Chapter 39

"What have you done?"

"I've made it very clear. I just told Loren a new and more efficient way of meditation, which can greatly strengthen his mental sensitivity and tolerance to the void - and this is what he asked. I just want to help him!"

"But now you're going to kill him!"

The excited little wizard grabbed Isaac by the collar and put him against the wall. Although the other party was a head taller than himself, the ferocious momentum seemed to turn the height of the two people over: "this is the fourth day, but he has been unconscious for four days!"

"It's nothing strange. It's not easy to leave your subconscious dream!"

Although he was still desperately defending himself, Isaac's pale expression and cold sweat on his forehead proved that he was not as confident as he showed.

Loren lying in bed has been in a coma for four days. Although his breathing and heartbeat are normal, there is no sign of wakefulness from beginning to end - according to the wizard, his consciousness has not returned to his body from meditation. Obviously, Loren is just a simple "living dead man".

On the first day of finding Loren in a coma in the library, the little wizard did not have much doubt - although it was indeed risky to explore the void, it was an essential step for any wizard, even those who majored in alchemy had this experience.

But the next day, Lauren still didn't wake up. Ain Rand realized that something seemed wrong, and then learned the "truth" from Isaac!

"Now tell me, how can I make him recover?"

"Have you never studied mystics, or do you know nothing about emptiness? We can't do anything. He must wake up from his subconscious dream. No one can help him!"

Isaac broke away from the little wizard's hand, and his expression changed somewhat: "and if you really treat him as a friend, why don't you trust him so much?"

"I......" the little wizard suddenly stopped talking, hesitated and retreated two steps, and his expression was a little overwhelmed: "I'm just, just worried..."

"There's nothing to worry about. He's also my friend." Isaac sighed and looked at Lauren who was still in a coma: "he can analyze the high-level magic spell in only one month, and also complete the lightsaber spell I haven't completed. A small trip to the void is not a difficult task for him."

"You didn't finish that spell?" ain was stunned.

"Ninety nine percent is me." Isaac rolled his eyes. "But he... Helped me solve the most difficult step - I know I'm sometimes annoying, but I'm not shameless enough to regard other people's achievements as my own!"

Ain was silent. Why did he care so much about this wandering Knight named Loren Turin? Just because you're friends with him? Of course, it's not just that. This guy may really have some secrets, but as long as he's around, he'll be very relieved and relaxed.

I seem to care about this guy more and more. Even the little wizard doesn't know why. But when he saw that guy who was confident and often lied to himself was still in a coma, he still closed his lips nervously.

"Apprentices, get out!"

Mentor?!

The wizard in black suddenly appeared behind the two men. Before they could be surprised, Dalton pushed him out of the corridor, and then slammed the door.

Now, only Dalton, who had just returned, and Loren, who was unconscious, were left in the room.

The black robed wizard walked slowly to the bed and glanced fiercely with cold eyes - normal breathing and heartbeat, unresponsive limbs, which is completely consistent with the signs of any wizard trapped in the void.

Dalton's mouth curved ironically, but the smile looked more creepy than a ghost. The wand in his hand touched the center of Lauren's forehead:

"Loren Turin, if you think your bad trick can deceive me, you don't need to wake up again."

"Yes, sir."

A smile slipped across the corner of his mouth. Loren slowly opened his eyes. It took some time for his vision to return to normal and focus on his stiff face. Slowly wake up your body.

"I just got back, so don't talk nonsense to me." Dalton's tone was not good. "When?"

"Last night - about seven hours ago," Lauren replied honestly. It's meaningless to lie in front of this man: "but it may take some time to recover completely."

Loren was well aware that he was not in a good condition - his mental strength was seriously overdrawn and there were slight hallucinations in his vision. Of course, the most serious thing is that your consciousness has not been converted from the dream, and you can't completely distinguish the difference between reality and dream.

Of course, the benefits are not without. My spiritual palace is obviously "widened". The pressure accumulated in the void is like a grinding stone, polishing myself from beginning to end. As long as you recover slowly, you will far surpass yourself.

Dalton's eyes narrowed into a slit. He was somewhat surprised that the apprentice could get rid of the temptation of emptiness and remain awake in his subconscious dreams.

"How long do you need?"

"Three days." Lauren didn't hesitate. "But if you need it, I'll be ready in two days."

"In four days, I want you to be at your best and be ready." Dalton's tone is also indisputable: "in four days, go to ancient wood town and find anything you can find."

Dalton obviously found something, otherwise he wouldn't be so worried... Lauren guessed at the bottom of his heart, but some listless spirit made him unable to calm down and think slowly. Even if he shook slightly, he would feel a pain that was about to explode.

Loren bowed his head involuntarily, with two fingers supporting his temples and gasping - even if his innate characteristics have enough resistance to emptiness, it is not equal to being able to avoid it completely. Even because their spirit and material are completely inseparable, this suffering will directly affect the body.

With a cold hum, Dalton directly threw a bottle of alchemy medicine to Loren. The light blue liquid in the transparent glass bottle almost threw it out with the cold touch.

"Sedative - can temporarily anesthetize your pain." the black wizard said without emotion: "half an ounce can relieve pain, and one ounce can completely anesthetize your nerves. If you use two ounces... You won't feel at all when you die."

"Is this an advance payment?" Lauren asked with a smile, holding back the pain.

"Selling you won't buy five ounces, let alone a bottle." the black wizard turned and slammed out of the door with a dismissive tone.

He stroked the delicate glass bottle and carefully put it away. Lauren is not willing to use this good thing now. It can save lives in a crisis.

The headache eased slightly, as if suddenly remembered something. Loren lifted the bandage tied to his right wrist, and the strange snake Rune was still in its original position.

Sure enough... The Asriel guy is still alive, and Loren has a sneer on his face. I really think too much. How could he die so easily?

Maybe a little late, but I'm probably really on top of something like an evil god, and I don't seem to want to let go of my meaning easily.

As for what the other party will let him do, what means he will use to coerce and lure himself, and what kind of dangerous situation he will throw himself into... Lauren doesn't care much about these.

"Anyway, I can't refuse, so - whatever!"