Vol 4 Chapter 4: Visit (below)

"This is the Xia Mu courtyard, the royal palace beneath the hills of Golovin-before your Highness Brandon ends his visit, it is your temporary residence."
Standing outside the gate of an exquisite garden, the smiling Weber nodded slightly towards Loren:
"There are guards and servants in the courtyard, please mention it if you need anything; please inform in advance if you want to visit the imperial capital;"
"In addition, although it is a royal palace, it is often used to entertain foreign ministers and people waiting to meet. Most of the nobles of the imperial capital are still very polite and enthusiastic. May wish to chat with them."
Raising his head, the pious little priest and the dark-haired wizard faced each other: "The task has been completed below, and we will go to the cathedral to return to the Archbishop Innocent immediately."
"My friend, may you have a smooth journey ... I will pray to you for the Holy Cross."
Maybe ... Loren, who did n’t say it, smiled: "Thank you, and I wish you all the best."
There was a trace of consternation flashing on the little priest's face, but he smiled and turned away; the smile on the dark-haired wizard's face gradually faded until he watched him go away, and the corner of his gaze occasionally glanced at the sky dome at the top of the hill. palace.
What the next plan is depends on the results of Brandon ’s visit ... whether it is good or bad, this is not something that one can interfere with now.
At least ... it still is.
With or expecting, or a heavy mood, the dark-haired wizard and his party walked into the gate of the Xia Mu courtyard; after passing through a fountain and a spring garden composed of evergreen flowers and plants, a delicate three-story pavilion appeared on their before.
Pushing the door along the red carpet underneath, the hall is facing the door to the stairs to the second floor and the promenade on both sides; under the nine tulip crystal chandeliers hanging from the vault, colorful glazed tiles shine Color; both sides of the wall are filled with various marble carvings, decorated with oil paintings on the wall and gold and silver wall lamps.
On the wall of the staircase facing the gate, there is a huge portrait.
In the picture, a young woman wearing silver armor and black cloak; she wears a crown and a long sword, rides on the back of a red dragon, and her fiery long hair is scattered behind her, and she looks magnificent;
Behind her is a blaze of snow and ice; the fierce dragon is still spitting dragon inflammation, and the figure of the knight with numerous guns can be seen on the ground, and he is charging towards the countless monsters.
The red dragon, the snow and ice, the female "dragon knight" wearing a crown ... The black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows involuntarily. He already knew who the person was painting.
"The tenth generation of Sacran is also the only De Sa Leon who has become the master of the Sky Dome in the form of a woman, Her Majesty Charlotte I, Queen of Mad Dragon."
With the steady footsteps, a very kind voice came slowly from the other end of the hall corridor; the little wizard and Isaac behind them turned back curiously, looking in the direction of the sound.
Just like the voice, this is a kind-looking middle-aged man; his brown hair is already somewhat gray, and his dark green eyes are still bright;
The middle-aged man in a delicate purple purple robe, leaning on a beech wood wand in his left hand, stood in front of the oil painting and carefully examined it. He suddenly sighed softly:
"The empire's subjects can only remember the figure of" Queen Dragon Queen "who was brave and warlike during the eighth monster invasion; but never realized that this is also a girl who loves music, wine and poetry ... the favorite garden of the past, It has also become a place for entertaining courtiers to rest. "
"If she knew, how would she feel?"
"Should it be ... very happy?" The little wizard, who had always been silent, said suddenly.
"I heard that the definition of happiness lies in sharing, not possession." Loren immediately took Ayin's words and looked at this somewhat surprised, uninvited middle-aged man, said indifferently:
"I believe if Her Majesty Charlotte I can see that her garden is not deserted, but that more people can appreciate its beauty ... I must be very happy."
When the words fell, the dark-haired wizard glanced at the little wizard behind him; Ayin's cheeks were slightly red and he turned his head to stop looking at the guy.
"Under Loren Turin, I am very happy to meet your lord." Loren offered his right hand to the middle-aged man with a formal smile on his face: "I don't know if I have the honor to make a friend with you?"
"Grey Sal, a mentor at the Royal Wizarding Academy of Golovin." The middle-aged man introduced himself very enthusiastically and shook hands with the black-haired wizard and looked at the group with kindness:
"You came here, presumably also to see His Majesty Eckhart II? It's a shame, you may be late; I heard that His Highness Brandon just returned today ..."
Grey Thrall froze before he had finished speaking, and suddenly grabbed the hand of the black-haired wizard: "Wait! You, you say you're called Loren ... Loren Turin, the wizard of His Royal Highness Brandon consultant?!"
"Yes, yeah, what's wrong?"
"No ... nothing, but I just came back from Ebden half a month ago!" The middle-aged wizard was suddenly agitated and trembling from head to toe:
"Excuse me! That ... well, there is no disrespect for you." The other side laughed suddenly and embarrassedly, then raised his head suddenly:
"Is the famous genius wizard here with you ?!"
The famous "genius" wizard ... The black-haired wizard with a stiff expression looked sideways and not only moved involuntarily behind him.
A gray pupil with a blank face, a small wizard with a look of consternation, and ... Edward who didn't know where to go ...
As for Isaac Grantham ... that already lifted his chin, it was a look waiting to introduce himself, and he turned around deliberately as if it had nothing to do with him.
The situation is not right ...
Even if the other party came from Ebden, they will understand that Isaac ’s chances should be minimal-only really understand him, only the two wizard tower veterans of Corona and Freswalk.
That being the case, how did the other party know of Isaac's existence?
What's wrong? Loren, who hasn't changed his face, is at the very moment in his mood.
It was Peter Fasha who betrayed himself ...
It ’s Rout Infinite ...
Or ... The other party's identity is not just a mentor as he said?
Think about it carefully; this sudden meeting is indeed a coincidence; maybe he arranged it in advance, maybe waiting for himself here ...
"Excuse me ... do you have anything?" The dark-haired wizard stared at the Gray Saar wizard, saying one word after another:
"If possible, hope to explain."
"Ah! I'm so ... too rude!" The middle-aged wizard who was scared suddenly laughed at himself and said apologetically:
"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that I felt emotion after I learned about this genius's research ... It's merciless to say that compared with this high-level way of thinking, most of the apprentices in this college are just like potatoes in their head It's no different! "
"Before I left Ebden, I heard that he followed you with His Highness Brandon de Salion to the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain ... so I am so distraught after knowing your identity, I am very sorry!"
Gray Saar said the more excited, the more excited the more: "So I really hope you can refer for the next, only hope to be able to ask him ... It is not okay to write a letter!"
Loren, who didn't change his face, strained his heartstrings, and his mouth was still twitching unnaturally ... He could already feel that Isaac could pierce all his eyes, and flew across his back countless times.
"Uh, I don't know what you are going to find ..."
"Excuse me!"
Before Loren finished talking about it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The excited middle-aged wizard suddenly turned around and looked at the three people behind the black-haired wizard: "Which one is ...
Ain Rand? ! "
At that moment, the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Still next to Lucien with a blank face, standing a little wizard who was more dazed than his expression, subconsciously pointed his finger at himself:
"Just ... it's me ..."
"Ah! It turned out that it was you who answered my question, which is a great honor!"
The excited Grey Thrall stepped forward, passing by the petrified Isaac, holding Ain's hands, and the little wizard's face was full of fear:
"In Lower Grey Thrall, as the first tutor of the Royal Wizarding Academy of Golovin, I sincerely invite you to visit our college as a guest!"
"All of us are waiting for you at any time!"