Chapter 364

"May I come in?"

Although it was a polite question, the man waiting outside the door was in a fundamentally indisputable tone, and the courtesy button was like an alarm bell.

The little wizard lay alert by the door, stared at the patient man outside the door from the gap, closed his mouth and dared not breathe.

Connord de sallion... What's he doing here?

The door was unlocked, and the cold faced connord knocked again:

"Lord Ayn Rand, I know you're in there - if you don't want me in, you can tell me directly. There's no need to pretend to be stupid."

There was still no response behind the door.

"Well..." Prince sakran did not look half angry: "Lord Ayn Rand, I wish you a happy mood. Excuse me."

The little wizard behind the door took a deep breath and took a deep breath with all his strength. Firmly clenched the handle and pushed the door open.

"I'm sorry, your highness crown prince Connaught."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, sir Ayn Rand." connord, who was just about to turn around and leave, stopped, and his cold face showed a trace of gentleness, still the indisputable tone:

"Can we come in and talk? It's too cold in winter on duanjie mountain."

Of course, the little wizard can't refuse. Especially in the face of Prince saklan, she can't think of any good reason - dignity, momentum and that expression. Brandon, a peaceful and easy-going man, is completely positive and negative.

The room is a large reading room. There are also a large number of alchemists and pharmacists in duanjieshan fortress, who serve as auxiliary soldiers of the Legion. Many of them were recruited from East and West Saxony on temporary orders, and some apprentices from the wizard college had to join the army because they could not afford high tuition fees.

Although the Holy Cross protested and opposed countless times, an excellent pharmacist can save hundreds of wounded soldiers, and a skilled Alchemist is an indispensable talent for the logistics of the Legion.

Holding the water cup in her hand, the little wizard sat opposite connord with his head down. The rest of his eyes kept sweeping over each other's face. Every moment of sight touch made her nervous and fidgety.

No matter how slow, Ayn still knows that the crown prince has a bad relationship with Brandon, and Loren is Brandon's wizard adviser - she's not Isaac, of course she knows what it means.

"Don't be so nervous, Lord Ayn Rand; I just stopped by and suddenly wanted to say hello."

Connord said calmly, "you don't have to worry about what I will do to you - yes, my relationship with Brandon is not very good; but I'm not my brother who likes mischief, and I won't deliberately hurt the innocent people around him."

"In fact, besides saying hello, I want to thank you more."

"Thank you?" the little wizard's face flashed a trace of confusion. He didn't expect the other party to say so and looked at him.

No... it should be that the dignified Prince of saxophone would thank others?

"Hug, sorry, but I don't quite understand..."

"The alchemist of the fortress, they have told me."

Connord slowly opened his mouth and interrupted ayin's words: "you helped them complete a simple formula, so that the fortress can use the only materials to make kindling agent when the supply is cut off in the rear. Although the power and effect are slightly inferior, it is at least effective."

"For this, as the commander of duanjieshan fortress, I must express my most sincere thanks to you - and I can assure you that duanjieshan fortress will never forget your achievements. We will name this new type of igniter after you!"

"Use, use my name?!"

Ayn, who had just taken a sip of water, almost sprayed it directly on connord's face:

"No, no, no... You are so polite! It's really nothing. I just helped; the alchemists of the fortress are actually about to succeed. Even without me, it's just a matter of time!"

"Without you, they will have to be successful in at least four or five years." connord looked at the cramped Ayn unchanged:

"Your Excellency ayin Rand, your achievements in four days have exceeded the work of twelve alchemists for ten years. You absolutely deserve this honor."

"Thank you for your compliment..." the little wizard who was a little excited blushed slightly, but still kept the least sense - she didn't forget that it was the man in front of her who nearly killed all of them when she was in the camp.

It was also his order that innocent Loren was jailed and Isaac's father was hanged as a deserter.

This man is Loren's enemy and is not worth trusting.

"I am a devout believer of the Holy Cross, but this does not hinder my admiration and respect for your alchemists."

Connord whispered, lightly clicking the table with his right hand, as if thinking about something: "do you know what makes the de sallion royal family to vigorously develop alchemy and pharmacy in Saxony against the opposition of the Holy Cross Church?"

The little wizard shook his head politely and waited for the other party's answer.

"Because unlike other wizards, you are down-to-earth. Every experiment you do has an accurate and unmistakable goal. Whether you fail or succeed, what you do is meaningful and can have a practical impact on everything around you and each other."

"Your pragmatism conquered the down-to-earth saxorians; and the clarity and persistence of your goals are the real greatness of alchemists!"

Hearing this, the little wizard could not help straightening his back and nodding slightly, even if he understood that the other party was deliberately making a good gesture.

"Pragmatic, with clear goals... Great quality." connord said slowly with almost sigh:

"Unfortunately, this quality is becoming more and more difficult to see - for example, my brother, Brandon de sallion; and His Wizard adviser, your friend

Loren Turin, they don't see such quality. "

The smile on Ayn's face gradually disappeared, and the pupils spread bit by bit: "what are you talking about?"

"They are all smart and good at avoiding their mistakes, using the surrounding environment and only resources to strive for advantages, and making the situation favorable to them. Even I admire them.

So maybe they are pragmatic, but do they really have clear goals?

Or... Do they really know what their ultimate goal is? I doubt that very much.

Winning a victory by fighting against your brother, or pursuing lost knowledge while looking for revenge - these can't be regarded as clear goals, because you can't find the standard of success.

I know your friend Loren. He is really good at controlling the situation and is very efficient in completing a task. Brandon is also very similar, and he fails only a few times.

One should have an "ultimate goal" in one's life, and everything else must serve it.

But they don't know what their goal is, just like... Like a fish rising against the current, they try their best to find waves that can take advantage of the trend, cross dangerous beaches one after another, survive in crises one after another, and get what they want;

But they don't know where the goal is and where the end point is; they just go upstream; their 'goal' is close at hand and can be achieved and achieved quickly.

That's not a goal. At least it's not a goal that you need to spend at least 40 years pursuing your plan - so you can only see the people in front of you, and you can never understand what you feel and what you think after 40 years.

Just like Brandon and your friend Lauren can never understand, I want to kill my brother but try my best to protect his ambivalence.

For the Empire, the value of a "Dragon Rider" is incalculable; but similarly, Brandon's potential destructive factors are incalculable.

They can't see it, so they won't understand how I did it or guess my plan. That's their weakness. "

Put down the water cup in his hand and silently got up, connord looked coldly at the little wizard who was trying to be calm:

"If your friend can come back alive, please be sure to tell him what I said today."