A blazing fireplace, a grill filled with the smell of meat - the hall of the Wimpal Academy is the "cafeteria" of the college most of the time, after all, it is only a small castle, and it is difficult to find a second room that can accommodate dozens of people except for the only library. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although he had been here for a while, it was the first time that Loren had eaten here. Most of the time, it's just a matter of finding some black bread that can break your front teeth, or oatmeal porridge that sticks in your throat. It's a rare pleasure to be able to have a hot lunch so leisurely and relaxed.

On a plate in front of him lay three pieces of toasted burnt bread, baked apples were still squeaking in sugar water, blanched water spinach and carrots were placed together with small pieces of salt and pepper on the edges, and a bowl of gravy onions was the main course, simple but delicious.

You'll need to peel all the little onions, then take out the cinnamon, cloves, and parsley leaves you have prepared to "dress up" them, and then plop them with black pepper and snake wormwood leaves, and welcome them one by one into the boiling hot pot.

Then put the tender and smooth little diced meat into the pot unhurriedly, and then it is left to carefully serve them, slowly collect the juice, and a pot of delicious and unusually juicy onions is completed...... When the meaty, delicate and fragrant little onion bursts in your mouth, you know that the wait for dozens of minutes is definitely worth it.

At least definitely for Loren at the moment.

"Overall, this mission isn't as dangerous as you might think - though they're blowing it like they're damning. But in fact, the whole thing is very boring, and a few ghouls are just messing around. If it weren't for the priest's nephew, I guess no one would have noticed. ”

While enjoying the food on the table, Loren smiled teasingly at the corners of his mouth, and casually recounted the entire trip to Gumu Town—of course, in the priest's version: "To be honest, I'm a little disappointed, even a gang of robbers or something should be more exciting than this." ”

"Isn't it safe enough?" the little wizard sitting across from him frowned, a little unhappy with Loren's indifferent appearance, "And what if you encounter something like last time? You can't save yourself every time, Loren." ”

"And...... I always felt like you weren't telling the truth. ”

"How can you think that?" Loren's expression was extremely innocent, but his heart was shocked. Even the priest Anthony believed himself after hearing this, how did this little friend with a lack of roots in his head find out: "We are friends!"

"But you've already lied to me once. Ain's face suddenly darkened: "You shouldn't really be lying to me, just making fun of me, right?"

Of course, I've omitted some details, but since you want to hear the full version of ......"

So Loren recounted the entire priest's version of Gumu Town's trip again, but this time he added a little more fuel and vinegar, and told the process of mystery and mystery: the murder of the tavern's secret room, the murder of the eldest son of the rich, the abandoned tomb incident, and the mysterious hut incident...... For some reason, although his swordsmanship level has not improved much, Loren has found that he is becoming more and more proficient in making up nonsense.

As the story of his mouth "God unfolds", the expression of the little wizard is constantly changing, sometimes frowning, sometimes his eyes are wide, sometimes his fists are clenched, and sometimes he is ......

"And then the whole thing is a couple of ghouls who ran out of nowhere and made a big fuss in Gumu Town, and you killed them in the end?" This answer made Ain, who had listened to the whole story, a little broken.

"I told you, it's boring. Loren reluctantly took a sip of the soup, it had been getting harder and harder to get this little wizard down lately.

"But I still think you're fooling me. Ain Rand pouted, a look of distrust, and the ends of his blonde hair curled up.

Loren was silent for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, there are indeed some things that I almost forgot, if you haven't brought it up." ”

As he spoke, he handed the two parchment manuscripts he had retrieved from Draco's body to the little wizard in front of him from the inside pocket of his clothes. Ain, who was a little hesitant, also paused before slowly taking it.

"This—This is ......"

Although it was only a cursory glance, just the dense runes on it, as well as the insights into the alchemy mixture, had already made Ain famous, this is by no means at the level of an apprentice, and it is definitely something that only a person with real wizard-level knowledge can write!

And I'm afraid it's not an essay like notes or experimental records, but a summary of the final results, the essence of half a lifetime's painstaking efforts, otherwise it would not be possible to fill two whole rolls of parchment.

"This is what I found in that abandoned tomb, and I took a cursory look at it, and I am afraid that it is the funerary object of some alchemist. Loren swallowed the bread slowly: "As for why no one knows, I guess it's because 'I can't see the light'." ”

This sentence is half-true, but it is also true--wilderness wizards who do not want to be constrained by the nobility or the church are not absent in this land.

Naturally, before giving the gift to Ain, Loren had already given a copy of it all to Dalton Kander. After all, it was the result of half a lifetime of a wizard, and it was impossible for the academy to abandon it.

"I will definitely cherish this gift. Solemnly putting the manuscript away, the little wizard looked at Loren with a swear: "One month, no, I'll give it back to you in two weeks!"

"You don't have to give it back to me, it's for you. Loren smiled: "And the content above is basically about alchemy, my target is the spellcaster, this thing is basically useless to me." ”

"But, but, this is too precious!" the little wizard's shoulders trembled, and his pale blue eyes widened, "How can I accept such an important ......"

"Let's put it this way, to me, these things are basically irrelevant. I can't change the direction of my studies just because of a manuscript. Loren was tempted: "But you are different, your dream may be able to fulfill the will of the owner of this manuscript, and make it really work, instead of eating ashes in the grave and ending up in a pile of waste paper." ”

"For an alchemist who died in obscurity, wouldn't that make him die even more deservedly?"

Ain Rand hesitated for a long time.

Nodding slowly, his light blue eyes solemnly looked at Loren: "I will, this manuscript will never be eclipsed by me, I will definitely let it carry forward!"

"And whenever you think about it, take it from me, and I'll keep it safe. Although he still had a serious expression, the joy in his heart could not be concealed. Ain, who forced a smile on the corner of his mouth, turned his gaze to the side: "What about your sword, where is that knight's sword?"

"If I accidentally broke it, I'm afraid I'll have to send it to the blacksmith's shop. Loren explained with some embarrassment: "Maybe I have to forge a new sword, otherwise it may be troublesome to have this kind of accident next time." ”

For Loren, the knight's sword was not just a weapon, it was the only relic Leonardo had left to himself, and he didn't plan to use it again if he could, lest it be destroyed again.

"Well, if you just need a sword, there are actually many ways, and you don't have to forge one. The little wizard suddenly spoke, "And in this world, not all weapons must be forged from steel or copper, if you find the right method, you can do anything else." ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a hypothesis, because I've never done this experiment yet, but I might be able to succeed. Ain said with some excitement, but then his face became a little tangled.

"The only trouble is that we might need the help of some bastard......"