Chapter 828

"Mmm... Mmm... Mmm..."

After three chants, the black haired wizard with his face full of enjoyment swallowed the pie in his mouth, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the overflow of food in his mouth, the delicacy of sliding through his throat, and the warmth of entering his body.

"Eat as you eat. Don't make strange noises!"

"But it's really delicious... Of course, everything is delicious as long as it's made by ayin!" under the attack of flattery from a Duke who doesn't care about his face, the small wizard with a straight face has more small pink on his dimple; Finally, he just snorted and sat opposite him:

"But seriously... After eating more Bain sausages and beef, this rottel pie is really delicious - it's only an ordinary ingredient, and it's nothing special, but it's easy to remind people of that poor backcountry... Ouch!"

Lorraine, who was gnashing his teeth and hit his head with a big spoon, didn't forget to put the pie (PIE) into his mouth.

This "home cooked dish" that everyone in lottel - or every girl preparing to marry - will shine like a new life in the hands of the little wizard.

Mix wheat flour and eggs with sugar and butter. After a little treatment, make it into a Bo cake shape. Add fried vegetables (mushrooms, onions and cabbage) prepared with olive oil into the cake;

Then pour in the sauce made of eggs, milk and cheese, black pepper and salt, chop the cheese, sprinkle it on the cake, and bake it a little.

The crisp crust, the strong fragrance of milk, cheese and butter, and the full vegetable core - that kind of satisfaction is not a level that words can describe.

Although it's just a very simple pie, the little wizard still has the ability to make it completely different from the original - ordinary lottel pie certainly doesn't use sugar and black pepper, but it's not just because of this.

It's a... More delicate taste.

Looking at the black haired wizard sitting in front of him, he gulped "liquidation" and explained the two words "wolf down" and "chew slowly", Ayn's expression was softened.

For a "Chef", there is nothing more satisfying than seeing diners enjoy their works.

"Why did you have time to come today?" the little wizard sat opposite him and asked softly, "don't you stay at the round table Council?"

"What's more," Loren shrugged. "Maybe I'll be busy again in a few days... Anyway, the master of AAM is waking up. You've been very busy recently, and you'll come to the wizard tower."

"You guy... Take my lab as a vacation place? And people are very busy, not like you!"

This is not just a complaint, but a fact... Ayn Rand, a part-time "President of the wizard Association", is very busy and no easier than Charlotte while taking care of the seriously ill Halin van achamay and continuing the project progress of the floating city. At the same time, he also cooperates with Dalton kand's wizard college plan.

Compared with them, Loren is really a little too "relaxed"... He even has time to practice his sword with Lucian and occasionally discuss the application of "valve" with mentor Dalton; Or talk to some "selective forgetful" elder about what he didn't finish last time.

"I'll be busy again in a few days... What's the matter again?" Ayn asked very sensitively.

"Yes, but it's not very important." Loren deliberately avoided the topic and put down his knife and fork: "hey... It's true that Isaac is going to get married?"

There was no response from the opposite side.

After a full minute, he finally realized that something was wrong. The black haired wizard looked up and saw Ayn bulging his cheeks, holding his shoulders and staring at him coldly.

"What, what's the matter?"

Blinking curiously, Loren asked pleasantly, looking unconscious.

"If you don't want to say it, you want to fool me with such words..." the angry little wizard pushed a shameless head back to the other end of the table with a big spoon:

"Who cares about your life and death?"

"Come on, we're friends. I'll be very sad if you do this." Lauren still smiled and didn't feel the spoon on his head:

"Do you want me to tell you how it is? I must tell the truth this time..."

"The devil believes it!"

"Really, I will never lie to you; otherwise, let's make a bet. If I lie to you again, I will..."

"I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen!"

We are familiar with the dialogue that has been repeated dozens of times, even hundreds of times, and even to the point where both sides have a tacit understanding and know it well.

"Ignore you, I'm going to bed!"

Turning around unhappily, the little wizard turned and left, walked to the bedroom opposite the corridor, and threw Loren alone in the restaurant.

"Good night." Lauren shook his head and smiled softly. "Remember to have a good dream."

"Bang --!"

He was answered by a slamming door in the corridor.

The wizard tower in the middle of the night is quiet again. The gradually cold wind can be heard outside the window. In the dark midnight, only the direction of the castle is still bright.

I don't know when the fire in the fireplace went out and the restaurant darkened in an instant.

The dark haired wizard with a slight frown got up, gently put down the tableware in his hand and walked towards the smoking fire in the dark.

Just as he was approaching, he suddenly stopped.

The light behind penetrated into the corners of the eyes from the edge of the residual light, which was very dazzling in a dark night.

Lauren looked back slowly and looked at his table - I don't know when there was a lighted white candle on it.

There was a figure on his original seat. Under the weak light, there was an unusually pale face. Two white little hands clutching the oversized tableware, but they looked so model.

Petite and slender figure, the red and black dress is spotless, the neckline is meticulously tied with a full small bow tie, and the legs are covered with clean napkins.

Cut off a small piece of pie, put it into the bloodless mouth, swallow it with a full aftertaste expression, and the right hand that put down the knife has picked up the wine glass.

Raising his eyebrows, Lauren looked at the unexpected guest with an expressionless face.

Put down the glass, the blonde boy with a red stain on his lips sat up straight, with a decent smile, calmly and gracefully threw a pair of scarlet eyes at Lauren:

"Dear Loren, thank you for your hospitality."

Lauren raised her eyebrows, hugged her shoulders and looked down at him expressionless.

"You know... If I had known earlier that dear Loren had prepared a candlelight dinner for his best friend, the lovely and simple Asriel, I would never have waited tonight."

With a sigh of enjoyment, asrell's eyes moved, and a smile called "sincerity" hung around his mouth: "of course, dear Lauren, your clothes are not appropriate... Formal dress is required for dinner and candlelight dinner, which is an unwritten rule."

"Really, it sounds like I'm wrong?"

Shrugging his shoulders, the black haired wizard sat down and crossed his legs: "I'm so sorry to disappoint you... Why don't I change now?"

"No... we are friends, and the best friends don't care about these trifles." Asriel narrowed his eyes and shook his fingers

"Don't say you're wearing clothes now... Even if you're naked, it's like a cloak and a crown to Asriel."

"... thank you for your compliment."

Loren, who twitched at the corners of his mouth, almost gnashed his teeth and said these words:

"But as' best friends', have some people forgotten something?"

"For example..." Asriel stared, put his hands on the edge of the chair and leaned forward... It was a "surprise to me" expression.

"For example..." the black haired wizard bit his back teeth helplessly, and his smile became more and more stiff: "some people seem to have promised me that they will tell me everything they know when everything is over."

"But now it seems that 'some people' seem to have forgotten."

The blonde tilted his head, smiled cunningly, and had no regret to apologize:

"Dear Loren, Asriel admits that he made a mistake. Asriel shouldn't let you wait so long... Although the main reason is that dear Loren is too busy to bother him;

But that's not the reason. Asriel apologizes for his mistakes and is willing to exchange everything he can do for dear Loren... Your forgiveness. "

Lauren looked up with an unexpected expression.

"But before all this... Asriel also has a problem." the blonde boy sincerely widened his eyes: "why do you have to wait until Asriel takes the initiative to show up this time, dear Loren - you should have tried all means to force poor Asriel to speak!"

"Yes, you said so." Loren sneered:

"I used to be."

Asriel, with a blank expression, still had a "pure and innocent" smile on his face.

"After going through so many things, more accurately, climbing back from the edge of life and death again and again, I found out one thing." the black haired wizard said expressionless:

"All the 'truth', you only speak when you have to tell me, and... Only tell me what you have to know."

"The rest... Won't say more than half a word."

Still "pure and innocent" blonde, his expression is still so natural.

"So the conclusion is... I don't need to speak on my own, because you won't give me accurate and complete information; and when you have to tell me, you won't hide anything from me."

"So... Why should I ask?"

In the face of the aggressive eyes of the black haired wizard, Asriel was still indifferent and even took it seriously: "Oh... It's worthy of being Loren. It's really great - you found it in just a few years!"

Lauren, who smiled but didn't smile, really had to bear it to restrain his impulse to press the boy on the ground and beat him up.

"There are many reasons for this. The most important one is to ensure that dear Loren... You don't come into contact with an existence you can't defeat too early."

Asriel, who didn't care, gently raised the corner of his mouth: "Asriel is just trying to ensure that every enemy you encounter, at least you can deal with... Or you can deal with it on the premise of getting help."

"You mean to say... You have calculated all the evil gods and monsters I have encountered so far?" Loren snorted with disdain.

Asriel raised his head and looked at the dark haired wizard with deep eyes:

"Impossible?"

Lauren frowned slightly and a sarcastic smile arose from the corners of her mouth:

"I remember what you said before. It's different from this?"

"Oh, of course!" Asriel's face showed a childlike innocent smile: "Asriel is a bad child who likes to lie. What he is good at is lying."

"Language, words, sounds, symbols... These are the most powerful forces in the world, which run through the two worlds; it can enable an ordinary person with no strength to bind a chicken to defeat too many enemies stronger than him."

"Similarly, it is also an elusive force - explain sadness with laughter, express joy with cry, hide fear with anger, cover up empty head with eloquence..."

"The most interesting thing about this' powerful 'power is that it can tell the truth with lies."

"... what the hell are you trying to say?"

Suddenly interrupted him, and a trace of impatience flashed through the bottom of the black haired wizard's eyes.

"It's easy," Asriel whispered. "Dear Loren, it's time."

"Why, suddenly 'merciful' is ready to tell me the whole truth?"

"Here, truth is a very inappropriate word." the smiling young man shook his head again, put his hands together and gently pressed them against his lower lip, and his expression was very playful:

"I'll tell you a story, and then it's up to dear Loren to judge what you are willing to believe, what you won't believe, and what you don't want to believe... Or ambiguous and difficult to judge."

"Can you stop playing?" the black haired wizard with a long face grinned more and more.

"Story... Is history - but who decides what history looks like?" the young youyou asked, "ten people experience a thing together. Do ten people have exactly the same memory of it?"

"Or are bystanders more qualified to judge? But he hasn't even experienced all this, and how much inside information can he know about the parties' ideas?"

Facing the increasingly murderous Loren, Asriel sat up gracefully and raised his eyes; Hold your small white hands together and put your wrists against the edge of the table:

"I want to tell a completely fictional story, a person who did not exist at all, a history that did not leave a written record."

"But as Asriel said..."

"A lie can also..."

"... tell the truth."

Lauren said nothing and expressed doubt in silence.

"Well, first of all, let's talk about the basic settings of the story."