Chapter 508

Dark corridors, cold iron windows, cold and humid walls and ceilings

The black haired wizard walked to the end of the corridor without looking back. At the moment when he passed in front of the wall candle, the dim yellow fire only lit up half of his face, which was as heavy as water.

"... Your Excellency Loren Turin, his highness Brandon de sallion ordered me to come and inform you of this regrettable news, and I hope you can accept..."

The pace is faster and faster. In the cold and dead corridor, only heavy steps are echoing.

"... your friend, seram kovo's father, the suspect in this case, the famous pharmacist..."

The torch at the end of the corridor lit up, and the cold iron door was near.

"... his Excellency Lusaka kovo..."

Far from the prison of light, there is only darkness.

"... just two quarters of an hour ago..."

The steps stopped gradually and pushed open the iron door. In the dark, a figure lying in the corner of the wall loomed in his vision.

"... has unfortunately died..."

The dark haired wizard with an iron face clenched his teeth and slowly squatted in front of the bruised figure. His trembling right hand gently pressed the blood clotted neck.

"... after examination, I was not coerced before my death... I should have hanged myself..."

The dark pupil was gradually covered with a layer of ice cold. The dark haired wizard with a heavy face trembled slightly on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth caught up a sad smile.

"Hehe, hehe..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Loren, who was half kneeling in front of Lusaka kovo's body, suddenly burst out laughing, his shoulders jerked violently, and he couldn't even bite straight.

"Hearty" laughter echoed in the narrow dark cell, but I couldn't hear any joy.

"So it is, so it is... This is your plan, isn't it?!"

"It's thoughtful of you to pretend to commit suicide, then cheat the favor of the trial court, and finally defeat the hypocritical church and their dog legs again, master Lusaka --"

"Ha ha ha ha ha... I can't see it. Fortunately, I always think you are a very rigorous and meticulous scholar. I didn't expect you to understand this kind of conspiracy. It's great!"

"Get up... Get up; just pretend to be almost... Master lusack, it's too much. Others will really think you're dead. Isn't it too false to defend in court at that time?"

"Wake up, wake up, Lusaka kovo, your son climbed to the witness stage of the parliament hall with his last breath, just to let you go back!"

"Is this to make me break my promise and make others think I'm a liar? I tell you... Don't think --!"

"I promised to let you walk out of here openly. No one can let me break my promise, do you hear me?!"

"Do you hear me, you talk!"

"Lusaka kovo --!"

"Loren!"

The sudden sound made some hysterical black haired wizards freeze suddenly; Looking back slowly, Brandon de sallion had stood behind him, with red pupils without a trace of expression.

"Cheer up." Brandon nodded slightly and bit his lower lip. "My wizard Consultant... Won't look so ashamed and impolite!"

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Time goes by minute by second.

The dim yellow Candlestick lit up the mottled wall. The two people on both sides of the candle looked at each other. The quiet air made the repressed atmosphere like essence.

"It's the first time I've seen your face." Brandon raised his mouth in a cynical tone. "I thought you never knew what fear is. You're always so self righteous."

The black haired wizard shook his head and mocked himself.

"It's my carelessness. I'm too conceited." the godless eyes focused on the dim candlelight, and Loren shook his head: "I thought the same mistake would not be made again, but I didn't expect..."

Brandon, who raised his eyebrows and guessed something vaguely, opened his mouth but stopped talking, flattened his mouth and shrugged.

Leonardo Turin... The man who died miserably in the hands of a robber disguised as a villager, Loren's nominal Knight master and the old man of "Grandpa", is also an opportunity for Loren Turin to choose to become a wizard... The earliest information about Loren Turin that he can find in his hands.

Although he didn't see it with the his own eyes, Brandon could understand how hard it had hit Loren.

"A helpless Alchemist is locked up in a dark dungeon. He is miserable and exhausted. His only hope is a person he has never seen and just wants to use him. He has no guarantee at all."

The dark haired wizard's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes became a little dark: "in this case, time is passing, hope is dying... Loneliness, fear, darkness... It is natural that he will give up after being completely surrounded by these and tortured for a whole month."

"He is not brave, still less cowardly and timid... Lusaka kovo, he just knows how powerful the enemy is and how small the hope of victory is... There is nothing to blame."

"Then again, when a man is willing to end all this with his own death... Who can stand up and accuse him of not being brave enough?"

Brandon blinked and said nothing more; Sit quietly and never say a word.

"The church will not miss such a good opportunity... Whether Weber likes it or not, the church will let him say that this is' lusack's suicide ', and we have no evidence to show. In addition to acquiescence, it is at most a futile resistance, that's all."

The black haired wizard's expression became more and more heavy.

"So... There's only one way to go, reconciliation?" Brandon asked indifferently. "Are you going to surrender, my wizard adviser?"

"How could that be!"

"What's the odds of winning if you keep fighting?"

"Not even one Chengdu... It can be said that there is no chance of winning."

"Even so, I still bite my teeth and don't admit defeat... I have to fight to the end?"

"Of course."

Before Lauren looked up, Brandon suddenly grabbed his right hand, and his red pupils were very firm:

"Very good!"

"We'd rather lose miserably than admit defeat and never shrink back!" Brandon raised his mouth slightly and his eyes were burning as if he had a chance to win: "Loren Turin... I believe you, but this trust bureau is definitely not your burden."

"Even in adversity, I believe you can turn the situation into the best side for us; in eboden, in the fortress of fault boundary mountain, in the glacier wasteland... The same is true."

"They thought I had the last card and thought I would give up as before... Yes, if I were smart enough, I should have given up. I can't see the adversity of hope. Even if I win, it's impossible to change the existing situation."

"So they don't know. I have only one card from beginning to end!"

"What do you mean?" the dark haired wizard raised his eyebrows.

"Simplicity is what I can give you that others can't give you." Brandon's smile is as bright as the afternoon sun: "trust."

"If you want to win the loyalty of others, you must first take out your own."

"So... Loren Turin, I will trust you wholeheartedly and put my destiny in your hands!"

"Unconditional trust... Is my promise to you."

With a light hum, the smiling prince tilted his head: "how, are you moved?"

"; no,"; said dark haired wizard, rolling his eyes.

"Ah... Then I'll think I didn't say anything. Anyway, I'll lose this time!" as soon as I let go, Brandon patted the table and got up. It doesn't matter, holding the back of his head:

"The big deal is to continue to be the same as before. How can they really treat me..."

"Wait..."

The helpless voice stopped the prince's feet in the air. With a smiling face, he turned to look at the black haired wizard behind him.

"Who told you... You'll lose this time?"

With a cold hum, Loren, who got up, stared at him:

"Go, let you see... What is Jedi reversal!"

"I can't wait!"