Vol 5 Chapter 95: Slapped

"Loren ... Duke, he woke up, thank you Holy Cross!"
The noise was so loud that it made people cry, one after another with familiar or strange faces, and the cry of Lucien so excited that he couldn't help himself.
What's going on, I seem ... to be in a coma for a while?
Loren, who tried to open his eyes, could only see one face after another, either anxious or rejoicing, many of which made people feel upset, and his dry mouth didn't even want to say a word, and waved weakly. Wave.
"Everyone goes out immediately!" This is the voice of Eckert, Earl of the Fury Castle: "The Duke needs to be quiet!"
"Yes, you stupid men who don't worry about it, want to smother your Duke with stinky sweat?" This is Salika Jonah, awe-inspiring: "All get out, leave me and dear Ain little angel is enough! "
"... the people I said also included you, Miss Sallyka Jonah."
"Cut, stingy old man, I won't help you next time."
"..." Eckert.
For a whole minute, the chaotic "commotion" sound completely disappeared. Loren, struggling to sit up, looked around with a few breaths.
A small tent, sitting on the bed by himself, and a little wizard who was busy refining pharmaceutical agents in front of the test rig.
The thick smell is mixed with the sedative, and the old vinegar smell mixed with several medicaments "stewed" in the crucible makes people almost unable to breathe normally.
"How about ... I mean, am I still healthy?" Loren asked pretendingly, feeling the whole body.
"It's very healthy, even the wounded soldiers in the barracks can't compare to you." Ayn replied without looking back, his voice a little indifferent, and busy debugging the potions: "You're just exhausting energy, it's no big deal. "
"It's the same as every time before ..."
Loren chuckled softly, but his temples were torn like tears; he sat upright, reaching for the sedative placed on the table, and suddenly emptied.
Raising his head blankly, Ai Yin, who was indifferent, stood in front of him, his eyes flushed.
"Uh ... that, I ..."
Snapped--!
Clear and slap in the face, pumped on his left face.
The black-haired wizard froze.
"It's almost ... it's almost, if it wasn't for Lusien to bring you back in time, you're dead." The little wizard clenching his teeth, his voice trembling:
"It's the same as every time!"
Rubbing his red cheeks, Loren stared at the blue eyes intently.
"In order to allow you to wake up immediately, I gave you three grams of sedatives." Ai Yin clenched her fist, almost leaking these words between her teeth:
"This dose can already be used to kill people!"
"But you saved my life with it. It's good, it's beautiful." Loren chuckled lightly, tensing his right arm with all his strength, and raised his thumbs towards the little wizard: "It's worthy of even Doyle Tutor Kant is proud of the alchemist! "
"Loren Turin, I'm not kidding you!" Ai Yin's eyes widened:
"Even if your physique is beyond ordinary people, even if you are lucky again and again and someone will save you every time-how long can you live like this battle?"
The powder fist clenching the sedative seems to wish to crush the potion bottle.
Only she knows best what is the physical condition of Loren Turin at the moment; although he can be as healthy as a resurrection time and time again, such vitality is by no means costless and never endless.
It's like returning to the light.
The little wizard is very important, knowing that he cannot disturb him at this time-not only this time, but almost every time; what he can do at most is "not to trouble him".
As the burden of the Duke, the grudge against Farnesses, the threat of life and death ... No matter the body or mind, he has pushed himself to the limit, but he is still squeezing his potential, as if he is racing against something.
No, even without these, he will still be like this ... this guy pretends to be very humble, but his heart is more proud than the most arrogant elves and dwarves; he will not pretend to pretend, but instinctively reject from any aspect Helping hand.
Always stubbornly believe that you can accomplish everything by yourself.
And all you can do is patience, quiet patience, well ... don't trouble him.
Don't trouble him.
The clear blue eyes glowed with water, and a crystal-clear "water stain" appeared on the white cheeks.
Loren sighed and was at a loss for almost half a minute before he gently hugged the little wizard's shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry ... it's all my fault, ridiculously wrong." Gently patted the back of Ain's head, the little wizard biting his lower lip held him in his arms, petite body uninterrupted. Trembling.
"Big liar, big liar, you are ... never willing to tell the truth ..."
"Well, you're right, I'm always willing to tell the truth; because I know there is someone ... even if I lie to her many times, she will forgive me."
Holding Ain's head, her golden hair leaked out of her fingers: "And she can even tell me the biggest secret of her life in order to help me, a liar full of lies."
"So I owe her forever."
There was a light smile on the corner of Loren's mouth-no pressure, no pretentious, natural, stretched smile.
The two were silent for a long time.
"Ayn?"
"Huh?" The little wizard murmured.
"I want to tell you some ... the truth." Loren slowly released his arms and whispered, looking at her slightly red eyes: "I wanted to say a long time ago and dragged on until now."
When the words fell, the expression of the dark-haired wizard suddenly became more serious: "Remember when we first met ... That wild dog village, we teamed up to defeat the robber."
"That time, I actually got help from an evil to defeat him-the evil god's name is Asriel, and I signed a contract with him to become his apostle."
"It was a last resort at the time, but it became the main cause of many troubles in the future-I won't hide it anymore, I ... I am an apostle of the evil god, and so is Lucien; even that Ariel, It is also part of the evil Asriel. "
"All in all, what we are doing now is to unite one evil to deal with another more terrifying evil god." The extremely tired Loren was incoherent and could not remember what he really wanted to say:
"These are my biggest secrets at the moment. As long as any one is announced, the Holy Cross Church and the entire empire will want me. The Trial Court of the Church will probably be excited to take me out of the skin and send it to the torture rack to restore the church's reputation."
"Of course, these can't prove anything, but I think that only by doing this will not owe you; and these ... I will only tell you, tell you alone."
"Only you ... only you."
The voice fell.
Ain froze for almost a minute, staring at the dark-haired wizard's eyes full of sincerity.
"I do not believe!"
The little wizard holding his shoulders snorted, a look of "disdain": "Anyway, it's 'You come from another world', 'Magic wand called a cell phone', 'Elder who talks and laughs like wind'- You will fool me. "
"No!" Loren's eyes widened and he resisted the urge not to roll his eyes: "In addition, all the things I said are also true. No word is lying to you, I swear!"
"Do not believe, just do not believe!"
"Why, am I unclear?" Loren was at a loss, and his expression was a little crazy. "Sorry, but I still seem to be too conscious, and it's a bit messy; then we'll do it all over again, from where Is it the beginning? Oh, yes ... Wild Dog Village! "
"I don't listen! I don't listen!"
The little wizard with the ears turned turned around, not giving the black-haired wizard any chance to "make it clear"; he ran directly out of the tent, leaving him sitting alone on the bed, only to stare.
Luisen, who was standing outside the tent, was startled by Ain who ran out, and quickly probed his head inside; Loren waved tiredly at him, trying to calm down.
It ’s not that I do n’t want to be honest, I really ca n’t do it ...
"What happened, I mean ... I just saw Lord Ain Rand running out in a panic." Earl Eckert, who walked in carefully, frowned slightly: "You and Lord Ain never happened. What? "
"No, nothing." Loren interrupted him undoubtedly, then immediately changed the subject: "How is the situation, is the army all right?"
"Half of the casualties, but the combat power still exists, as long as you rest for a while, you should be able to restore strength." Eckert said calmly:
"When you regain your energy, I will let the 100-person team send the roster to you for inspection-including name, resume, position, service time, all contents will be in it."
"This battle is an unprecedented precious experience for Bain. All tactics, coordination, mistakes, judgment ... will have a great impact on the Bain army in the next 20 to 30 years, and even affect it. Two or three generations of knights. "
"The last capture of the dwarven fortress was already twelve generations ago ... After this battle, the army of Byrne was finally able to recover the hardworking spirit of the ancestors of that year, not just the knights who ran on the flat ground. "
The Earl of Fury said with emotion: "I don't know if you really are for this reason, but ... without Miss Salika Jonah, we probably don't have the courage to actually attack Silver Helmet, not just pretend. "
Loren nodded.
If it were not used by the "Black Cross" Serel, this should have been a very correct decision.
But when it comes to Silver Helmet Mountain ...
"Silver Helmet, have we attacked?" Loren asked.
"Silver Helmet ..." Ector looked up and glanced behind the door. "There is no more Silver Helmet."
Loren raised his eyebrows.
"After we broke through the dwarf's wall defenses, their resistance had ended, and the whole line was defeated." Eckert said solemnly: "After the city gate was broken, they didn't even persevere for half a day, they collapsed. Now. "
"Thousands of dwarfs passed through our front of the defense line and almost hit them directly-there were soldiers, but more elderly people, women and children, waved out of the fortress and fled to our siege Position.
Right now they are staying behind the trenches and earth barriers outside the barracks. There is no food or supplies, and even drinking water is scarce. All the property is only what is on their bodies.
If we do n’t care about them, one-fifth of the dwarves will freeze, thirst, and starve to death tomorrow morning, and the rest will kill each other to fight for food;
Within a week, they either counterattacked the fortress, or attacked our camp, or continued to breathe, but the results were the same ... There is no more Silver Helmet. "
"As for the reason ..." Ector slowly said: "Duke, you should know better than me."
Loren looked at him without changing his face: "There is something in your words, Eckert."
"Yes, Duke." Eckert did not deny: "I don't think you have enough trust in us, or at least ... this battle, you didn't tell us the whole truth."
"Of course, we are your courtiers and soldiers, and carrying out your orders will always be our first duty."
The Count of Fury said humility, but Loren could still feel his dissatisfaction.
"I see." Scratching his head, Loren sighed: "This time it's wrong with me ... in various senses, I will explain it to everyone when the battle is over."
Of course, the premise is that a guy is really willing to tell the truth ... Lorren can't help but meditate in the heart.
"No, you did nothing wrong."
Ok? This sentence caused Loren to raise his eyebrows, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"What I said to you just now is in your capacity as a courtier ... The ruler will use the courtier's opinion as an important reference, but it is definitely not an instruction." Eckert shook his head:
"If you feel that something should not be known, then it should not be known; it is your responsibility to bear the secrets that are not known."
"No one knows why Ed Turin would go his own way, betting on the fate of Byrne to take down the last fortress of the dwarf in Byrne territory; . "
Eckert nodded slightly: "They have faced countless times of accountability like you today ~ EbookFREE.me ~ There is a lot of noise and dissatisfaction ... I don't know how Ed Turin solved it. But I was fortunate enough to see with my own eyes what the 'Black Duke' did. "
"He threw the dawn sword in front of his father and said,‘ either be loyal to me or kill me ’.
They never explained, never apologized; when he was close, he could be like a child who would only play tricks. When tough, even if half of Bain was against it, he would do it alone.
This is the Duke of Turin, the Duke who can make all Bayern proud. Eckert sighed, as if recalling those fascinating years.
But in the next second, he returned to his original state, and nodded slightly: "But these are not the main reasons why I disturb your retreat. Please forgive the old man who likes to chatter."
"Please." Loren waved carelessly, his eyes calm.
"Just now, the messenger of Archduke Laszlo Varna came." Eckert's voice was a little deep, with some indescribable dignity:
"He, brought the frontline report ..."