Chapter 295

Ayin's surprise surprised Lauren a little unexpectedly, even at a loss.

The surprised expression, sapphire like eyes, blooming with a light that people can't look directly at, snatched the moon shadow cat (Ariel) from Loren's hands, raised it over his head excitedly, and danced around in place.

The little wizard, completely immersed in joy and excitement, showed a lovely and sweet smile like a child for the first time, which was brighter than the sun. She gently held it in her arms and rubbed the cat's silky hair with her cheeks, as if she was not a moon shadow cat wandering in the mountains and forests and competing with hyenas and jackals, but a carefully carved doll.

More importantly, it was not a cat at all, but a real evil god!

Just as the little wizard held the cat high and laughed in place, Loren could clearly see the big scarlet eyes blinking at himself!

But after the surprise, the black haired wizard had a bitter and disappointed smile on his mouth.

From the first acquaintance, to vimpal college, shenlinbao, ancient wood forest, to eboden... Almost all the hardships she has experienced, Ayn has experienced them without reservation.

She never asked for her own explanation, nor did she ask for anything from herself; Just silently follow behind her, try her best to give herself all help, even suppress herself, and do what she didn't dare to think.

But I never asked her what she wanted, and even forgot that the "little wizard" was not only a talented alchemist, but also a teenage girl.

In other words, Ayn Rand has been trying hard to hide this point, so that others can only see her strong and gifted side - and only in this way can people around her be more unaware that the "genius alchemist" is actually a witch.

"Does it have a name?"

The excited little wizard held the cat tightly in his arms, and his beautiful cheeks were red, as if the lovely little guy (cruel and terrible devil) would slip away from her when she was distracted.

"Well... Not yet."

The girl's lovely but unknown expression made Lauren look away awkwardly and pointed to the black feather eagle on her shoulder: "how about calling Asriel? It's called this name..."

"Asriel..." the little wizard thought seriously, then pouted and shook his head: "it's too ugly, and it's not cute at all!"

"How can you look down upon me so much?!" the black haired wizard's mind immediately rang out a young man's hysterical tears: "my heart is breaking -!"

"Lisa, Serra, Ginny..." the little wizard said to himself, reciting one name after another, and suddenly raised the cat over his head with excitement:

"From today on, I'll call you Merlin --!"

"..." Lauren.

Although it was just a "sudden whim", it was not entirely unreasonable for Lorent to hand Ariel over to the little wizard.

First of all, although the black haired wizard is not sure whether Ariel really gives up her "plan", AI Yin is not her goal, at least not the first goal - having her around AI Yin before the interests of both sides conflict again can even have the effect of insurance.

And if she really wants to plot something... Although the usual little wizard looks a little simple, she is a gifted alchemist with far more insight into danger than ordinary people. It's not as easy to hurt her as it seems.

"A lot of things are different from what they seem, and so are many people"... Fillonay's words linger in Loren's ears.

"Thank you, Lauren." after excitement, Ayn quickly recovered his original calm, holding "Merlin" in her arms and smiling at him: "this is the best birthday present I have ever received."

"Nothing, I just..." half way through, the black haired wizard suddenly widened his eyes:

"Today is your birthday?!"

The little wizard pouted naturally, but the next second, she burst out laughing.

"It's already over, big fool!" Ayn glared angrily: "you and Isaac, you never thought about it, right?!"

"I... I'm just..." Loren, who was speechless, was stunned in place and let the little wizard sigh helplessly: "forget it, I didn't give you any hope anyway."

"You'd better hurry to find Leia. Don't let others wait."

Biting his lips, the embarrassed Lauren was at a loss. Finally, he could only solemnly look at the little wizard in front of him: "don't worry, I'll make do with this moon shadow cat this year, next year! I'll definitely remember next year, and then... Anyway... All in all, I'm going to be scared!"

Looking at the figure of the black haired wizard who had left, the little wizard gently side the cat in his arms with his cheek. If there is nothing, there is a smile called "happiness" on the corner of his mouth.

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"Impossible!"

In the rest room, just after listening to the fairy's narration and speculation, Edward, the night watchman, said flatly: "this is just meaningless speculation, not even evidence!"

"But I just found it. It's in the sewer!" Leah said without hesitation: "from the place we left to the sewer exit, in addition to the guard knight, there are other people's footprints - if you don't believe it, go and see for yourself!"

Sitting between the two, the black haired wizard held his shoulders, meditated silently in their quarrel, and thought over and over again about the information Leia had just brought back.

First of all, the swordsman who destroyed the regiment's hundred men team has proved to be the escort Knight of fascism; Secondly, there was another "person" who left with him, and his identity was suspicious.

In fact, even Loren himself didn't want to believe that the "mage" who escaped and helped the guard Knight kill a whole team of 100 was Francis.

"I didn't say you lied, I just said that the man couldn't be a fascist!" the indifferent night watchman frowned slightly: "no matter who it is, it can't be him!"

It seemed that he was a little impatient. Edward directly turned his eyes to Lauren: "I did kill him at that time. A sword pierced his heart, a sword cut his throat, and then stabbed him in the head - I saw him fall in a pool of blood with his limbs twitching and dying! The amount of bleeding alone could not be alive!"

"Did you really see him die?" Leah held her shoulder and narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Saw him swallow his last breath with her own eyes?"

"No, the situation at that time did not allow me to do so." Edward shook his head slightly and stared at the fairy coldly: "what are you trying to say?"

"Since there is such a thing as holy blood potion, there may be other means of fake death."

Hearing this absurd answer, the night watchman strongly restrained his impulse to roll his eyes.

To be fair, the Female Elf's speculation is reasonable. Even the night watchman has a unique high-level magic spell "die now", which can escape a fatal injury and even repair the wound in an instant.

"Your guess is unreasonable - yes, there are many props that can cure the dying within the known scope - but first of all, I can guarantee that there was absolutely nothing in fascism that could help him 'resurrect'

Edward paused and said in a very positive tone: "secondly, if he uses some high-level magic spell - not to mention what kind of crime it is for a church person to contact magic, but the casting premise of any magic spell is to keep reason; my stabbing sword has ruined his brain, how can he keep reason?!"

"Blood," said the dark haired wizard suddenly.

A trace of doubt flashed on the fairy's face. Edward seemed to understand something: "you mean..."

"If it's really fascist, there should be blood next to his footprints." Loren shook his head and looked helpless: "but this can only be regarded as evidence, not real evidence."

Leia frowned and thought carefully, "it seems... No."

The dark haired wizard's face sank:

"That's even more strange..."