Chapter 7: Confused (on)

With the last effort, he pulled the sword from the body of the robber's head. The panting Loren couldn't even stand, standing aside with the wound on his left shoulder.
Although there is no longer bleeding, the wound on the shoulder is still hot and painful-the preparation is already sufficient, but the battle is still dangerous to a certain extent. This cunning robber disguised himself so well that he really didn't expect such a fearful death guy, even if he was crazy, he could be so powerful.
This is the first time Loren has killed a person himself-although the fingers are still shaking, but the body does not respond much, even the feeling of vomiting, is it natural for me to do this? He thought a bit self-deprecatingly.
"That ... you, are you okay?"
Ain Rand, who was walking behind, spoke a little, and his eyes kept staring at some fierce wounds on Loren's shoulder: "You ... the wound on your shoulder, if you don't ask, it may become inflamed. . "
"It doesn't matter, this little injury doesn't matter ... you see, it's all beginning to scab." Loren said with a calm and calm smile: "I'm born like this, no matter what hurts, it's fast."
"That wouldn't work, at least I have to bandage a little." The little wizard insisted that he took a roll of white bandage from his robe and bandaged him without waiting for Loren to answer.
"Uh ... thank you." Some unexpected Loren suddenly didn't know what to say: "Ah ... yes, I haven't thanked you yet--if it's not your acting ... I mean magic, I might just Won't win so easily. "
Ain, who had just returned a concerned expression, suddenly had a cold expression, and the bandaged hands were suddenly straining. Loren's shoulders immediately pulled, and he almost screamed because of the pain.
"You didn't plan to let me intervene from the beginning, what" most critical moment "is to deceive me, right?"
"what?"
"Sir Loren Turin!" The puffy little wizard stood up and walked in front of Loren, staring at him with wide eyes: "I, Ain Rand, I am Wimpar College Apprentices of wizards, students appointed by the dean, and future alchemists, do not allow me to be a fool! "
"I'm sorry." Loren was simply apologetic and bowed his head with his hands folded. "You're right, I planned to do this from the beginning. I know it's selfish, but please forgive me."
Finished, he looked at the other party "sincerely" without saying a word.
I don't know why, the little wizard looked at him like this, he was so angry that he had to sigh—especially when he saw the wounds and blood on and off Loren's body.
No matter what, the other party saved himself. Ain is not a person who does not know how to tell the story. If it is not the appearance of Loren, it is likely that he will really become a scapegoat for the robbers, and then ...
"Can I stand up?" Ain asked, still concerned, and extended his right hand: "If it is not possible, I can stand by you."
This little wizard is really better than I thought ... Lorren couldn't help but laughed.
"Thank you, but you don't have to." Holding the opponent's hand and standing up, Loren carefully inserted the old knight's saber into the scabbard and carried it behind his back: "Let's leave this ghost place quickly, I've been there for a quarter I don't want to stay any longer. "
Follow, Loren's gaze shifted to the front-the wooden door that had disappeared, appeared again in front of the two people, as if waiting for them to leave.
"Okay ..." The little wizard also nodded. Although he still wanted to continue to investigate this place, the pagan shrine that could be distorted by the void was obviously beyond his own upper limit.
"But what about them?" Ain pointed to the robbers still tempted by the golden treasures, still carnival like a group of lunatics, and even some people began to get rid of their strength, the screaming voice was hoarse, but still Still excited and dancing, repeating what I said before over and over again.
"Let them continue to live in their dreams." Loren shook his head: "After all, no matter who, they have the right to dream, right? Here is the best dream for them."
Even Loren didn't believe this, but it was the best choice for him-even with Ain, the two of them could not beat so many robbers, so it is better for them to let themselves die here , "Carnival" until the lamp is completely exhausted. Anyway, they also deserve it, don't they?
Two people with different thoughts turned around and walked towards the wooden door without looking back at the countless treasures behind them.
.................. "They are out!"
With the creaking of the wooden door at the end of the stairs, a robber outside could not help but shouted, making the atmosphere in the whole church a lot nervous.
The villagers who had gathered outside at this moment were all waiting behind the door in the church, their eyes widened, waiting for the door to open with fear and expectation.
Especially the village chief stood at the forefront of all the villagers without fear of death. After hearing the sound of the door opening, the panting voice became thicker and thicker, as if he wished to pounce directly.
Even if they all knew that the robbers would not share their wealth with themselves, but the greed in their hearts could still not be contained, imagining what the other party might have left-like a rotten vulture.
But after the door opened, the people who walked out were completely beyond their expectations. Lorren, who was carrying the sword, stood by nobody in front of the two surprised robbers, waiting for the other to make way for himself.
"Why, how are you ?!" The startled and frightened robber shouted loudly: "Where is Boss Martin? There are other brethren who come down, how come only you two?"
"Martin is dead."
"What ?!" The two robbers called out almost at the same time, and then rushed furiously to Loren standing in the same place. Ain standing behind was too late to call out and saw Loren had pressed his right hand on On the hilt.
The long sword was not good in close combat, but it still works ... First, Loren, who used the scabbard to block the first robber, pulled out the sharp blade in the sheath against the body of the opponent and opened a mouth on the opponent's neck.
Only then did the second guy react, but Loren had already pulled out his sword and pushed the body in his hand. When the robber was still in a hurry, the sharp edge of the stab had pierced his. chest.
"Who else ... prepare to avenge them?" Loren, standing in the pool of blood, said blankly.
"Who cares about the life and death of that coward?" The village head suddenly rushed up, slammed the two armed robbers beside him, and grabbed the collar of Loren: "The treasure, where is the treasure?" ?! Say, where is the treasure ?! "
"Just in this cellar below. UU reading book www.uukanshu.coom" Loren said indifferently, with only endless contempt in his eyes: "If you are not afraid of death, you can take it as much as you want."
"But remember, if you go down, I can't guarantee that you will still be able to come up-those little golden things are more terrible than you think." Looking at the impatient expression of the village head, Loren couldn't even stop himself from showing a mocking smile: "If you take it, you don't necessarily have to spend it."
"Hah! Who cares?" The village head seemed to hear some funny jokes: "You think I'm shrinking in this wild dog village, what the are the garbage dumps and these gangster robbers for? Why should I suffer this? Why should I suffer starvation and freezing ?! "
"Your high knights, you will never understand my suffering. I have been in this broken place for so many years. These are all I deserve and deserve!" The village chief hysterically shouted: "All those treasures It ’s mine, no one is allowed to rob me! "
Before he finished, he rushed into the wooden door behind Loren impatiently. The whole church was quiet for a moment, and then completely exploded.
The robbers, villagers, the elderly, the young people, the village women, the cropper ... All of them rushed to the narrow wooden door like crazy, and the village chief's action gave them great courage. The same as the first.
The holy cross sculpture that fell on the ground was broken into pieces by countless feet. Even if the person in front fell or the screams came from behind, they could not stop them from rushing to the cellar.
"Are they ... are all crazy?" Ain muttered dumbfounded.
No ... Loren shook his head, but said nothing.
This is human nature.