Chapter 198

"I need time to think about it."

After hesitating for a moment, the dark haired wizard made a compromise decision instead of giving an answer.

"Yes, I'll give you a night." fansteno didn't object. He gently shook the little brass bell on the table: "please rest here tonight. I've asked them to prepare dinner for you."

"You're very kind," Lauren said with "sincere" thanks.

When the door was opened, a crutch gang with a dinner plate came in, put it down respectfully, and left the room behind van steno.

"I hope you'll have a good time here tonight, your excellency Ayn Rand." van stenopi nodded with a smile outside the door. "Besides, I need your reply tomorrow morning."

"Of course," Luo ethics replied with a smile. Until the door closed again, the sound of each other's footsteps drifted away, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold and slightly aroused the corners of his mouth.

Although the sound is very light, you can still hear the faint footsteps from the floor. There should be many people lying in ambush around the room, but they are at a distance from themselves and don't stick behind the wall to eavesdrop on their own.

Because they are witches, they worry about what preventive measures they will take; Or do you simply feel that you have grasped yourself and are not worried that you will oppose it?

Sneering and shaking his head, the black haired wizard went aside and opened the window of the room, but found that there was nothing outside. Subconsciously looking at Lauren, he found that a teenager had sat in his position, picked up a knife and fork and began to eat.

"Well... Although this place is shabby, I didn't expect that the food is quite good. There are wine and ribs."

Asriel, who was wearing a small dress and didn't forget to wear a napkin, enjoyed shaking the wine glass in his hand and making the purplish red wine swaying in the glass: "I don't remember the last time I drank wine. It's really memorable."

Last time I drank wine? Loren narrowed his eyes. This guy's body is a vampire. Ordinary food in his mouth is no different from sand and mud, that is to say

"Dear Loren, don't show that expression as if you guessed something." the blood red pupils opened slightly, and the young man's exquisite face smiled playfully: "I just sigh a little - as a wizard, your life is too poor."

"I'm really sorry. I haven't been well entertained all the time!"

The veins on his forehead almost jumped out. The black haired wizard sat opposite the boy with staring eyes. Before touching the wine pot, Asriel stopped him and said without raising his head:

"Don't touch it. It's poisoned."

Loren's expression became serious again, and he listened to the movement outside the room. The footsteps seemed to become a little disordered, but he didn't mean to approach the door.

"It's not a deadly poison, but it may make you have intermittent hand and foot paralysis or severe cough." he chewed the ribs in his mouth, and the boy carefully "tasted" it: "there seems to be a special taste, which may be a symptom of migraine."

Obviously, fansteno is not unprepared for himself - is there anything more dangerous for a caster than migraine?

The casting of high-level magic spell is a very rigorous and dangerous process. Even a slight mistake can lead to the failure of casting, but the end is fatal!

"It's hard for Mr. van Stefano to think of me everywhere."

With a slight sigh, there was a trace of sarcastic sneer on Lauren's face.

"It seems that even he himself is not a small role." the young man took a sip of wine and said with an intoxicated look: "although it is very weak, he does have traces of void power on his body.

I'm not sure what it is, but he should have something like an alchemy prop in his hand, which may not be much worse than your 'bright silver' - of course, it may also be a very special spell.

After knowing all this, are you still going to accept his terms? It may be a trap! "

"It's not possible. It's a trap from the beginning." Loren shook his head and looked like thinking: "he knew I was looking for Isaac, so he gave me a reason to have to come - there would be no good things to lose pie in the world, let alone simply like buying and selling."

"Are you going to promise him?" Asriel was stunned and looked at him inexplicably. "It's too risky, dear Loren. It's not your style."

"No, if I don't know what he's going to do, it's called adventure."

The black haired wizard shook his head: "but now that he has guessed his next plan, the risk does not exist - not to mention, this Lord van steenow is very valuable. Why should he let go now?"

Since he came to eboden, he has always been in a state of black eyes. There is no reliable or absolutely reliable source of information - Ariel corona, bodrell, fansteno... All those who help themselves have ulterior motives or are ready to pit themselves.

The only one who can be trusted a little is the "great grandfather" master Robert freswalker, but the old man seems unwilling to intervene in his own affairs. If he takes the initiative to ask for help, he will probably be rejected.

What Lauren needs most now is a sufficient intelligence source, an organization that can help him inquire and collect intelligence - at present, there is no more suitable object than the crutches.

If you can successfully subdue the crutches Gang, you can get a strong enough source of information in the south of eboden, even a stable source of wealth and a base where you can hide, which is really killing many birds with one stone.

"Accept the crutches?" the boy's expression seemed to hear something interesting: "do you say you're going to be a gangster boss... This is really your style."

"No, I think we can do something more interesting." Lauren smiled. "We can try to support a guy and make him the boss of the crutches - since we want to be bad guys, which one I prefer behind the scenes."

"Oh... I'm so confident." Asriel shrugged his shoulders, "pretending to be mature" smiled and sighed: "that Mr. van steno is still alive. What are you going to do with his property - don't you worry about being killed by him?"

"Then I'll give him a little more confidence and let him be sure."

As he spoke, Lauren picked up the disheveled plate and went over to knock on the door.

... "boss fansteno, the wizard ate up all his dinner!"

Sneaking into the room, the flattering dog leg said to fansteno, who sat by the window smoking a pipe, "there's really nothing left. I ate it all."

"Did he react?"

Fan Situo's gloomy face was very indifferent, and his eyes were hidden in the scattered smoke: "for example, it was mentioned that... There was something wrong with the taste."

"No, not at all!"

Looking at the dog leg's impatient expression, fansteno, who got the answer, narrowed his eyes, and his natural caution made him hesitate a little - was it his trick that was seen through, or was the wizard not as cunning as he thought?

No, it's not enough insurance. We must make sure it's safe.

"Go and tell the fool of the copper group to send more people and let our people get in - we must ensure that there will be no mistakes, but even those 'adults' will find it difficult. Any caution is necessary!"

"Well, what if it fails?"

As soon as the words came out, the dog leg wanted to slap himself in the face immediately - this is boss fansteno's plan. How can it fail?!

"Things are unpredictable, indeed... We may miss."

There was no anger in fansteno's tone, but showed a mysterious smile: "what if we fail? It's very simple - we just have to abandon the 'adult' and cooperate with Lord ain Rand."