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Quietly leaving the ** courtyard, Evanian leaned against the window of the corridor, looked at the crying girl in the courtyard, and sighed softly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master Ian......" From the shadows under the pillars, Iofita walked slowly into the moonlight, and the gentle night breeze lifted her long white hair.

Looking at Evan Ian, Iofita had a rare look of criticism in her eyes: "You...... You should know what kind of damage your words will cause to Her Royal Highness Edhill, right?"

Evan Ian looked at Iofita and smiled bitterly, Iofita would not surprise him by appearing here, today was his "seizure day", and the white-haired head maid would definitely not go to sleep by himself until he was confirmed to sleep peacefully.

"Long pain is better than short pain. Since I was already planning to do so, I had to tell her what the consequences would be if I failed to escape. Evan Ian explained to Iofita, his right hand subconsciously touched his pocket, but there was nothing there, he quit smoking and drinking after being reborn, and the wine may be touched again, but the smoke is probably impossible.

But at this moment, he really wanted to get a cigarette to smoke.

Reversing the order of order may make the two things seem diametrically opposed, but it doesn't change the nature of the matter. ”

Evanian subconsciously explained, as if such a confession would calm his mind.

"As long as she wants to escape, whether she knows in advance my decision to flee or doesn't know, if she fails, she will face the fate of putting the cruel result in front of the lucky ones in advance, and often dispel their idea of being brutal in advance. In a sense, it is similar to the consideration of 'killing chickens and monkeys'. ”

Although in the eyes of Iofita, Pernard and others, Evan Ian's ability is simply incredible, but only he understands that he is just a mortal, and after removing the skin of the nobleman and the duke's son, he is still just an ordinary person.

Never taking chances, this is his strength, but also his disadvantage.

Iofita was also well aware of this, so she sighed softly and walked over to him, "Master Ian...... It would be nice if you could be a little more confident......"

No one believes more in the goodness of man than Evan Ian, but in the same way, no one believes in the evil of man more than he does.

What Evanian lacked, on the other hand, was trust in others and confidence in himself.

In Iofita's opinion, this is nothing more than a very simple thing.

But Evan Ian couldn't think as simply as she did, and he smiled wryly, "Iofita, I don't have room to regroup, and I don't have time to regroup. I don't have the confidence to see a person completely in just over a month. I don't dare to take any risks because I carry the trust of all of you on my back. ”

Iofita walked up to Evan Ian, straightened his clothes crumpled from sleep, and pressed her palms lightly against his chest.

The lake-green eyes were close to Evan Ian, looking at him quietly, with absolute trust in his pupils: "Young Master Ian, no one knows what the future holds, we trust you, not because we believe that you can lead us to victory, but simply because we believe in the path you have shown us." So keep that in mind and don't put the cart before the horse with your beliefs. ”

"We believe in you because we believe in your character, because we believe in your wisdom, because we believe in your judgment. We believe in you not to give you the shackles of trust. If you feel that you are willing to believe the words of His Highness Edhill, then please don't care about us, and trust your own judgment. Iofita took a slight step back, away from Evan Ian's side.

"......" Looking at the girl's clear and beautiful face, Evanian subconsciously touched her heart, and the heat left by her palm had not yet dissipated.

“...... It looks like I'm still a long way from being a qualified leader......"

Finally, Evan Ian muttered like this, turned his head, and saw that the girl in the flower bed downstairs had finally finished crying. Wiping her tears, she stood up and staggered to the backyard door.

"Let's go, there's still a lot of work to do tomorrow. Evan Ian greeted Iofita and walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Even after listening to Iofita's words, Evan Ian did not regret it. In his motto, since he has made a decision, he will actively face and correct the result, whether it is right or wrong.

It's better to hang your head gloomily, regret your frustration, and miss your last chance in vain.

“...... Here is the manuscript for Volume 10......"

Eddie Hill placed a thick stack of manuscript paper quietly in front of Evan Ian.

"Ah, thank you. Evan Ian was writing something at her desk, not noticing Adehill coming in, startled when she heard her voice.

He looked up sharply and saw that the girl's expression was much calmer than the night two days ago. More than a day is enough time for her to think through a lot of things. Now Adehill is probably ready, "choosing" and "facing the result"-

At least that's what Evan Ian thought.

But Eddie Hill was in worse shape than he had imagined, and although he couldn't see anything on his face, his golden pupils looked listless - or to put it simply, the hollow pupils without focus made Evanian subconsciously feel a chill down his spine.

"The hunch of the firewood knife ......" he muttered subconsciously, and then shook his head violently, "No!

Negative their own ideas.

Turning his attention away, Evan Ian lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand: "Do you remember what I told you the day before yesterday?"

Evan Ian didn't see it, and the moment he lowered his head, Edhill raised his hand, and the ring on his right index finger was facing him to an almost invisible degree, trembling slightly, emitting a faint green light.

However, he startled Edhill by his sudden opening, and she put her hands behind her back.

"What?" the girl asked faintly.

"I'm going to take you somewhere in a moment, and you sit on the couch for a while, and I'll finish changing these things. ”

Adesil hesitated slightly: "Yes, I see. ”

Evan Ian didn't have much to deal with today, and quickly put down the pen in his hand.

Despite the hangers in the study, Evan Ian habitually put his coat on the back of his chair, and it wasn't until he put it on his body that Adehill realized that it was not an ordinary coat, but a "uniform", the uniform of a military officer.

It was only then that a trace of curiosity and incomprehension rekindled in her dead heart.

But she didn't ask as she usually asked, and in fact, from the night before until now, she had remained in a state of confusion, not knowing what she wanted to do or what she was doing.

This may be the so-called mourning is greater than heart death, subconsciously translated the manuscript, subconsciously put on the ring, subconsciously raised his hand, until the voice of the back of Evan Ian woke up, only a little realization of what he wanted to do just now.

But the strange thing is that I don't regret it, but I feel a little happy. She knew in her heart that she would be even happier if she had actually stabbed the poisonous needle in the ring under Evangel's neck.

For such a self, she feels afraid and loved, painful, but extremely sweet and infatuated.

It's like you've been poisoned.

But not now, just as Evan Ian was putting a mask on his face, Iofeta walked in with a women's coat and parasol as if she had already known the pre-arrangement.

Noticing Edhill's gaze, Evan Ian explained slightly, "Iophta is coming with us. ”

The dragon princess nodded lightly, feeling a little regretful in her heart, in this case, she would not find a chance to start for the time being.

The magician of Chilian, ** Master Asallius Adair, even if this name is placed in the entire empire, it is enough to shake the imperial capital.

Because he studied under the high-level fire wizard of truth, Le Havre Arut, in terms of the purpose of fire magic, almost no one among the ** masters of the first level of truth can surpass Adair, and the powerful fire magic has always been the most trustworthy spell power in the hands of Feldenand before Evanian's military reform.

Even for this reason, Ferdinand, who was the Imperial God of War and Duke of the Silver Rose, had to fight with an equal, or even more underground, disciple when facing the Flame Magister Arut, who was a whole order lower than him.

Ten years ago, at the peak of the magic of the Flames, there was hardly anyone among the mages of the Quannanling who did not aim to enter the Flame Mage Tower, and Arut's disciples were also very proud of it.

In fact, as a mage of the same generation, he has the greatest achievement and the highest cultivation of the Red Cultivation Mage. When Asallius Adair was only an apprentice of a high-level mage, his performance in the strict and brutal spell assessment of the Flame Mage Tower was actually not ideal, and he almost failed to enter the Fire Mage Tower.

It's just that when Adair looked at the report card that was only one place short and urged his head, and at the same time collected the gloom and jealousy in his heart, and sincerely wished his companions around him to successfully obtain the qualification to enter the Flame Mage Tower with the first place.

His friend suddenly told him that he was going to give up the opportunity to become a disciple of the Fire Magister Arut.

In the days after his exams, he met an interesting person who described to him an ideal that was completely incredible.

So for the sake of the wonderful and bizarre future described by that man, Adair's friend decided to give up the opportunity to enter the mage tower and enter the military department to become a military mage.

For his friend's decision, Adair felt unbelievable and incomprehensible, but even if he couldn't understand it, in the face of a friend who was much better than himself, Adair couldn't say his own persuasion.

And he understood that in addition to his concern and worry for his friends, what was growing in his heart at that time was more of the joy of thinking that the limited number of places in the mage tower would be vacant.

So, with this mixture of worry, joy, and rejection of his own dark thoughts, Adair watched his friend leave.

Then, six years later, the name of the magician of Chilian resounded throughout the empire.

And Adair's friend, who was much better than him, was still at the high level of mage, and was a small, insignificant head of the technical department of the New Model Army.

And the name of that friend of Adair was-

Crell Belmont.

It's a pervert.

- b Evan Ian.

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