The Sea of Consciousness is the most private place for a wizard, and only absolute trust will open it to another person. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Holding Heidi's hand, Wren reached out for his mental power......

In a flash, he was in front of this magical world.

Unlike his barren sea of consciousness, Heidi's sea of consciousness was shrouded in flames more than a foot high. In the midst of it, Wren felt unusually comfortable.

Heidi stood in front of Wren, her height was a head lower than Wren's, and her breath was a little sluggish.

Wren moved his gaze to the top of his head, and above Heidi's sea of consciousness, there were many intertwined shadows, densely packed. If you look closely, it's a blur, like a myopic eye looking at the stars in the sky.

The sea of consciousness should be empty!

Unless it's ......

"Is this a model of witchcraft?" Wren was shocked, and then he had doubts, "No, the complete model of witchcraft should be embedded in the sky of the sea of consciousness like a star, and it won't be so vague!"

He felt it carefully, and suddenly realized that his consciousness was slowly growing here.

"Brother?" asked Heidi, "what are you looking at?" ”

Wren frowned and asked, "Your consciousness body grows on its own every day?"

Heidi nodded strangely, "Aren't you?"

Wren was a little speechless.

He'd read Diavin's notes, and he hadn't seen anything like this in his hundred years.

The essence of consciousness is the root of a wizard. If the consciousness itself can grow freely, wizards will not sign a contract with the demon unless they have a problem with their brains. It is not human nature to sell freedom.

Since his sister's situation was not as he had guessed, Wren breathed a sigh of relief and felt the need to teach her some common sense about wizards.

Exiting Heidi's sea of consciousness, Wren actually felt reluctant.

The feeling of soaking in a hot spring is so intoxicating.

Heidi's pale little face wrinkled, and her eyes slowly opened.

Wren was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

The only person who can enter this courtyard is Andrew, except for the old housekeeper Cassie and the reckless Aunt Kate.

Wren shouted "Come in", and Andrew dragged his tired body and swayed through the door.

The clothes on his body were torn into strips of cloth, and there was a blood-red scar on his chest that could be seen deep and bone-seeing, and his whole temperament was extremely weak.

Wren said unhappily: "Why did you make it like this, why don't you hurry up and apply hemostatic medicine first!"

As he spoke, Wren rummaged through the small cabinet in Heidi's room.

The hemostatic medicine is sold by the Holy See, and the effect is not bad.

"In the third drawer. Heidi whispered.

Andrew half-knelt on the ground, cheered up and said, "My lord, Andrew is useless, he was run away by that witch!"

"Run, run," Wren said, taking out a rough glass bottle and handing it to Andrew, "you apply it yourself." ”

Glancing at Wren gratefully, Andrew's expression became indignant again: "I almost killed her, but someone rescued her!"

Wren raised an eyebrow hesitantly.

Who would dare to save a wizard?

Could it be her fellow wizards? In that case, Andrew would never have come back alive!

"It's Viscount Harry's men!" Andrew replied to Wren's doubts, "They were well disguised, but I saw a guy's shirt with the Viscount's House logo on it. ”

"It turned out to be him. Wren nodded knowingly.

He was quietly relieved.

If it's Viscount Harry, it's okay, and the other party will just play the hole cards like this. I'm afraid that I'm a friend of Di Yawen, so I'm in constant trouble.

Then he shook his head self-deprecatingly. Wizards have always been loners, and rarely dare to expose their identities to others. Wizards have no friends.

Heidi listened to the conversation between the two in her ears and couldn't help but say, "Brother, do you want me to kill that bastard Viscount Harry?"

Kill......

This kind of words came out of the mouth of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, and Wren felt a little disagreeable.

Andrew's head hung slightly.

Seeing this scene, Wren understood that his subordinate was still a little wary of Heidi.

But there are some things that have to be picked out.

After all, these two were the two people he trusted the most in this world, and losing either of them was not what he wanted.

Thinking of this, Wren suddenly said to Andrew, "I'll help you with the medicine." ”

"Huh?" Andrew opened his mouth in confusion, and then his eyes widened.

I saw that the medicine bottle he was holding in his hand was actually guided by a special force, and flew straight out, and then those liquid hemostatic drugs came out of the bottle, and under the guidance of a mysterious force, the medicine was evenly spread on his chest.

It's like there's an invisible hand controlling it all.

The cool feeling at the wound made Andrew's physical pain a little less, but his face was unusually wonderful.

The Baron turned out to be a wizard! Andrew had an indescribable shock in his heart.

Seeing Andrew's face change, Wren said lightly: "That's right, I'm a wizard!"

After being silent for half a second, a trace of resoluteness flashed on Andrew's face, and he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, Andrew will always be loyal to Lord Baron!"

Wren smiled with satisfaction.

"But......" Andrew said with some embarrassment.

"Something to say. Wren said.

"If the adults need to sacrifice the living, can Andrew help the adults arrest the people? Andrew stiffened his head and whispered, "Try to spare some innocent people." ”

Wren opened his mouth in shock.

He looked back at Heidi, and saw that Heidi also blinked cutely.

Wren suddenly remembered the source of the wizard's power, and realized that Andrew had misunderstood him.

He waved his hand.

Andrew's face changed suddenly, a little disappointed and a little dazed.

Wren said: "You misunderstood, I am different from ordinary wizards, Heidi and I don't need to sacrifice ordinary people in exchange for the power of demons, we are not believers in demons." ”

"On the contrary," he said, his eyes flickering, "killing some wizards can make me stronger!"

This time it was Andrew's turn to be surprised, and he wondered, "There really is no need to sacrifice ordinary people?"

"Have I ever killed someone in so many days?" Wren asked.

When Andrew thought about it, it was really like that.

He had some superficial knowledge of wizards, and knew that their sacrifices required extremely large sacrifices, and that they had to kill many people.

His former village was slaughtered by a sorcerer to curry favor with the demons.

And Wren obviously didn't kill anyone, let alone Heidi.

Thinking about it like this, Andrew suddenly brightened, couldn't help but feel ashamed, and lowered his head and said, "Andrew shouldn't doubt adults!"

Luckily, he didn't know much about wizards, and if a wizard with a long tradition heard Wren say this, he wouldn't believe it.

"It's okay," Wren waved his hand, "I'm not a good person, but I can't do anything about slaughtering civilians." ”

"Now, we can talk about how to deal with Viscount Harry, the other party has come to the door again and again, if we don't find something, I'm afraid he will think I'm a soft persimmon. Wren's eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce expression.