Chapter 81

Before she recovered, Loren had already started packing.

It's luggage. In fact, there's nothing to take with you when you go out. The old knight Leonardo left him only a horse and a sword.

The long sword was repaired by Loren. As for the old horse - it was too old to "provide for the elderly" in a stable. It just accompanied the old knight and Loren for more than three years. Finally, it died and was buried in a corner of the college by Loren.

Although the master here is a wizard, it's worth living as a war horse to sleep in a castle.

I was in a hurry to pack up because I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I must have been watched by the fascist priest, and continuing to stay will only add more trouble to the college.

Lauren hates trouble and all kinds of high-risk and uncertain emergencies that come with it - he is in enough trouble after having a "teenager" to accompany him all his life, so it's better to be as smooth as possible.

"Oh, it seems that Asriel is hated again."

With a little wronged tone in the familiar voice, Loren raised his head not surprisingly, and the boy's lovely smile came into his sight: "it seems that complaining about others has become Loren's habit."

"Although I think my next sentence will soon become a habit, I still have to ask." Lauren said with a little irony: "where did you come from?"

"It's very simple. As a vampire - even if it's just a young vampire, I also have the ability to imitate and become some kind of animal." the teenager smiled with an expression of "you really don't know": "usually people think that vampires can only become bats, which is actually a serious misunderstanding."

"So you can become a horse or something?" Lauren joked lazily, "that's convenient. I just lack one, modern walking tools."

"If I can, I prefer to be a bird." the boy with his hands on his back tilted his head, and a faint charming smile came up at the corners of his mouth:

"The bird of Hermes is my name. It eats its own wings to control my heart."

Hearing this sentence, Loren flashed an obliteration from the corners of his eyes, but he still kept a smile on his face: "you peeked at my memory? It seems that you never told me this."

"It should be said that after I was connected with your spiritual palace, some of our memories have crossed each other." the teenager blinked: "I can't blame you, but you don't know."

"Well, how many things do I not know?"

"Dear Lauren, don't be too anxious." Asriel raised his mouth: "considering that we still have decades to get along, I have to maintain a little mystery to make this friendship last forever ~."

For a moment, Loren wanted to fight the risk of becoming a fool and make this guy "forever".

"Instead of continuing to talk, don't you plan to see the farewell gifts prepared by your friends for you?" the teenager jokingly pointed to the things next to him: "in fact, I'm also very curious."

Loren sighed and opened the two delicate boxes thoughtfully. It was obvious that he could not have a third friend except Isaac and the little wizard.

A genius gave himself a complete set of notes compiled by him, or some kind of religious propaganda manual - the full text tells the arguments and views of an unknown genius wizard, his analysis and cognition of emptiness in his short research career, and the significance of these discoveries to all wizards and even the whole world.

Although the whole manual is full of strong narcissistic plots, it still has some inspiration, which can make him take fewer detours in the future.

Ayn Rand's gift is much more direct - the synthesis of common alchemy potions, as well as a whole box of materials and their collection methods, are too practical to be more practical.

"They really care about you. Obviously, they are just a 'friend' who can't get along for half a year." the boy's blood red eyes flashed a joke: "it's really interesting. It's easy to trust others and be fooled around."

"You know, they even planned to save you. It's so interesting, I think..."

"Shut up!"

The voice of Loren, who turned his back to the boy, was very light, but Asriel had felt his killing intention, so he chose to turn and leave.

What are you afraid of? Obviously, even joining the college is just an exchange of interests. I don't have to be responsible for these people at all. Everything is just a show.

We should always be sober and rational. The result of emotional emotion is to be trapped in it and can't extricate ourselves.

I once trusted the old knight, and the result was unbearable; And this time... Even if he just looked at these gifts, Lauren seemed to notice the deep malice brought to him by the world.

If you make the same mistake, you won't make it again.

Choosing to leave is not simply to protect the college, but considering the current situation, it is meaningless to continue to stay. Their own path is the caster, which is different from the focused disciplines of alchemy and mysticism, and pays more attention to practicality.

It is impossible to create practical spells without considering the actual situation.

What's more, even if he doesn't leave, Asriel will force him to leave. For this "young vampire", it is too dangerous to be monitored by a wizard who has defeated vampires.

After finishing all the things, Loren put on a brand-new black cloak again without saying a word, and a magic wand was added to his right hand.

It was "picked up" from the dead Karan, and Dalton kand left it to him - after all, for outsiders, this wand is more in line with the image of a wizard.

Loren still likes this wand. Although it's too long and inconvenient, the gun head at the bottom swings the wand as a long spear, which is a very handy weapon.

At least when Dalton pushed open the door and came in, he saw Loren with his cloak and hood and magic wand in his hand. The thin figure standing in the shadow lost him for a second.

The wandering knight who just came to the college is already a complete wizard.

"What can I do for you?"

Lauren, who suddenly smiled, suddenly destroyed the beauty of the picture in Dalton's eyes, and his look returned to the original cold: "come with me."

The words of the black robed wizard are still concise and powerful like a blade. I don't care if Loren behind me can keep up with him. The hem of the flying robe has floated out of the stairs.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Loren could only hurry to keep up with his mentor, plus a big bag of what he didn't have - obviously, Dalton wouldn't help him carry his luggage.

As soon as he left the North Tower and followed Dalton behind, Loren noticed something wrong with the atmosphere in the castle.

All the apprentices put on new wizard robes, the castle gate and the main castle hall, which were closed all day, were opened, and red and blue swallow tail flags were flying on the tower of the city wall.

Is this a farewell ceremony for yourself? Loren couldn't help thinking, but even if he really became a fool, he knew it was impossible, but the facts didn't stop people from thinking.

The black robed wizard who quickly walked to the main castle stopped and looked back at the apprentice who didn't want to admit: "I advise you to be mentally prepared to avoid losing your attitude at that time."

"Well, what's the reason for this..."

"Don't worry, it's not for you." Dalton kand smiled cruelly. "So don't be amorous, apprentice."

So is this to welcome someone big? It's obviously impossible for vimpal college to make such a big fuss. It can't be some guy who hasn't even heard his name.

"Is it the Duke, or bishop Bion?" Loren asked with a wink.

"Half right." Dalton waved impatiently. "Now, wait inside!"