Chapter 3

The burning tenderness still came from the back of the head, making the simple action of opening your eyes very difficult. In front of me, the dark world seemed to turn around. I was so dizzy that I couldn't help vomiting.

Even so, Loren, who endured nausea and pain, still tried his best to get rid of the nightmare, and his eyes were still cold to cruel reality - surrounded by dark forests, his wrists and ankles were tightly tied by hemp ropes, and a burning campfire was in front of him.

In the middle of the campfire, the knight's long sword full of broken mouths seemed to remind Loren again and again of what had happened not long ago.

Staring at the faintly visible reflection of himself on the gradually turning red blade, Loren couldn't help humming with self mockery.

This is a wild world, a completely different world from the one you lived in before. Wild animals and monsters can be seen everywhere in the wilderness. Robbers and bandits can plunder villages unscrupulously. Even the self righteous old knight Leonardo will kill for money, food and shelter... And after two or three years with a wandering knight who makes a living by killing, he still hopes to live in peace and calm?!

Or I knew that I was just deceiving myself and others - just hiding behind the old knight, enjoying his stable life without scruples, and treating him as an old drunkard who only knows how to drink

The naked reality in front of us is the best punishment for our selfish thoughts. His own mistakes and misjudgments are almost equivalent to killing Leonardo himself. Loren's face grew darker, and his dark eyes stared at the burning sword without blinking.

"Are you... Okay?"

A voice with a little uncertainty made Lauren turn his head slightly. He found that there were others beside him. His light blue eyes looked at himself nervously: "I saw you wake up and asked, but you don't look very good. Are you hurt?"

"Nothing, just a headache." Lauren shook his head pretending not to care. The little man with blond hair and blue eyes in front of him was pale, and thin as a white mouse. Beautiful face and messy hair make it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

But what really attracted Lauren's attention was the wide black robe. Although it looked a little dirty, there were silver lace on the collar and cuffs, and the texture was much better than his linen smock.

In this wild world, clothing is almost a symbol of identity. Even the silver picture is enough to prove that the identity of the person in front of us is absolutely ordinary.

Wait, Lauren vaguely remembered that the moment before he fainted, he vaguely heard Martin say who he wanted to lock himself up with

"Are you a wizard?"

"Er... Yes, yes." the little wizard was startled by Loren and nodded a little stiff. "But I'm just an apprentice. Can you see it from my robe?"

"That's right!" Loren didn't intend to correct each other. The sudden surprise made him not intend to think about anything else - although he had never seen it in the past, he had heard a lot of rumors about wizards in the two or three years of wandering, especially those magic spells and Magic: "Can you do a trick to get us out of this damn place?"

"A trick?" the little wizard was silly for a second. He looked at Lauren who was too excited. He didn't know how to explain: "I'm sorry, although I do know a little, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

"No, don't worry, I should apologize." Lauren waved his hand calmly - if the other party really had that ability, he would have run away and wait until he came?

I really wanted to grasp the straw when I saw it... The little servant couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Then again, why are you here?" some embarrassed Loren couldn't help changing the topic; "I mean, why do you come to a place like wild dog village?"

"My tutor got the news. I heard that there is a very old relic under the church in yegou village, which may have some research value." the little wizard explained: "this is also a test for me. After all, this opportunity is really rare."

"Ruins, what ruins?"

"A pagan temple - the church here is probably built with surplus materials after the original temple was demolished. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why the church here is so exquisite."

Lauren agrees with this. The whole wild dog village is like a garbage dump. Even the village head's house is piled up with haystacks. Only the church is a brick and wood structure, which is outrageous.

"There were two soldiers with me, but they were all killed." the little wizard lowered his head and asked hard, "what about you? Why were they arrested?"

"My knight master and I passed by here and were asked by the village head of wild dog village to destroy the robbers here. As a result..."

"That's the guy!" the little wizard screamed violently and opened his eyes with gnashing teeth. "He invited these robbers!"

"Why?"

"Treasure, he thought there was a treasure in the temple, so he deliberately called the robbers to the door and wanted them to find the treasure for the dead ghost!" the wizard said that every word was gnashing his teeth: "he found that the other party was not deceived, so he regretted it again!"

So that's it? Loren recalled carefully that everything before made sense - the village head wanted to monopolize the treasure, and the robber leader named Martin was obviously not a fool. Both sides were trying to take advantage of each other.

Although he can maintain rational analysis, it doesn't mean that Loren can't feel anger - but the more angry he is, the more he shouldn't stop thinking, but should seize every opportunity, every opportunity that can kill these bastards.

"What about the villagers? Do they know these things?" Lauren asked calmly, "are they also the accomplices of the village head?"

"I, I don't know." although Loren had covered it up as much as possible, the little wizard could see that the little servant in front of him was very angry and replied with some fear: "but even if they didn't all know..."

... can never escape the relationship. Of course Loren knows what the other party means. It was for this reason that he felt more angry. The villagers knew what would happen when they saw themselves and the old knight follow Martin up the mountain, but they kept silent from beginning to end and watched the people who had saved them die!

"Martin, the bandit leader hasn't killed us because he thinks we are still useful to him." Lauren, who lowered his head, suddenly opened his mouth and calmly analyzed: "they actually don't dare to break into the pagan temple, so they plan to let us be the dead ghost and explore the way for them."

The little wizard nodded silently and curled up, completely resigned.

"So, at that time, our chance will come - whether there is anything to scare people down there or nothing, this is the last chance." Loren's voice is more and more sure and confident: "if we're lucky, we might be able to escape and even make them pay a price!"

This guy... Is he out of his mind, or are the robbers fooling him? At this point, he still doesn't forget revenge. What is he thinking?!

But... What if you really have a chance? The little wizard couldn't help thinking like this - no one really wanted to die. If he could escape from here and take revenge at the same time, shouldn't he try? Anyway, at this stage, where could the worst result be worse than now?!

While the wizard was still full of thoughts, he found that Loren's bound hands had stretched out in front of him, and his dark eyes were looking at him very sincerely.

The other party was still in doubt. Loren could see the expression of the little wizard in front of him. At this time, I need to give a little more confidence and motivation in order to let the other party become my ally.

"I know it's abrupt. After all, we just know each other - but we're already on the same boat." Lauren said sincerely, "only by working together in the same boat can we all live!"

The little wizard blushed awkwardly and shook it: "ain Rand, wimpal wizard apprentice, future alchemist, what about you?"

"Loren," said the little attendant. After hesitating for a moment, he changed to a more powerful tone:

"Loren Turin is a wandering knight."