Chapter 32

"You said you gave him to me."

The cold moonlight smeared a layer of silver on Dalton's robe, making his stiff face more motionless: "he is my apprentice."

"But I didn't affect your authority." Peter, still smiling, pushed his glasses. "I just properly expressed some concern and gave some appropriate help."

"But he's not worth it, Dean Peter." the blackened Dalton kand stepped forward quickly with his hands behind his back: "we have an agreement with him. I'll complete everything on the agreement and train him into a qualified caster in exchange for his service to the college, but that's all!"

"You're doing something superfluous. I know better than you - he'll never really think of himself as a member of vimpal." Dalton said with great certainty: "whatever you want to give him, he's not worth it!"

"I guess you know from the beginning that they can't succeed, right?" Peter asked helplessly, "so you just stand by and let them give up?"

Dalton didn't say much, but he acquiesced to the other party's words.

"Try to think of Loren Turin as your real apprentice, and then think about it. Isn't it good? Has Isaac Grantham ever worked with anyone before, or would Ian Rand care so much about one thing?"

"Whether you admit it or not, he has influenced your apprentices. Dalton kand, try to believe him. Isn't his life at the service of the college enough for you to trust him?"

After a moment of silence, Dalton still shook his head: "I can't believe him. As for his influence on Isaac and ain, it's just because it's better for him - he's using them, from following AIN to the college to getting the high-order curse of 'beyond perception' from Isaac, and this time, it's all evidence."

"I'll give him what he deserves and reward him for his contribution to the college. But as long as I'm still here, he won't try to usurp what doesn't belong to him - I won't really regard him as my apprentice!"

"Dalton..."

"Dean, please remember what's hidden in our college!" Dalton directly interrupted Peter, and his cold face showed nervous eyes for the first time: "please don't forget what the consequences will be if you really care about the survival of the college!"

This time it was Peter.

"I'm just doing my best to protect the college and you." Dalton turned his back to the old man. "We are always under the surveillance of the Holy Cross Church. Caution is always necessary!"

The silent Peter stared at the figure of Dalton kand who left quickly. He sighed helplessly and struggled with his eyes.

... pushing open the wooden door of the laboratory, Loren looked at the small room curiously - the long case in the middle occupied most of the space and was filled with large and small alchemy tools. On the right side of the long case are three crucibles of different sizes, and on the left are bookcases and material boxes, with all kinds of strange things.

A dagger like object was placed in the center of the long case, which was disassembled into three parts: blade, handle and counterweight ball. There were also some small parts stacked on one side. Loren could only roughly see that it should be parts similar to screws.

The little wizard lay on the side of the long table with a focused look, concentrating on cutting runes on the silver plated blade - he didn't even notice that Loren had entered.

However, this is not surprising to Loren. Although he has not been much exposed to alchemy, he also knows that the difficulty of seal cutting runes is no less than his complete mastery of a spell, which requires the wizard to maintain an absolute connection with the spiritual palace, and even some inner waves may cause failure.

Not only that, in fact, the vast majority of alchemy products need to be matched with runes to achieve results, and the level of final results is almost reflected in the "shaking" of alchemists' hands. Considering that most alchemists don't care much about exercising their mental strength, an alchemical product with perfect Rune seal cutting technology is more and more precious.

What really attracted Loren's attention was not the work of the little wizard.

At ordinary times, he wears the big black robe almost all the time and "hides" himself in it. From beginning to end, he is a small wizard with the appearance of a thin and small apprentice, as if he would be ignored as long as he is not careful.

And now standing in front of the long case, capable and confident, is the real alchemy genius, ain Rand.

Long blond hair is tied into a single horsetail, leaving only a few "unyielding" hair curled up on the top of the head; The broad robe on the body was also replaced by a much more slim long sleeved coat, which made the slender figure look more pleasing to the eye.

Although I have never seen ayin care about it, the soft and white cheeks are still very delicate. A pair of wide black frame glasses are set on the tip of the small nose, which makes the sapphire eyes hidden behind the lenses smart and bright, and even a little more wisdom.

Relying on the bookcase frame, Loren tilted his mouth slightly and waited in no hurry, or enjoyed the "scenery" in front of him. After all, it's rare for a small wizard to see this look.

After a long time - maybe three quarters, maybe five quarters. Finally, with a long sigh of relief, ayin was like a vigilant cat. He seemed to notice the slight voice behind him. Inadvertently, he turned his head and found that Loren was always smiling at himself.

Then he immediately froze, and a blush of shame and anger rushed into his face: "Lauren, how and when..."

"Sorry, I just don't want to disturb your work. There's no other meaning." Lauren, who smelled some "danger", hurried to remedy it, walked forward, looked down apologetically and said, "but it looks like you've finished?" changing the topic is always one of the best solutions.

"Er... That's right!" the little wizard who was stunned for a second immediately nodded: "there's only one last step left to assemble it. It probably costs... What are you looking at?!"

"Nothing, just a little curious. Of course, it may be abrupt to say so." Lauren smiled. "But if you are a girl, I'm afraid all the apprentices in this college will fall under your pomegranate skirt."

"Really, really nonsense! What are you thinking?!" the color of shame and anger dyed ain's ears red, looked left and right in a panic: "witches will never accept female apprentices, which has been a rule for hundreds of years. Even Isaac's fool knows that witches will only bring misfortune and disaster!"

What are you nervous about... Lauren can only smile at the bottom of his heart. His smiling face is still sincere: "I just want to praise. After all, even girls will envy you."

"Inexplicably, why do girls envy me..." although it's still about it, this time the little wizard didn't react as strongly as just now. His red face hung down, as if he wanted to hide in his chest.

With a long sigh of relief, Alan trembled and picked up the exquisite dagger in his hand: "I, we... Finished. It's really, really finished it!"

This is a completely different weapon - a thin, silver plated blade with runes engraved on it, and a solid bronze wrapped handle enough to hold it with both hands. It looks like a delicate ornament without any lethality.

But as long as it is held by a wizard, it can become a sharp blade like mud!

It did not come from any sword casting master, nor did it use some unique meteorite iron ore; It is an alchemy product made by gathering the wisdom of three wizard apprentices and using the power of emptiness.

"I can't wait to have a try." Loren took the lightsaber from ayin's hand firmly but a little excited.

"Did you name it?"