the headquarters of the Heresy Order, this deserter is still very good, and being able to follow the Oath Knight all the way from Broken Boundary Mountain to Byrne also proves that he is not only a deserter with an eye for money, but also has the courage to endure hardships when necessary.

As a wandering knight squire who had been engaged in this profession, Loren was deeply touched.

The last few battles have also fully demonstrated that there are still too few people he can trust, and many times Lusen has to wear many hats and even lack skills, and as for Ariel and Asreel, Loren is still not very sure......

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Not much, it's only been a little over a month. McAfee replied with a smile, saying that the fact that the other party did not mention the matter again meant that he had agreed.

"More than a month?!" the black-haired wizard was slightly startled.

"Well, a lot has happened during this time. McAfee shrugged: "First of all, there were people everywhere in the Red Blood Castle, and after just a few days, they finally suppressed the rebellious nobles. ”

"Before the matter was over, it was revealed that the Lord of Byrne, who had died on the day of the unrest, was a heretic, and the whole Duchy of Byrne was furious, and the little girl Earl said that the round table of Byrne should be reconvened and a new Duke of Byrne should be re-elected to put pressure on the Empire. ”

"Is it now?!"

"Yes, just a few days ago - most of the nobles of the Duchy of Byrne have responded, and several counts have already arrived, and the rest are on their way. Not noticing the black-haired wizard's shocked expression, McAfee continued to mumble with a nonchalant expression:

"But the reaction from the Heavenly Dome Palace is fast enough, yesterday the envoy of the imperial capital has already come, saying that he has sent a duke to be a mediator, you see how coke this matter is?"

The black-haired wizard didn't have the slightest smile on his face, and stared at him solemnly: "Which duke is it?"

"I heard them say that they are still discussing, but if nothing else......" McAfee turned his head and played with the dagger absentmindedly:

"Grand Duke of Ellemont, Duke of Ully Wirtz!"