Chapter 438

The setting sun shines, and Golovin returns to dusk.

After entrusting Isaac and Edward with them, Loren almost kept rushing back - whether Brandon's audience was successful or not was the most important compared with the wizard college.

Of course, the main reason is that it is completely out of his control; As we all know, Brandon de sallion has the chance to finish a thing step by step and get recognized by others

... that's infinite, close to zero.

Hurried back to the summer twilight courtyard, the servants of the royal palace were not surprised at all because they came back alone. They even reminded themselves that his royal highness was waiting in their suite and they would send dinner outside the door in three quarters of an hour.

Be too numerous to enumerate the place of the courtier, even the servants of all sides are the eyes of all forces. The nobility and the princes of the intercourse are numerous. The various plots of private transactions, the conspiracy among them, the alliance or betrayal may have been normal in their eyes.

That calm expression and no waves of eyes seemed to tell the dark haired wizard that he was no different from all the people who lived here in the past 100 years and the next 100 years, and it was just these conspiracies, big and small, and participants in the power game

This feeling... Is really inexplicable nausea.

Walking in some dark corridors, the dark haired wizard who kept thinking pulled the corners of his mouth; Just as he was approaching the door, he was stunned and slowed down.

There's someone in the room, and there's more than one?

Loren's footsteps stopped under the light some distance from the door... The walls of the courtyard in summer evening are all sandwich, and it's hard to hear the sound in the house even standing behind the door.

Although it seems reasonable to be the center of this conspiracy, considering that she used to be the palace of the Queen Charlotte, it is difficult to say what purpose she did it for... Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough.

Just as the dark haired wizard was still hesitating whether to go in, the door opened.

Loren suddenly looked up and pushed the door open to a girl... A delicate white pleated skirt with a pure gold lily on her chest; He has a slender figure and elegant face with eyebrows like a sword. The seemingly quiet face always has a temperament of not being angry and self powerful, and his curly black hair pours like a waterfall.

"Are you the Loren Turin?"

Very pleasant voice, crisp and clear enunciation, but somehow it doesn't sound very happy... Lauren nodded slightly with an indifferent smile:

"I am the wizard adviser of his highness Brandon de sallion. May I ask you..."

Before he finished, the girl heard a cold hum and raised her head proudly. There seemed to be some dissatisfaction between her eyebrows: "your master is waiting for you in the room. Go find him quickly!"

"Loren... Turin."

After pronouncing the name, the girl who suddenly appeared hurried away from him and didn't even bother to look at him again; Finally, the black haired wizard raised his head, and his face was full of incomprehensible words.

I... just said the wrong thing? As for being so dismissive of me?

I didn't feel humiliated, but somehow... Loren, who didn't understand what happened, shook his head helplessly and turned into the room.

Brandon, sitting at the window, didn't notice him coming in. He sat in front of the window very skillfully, playing with the cherry cake on the plate, looking like he had done something bad but didn't want to admit it.

Think of the one just now... Cough.

"Oh, Loren, when did you come?"

His royal highness turned his eyes to the prince who knew later, and the black haired wizard who sat opposite him spoke directly: "who was the one who went out just now?"

"Well... You seem curious?" Brandon tilted his head. "I tell you you can, but you have to do me a little favor."

"No problem, go ahead."

"It's simple. Don't ask."

“……”

Brandon, with a bad smile, drooped his shoulders and collapsed in his chair. He looked weakly at the dark haired wizard who didn't want to pay attention to him: "well... I'll tell you in two days; don't you want to know the result of my audience now?"

"If you can still sit here alive, eating cake and drinking mint tea, it means everything is going well."

With a formulaic smile on his face, Loren said sarcastically: "but I think his highness Brandon should not only show off his successful audience, but send a night watchman to catch me from the Royal wizard college in full view of the public?"

"If you do this, I'm afraid everyone in the imperial capital knows that you must have reached an agreement with his majesty Eckhart."

"Yes, but it's necessary... Because it's too late to wait until midnight."

Brandon sighed and threw a parchment scroll to the black haired wizard; The next Lorraine opens the scroll and the pupil shrinks slightly:

"Loren Turin, Bain, grandfather Leonardo Turin; father gaiio Turin, mother unknown, suspected of being loterian or Arles.

"At least I'm also a prince of the Empire, directly related to the 13th generation... If none of them can hold a hand, those guys won't let someone of unknown origin become my wizard adviser."

"How much effort have I made to convince those old folks to agree with this certificate! My dear wizard consultant, can't you show a little gratitude?"

"I just think this ID card... Has a lot to do with what you're going to say next, right?" ignoring Brandon, Loren raised his eyebrows:

"They doubt me?"

"It's more like... The necessary vigilance against a guy of unknown origin." Brandon spread his hand and smiled helplessly:

"Don't worry, even if I, the real prince of the Empire, have been monitored by these guys for so long, it's impossible to relax my guard against the people around me - in other words, you have to thank LUT infinite."

"Thank him?"

"Yes, don't forget that you are also a night watchman in name... If you don't know what's going on, I almost regard you as the spy that the guy put beside me."

"In short... It is because of this identity that the night watchman can rightfully keep an eye on you; with this prerequisite, they can agree to let you become my wizard adviser... More accurately, the wizard adviser of Brandon de sallion, the prince of the Empire."

Loren certainly knows the difference... The former is only a private agreement between himself and Brandon, while the latter gives himself a legitimate identity and officially becomes Brandon de saleon's subordinate.

Relieved, Brandon gulped down the cherry cake on the plate: "but although with the help of LUT infinit - who knows what this guy wants to do, it's definitely not a good thing anyway - I just convinced them. There's the last step."

"The last step?"

"It's very simple for you..." Brandon pretended to be indifferent and smiled: "they're going to see you to see if you have the qualification."

"Just... See you?" Lauren frowned.

"Er... The original words seem to be 'audience'."

The bottom of my heart took a breath, and Lauren, who didn't change his face, narrowed his eyes slightly: "when?"

"Tonight!"