Vol 3 Chapter 60: Just say hello (below)

"may I come in?"
Although it was a polite question, the man waiting outside the door was an unquestionable tone, and the courtesy clasping the door also seemed to be a wake-up call.
The little wizard was lying on the edge of the door alertly, staring at the patient man outside the door from the crack, squeezing his mouth tightly and not dare to take a breath.
Connold de Salion ... What is he going to do?
The door was not locked, and Connor, who looked so cold, knocked again:
"Your Excellency Ein Rand, I know you are inside-just tell me if you do n’t want me to go in. There ’s no need to be stupid."
There was still no response behind the door.
"Okay ..." Prince Sackland didn't have a half angry expression: "Your Excellency Ain Rand, I wish you a happy mood and disturb."
The little wizard behind the door took a deep breath and took a deep breath with all his strength. Firmly clenched the handle and pushed the door open.
"Sorry, His Royal Highness Crown Prince Connold."
"There is nothing to be sorry, His Excellency Ein Rand." Connold, who had just turned and left, stopped, his cold face revealing a trace of gentleness, still the undoubted tone:
"Can we have a chat in the house? The winter in Jiejie Mountain is too cold."
Of course, the small wizard could not refuse, especially in the face of Prince Sackland, she could not think of any good reason-the majesty, the momentum, and the expression, and the friendly and easy-to-speak Brandon are completely positive and negative.
The room is a small reading room, and there are also a large number of alchemists and pharmacists in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, serving as an auxiliary to the Legion Mountain. Many of them were recruited from East and West Sackland by temporary orders, and some apprentices from the Wizarding College had to join the army because they could not afford the high tuition.
Despite the protests of the Holy Cross Church countless times, an excellent pharmacist can save hundreds of wounded soldiers, and the skilled alchemist is an indispensable talent for the army's logistics.
Holding the water glass in his hand, the little wizard sat down opposite Connold with his head down, and the corner of his gaze swept across the other person's face. Every moment of sight touch made her nervous and restless.
No matter how slow it is, Ain still knows that the Crown Prince has a bad relationship with Brandon, but Loren is a wizard consultant for Brandon-she is not Isaac, and of course it is clear what this means.
"Don't be so nervous, Your Excellency Ain Rand; I just passed by the way and suddenly wanted to say hello to you."
Connor calmly said: "You don't need to worry about what I will do to you-yes, my relationship with Brandon is not very good; but I am not my brother who likes to play tricks, and I will not deliberately It hurts the innocent people around him. "
"In fact, in addition to saying hello, I want to thank you more."
"Thank me?" There was a trace of confusion flashing on the little wizard's face. He didn't expect the other party to say that, and looked at him stupefiedly.
No ... It should be that the majestic Prince of Sackland would also thank others?
"Hug, sorry, but I don't quite understand ..."
"Fortress alchemist, they have told me."
Connor slowly opened the mouth, interrupting Ayn ’s words:
You helped them complete a simple formula, so that the fortress can use the only materials to make the ignition agent even when the supply is cut off from the rear, although its power and effect Slightly inferior, but at least it works. "
"In this regard, as the commander of the Jiejie Mountain Fortress, I must express my most sincere gratitude to you-and I can assure you that the Jiejie Mountain Fortress will never forget your merits, we will use your name to Name this new type of ignition agent! "
"Use, use my name ?!"
Ayin, who had just drunk, almost sprayed directly on Connold's face:
"No no no ... you, you are so polite! It's really nothing, I just helped out; the alchemists in the fortress are already nearly successful, even if there is no me, it will only be sooner or later!"
"Without you, they will have to succeed in at least another four or five years, at least." Connold looked at Ain, who was cramped, unchanged:
"Your Excellency Ein Rand, your four-day achievement alone surpasses the ten-year work of twelve alchemists, and you absolutely deserve this honor."
"Thank you for your compliments ..." The slightly excited little wizard blushed slightly, but still kept the basic sense-she had not forgotten that the person in front of her almost killed all of them in the camp people.
It was his order to put innocent Loren into prison, and hanged Isaac's father as a deserter.
This man is Loren ’s enemy and is not worthy of his trust.
"I am a devout Holy Cross believer, but this does not prevent me from admiring and respecting your alchemist."
Connold spoke softly, tapping the table with his right hand and seemed to be thinking: "You know what made the Royal Palace of De Salion bear the opposition of the Holy Cross Church, and it must also vigorously develop alchemy and pharmacy in Sacrament Learn? "
The little wizard shook his head politely, waiting for the answer.
"Because unlike other wizards, you are down-to-earth, and every experiment you do has an accurate and unmistakable goal. Whether you fail or succeed, what you do is meaningful, and you can effectively deal with everything around you. , Influence each other. "
"Your pragmatism has conquered the down-to-earth Sacrans; the clarity and perseverance of the goal is the real greatness of alchemists!"
Hearing that the little wizard here even understood that the other party was deliberately showing good intentions, he couldn't help but straighten his back and nodded slightly.
"Pragmatic, and have clear goals ... great quality." Connold said slowly, almost sighing:
"Unfortunately, this quality is getting harder and harder to see-like my brother, Brandon de Salion; and his wizard advisor, your friend ...
Loren Turin, they don't see this quality in their bodies. "
The smile on Ai Yin's face faded away, and his pupils spread: "You, what are you talking about?"
"They are all smart, they are good at avoiding mistakes, using the surrounding environment and the only resources to gain an advantage, and making the situation beneficial to them. For this, even I admire them.
So maybe they are very pragmatic, but do they really have clear goals?
Or ... do they really know what their ultimate goal is, I doubt it very much.
Because you have to fight against your brother to chaos to win a victory, or to pursue lost knowledge while looking for opportunities for revenge-these cannot be clear goals, because you ca n’t find where the criteria for success are.
I know your friend Loren, and he is really good at controlling the situation, and is very efficient in completing a certain task; Brandon is also very similar, and the number of failures is rare.
There should be an 'ultimate goal' in a person's life, and everything else must serve this.
But they do n’t know what their goal is, like ... It ’s like a fish going upstream, trying their best to find the waves that can rise up, crossing the dangerous beaches, and survive in the crisis again and again ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ and get what you want;
But they do n’t know where the goal is and where the end point is; they just go upstream; their ‘goals’ are close at hand and they can be quickly achieved and achieved.
That is not a goal, at least it is not a goal that you need to spend at least forty years to pursue a plan-so, you can only see the person in front of you, you can never understand what it is like to see the person after forty years, it is What kind of thoughts.
Just like Brandon and your friend Loren can never understand, I want to kill my brother and protect his contradictory mood as much as possible.
For the empire, the value of a "dragon rider" is inestimable; but also the potential destructive factors of Brandon are inestimable.
They can't see it, so they won't understand how I did it, they won't guess my plan, this is their weakness. "
Putting down the glass in his hand, Connor stood silently and looked at the little wizard who was calm and calm:
"If your friend can come back alive, please be sure to tell him what I said today."