Chapter 28

The burning fireplace and grill filled with meat smell - the hall of vimpal college is the "canteen" of the college most of the time. After all, it is only a small castle. Except for the only library, it is difficult to find a second room that can accommodate dozens of people.

Although he has been here for some time, Loren is really eating here for the first time. Most of the time, I just find some black bread that can break my front teeth or oatmeal with a throat. It's really a rare enjoyment to have such a leisurely and relaxing lunch.

There are three pieces of burnt bread on the plate in front of me, and the baked apples on one side are still "squeaking" with sugar water; The boiled cabbage was put together with the carrots cut into small pieces, and some salt and pepper were sprinkled on the edge; In the middle, there is a bowl of gravy onion as the main course, which is simple but delicious.

You need to peel all these small onions, and then take out the prepared cinnamon, cloves and parsley leaves to "dress up" them; Then throw on black pepper and snake Wormwood Leaves and welcome them into the boiling hot pot one by one.

Then put the tender and smooth diced meat into the pot slowly; You'll see. After that, you can wait for them carefully, slowly collect your juice, and then finish the delicious onion with a delicious sauce. Until the small onion with meat and fragrance and delicate aroma is popping up in your mouth, you will know that the wait for the dozens of minutes is absolutely worth it.

At least for Lauren at the moment.

"Generally speaking, this mission is not as dangerous as you think - although they blow like a curse. In fact, the whole thing is very boring, just a few ghouls make trouble. If the priest's nephew didn't have an accident, I guess it wouldn't be noticed."

While enjoying the delicious food on the table, Lauren smiled ridiculously and casually told the whole trip to Gumu town - of course, it's the priest's version: "to be honest, I'm a little disappointed. Even a gang of robbers should be more exciting than this."

"Isn't it safe?" the little wizard sitting opposite him frowned and was a little unhappy about Loren's indifferent appearance: "and what if you encounter the situation like last time? You can't save yourself every time, Loren."

"And... I always think you're not telling the truth."

"How can you think so?" Lauren's expression was extremely innocent, but his heart was shocked. Even father Anthony believed in himself after listening. How did the little friend who lacked a tendon in his head find out: "we are friends!"

"But you've lied to me once." ayin's face suddenly darkened: "you're not really lying to me, are you just making fun of me?"

"Absolutely not! Of course, I omitted some details, but since you want to hear the full version..."

So Loren narrated the whole priest's trip to ancient wood town again, but this time he added a little bit more and said the process was mysterious: the murder in the secret room of the tavern, the murder of the eldest son of the rich, the abandonment of the tomb, the mysterious cabin... Somehow, although the level of swordsmanship did not improve much, Loren found that he was more and more skilled in making up lies.

With the "God unfolding" of the story in his mouth, the expression of the little wizard is constantly changing, sometimes frowning, sometimes eyes open, sometimes fists clenched, sometimes

"Then the whole thing is a few ghouls who ran out of nowhere. They made a lot of noise in Gumu town and were finally killed by you?" the answer made ayin a little collapsed after listening to the whole story.

"I told you, it's boring." Loren reluctantly drank a mouthful of thick soup. Recently, it's more and more difficult to cover up the little wizard.

"But I still think you're fooling me." Ayn Rand pouted, with an air of distrust, and the ends of his golden hair curled up.

Lauren was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, there are some things that you almost forgot, if you didn't mention them."

With that, he handed the two volumes of parchment manuscripts found from Draco to the little wizard in front of him. Some hesitant ayin also paused for a moment before slowly taking over.

"This, this is..."

Although it's only a rough look, the dense runes above and the opinions on alchemy mixture have made ayin famous watch, which is by no means the level of apprentice. It's definitely something that can be written by people with real wizard level knowledge!

I am afraid that it is not the essays such as notes or experimental records, but the summary of the final results, the essence of half life's efforts, otherwise it is impossible to write a full two rolls of parchment.

"I found it in the abandoned tomb. I looked at it roughly. I'm afraid it's the burial object of an alchemist." Loren slowly swallowed the bread. "As for why no one knows, I guess it's because 'you can't see light'."

This sentence is half true and half false, but it also fits the fact - there are no wild wizards in this land who do not want to be bound by the nobility or the church.

Naturally, before giving this gift to ain, Loren had copied it all and handed it to Dalton kand. After all, it is the result of a wizard's half life, and the college can't abandon it.

"I will cherish and keep this gift." the little wizard solemnly collected the manuscript and looked at Lauren: "I'll give it back to you in a month, no, two weeks!" as he said, Ayn's expression was more or less reluctant.

"Don't give it back to me. This is for you." Loren smiled. "And the content above is basically about alchemy. My goal is the caster. It's basically useless to me."

"But, but, it's too precious!" the little wizard's shoulders were shaking, and his light blue eyes stared round: "how can I accept such an important..."

"Well, for me, these things are basically irrelevant. I can't change the direction of learning because of a manuscript." Lauren coaxed him. "But you're different. Your dream may be able to complete the will of the master of the manuscript and make it really work, rather than eating ashes in the grave and finally turning into a pile of waste paper."

"For an unknown dead alchemist, wouldn't it make his death more worthy?"

Ain Rand hesitated for a long time.

Nodding slowly, the light blue eyes looked at Lauren solemnly: "I will. This manuscript will never be eclipsed here. I will make it flourish!"

"And whenever you think of it, you can take it from me, and I'll take good care of it." although you still have a serious expression, the joy from the bottom of your heart can't be concealed. With a smile on his lips, ayin turned his eyes to one side: "where's your sword, the knight's long sword?"

"It broke accidentally. I'm afraid I have to send it to the blacksmith's shop." Lauren explained awkwardly, "maybe I have to forge a new sword, or I may be in trouble next time."

For Loren, this Knight Sword is not only a weapon, but also the only relic Leonardo left to himself. If he can, he doesn't intend to use it in the future to avoid being destroyed again.

"Well, if you only need a sword, there are many ways, and you don't have to cast one." the little wizard suddenly said, "and not all weapons in the world must be cast with steel or copper. If you find the right way, others can."

"What do you mean?"

"This is just an illusion, because I have never completed this experiment, but it may succeed," said ayin with some excitement, but then his face became a little tangled.

"The only trouble is that we may need the help of some asshole..."