Chapter 779

"Lord Loren... He's awake. Thank you for the Holy Cross!"

The noise was so loud that people had a headache, one familiar or strange face after another, and the cry of Lucian's excitement that he couldn't help himself.

What's the matter? I seem to have been... Unconscious for a while?

Lauren, who tried to open his eyes, could only see one anxious or happy face after another. Many people were irritable, dry mouth, didn't even want to say a word, and weakly waved.

"Everybody out, now!" was the voice of Eckert, Earl of fury castle. "The Duke needs to be quiet!"

"That's right, you guys who don't worry, do you want to suffocate your Duke with sweat?" this is Sarika Jonah, dignified: "get out of here and leave me and my dear little angel ain!"

"... I'm talking about you too, miss Sarika Jonah."

"Cut, stingy old man, I won't help you next time."

"..." Eckert.

For a whole minute, the chaotic "commotion" disappeared completely. Loren, struggling to sit up, gasped and looked around.

In the small tent, he sat on the bed, with a small wizard busy refining medicine in front of the test-bed.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the taste of sedatives, as well as the smell of aged vinegar mixed with several drugs "stewed" in the crucible, makes people almost unable to breathe normally.

"How... I mean, am I still healthy?" Lauren asked, pretending to be relaxed, feeling his whole body.

"Very healthy. Even the wounded soldiers in the barracks can't compare with you." Ayn replied without looking back. His voice was a little cold and busy debugging the medicine: "you just consume too much energy. It's no big deal."

"Just like... Every time before."

Loren smiled with relief, but his temples were torn like pain; He sat up straight, reached out to the sedative on the table and accidentally threw himself into the air.

He looked up blankly. The indifferent Ayn was standing in front of him, his eyes red.

"Uh... Well, I..."

Pa -!

He slapped him on the left face.

The dark haired wizard was stunned.

"Just a little... Just a little, if Lucian hadn't brought you back in time, you would be dead." the little wizard clenched his teeth and his voice trembled:

"Just like every time!"

Rubbed his red cheeks, and Loren stared at his blue eyes.

"In order to wake you up immediately, I gave you three grams of sedative." Ayn clenched her pink fist and almost leaked the words between her teeth:

"This dose can already be used to kill!"

"But you saved my life with it. Good job, well done." Lauren smiled, strained his right arm with all his strength and raised his thumb at the little wizard: "it's worthy of being an alchemist proud of even mentor Dalton kand!"

"Loren Turin, I'm not kidding you!" Ayn widened his eyes:

"Even if your physique is superior to ordinary people, even if you are lucky enough that someone saves you every time - how long can you live if this battle continues?"

Clenching the powder fist of sedative, it seems that I can't wait to crush the medicine bottle.

Only she knows best what Loren Turin's physical condition is at the moment; Although he can be as healthy as a resurrection again and again, such vitality is by no means costless and can never be endless.

It's like a reflection.

The little wizard knew how important he was and knew he couldn't disturb him at such a time - not just this time, almost every time; The best he can do is "don't give him trouble".

The burden of being a duke, the feud with fascists, the threat of life and death... Both physically and mentally, he has pushed himself to the limit, but he is still squeezing his potential, as if he were racing against something.

No, even without these, he will still be like this... This guy pretends to be very modest, but he is more proud than the most arrogant elves and dwarfs; He would not pretend, but instinctively rejected the help from any aspect.

Always stubbornly believe that you can accomplish everything alone.

And all he can do is patience, silent patience, good... Don't give him trouble.

Don't give him trouble.

The blue eyes glowed, and a glittering and reflective "water stain" appeared on the white cheeks.

Loren sighed and was at a loss for nearly half a minute before gently hugging the little wizard's shoulder.

"Sorry, sorry... It's all my fault. It's outrageous." the little wizard who patted the back of Ayn's head and clenched his lower lip pressed him in his arms, and his petite body trembled continuously.

"Big liar, big liar, you just... Never tell the truth..."

"Well, you're right. I've never told the truth; because I know someone... Who will forgive me even if I lie to her many times."

Holding ayin's head, the golden hair leaked out from her fingers: "and she can even tell me the biggest secret of her life in order to help me, a big liar full of lies."

"So I always owe her."

There was a relaxed smile on Lauren's mouth - no pressure, no affectation, a natural, relaxed smile.

The two men were silent for a long time.

"Ain?"

"Huh?" the little wizard whispered.

"I want to tell you something... The truth." Lauren slowly loosened her arms and whispered, looking at her slightly red eyes: "I wanted to say it a long time ago, until now."

The voice fell, and the black haired wizard's expression suddenly became more solemn: "remember when we first met... The wild dog village, we joined hands to defeat the robber."

"That time, I actually defeated him with the help of an evil god - the name of the evil god was Asriel. I signed a contract with him and became his apostle."

"This was a last resort decision at that time, but it became the main cause of many troubles later - I won't hide it anymore. I... Am an apostle of the evil god, so is Lucian; even Ariel is a part of the evil god Asriel."

"In a word, what we are doing now is to unite an evil god to deal with another more terrible evil god." the exhausted Loren was incoherent and could hardly remember what he wanted to say:

"These are my biggest secrets right now. As long as any one is announced, the Holy Cross Church and even the whole empire will want me. The church trial court will probably be excited to peel off my skin and send me to the gallows to revive the prestige of the church."

"Of course, these can't prove anything, but I think only by doing so, I won't owe you; and these... I will only tell you, tell you alone."

"Only you... Only you."

The voice fell.

Ayn stagnated for nearly a minute and stared at the black haired wizard's eyes full of "sincerity".

"I don't believe it!"

The little wizard holding his shoulder snorted and looked like "dismissive": "anyway, it's' you're from another world ',' wand called mobile phone ',' laughing elder 'or something - you'll fool me."

"No!" Lauren widened his eyes and tried not to roll his eyes. "In addition, what I said is true. There is not a word that deceives you, I swear!"

"If you don't believe it, you don't believe it!"

"Why, am I not clear?" Lauren was at a loss and his expression was a little crazy. "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to be conscious enough to say it in a mess; then let's start from the beginning? Oh, by the way... Wild dog village!"

"I won't listen! I won't listen!"

The little wizard with his ears blocked turned away and didn't give the black haired wizard any chance to "make it clear"; He ran out of the tent and left him sitting alone on the bed, staring at him alone.

Lucian, who was guarding outside the tent, was startled by the running Ayn and quickly poked his head inside; Lauren waved to him tired, trying to calm down.

It's not that I don't want to tell the truth. I really can't do it

"What happened, I mean... I just saw Lord ain Rand running out in a panic." count Eckert, who walked in carefully, frowned slightly: "nothing happened to you and Lord ain?"

"No, nothing." Lauren interrupted him in an indisputable tone, and then immediately changed the topic: "how's the situation? Is everything all right in the army?"

"More than half of the casualties, but the combat power still exists. As long as we rest for a period of time, we should be able to recover our strength." Eckert said calmly:

"When you recover your energy, I will ask each hundred team to send the roster to you for inspection - including name, resume, position, service time, and all the contents will be in it."

"This battle is an unprecedented valuable experience for Byrne. All tactics, overall planning, mistakes and judgments will have a great impact on Byrne's army in the next 20 to 30 years, and even affect two or three generations of knights."

"The last time the dwarf fortress was captured, it was 12 generations ago... After this battle, Byrne's army can finally recover the fighting spirit of their ancestors, not just the Knights galloping on the flat ground."

The Earl of fury Castle sighed: "I don't know if you are really for this reason, but... Without miss Sarika Jonah, we probably don't have the courage to really attack silver helmet mountain, not just pretend."

Lauren nodded.

It would have been a very correct decision if it had not been taken advantage of by the "black cross" serlior.

But when it comes to silver helmet mountain

"Silver helmet mountain, have we attacked?" Loren asked.

"Silver helmet mountain..." Eckert raised his head and looked at the door behind him: "there is no silver helmet mountain."

Lauren raised her eyebrows.

"After we broke the dwarf's wall defense, their resistance was over and the whole line was defeated." Ike said solemnly: "after the gate was broken, they didn't even hold on for half a day and collapsed."

"Thousands of dwarves passed through the front of our defense line and almost ran into it directly - there were soldiers, but more elderly people, women and children, who rushed out of the fort and fled to our siege position.

At present, they are staying behind the trenches and earth bases outside the barracks. They have no food, no supplies, and even lack water. All their property is only what they have.

If we ignore them, one fifth of the dwarves will freeze, thirst and starve to death by tomorrow morning, and the rest will kill each other for food;

Within a week, they either attack the fortress, attack our camp, or continue to survive, but the results are the same... There is no silver helmet mountain. "

"As for the reason..." Ike said slowly, "Duke, you should know better than me."

Lauren looked at him and said, "you have something to say, Eckert."

"Yes, Duke." Eckert did not deny it. "I don't think you trust us enough, or at least... You didn't tell us the whole truth about this battle."

"Of course, we are all your ministers and soldiers. It is always our first duty to carry out your orders."

The Earl of fury Castle said he was humble, but Loren could still feel his dissatisfaction.

"I see." scratched his head, Lauren sighed: "this time it's my fault... In various senses. I'll explain it to you when the battle is over."

Of course, if someone is really willing to tell the truth... Lauren can't help thinking in his heart.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong."

Huh? This sentence made Lauren pick his eyebrows, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"What I just said to you is as your minister... The ruler will take the minister's opinion as an important reference, but it is definitely not an instruction." Eckert shook his head:

"If you think something should not be known, it should not be known; it is your responsibility to bear an unknown secret."

"No one knows why ed Turin would go his own way and bet on Byrne's fate to capture the last dwarf fortress in Byrne; no one knows why Roland Turin went north, betrayed the church and saved the Empire."

Eckert nodded slightly: "they have faced the accountability like I do to you today for countless times, and there are loud and angry voices everywhere... I don't know how ed Turin solved it in those years, but I was lucky to see with my own eyes how the 'black Duke' did it."

"He threw the dawn sword in front of his father and said, 'either be loyal to me or kill me'.

They never explained or apologized; when they were close, he could be like a naughty child. When he was tough, even half of Byrne opposed, he would go his own way.

This is the Duke of Turin, the Duke who can make all Byrne proud. "Eckert sighed softly, as if recalling the years that fascinated him.

But the next second he returned to his original state and nodded respectfully: "but these are not the main reasons why I disturb your rest. Please forgive an elderly man for his nagging."

"Please speak." Lauren waved his hand carelessly and looked calm.

"Just now, the messenger of Archduke Laszlo Varna came." Eckert's voice was a little low, with some unspeakable dignity:

"He brought the war report from the front..."