Zach smiled and said, "Not only am I sure he's a wizard, I'm also sure he's a wizard of faith." ”

"Faith?"

"Yes, faith. When it comes to wizards, many people may rashly lump them together with black alchemists, and I used to do the same until I joined the Emerald Knights.

There was once a witch there, and I may not have spoken 10 words to her from the time she joined the group to the time she left the group, but Aransale, I'm sure she's a good girl, a really good girl.

Just like Loreso. She once told me that a sorcerer of faith would never buy white crystal powder for fear of being hunted down.

She kept buying full white crystals, fleeing from that place to another if she was wanted, and then continued to buy full white crystals for refining until the next report came again.

Doesn't that sound stupid? But that's just the way it is. ”

Zack's tone had a hint of hatred for iron, but his eyes were full of smiles. Through those eyes, he seemed to see the back of a stubborn and withdrawn girl.

Aransell remembered Loreso's vibrant figure and her beautiful long, wavy pink hair. She was born into a poor family, her parents died at an early age, and I heard that Zach took her in.

Now she works as a dancer in a tavern, which is not a decent job and may not allow her to marry a good family in her life, but she chooses to support herself instead of using her appearance to become a plaything of the nobility.

She had to live in such an environment because of this world, but she did not forget her strength.

Aransell thinks Loriso is a good girl. If the witch of faith was like Loreso, Aransell thought that witch could be trusted, and so was Gulba.

It is human nature that we will listen to rumors before we see the truth with our own eyes.

But when we confirm the truth with our eyes, but we still believe in superstitious rumors, there is nothing sadder than this. This kind of behavior is an indirect denial of the meaning of one's own existence.

Aransale has experienced the pain of not being able to understand the world for himself, so even if people all over the world make such mistakes, he will never be in the same way.

He would rather be an outlier because he longs for true freedom more than anyone else.

After eating the peas, Aransell drank the soda, cleaned up the materials that Zach had prepared for him, and prepared to leave.

He had other things to do, and as much fun as he talked to Zach, he couldn't afford to waste too much time.

And some other more important things, in Aransale's opinion, do not need to make special reminders. He didn't think Zach would report that Gurba was a wizard, and he had already made his position clear by telling the story to Aransale.

"Zach, can you come here next time to buy materials?"

Zach silently watched as Aransale's thin body struggled to carry the huge burlap bag, and he looked at him with a clean and pure smile on his face, without any hostility or suspicion in his eyes. There is only a friendly gaze that looks at a friend.

A warm current flowed through Zach's heart. How long had he not been so trusted in all his years of doing business in this boring town?

Let him think about it, after the disbandment of the Emerald Knights, maybe not even once......

Friendship has always been as mellow as fine wine.

Zach leaned against the bar and grinned, "Of course, my brother, remember to come and play often when you have time." ”

Aransell smiled silently and turned to leave the shop.

Aransell found a shop on the street, bought himself a few change of clothes, and bought a few books on the history of wizards and knights. When I returned to Hongzhuang, it was already past 6 o'clock in the afternoon, and the yellow light was still shining in Gurba's house, and he was obviously still concentrating on some kind of research.

"Mr. Gurba, the materials are in storage."

"Well, you've been to church?"

"Yes, no problem, just say take more rest. Speaking of which, Mr. Gurba, the saints of the church are really beautiful, with white skin, a good figure, a beautiful face, long legs, and a nice smell on her body......"

"You can go back to your room."

"Okay."

After arriving the bookshelves as Gulba had instructed, he returned to his room.

Through the window, he could see that the city was full of lights, and the city center was the brightest, which was really a very pleasant evening view, but unfortunately, in a few hours, the city would be darkened and completely fall into a deep sleep.

Aransell rubbed his eyes a little sleepily, and he had finished reading the few thick books he had bought. Although he was reading intensively, he was reading frighteningly fast.

It is also one of the special skills that has been cultivated for more than two decades. Stretching his waist and looking out the window, the ironclad city was really pitch black, the whole sky was deeply pressed, and the stars were twinkling silently.

Aransale has no complaints about his current life, but he doesn't intend to settle for the status quo. He wants to take risks, but it takes a skill to support it.

Thinking of this, Aransale's mind was filled with not-so-good memories.

Aransale, who was originally the eldest son of the Earl of Seth. Count Seth was a former general, and although he retired from fighting, he still maintained a prominent position in the Apollo Empire.

As the eldest son, Alansel was naturally placed high hopes on by his father, but at the coming-of-age ceremony at the age of 12 (the coming-of-age ceremony of the nobles was two years earlier than the commoners), he was beaten to the ground by a little fat man of a baron's family, and did not show the slightest demeanor of the heir of the martial family.

His father was furious, and within a day Alansell was sent to the cold. But this was just the beginning, and it didn't take long for the "style" of Aransale's gentleman to be revealed.

At a banquet held at the Count Seth's house, after drinking alcohol, Aransel actually insulted the ladies of other noble families in front of everyone, and played drunk.

When his father, who was walking in the garden with his friends, learned of this, he was furious and stripped him of his surname, and evicted him from the house the other day.

Although he was expelled from the house, Aransail was also the son of an earl, and his mother and sister sent him money, and he still maintained a generous attitude in life.