Lance had a long dream.

In the dream, he stood on the top of the peak, and under his feet was a dense crowd like ants. Countless people were prostrate on the ground, chanting something, while the wizards with their cloaks and serious expressions were looking indifferently above him.

He only felt that he was full of strength, and all the chips had been activated.

At this moment, a crack suddenly opened in the high heavens, and a cold voice suddenly sounded: "I want to take back all your things......"

In an instant, Lance was stripped of all the chips on his body, and he shouted in horror: "Don't!"

Everyone watched him struggle with cold eyes.

......

However, he knew that it was just a dream. It's a strange feeling, it's so real that your subconscious can tell you that it's just a dream.

Lance pursed his lips and cursed, "Fuck, no one can take Lao Tzu's things." ”

Then he woke up.

"Brother Lance!

Opening his eyes, Lance saw an anxious face blankly. Erin was holding a candle in her hand, and under the light of the candle, the girl's white face looked extremely delicate.

Lance shook his head violently, the sharp pain in his mind still hadn't gone away, and the only thing that made him feel reassuring was that the secondary meditation runes were still clearly engraved in his mind. He felt strange and familiar with this rune, and he remembered every stroke and detail of this rune clearly.

"Why are you asleep? Do you know that Father Dao is dying of anger!" Seeing that Lance didn't wake up, Erin said anxiously, "If you don't go over, I'm afraid you'll be kicked out of the castle tomorrow!"

Erin's words immediately woke Lance from his dazed state.

He stood up abruptly and looked out the window: "Damn, why is it dark!?"

Erin said speechlessly, "Everyone has finished dinner, so I'm waiting for you." The Wizard of Amman has arrived, and there are others, and when I went to the garden to-day, I heard from the eldest lady that my father had an important meeting with the tax collector and the patrol captain of the realm tonight. If you don't rush over, my father won't wait for you to go directly to a meeting with those people. ”

Langston broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't say much at the moment, and after thanking Erin, the two walked directly to the hall on the first floor.

Fortunately, although the castle is secluded, the place where Lance lives and the restaurant are not far away, and by the time Lance arrives, the table has been cleaned up.

The Viscount still sat there indifferently, while to his right sat the Wizard of Amman. Lance raised his eyes and looked at the people, in addition to his sisters and the eldest lady, there were also several unfamiliar faces and the patrol leader of the castle.

"It seems that Erin is right, her cheap dad is really going to have a meeting in a while. Lance was afraid for a while, he hurriedly walked over and said, "Father, teacher, I ......"

"Shut up!" the Viscount said abruptly interrupting Lance's attempted explanation. His brow was full of anger and weariness, and he waved his hand, "Wizard of Amman, let's get started." ”

The old wizard nodded, and everyone knew what was going to happen next—because something like this had already happened once last night.

The Viscountess showed a mocking smile, but she was a smart woman, and she knew that the Viscount loved Lance, so she resolutely did not speak ill of Lance in front of the Viscount, so as not to arouse the Viscount's disgust. Instead, she said softly, "Honey, Lance has only come here until now, there must be something exhausting, why don't you let the kitchen send some food and let him fill his stomach first?"

As soon as he heard this, the disgust on the viscount's face became even stronger. In this castle, there have always been others waiting for him, and there is no one else waiting for him. The eldest lady ostensibly meant to help Lance, but in fact, she secretly reminded Viscount Lance of the fact that he was late for a long time.

Lance glanced at this scheming woman, and did not say anything, he knew that no matter what he said now, it was inappropriate, it was better to be silent.

"I don't have time to wait for him to finish his meal and paint for an hour and then get nothing. The viscount stared at Lance and said impatiently, "Amman, start now." Lance, this is your last chance, remember, you only have fifteen minutes. ”

"Fifteen minutes later, Amman will personally identify it, and if you can't write that starter rune, then I'll send you to church. Let's go back and pack our bags tonight. ”

The Viscountess had a look of joy on her face, and although her son had done well, he had never been favored by Lance. In her heart, this guy Lance is a scourge, and if she keeps him in the castle, it will be terrible if the viscount can't think of passing the title to him one day.

However, Lance's poor performance has always reassured her a little, coupled with the Viscount's consistent strong style, she has always restrained herself from attacking Lance.

"Now it seems that I did it wisely. This kid is a piece of shit, and he's going to be kicked out of church tomorrow. The Viscountess and Becky looked at each other, and the mother and daughter were both overjoyed, and they almost began to celebrate.

Several unfamiliar faces stood respectfully at the side of the hall, and they looked at Lance with some curiosity, most of the people in the viscount realm had already heard of this waste second young master. However, for them, these things in the castle are not their business, they just need to be loyal to the powerful Viscount.

"Alright, Lance, don't be nervous, just relax and write. The Wizard of Amman took out a clean hide, which the Viscount had supplied to him anyway, and it was not at all distressing for his son to use Amman.

Lance nodded, took the black swan quill dipped in magic ink from the old wizard's hand, and stood in front of the hide.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Everyone looked at Lance, and their eyes were full of different meanings, some were contempt, some were jealous, some were disdainful, and some were hopeful.

Erin held her chin and looked at Lance with some concern.

"What if Brother Lance can't write it this time?" thought to the girl, with some sorrow.

Everyone stared at Lance, who knew that this guy was holding a pen, but he didn't move for a long time.

Time passed minute by minute, and five minutes later, Becky, who was sitting next to her mother, couldn't help but mutter, "What are you doing? If you can't write, don't write." ”

The viscount did not speak, but judging by his expression, he had no hope for this unsuccessful son.

The Viscountess took Becky's hand and motioned for her not to speak, at this time, she had to pretend to be obedient. The viscount is not a fool, and it is easy to cause disgust if his mother and daughter talk too much, and it is completely unnecessary to fall into the well now.

Everyone's gaze on Lance turned to pity. What a bleak end is for a noble descendant to be sent to the ascetic camp of the Church?

"Lance, you have three minutes. After a while, the old wizard reminded.

Lance nodded as if awakened from a dream, and everyone could only shake their heads when they looked at him. On the contrary, the viscountess continued to behave, and asked with concern: "Lance, you are fine, are you? If you don't feel good, you can either postpone it for a while and write it again." ”

Lance smiled and replied, "Thank you for your concern, I don't have anything to do, I'm just in a daze." ”

Daze?

Everyone is completely speechless in their hearts, in this kind of situation, you can also be in a daze? This can no longer be described as waste, right?

The viscount himself couldn't help but snort.

The captain of the castle patrol sighed in his heart, and couldn't bear to look away, he had seen Lance faint last night in order to write that rune, and he didn't want to relive that terrible scene today.

After saying this, Lance suddenly picked up his pen and began to write on the animal skin.

For a moment, the hall was as quiet as an early morning forest, except for the sound of Reims's brushing and writing.

Three minutes later, when the time was up, Lance's pen stopped.

A smile flashed across the eldest lady's face, and she turned her head and said to the viscount, "My dear, Lance is still young after all, and tomorrow he will go to the ascetic camp, how about I let Mingde accompany him? ”

The viscount didn't say a word, and got up to leave.

At this moment, the Amman wizard, who had taken the animal skin handed over by Lance, suddenly exclaimed in disbelief:

"Lance, you actually wrote it out?!!!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and the face of the viscountess who reacted the fastest immediately turned the color of pig liver.

Lance shrugged, "Father, I think I'm a little hungry. ”