Chapter seventy-eight

The wind blows in your face and carries the smell of barrenness. Rorian stepped out of a nearly abandoned Pendragon track and looked unexpectedly at the endless plains. He couldn't pinpoint where the coordinates were, or even if he wasn't on the continent he was.

The clouds surged over the field, a gust of wind blew, and waves grew in the sea of dwarf grass. He looked around, and there was not a single figure on the vast land. He waited for a moment, but the only sound in his ears was the low echo of the wind raging through the fields. There was something unusually damp in the wind, and he thought it must not be far from the sea.

He looked around suspiciously, and he managed to get rid of all the people who were following him, only to find himself in such a place. What kind of person would draw a man into an endless wilderness, in order to show that no one can hide? To be open and honest?

So why hasn't this person shown up yet? I'm afraid he also knows some psychological tricks, if you really want to negotiate, let the other party wait a little longer in a completely unfamiliar environment, you can peel off people's sense of control, and be at a psychological disadvantage. But then again, the location was chosen by him, isn't he still strong enough?

Seeing that the terrain in front of him had been slowly rising, Rorian walked upwards to observe the relatively high terrain in this wilderness.

His leather shoes tread on the grass just up to his calf, and he trekked upward, the slope gentle, but the road was longer than he had thought. He looked at the gray sky that covered the field, the sky in the empty field was so close to him, the vastness was unchanging but very oppressive, just like his state of mind for a long time.

Gradually, he began to walk with his head buried in his head, bent on finishing the road that seemed to never end, as if his inner depression could be relieved in such a journey. He took the last step, reached the top of the slope, and looked up at the road ahead, and couldn't help but be stunned.

In front of him was a wider field, slowly descending, a silvery river meandering into the distance, and the sky in the distance was a black ocean. However, it is far from the plains, rivers, or even unknown oceans that stimulate his vision the most.

In this pristine barren land, the only tall tree grows in front of the river, which has become the landmark of this land. Under this tree, about five hundred meters away from him, there was a black strip-shaped leather sofa on the grass where the wind was howling. On the couch sat a man in a leisurely posture, as if he was completely unaware that this was a wild land, as if he was sitting in front of the TV in his living room.

In this plain, everything can be there, except for a human leather sofa and a living room man. This absurd scene made Rorian stunned for a minute, if he wasn't a mind mage, if he hadn't experienced so many absurd scenes and could grasp all of them, he would have thought that he was probably crazy.

The man was either Roach's enemy or Roach's friend, and he really didn't know what his son had done out there to make such an enemy or make such a friend. Whether the answer was the former or the latter, he was very dissatisfied.

The man had no intention of standing up, just like Muhammad's mountain, and Rorian had to walk over it on his own. At a distance of five hundred meters, he seemed to have walked for a long time, and the man always looked at him with a leisurely attitude, he looked very young, even by human standards. It wasn't until Luo Ryan walked completely near him and stopped at a reasonable social distance of about a meter in front of him that he looked at Luo Ryan, smiled slightly, and lazily stretched out his hand to the empty seat next to him, motioning for him to take a seat.

Rorian was annoyed by his arrogance, he didn't intend to accept his invitation, not to mention that he had set up a two-seater sofa, which was not suitable for conversation between strangers, it was too close. Since he can set up a sofa here, if it is really for the comfort of conversation, he can set up a large sofa here. What he is doing is still nothing more than trying to gain the upper hand in the negotiations.

Moreover, he knew the young man's face, and even though three years had passed, and the face had changed slightly, becoming more mature, more arrogant, and more aloof, he could still find a familiar feeling in his facial features.

"Du Zhengyi." He slowly said the young man's name.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Law." Du Zhengyi said as if he was really apologetic, "I don't remember you, you know my condition at the time, when I left the hospital, I was almost unconscious." ”

"I know." Rorian said, nodding to him, "You looked like a good boy back then. ”

"If I hadn't met you in this situation, I would have liked to have been more polite." Du Zhengyi said apologetically, "I actually owe you a favor, and you saved my life at that time." Although two doctors later rehabilitated me, and the results were good, I would have died without you at that time. For the damage of mind magic, you are the greatest doctor alive. ”

Du Zhengyi's expression was serious when he said this, and Luo Rui'an's expression softened a little, "I am a mind mage and a doctor, and I should do this." ”

Du Zhengyi raised his eyes and looked at Luo Ruian carefully, this doctor who saved his life, it was the first time he had seen it when he was awake. He was a tall man, with an even figure, at least ten centimeters taller than Luo Qi, Du Zhengyi smiled unconsciously.

Luo Ryan looked at his eyes carefully, "Are you wondering why I, a person who is also a good height among magicians, gave birth to a son who is so short, and he is actually twelve centimeters shorter than his father?" ”

Du Zhengyi's expression changed suddenly, and a sense of vigilance and scrutiny appeared on his face.

Lorian admired his horror with satisfaction and smiled gently, "Roach is like his mother, his mother's family may not be bad in humans, but it is not high enough in magicians. ”

Du Zhengyi didn't speak, still staring at Luo Ruian.

"Don't worry, your consciousness barrier is terrifying." Luo Ruian said, smiling slightly, "But sometimes I don't need to use telepathy, and I can know some of the other person's thoughts, and there is a lot to learn from human observation-based psychological research." ”

Du Zheng nodded and whispered, "I think so." ”

"But Roach has two more years to become an adult." "I'm still hopeful, maybe there's a chance he'll grow a little taller." ”

"I don't have as much faith as you." Du Zhengyi smiled, with a hint of teasing on his lips, "But it's not bad for him to be a short-legged tanuki." ”