Chapter 291

The guard Knight around fascism? There was a trace of vigilance and doubt at the bottom of the dark haired wizard's heart.

He didn't know much about this man. He only met him several times when he was in lottel. He only remembered that he seemed to be a close guard of fascism, and he was an upper hand.

According to the description of the Female Elf, the guard Knight's swordsmanship is extremely superb. Liya and vera can't put him down together, and even vaguely surpass them - although there are seemingly ingenious means of using terrain advantages and armor, this is the embodiment of skills and experience.

However... Lauren still doesn't think that the guard Knight of fascism has the strength to kill an entire team of 100 - at least, he certainly didn't do it alone.

In that case, the identity of another person around him is very doubtful.

Alto Bellini was beheaded by himself, and Francis died in Edward's hands; Who else could make him risk leaving eboden when the city was under martial law and kill a whole hundred soldiers?!

Loren felt that he was close to the answer, but he couldn't find the key place - there was always an inexplicable feeling interfering with his thinking, as if he had missed some important information and clue.

The knight is the one who made the oath of "sword of oath". Loren doesn't know much about the organization of the church. He just knows that when making this oath, the Knights need to give up their title, title and identity, travel around, and find their faith in the Holy Cross in the wilderness and journey.

In the era before the rise of the Empire, these people were the top soldiers among the missionaries of the Holy Cross Church, known as "sword bearers".

Therefore, something must be so important that the guard knight had to choose to take a "Wizard" away.

As for what it was... The dark haired wizard half kneeling on the ground frowned.

It seems that there are many things you don't know about this "Holy Grail War"

"Excuse me..."

The officer who led the way for Loren suddenly came forward with an embarrassed expression and said, "did you find anything, wizard Consultant..." the officer suddenly stopped talking. It was not clear how to call the "people around" of the prince.

"Just call me Loren." patting the dust on his knees, Loren, who got up, pointed to a remnant around him: "I've looked for what I should look for. Please bury the dead as soon as possible."

"The murderer..." the officer frowned.

"Whoever he is, I'm afraid he has left eboden, at least not in this city." the black haired wizard replied firmly, "please rest assured that I will continue to track down."

"I'll leave it to you, Lord Lorraine!" the expressionless officer nodded solemnly: "we know very well that there is little hope for this matter, but please be sure to catch the real murderer!"

Loren nodded modestly and agreed.

After saying goodbye to the officer, the black haired wizard's expression gradually cooled down. After learning the identity of the murderer, an idea always lingered in his mind.

"Is there a problem?" Liya sensitively noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the guy next to her: "it has something to do with the guard knight?"

"I need to confirm one thing. If it's the same as what I think, it may prove a speculation - although I really, really don't want it to be true!" Loren bit his lips and deliberately used two overlapping words: "but I have to go to a place now, so..."

"Leave it to me!"

Straight forward Leia, let Lauren look at her in surprise: "but... I haven't said what it is for!"

"It doesn't matter. Do you know?" the fairy naturally looked at him and silently looked at him: "anyway, even if you said it, I probably couldn't understand it."

The stunned black haired wizard suddenly lost his voice and smiled.

"Why?" seeing him laughing, Leia immediately blackened her face.

"Nothing, just suddenly remembered that the reason why I went to the morning star forest was because you didn't believe me." Loren couldn't help explaining, and couldn't help laughing before he finished: "but now a war dancer lady has completely trusted me, a big liar!"

"Oh..." the Female Elf with a suddenly cold expression hugged her shoulder: "you're very proud, aren't you?"

For a moment of silence, Loren was convinced that he felt a cold murderous spirit

"Absolutely not!"

"You hesitated just now." the war dancer of chenxinglin narrowed his eyes: "do you know you have two 'small habits', a big liar?"

"Uh... What?" Lauren twitched in the corners of his mouth.

"First, you like to raise your mouth when you are proud; second, you only pretend to be pitiful when you lie - by the way, the second is what ayin told me."

“……”

"I'm wrong. Please accept my sincere apology. There's nothing to be proud of this kind of thing." the black haired wizard who raised his hands was very sincere and said stuffy: "I promise it won't happen again!"

"Hmm..." the Female Elf hummed softly: "ain also said that when you were exposed, you would say so."

“……”

If there are more difficult to deal with than one woman in this world, it must be two women.

Seriously and carefully think about it, how can you have even a little chance of winning?

Finally, after the "resigned" Loren sincerely apologized again, the "compassionate" Female Elf accepted his request - to go to the collapsed sewer to find out if there were any traces of fascism leaving or still alive.

Although Edward was quite sure that the bishop was dead, now it may really be the only possibility and the last result Lauren wanted to see.

The fairy with her shoulders looked at the dark haired wizard who left depressed and showed a fox like smile.

Although he still agreed to his request, it seemed worth it to see that the big liar was helpless and could only raise his hand and surrender.

"This is the last time to help you before returning to the morning star forest, big liar." the Female Elf murmured, "don't die outside."

The dark haired wizard, who could not hear the whispers of the female elves, walked to the corner of a street according to his original memory and walked freely through the streets under martial law like a leisurely walk.

From the freedom Council to the ruins in the south of the city, Loren has basically found out the patrol order and frequency of the soldiers of the general regiment. No one will find himself even if he passes by without accident.

The footsteps stopped in an alley, waiting for a team of soldiers who would pass in a minute. The black haired wizard had seen the carriage opposite that had been "waiting for a long time".

The next minute, the sound of the soldiers' iron boots echoed in the streets. The figure who stepped away had left the alley, carefully walked to the carriage and tapped twice.

The door of the carriage was opened.

The expressionless Lorraine looked inside, boarded a dark carriage and didn't forget to close the door.

"I didn't expect that you would abide by the agreement, Lord Loren Turin." the man sitting opposite him smiled modestly: "in fact, after hearing that you became his highness Brandon's wizard adviser, I thought you wouldn't come."

"Let me say this." the black haired wizard raised his mouth playfully: "it's really surprising that you dare to appear here when the whole city is under martial law."

It only happened this afternoon that he became Brandon's wizard adviser. The news is so sensitive that there is only one truth - I'm afraid the officer who came with him has long been bought off by the other party.

"I'm just in case. After all, if I'm found in private contact with the people around your highness at this time, I'm afraid it's easy to be misunderstood." the gentle smile makes people doubt whether what he said is true.

After some "greetings", the topic finally entered the text:

"Then, according to our previous agreement, I will teach you all the knowledge about the 'valve', but you must also ensure that you will not hide it in the slightest, and will not share this knowledge with any wizard until we make a joint decision, OK?"

"Of course, I know its weight." Lauren smiled mysteriously and bowed to the person in front like an apprentice:

"Master Lorenz corona!"