Vol 6 Chapter 164: Secret

"Although he hasn't spoken yet, poor Asriel can see that dear Loren is not very welcome."
Smiled and sat on the desk in the laboratory, the blond teenager shook his calf, a tone of "broken heart": "Is it because of this cute little girlfriend?"
The black-haired wizard ignored him.
The expressionless Loren picked up the "stunned" little wizard, walked to the bed and laid her down carefully, and took the thin blanket from the side to cover it.
"Still say ... not a cute little girlfriend." With a sly smile, Asriel "flashed" beside the black-haired wizard, with a lazy elegance raised from the corner of his mouth:
"It's a little girlfriend ... men?"
"You have so much nonsense today."
Interrupted him coldly, and the dark-haired wizard turned his eyes: "Don't you think you should explain other things before you talk nonsense?"
"No, no, now for Asriel, it's still more important for Loren's emotional life." The blond teenager's face showed a particularly bright smile:
"I'm hesitant, very tangled, right? But it doesn't need to be so tangled, because the only people who can really get all of Loren are ..."
Snapped!
The white and fragile neck was pinched by the caster's left hand, like iron tongs, and even the delicate "click" sound of the fractured neck bone could be heard.
"If this will make dear Loren feel better, please do so."
The scarlet pupil flickered, and Asriel, who was pinched by his throat, had a pale complexion:
"Tear off the neck, break the limbs, cut open the chest cavity, dig out the eyes, pull out the tongue ... Don't be polite, if you want, Asriel can cooperate with the screaming, any tone can be."
Bearing the urge to roll his eyes, the dark-haired wizard's mouth twitched.
"Astrael ... I understand Loren's mood now, and I always understand it." He was still strangled by his neck, and the blond teenager still didn't change his face:
"Hidden by people, fooled by people, deceived by people ... This kind of" anger "that only intelligent life can understand, far exceeds the stimulation of real harm."
"But ... Asriel still hopes that Loren can continue to trust me, because the fruits of the truth in advance are too heavy and too dangerous-Asriel, you must do everything possible to avoid this danger, Protect Dear Loren from the truth. "
"Well, what are the truths I can know now?" Loren said coldly: "For example ... Enzong, the silver dragon of Jufeng Mountain."
"You already knew that I would go to Jufeng Mountain?"
"I don't know, but Asriel knows that dear Loren will meet him sooner or later; and the last dragon of the millennium ago will never let go of any chance of revenge and counterattack."
Revenge?
The silver dragon Enzo should represent the interests of the dragon king ’s royal family, but this war of annihilation is almost driven by these royal families in order to destroy the wizard ...
So, there is something else about this matter?
Shook his head, Asriel's eyes were very innocent: "He can see my mark on Loren and Lucien, so many things need not be stated."
"Lorren only needs to meet him, and the big guy will naturally understand what to do next-after all, we are his last chance."
"Last chance?"
"Yeah-Logan, Roland, Loren ... Dear Loren, you are the third person who has this power, enough to end this, and the last one."
"If you fail, the future of this world is really dark."
Dark sky?
This is the first time he used this term, but it does not mean that Loren really believed.
"So ... I am the third person to stand up against the Black Cross Serel, and maybe the last one?"
"It may not be." The eyelashes tremble slightly, and the young scarlet eyes are extremely sincere: "It is the last one."
"Dear Loren is not just about defeating Séior, but the Terminator."
"Yes, that's an honor." Loren sneered: "Why ... in other words, why do you make me believe what you said?"
Asriel smiled, with a hint of mystery in her soft smile.
"It is because of the courage and wisdom shown in this language that poor Asriel is so fascinated by Loren." The scarlet eyes flickered, and the teenager couldn't bear licking his bloodless lips:
"You have found the key to the problem, but you are still trying to get more truth out of my mouth ... trying to remove my defense and divert attention-because poor Asriel always hopes that Loren can I believe the sincerity of others. "
The dark-haired wizard was indifferent, neither acknowledging nor denying.
"But as in the past, poor Asriel can't continue to tell Loren any more-just now that Loren has known it, it is dangerous enough."
'S eyes narrowed, Asriel was "grieved" and said: "The only thing people can do is to affirm Loren's current thinking."
"Yes, everything is as Loren imagined, this is a war, a war that has been going on for a long time."
"Logan before thirteen generations, the Black Duke before three generations ... There are constantly unwilling to be eliminated, trying to break their fate again and again, exhausting all the methods they can imagine, and then ... … "
"... Lost defeat."
Slightly stunned, Loren loosened the left hand that clamped the neck of the blonde teenager.
"Of course, there are some guys who have already fate, begging for hope to have their own place in the future world; or being so stupid that there is no idea of ​​resistance at all, acting purely instinctively ... in front of such a war that can not see hope , There can be no deserters. "
"Logan wearing a hat struggled all his life, and finally did nothing but reinherit the wizard."
"The Black Duke Roland Turin and the Valkyrie Brenhild did everything they could, in exchange for a complete destruction of form and spirit, and a seal in the church;"
"We watched one failure after another, and one after another who stood up with courage, and finally could only fall down powerlessly ... pessimism and despair almost made us give up."
"Time doesn't make sense to us, it doesn't matter if this war will be fought for thousands of years if necessary, but the fact is that every time we fail, it makes our enemies stronger, makes us more helpless, loses more More power. "
Gently stroking the neck scar, the blond teenager sighed with emotion.
"Then ... it's my turn, isn't it?"
Adjusted his emotions, Loren said blankly.
"No matter how many years passed, dear Lauren ... the day I met you was the happiest day for Asriel." There was a smile on the corner of my mouth, and the crimson eyes of the teenager flashed cunningly:
"When poor Asriel is about to give up, it brings last hope."
"Hope?" The black-haired wizard sneered: "You might as well say that cannon fodder is more appropriate."
"Absolutely not! Only you have the opportunity to end this and let the future of this world have such a visible light." Slightly widening his eyes, Asriel's eyes were unabashedly sincere:
"Because you are too important, and because of the lesson, Asrere dare not tell you everything-if you fail again, you will really have to leave us with the last hope!"
This sentence Loren heard countless times from his mouth, only this time only a little bit to believe.
"So ... what do I do, I still have no right to know?"
The black-haired wizard raised his eyebrows.
"It's a pity, but this is the case now." The scarlet pupil looked at Loren's expression tenderly, and Asriel said quietly: "This is a war that has been going for hundreds of years or even thousands of years and will determine the future destiny Any omission will result in a disastrous defeat, and any mistake will cause us to lose all of the last. "
"And we ... can't lose anymore."
Loren didn't speak, his eyes flashed.
Who are we, who are our enemies-he still did not make it clear.
But Loren can already guess some vaguely.
"You said that all friendships between friends are mutually beneficial."
The black-haired wizard who was silent for a while, spoke softly.
Asriel smiled and nodded very firmly.
"Since I helped you, then you will definitely help me ..." Staring at the young scarlet eyes, Loren said in a deep voice: "If you have won this war for you ... the battle that determines the future of fate, you can give What do I return? "
The next second, Asrell smiled as if he had prepared.
"Dear Loren, if we can really win ..."
Looked at with obsidian-like eyes, the tone of the teenager was soothing, and every word and syllable was very clear:
"I will give you what you always wanted but never got."
…………………………
Gently opened the door, and Lusien, who had been staying outside, turned back immediately: "How is it, he ... she, is she feeling better?"
"It's okay." The black-haired wizard sighed and waved to the worried gray-eyed teenager: "Ain is much stronger than we thought, and it won't happen in a single stimulation."
Saying this, Loren didn't know whether he was comforting Lucien or himself.
But the real trouble is not Ain and Charlotte, but more than 300 aristocrats who have gathered in the Red Blood Castle, from all sides, and thousands of outsiders who participated in the ceremony.
This is the most terrible.
Charlotte has already released the news, if the "wedding" can not be held as scheduled, the consequences can hardly be imagined-the reputation of the Turin family will fall sharply, and outsiders may not care too much, but the Bayerns will be completely disappointed and gather in Chi The Cavaliers led by the Earl of Bloodcastle will be even more disappointed.
Is it true that I want to come to the scene of "the wedding day, the male owner escapes marriage"?
An ancient bridge flashed through Loren's mind, and then quickly threw it out.
Too old-fashioned and too hard-this is fantasy literature, not romantic drama.
More importantly, he really could not imagine a woman fighting for jealousy for himself; or even further, all became his own "wings" ...
That is the kind of treatment that a "true male lead" can only have.
Small wizards and Charlotte are also unlikely to fight for their own lives and fight for their own grievances; they will die together, and then they are more likely to fall in love.
No way, who made the novel's protagonist not himself.
Like a self-abuse, the dark-haired wizard sighed for a long time.
"Then have you decided?"
Lucien asked tentatively.
"Decide what?"
"Decide which one?" The gray-eyed boy's natural expression: "You are the Duke of Byrne, you must be married, right-who is it, Charlotte or Ain?"
"Isaac told me that you gave him and Ain a promise, but now Charlotte has come to the door again, so ..."
"Etc., etc……"
Suddenly interrupted the words of the gray pupil, Loren, who was full of black lines, took a deep breath: "Lusien listens, you are willing to care about friends, but this time things like you and Isaac. It doesn't matter-you just have to make sure that the secret about Ain cannot be known by outsiders. "
"Also ... Children, don't ask your adults anything, just take care of yourself!"
"Observe ..."
The face of aggrieved Lusien silently lowered his head, very scornful lip.
Lorren turned around and chose to ignore.
"In addition, there is one more thing."
As if suddenly remembered, the gray pupil quickly hurriedly said: "Bishop Weber of the Bayern Cathedral invites you to go and discuss some wedding ceremonies."
"But the priest he sent to secretly told me that this is just a guise-the church deacon from the imperial capital, and some people secretly contacted him, hoping to take advantage of the dragon incident to make trouble to you; En follows the order of the Imperial Capital Church and implements the newly enacted wizard restriction bill. "
"Bishop Weber hopes to communicate with you ~ EbookFREE.me ~" to see what to do to resolve this matter without overly enraging the church and the sky dome. "
This is indeed a trouble.
On the one hand, it is impossible for Byrne to ignore the commands of the Sky Dome, but if it is actually carried out, it will surely make the sorcerers of Byrne completely chilled; The believer's explanation is a hassle.
On the other hand, the next war will also rely on Weber's power-if the Bayern Church can stand up to encourage the people of Bayern, Loren can concentrate more materials and troops to win the next war.
"understood."
Brows closed, the dark-haired wizard's expression gradually dignified: "Tell him, I will meet him tomorrow in the church."
Lustn nodded solemnly, expressing his understanding.
"Oh, yes, there is one more thing."
Just before the black-haired wizard turned and left, the gray-eyed boy shouted at him again: "As for Ayin's identity, Weber already knew it-when Isaac broke into the conference room, the Bishop Weber happened to be there , So ... you'd better be prepared a little bit ... "
"... he may also ask the same questions as me."
"..." Loren Turin. ...

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