Vol 2 Chapter 127: Midsummer feast (3)

Damn me crazy? I must be crazy!
In one corner of the Silver Hall, Peter Fasha, who was hiding behind the door, gasped for a long time, and his sweat-stained expression was still a trance, as if he was stared at by something terrifying.
Looking around, and after carefully confirming that there were no people around, the young wizard took a sigh of relief and widened his round eyes, cautiously like a stray dog ​​who "run away from home."
In the quiet corridor, Peter could even hear his own gasp and heartbeat. A noisy voice came from the banquet hall. The sound was far away from another world. This illusion made him relax a lot.
At least get rid of that person?
The young wizard guessed very uncertainly, and the dark-haired guy impressed him so much that he could not believe himself.
But is n’t this strange? Peter Fasha calmed down suddenly wondering. The self I just had was instinctive, and I wanted to run away subconsciously. But recall now, what is the point of this?
"I ... why should I run away?"
Suddenly confused, Peter's expression was tangled and he could not help talking to himself.
"Yes, I also want to ask this, why are you running away?"
Awkwardly, some equally confused voice came from beside him. Peter, who was just relieved, jerked suddenly, "squeaking" turned his neck, and a very familiar figure appeared in his eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh ..."
Before Peter shouted, Loren simply pushed him to the ground, covering his mouth with one hand, frowning: "You shouldn't want to be found, right?"
The prostrated Peter nodded silently.
"Then can you promise not to call? Mainly because I don't want to be misunderstood by others."
"..."
"I'll just agree with you." Loren shrugged and turned with a chuckle. The young wizard rubbed his waist, struggling to sit cross-legged on the ground, and secretly glanced at the dark-haired wizard in front of him.
"Can you explain what's going on? If it can be explained."
Facing Loren's inquiry, Peter Fasha's expression was even more awkward, barely squeezing out a smile, and struggling to make up a reason that didn't sound so outrageous: "Uh ... you know, I'm secretly mixing Come in, so it will inevitably be a little scared to see acquaintances. "
"Oh, I see."
The dark-haired wizard with a serious face nodded solemnly, as if he really believed this lie: "It scared me to death. I thought you were planning to misbehave and steal the alchemical recipe of the Bellini family! "
Peter Fasha's expression was so embarrassing that it couldn't be more embarrassing.
"Uh ... hahahaha, what are you talking about, how could I do such a thing ..."
The words hadn't been finished yet. The two people who heard footsteps at the same time looked at the other side of the corridor together in a very tacit understanding-the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and the closer they were to them.
The frightened Peter Fasha suddenly stood up and grabbed Loren's collar: "Ain, you leave here as soon as possible, don't delay for a quarter of an hour-this banquet is different from what you think, it will be too late if you don't go ! "
"Ugh?"
"Go! If they let me find me here ..."
The footsteps had reached the corner of the corridor, and Peter Fassa, who turned and wanted to run, was dragged by Loren and grabbed his collar and threw it into the room behind him. From the door to the door, it was simple, without leaving a trace.
Except for a fluorite ring.
Loren squatted to pick up the ring and looked at it with a playful expression-just before he came to Ebden, a guy who had threatened him once gave him exactly the same.
This is really ... more and more interesting.
The footsteps stopped behind him, and the dark-haired wizard half-kneeled on the ground quietly hid the ring in his sleeve.
"Mr. Ein Rand, what are you looking for?"
Ariel's weak voice came from behind, and looked at him curiously: "Or ... What did you find interesting?"
"Just accidentally lost the ring." The black-haired wizard turned around with a smile, playing with the "gadget" in his hand, and handed it to the girl in front of him at random.
"this is……"
"When I was in Lotel, a priest gave it to me." Loren replied, "Is it a meaningful souvenir?"
"Can I give it to Ariel for the time being?" The girl asked softly, her blinking eyes exuding the luster of expectation: "Ariel will keep it well and will never lose it."
"Of course." The black-haired wizard nodded and glanced out of the corridor: "Let's go back to the banquet hall, maybe they have already started."
The girl's attention seemed to be attracted by the ring. He gently dragged Loren's right wrist behind him and walked towards the banquet hall, not even aware of the cold expression of the dark-haired wizard.
How did she find herself?
Whether it is tracking or hiding, Loren is very confident in his ability. After being guided by Liya and the elves and dancers in the ancient wood forest, he can already move quickly without leaving any traces.
Even if it's a rush, the other party can't perceive their footsteps, and even less likely to have footprints-if not relying on these, then what is she relying on to keep up with them?
"It's a smell."
Ariel, who always bowed her head, said softly, "Mr. Ein Rand ... You have a very distinctive smell on your body, and they are completely different from the wizards, so Ariel can find you. "
"No ... It should be said that you are different from anyone, you are special."
Seeing the black-haired wizard stop and look at himself, Ariel smiled slightly and hugged his right arm tightly: "Let ’s go to the banquet hall, they must have started."
… As time went by, the atmosphere of the banquet hall gradually reached the most exciting moment. While chatting with the guests, the food and wine began to ask each other constantly, looking forward to the arrival of a young wizard.
Whether it is envy or jealousy, Alto Bellini's research has indeed reached an unmatched level, even in the history of the wizards, there are rare discoveries that can match it.
Among the guests present, the most special one was the representative of the Holy Cross Church, and also the Bishop of Eboden, Lord Noum. Since coming to the banquet scene, I have rarely talked with the guests around, just sitting in a corner and constantly wiping the sweat from my forehead.
Becoming a bishop of Eboden is already unfortunate enough, and now I have to become a witness to this blasphemous creation ...
That's right, this is absolutely humiliating-the miracle that originally belonged to the Holy Cross is now taken out by these wizards and displayed in front of them, and then told him very concisely: "Look, we can do it too."
If it were not for the doctrine of Holy Cross that did not allow him to commit suicide, Bishop Numu would have rather drowned in a stinky ditch rather than stepping into this silver hall for half a step.
"It sounds really pitiful. I have some sympathy for this bishop." The dark-haired wizard, who was also hiding in the corner of the banquet hall, took a sip of rye: "There is nothing in this world better than faith. It ’s more painful to be broken. "
"You were born in Lotel, where is the most powerful place in the church, but also sympathize with them?" Ariel asked for the first time with some surprise: "I thought you knew theirs better than Lotel's wizards Mouth. "
"It's just a matter of fact ~ EbookFREE.me ~ And I still pay respect to Holy Cross." Loren smiled softly.
"Holy Cross ... It is the most terrible, cruelest, and most ruthless devil in the world." The girl's bloodless face suddenly became indifferent: "And these stupid believers are all its accomplices!"
The girl's almost gritted expression made Loren a little surprised, and narrowed his eyes slightly-he had heard similar remarks from the mouth of another guy, but it was just the opposite of the girl.
As he recalled, there was a sudden shout and commotion among the crowd, and the melodious music came to an abrupt end. The guards standing on both sides separated the guests in the banquet hall, leaving a passage in the center.
"Alto Bellini is here!"

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