Chapter 597

"Go to hell --!"

The crying girl who tore off her disguise waved her dagger and screamed and rushed up.

Standing in the same place, the black haired wizard seemed stupid. He stood still, watching the sharp blade attacking him, and turned slowly and calmly.

"Dang --!"

At the moment when the short sword was only 10 cm away from the front door, it was forcibly stopped by the sleeve sword, and the slender crack spread on the blade of the sleeve sword - if the sword body is too short, it must be quenched to improve its hardness, but it also has the side effect of easy cracking.

"Why do you want to kill him? He doesn't mean any harm to you!" Vivian cried and screamed. The short sword in her hand stabbed desperately, blooming sparks in the center of the two people again and again:

"He even suppressed the news that you were alive and didn't tell lute infinite... Loren Turin, you devil, is that how you repay your life-saving benefactor?!"

Waving his sleeve sword, the calm black haired wizard retreated step by step and kept swinging away the sharp blade stabbed in the face.

"Help benefactor? Don't be funny... The night watchman defected collectively and became a member of the heresy. I'm really curious about how LUT infinite would feel if he knew about it."

"So what? He's for Byrne, to get Byrne out of the control of the Holy Cross!"

"To be the real controller behind Byrne?" Lauren shook his head. "That means governor Gaspar's pet has something to do with you? Oh... That would be more interesting."

The voice fell, and the black haired wizard's sleeve sword burst in response; The unbalanced little Vivian was hit by the elbows thrown head-on.

"I don't care if you believe in heresy of evil gods, but now the situation is that I can't let a group of night watchmen who are hostile to me leave, or sit back and watch a heretic church that manipulates governor Byrne behind become bigger."

"To put it simply, you have to go out sideways, okay?"

Little Vivian, who climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth without saying a word, stared at the figure of the black haired wizard with ferocious eyes, and raised the sharp blade in her hand.

The next moment, the crowd around also took off their robes and hoods, raised the torch in their left hand, pulled out the bloody knife in their right hand, and surrounded Lauren in the center with hate eyes.

The dark pupils looked around and swept through faces he had seen at banquets in the wizard's Association and the palace hall.

It seems that she really underestimated them, not only the night watchman and wizard, but also the nobles of the red blood castle... Charlotte naively thought that as long as she defeated governor Gaspar, the red blood castle would be peaceful.

"You ruined the sacred ceremony, defiled the honor of the blood church, and killed our brothers..." little Vivian's eyes were filled with anger, and her young voice was extremely sharp:

"Wine is like blood, your sin... Can only be repaid with blood! Beyond perception -!"

In the middle of the scream, Vivian's petite body trembled suddenly, followed by an electric shock from her trunk to her head, and two gray blue patterns appeared on her cheeks - because they were so Petite that the patterns originally only under the corners of her eyes covered almost her whole cheek.

"Go to hell, you devil!"

The voice fell, and countless dark shadows rushed to Loren from all directions; The black haired wizard who accepted his fate still stood still, and even threw away the cracked sleeve sword in his hand.

No matter how strong he is, he can't be the opponent of so many of us!

Yes, as long as we go together, he's dead!

Loren lowered his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Dumb... Dream."

The next moment, the endless darkness swallowed up the narrow wine cellar, and all the light disappeared in the shadow.

The girl wielding the sharp blade widened her eyes, and in an instant, her inner anger turned into fear - power, beyond perception, the power "given" to her suddenly disappeared!

There was no light, no sound, no temperature, only boundless darkness... Stunned Vivian looked blankly and looked around vigilantly.

The next second, the light pierced her eyes again, and at the same time, she heard the sound of the tip of the knife tearing her chest and piercing her heart.

"How, how..."

The pain from her chest woke little Vivian up. The girl who was busy with blood suddenly looked up and saw the black haired wizard holding the handle of the knife in her right hand.

The sharp blade stabbed into the chest was pulled out, and the girl with wide eyes fell into her own pool of blood from the air like a broken doll.

Stepping over the bones of little Vivian, the calm black haired wizard walked to the next person without any intention of wasting time.

The inactive body kept twitching, and plasma gushed from the crack in the chest; Little Vivian, whose eyes gradually darkened, looked at the increasingly blurred figure of the dark haired wizard, and her trembling corners of her mouth said her last prayer:

"Good wine... Like blood."

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"Laurel leaves, eggplant, anisodamine, elderberry, Datura... Such outdated hallucinogens. I thought only lottel's wandering wizards were still using them. I didn't expect to meet them in Bain."

Looking at the pure silver wine cup in his hand, the black haired wizard standing in the pool of blood shook his head and tried his best to get into the strange party. The final result disappointed him.

The hard won clue broke so quickly.

"... although I wanted to ask, don't you need to leave a living mouth to inquire about information..."

Asriel, who didn't know when to appear, stood in front of him with a smile. His scarlet eyes swept one by one from the bodies in the wine cellar, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was thicker: "but now it seems impossible... Because dear Loren has dried up all of them!"

"In my world view, there are two kinds of people in the world who can't believe it or even don't even listen - Crazy believers and drug addicts. Believing what they say is tantamount to suicide."

Slowly raised his head, the smiling black haired wizard looked at the boy in front of him meaningfully: "of course... Evil gods are not human."

"Even if it's a lie, dear Loren can certainly get a lot of information from it?" Asriel smiled cunningly and directly ignored the words of a dark haired Wizard: "why kill it directly? Isn't it a waste of such a good opportunity..."

"You already know?"

Loren coldly interrupted him with calm eyes: "the so-called 'holy land' is just a meeting place for these people. Even if you catch them, you can't get any useful information."

The silent young man's mouth showed the arc of the moon hook, and everything was self-evident.

"In this world, apart from dear Loren... Where else does Asriel not know?"

"And you're not going to tell me yet?"

"As long as Loren must know, Asriel must know everything."

"For example... When I was dying?"

"Definitely before that." the scarlet eyes flickered, and the young man's expression was equally subtle: "Loren is Asriel's best friend. How could Asriel put Loren in danger?"

"As for the so-called 'heretic Group'... Well, how about taking it as an appetizer dessert before dinner? It's boring to always rush about for power, title, status and wealth. Occasionally relaxing outdoor sports are good for physical and mental health, and life should always be more colorful!"

Outdoor sports beneficial to physical and mental health... It's really a bad taste.

The black haired wizard with white eyes shrugged his shoulders: "I don't have such good patience to continue to endure this group of scum. It's more in line with my style to do it directly."

"The next thing is as soon as possible... Huh?"

The sudden fluctuation of void power made the black haired wizard frown slightly, and the blood under his feet was flowing slowly in the direction behind him as if he had life.

"Distinguished guest, why do you want to leave so soon?"

The man in red, or "former" Byrne night watchman John, who died in his throat, got up from the pool of blood, and the surrounding blood donations were still flowing in from his wounds, causing his body to twitch constantly:

"About destroying this great ceremony... We scum must have a good talk with you..."