In the evening, the summer twilight courtyard.

Loren, who was standing in the hallway, glanced at the little wizard outside the door, and Ain, who had a gloomy expression, did not speak, but shook his head without saying a word.

Well, it doesn't look like a miracle is happening.

This was not unexpected by the black-haired wizard, and he even guessed that this might be the end when Lussac died.

For a wizard, losing your mind is simply the most terrible thing to do, which means that your consciousness will have no protection against the forces of the Void, and the power beyond the realm of common sense and understanding will lead you to a never-ending chaos, and eventually lose yourself and become a complete madman.

This is not uncommon among wizards, and even the more a master who has studied the Void deeply, the higher the chance of triggering it.

As they age, their physical performance will become worse and worse;

Increasing experience leads them to become more and more stubborn, unable to accept the changes of new things, and lead to a never-ending confusion in the face of "incomprehensible truths".

It is for this reason that many wizards would rather let themselves fall into "madness" than lose their "sanity".

This may sound strange, but the actual approach is similar to the process of reshaping "worldview, outlook on life, values, methodology".

If it were to be further simplified... A very inappropriate analogy is to establish one's own inner "faith" as a way to fight against the incomprehensible "chaotic truth" in the void.

All "chaotic truths" that do not conform to one's own "beliefs" will be rejected, and the acceptable parts will be accommodated as part of the "beliefs" to build a new ideological system.

When this system of "faith" is perfected, it means that a new theory will be born, and if the wizard wants to continue his research further, he must break the "faith" he has established and reconstruct a new "system" again.

This back-and-forth search, in search of more knowledge in the "chaotic truth", is a process of continuous research and learning by a occult wizard.

If Loren is not mistaken, Isaac's record should be ...... Twenty-seven times, and that's just the number he admits to it.

The occult is the cornerstone and foundation of all wizarding disciplines, the central source of theories and ideologies, and the discipline that most likely leads people to madness.

Alchemy, on the other hand, is more practical and less concerned with establishing a "belief system", just as the little wizards have used so far, all of which are theories and research systems proposed by Isaac Grantham, all that Ain has done is to perfect and implement what he envisioned.

This is true for both the earliest "Bright Silver" and the later "Holy Blood Elixir".

Of course, even among the alchemists, there are all kinds of geniuses... Lussac Corvo was one such person, constantly creating new theories, new research protocols, and even experimenting with patients and even big names like Siscott Theseus......

In the "belief system" he designed, whether it is the high-ranking imperial exchequer or the plague-stricken pauper, they are just a bunch of data, a bunch of roughly similar but completely different data, and the meaning of their existence... It's just a matter of proving your theory through experiments, and then getting results.

That's all.

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

"I was in Master Lussac's laboratory, and I compiled all his research materials. ”

The little wizard's expression was very entangled, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes: "Lussac Kovo... He's such an unattainable master of pharmacy that I may never reach in my lifetime. ”

"Loren, can you imagine? Isaac's megalomaniac 'Holy Blood Elixir' idea was actually experimented with by Lussac ten years ago, and it was only a little bit successful, and he also improved the curative of the plague in the imperial capital, reducing the mortality rate to only about one-tenth. ”

The black-haired wizard looked at Ain, who had a complicated look in his eyes, hesitated for a moment and decided to remain silent.

"But these... All in exchange for fresh life. ”

Ain spoke softly, with a hint of fear in her eyes: "I saw it with my own eyes... Those on the file... Each one, each one, recorded the physical changes and health status of the experimenter in great detail at all times, and the time point was even accurate to within a quarter of an hour!"

"I've done similar experiments before... This kind of thing is sometimes unavoidable, especially when the illness is uncertain, but the record is so detailed that it can no longer be described as serious, I am afraid ......"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the little wizard looked up suddenly, his blue eyes full of fear:

"What he has done is far crazier than the Holy Cross Church imagined!"

Loren's eyes narrowed slightly.

"I really don't want to see Thrand Kovo lose his father, but in retrospect it, it's unthinkable, Loren, am I really wrong......

Before the words were finished, the little wizard who didn't react was directly pressed by Loren's lips, and his right arm dragged her to the front, and his dark pupils and blue sapphire eyes looked at each other:

"Hear clearly... Ain, it's over, everything you do is genuinely good, and you haven't done anything wrong;"

"Maybe Lusac Corvo really did something heinous, maybe he didn't... We are not omniscient beings, let alone Holy Crosses, and no one knows what the truth is. ”

"The most important point... Lussac Kovo is dead, and whatever he has done, he has made amends with his life, and we are not doing to save him, but to save Thran Kovo, and the innocent wizards who have been implicated in the entire Emperor. ”

"That's what we're really doing, always... Never regret the sacrifices you've made, understand?"

The little wizard with a reddened face nodded slightly, just a slight "puff", and hurriedly avoided the dark gaze.

There was a moment of tranquility, but there was not a single sound in the room. The black-haired wizard with an indifferent expression frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked at the door.

Door... Actually locked up?!

Loren's complexion changed suddenly!

"Bang ——!"

With a loud bang, the black-haired wizard who didn't hesitate for a moment slammed open the door, and the moment he saw the room clearly, his wide-open pupils suddenly shrank.

Empty rooms, wide open windows, messes everywhere......

Thran Kovo was long gone, but it was another guy sitting on the bed.

Edward?!

"Did you just find out now... You've become sluggish, Loren Turin. ”

The indifferent night watchman slowly raised his head, his cold gaze unfathomable, and sat on the edge of the bed with his sword in his hands:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Loren didn't make a move, he stopped the little wizard behind him first, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I think... I don't need to ask any more 'Where the hell is Therland Kovo', right?"

"That's true. Edward spoke slowly, his tone cold and inaudible, "But I can tell you... A way to get him back. ”

"Do you night watchmen like to blackmail people so much?" Loren sneered, "You don't really think I'm going to go with you, do you?"

"Of course not... I didn't mean to blackmail you. The indifferent Night's Watch shook his head, "But if you want to come without warning, this is probably the easiest and most direct way." ”

"I'll be able to tell you right now where Thran Kovo is...... But there's no need for that, because by the time you come back, he'll be safe and sound, and he'll be back in the Summer Twilight Courtyard and be able to become a wizard again. ”

"You lie. ”

"Why am I doing this?" Edward's tone seemed helpless, he slowly got up and retracted his sword from its scabbard, "I just wanted to tell you that he came to you this time... It came with sincerity. ”

"Who?" the dark-haired wizard asked deliberately.

"Is it really going to be too much?" Edward couldn't help but ask rhetorically, but answered Loren's question anyway:

"Rutt Infinit!"