Chapter 893

Looking at the food in the plate, the black haired wizard twitched his throat.

The fresh and tender beef brisket, which is slightly fried in butter and emits a strong smell of red wine, is as eye-catching as stars and the moon against the background of potatoes, carrots and celery.

If you touch it gently with a fork, you can still feel that the meat is delicate, smooth, flexible and elastic, just like a girl's calf.

The soup exudes bursts of heat, rolling up the rich red wine and the aroma of fragrant leaves; Stewed and boiled rotten tomatoes melt into the soup, clear as water and red as blood.

Taking a deep breath, Loren closed the corners of his mouth, put up his arms and lifted his knife and fork; In a moment of silence, his right hand trembled and the back of the knife pressed the beef side; Under the fluorite lamp, the cold awn between the forks blooms, and the falling is just an instant

3、 Two, one!

"Hoo............"

With a long sigh, Lauren, who clenched his teeth, hung his head and sighed. He couldn't bear to put down his knife and fork. He looked at the delicious food on the plate with great regret.

He really can't eat... Especially when the opposite pair of eyes are staring at himself with almost murderous eyes.

At the other end of the long table, a dignified Countess raised her chest and closed her mouth. She was also indifferent to the delicacy in the plate - she seemed more interested in how to kill a dark haired wizard with her eyes or let him die in shame.

"Why, our Duke is not satisfied with the dishes tonight?" first, she snorted, and Charlotte said coldly, "I'm sorry, but if you could come on time, we would have had time to prepare again."

"No, no, no, I'm very satisfied with today's dish - beef stew in red wine. It's perfect!"

The black haired wizard hardened his head and said, "yes, why do we use such a... 'long' table? Aren't we tired of talking?"

The voice fell, and the black haired wizard with an awkward smile made a gesture between them - a huge long table. Almost one of them sat behind the front door and the other by the back door, separated by the whole restaurant.

This "special" dining table is made up of at least three long tables.

If it weren't for her excellent eyesight, Lauren could hardly see Charlotte's face across the long table!

"Of course, it's necessary. It's for your identity." Charlotte said solemnly: "usually the length of the table is because there are other guests, and today's dinner is only for the two of us."

"In other words, this is a test of each other's Etiquette - only by concentrating can we see each other's expression and hear what each other says."

Well, it's reasonable, convincing and right.

At the moment her voice fell, Loren was very sure that Charlotte's mouth turned up, and then tried hard to hold it back.

"Sorry, I was wrong this time." facing Charlotte's "prank", the black haired wizard resolutely chose to surrender with both hands: "please forgive my previous mistakes and all my mistakes in etiquette and keeping my promise in the future."

"Hum... It's almost the same. It's also a noble character to admit mistakes."

Charlotte, who succeeded, was a little proud: "when it comes to morality, I think you... Well, what do you mean by future mistakes? Do you still don't repent, or do you say... What do you want to do?!"

When the countess reacted, it was too late - the black haired wizard who picked up his chair and took up the dinner plate came towards her without saying a word.

The shocked Countess seemed completely stunned. Her stunned expression seemed to freeze. She just watched Lauren come straight.

"Pa!"

The chair and plate fell heavily at the same time. Charlotte trembled like a frightened rabbit and instinctively shrank back.

Looking at her like this, Loren was filled with emotion... The countess who had just met in the imperial capital a few years ago might have put a sword on her throat at this time.

Time is a wonderful thing.

"Nothing. Admit your mistake."

Lauren, who sat down calmly, leaned forward, looked seriously at Charlotte, who was very restrained and nervous, and tried hard to resist the impulse to laugh: "I think it's too insincere to apologize so far away from you. So I decided to come over and apologize in front of you."

"Well, as long as you accept my apology, how about I sit back - I promise."

"I, I..." Charlotte, who was frightened but tried to keep her reserve, was so disordered that she couldn't even speak completely; Finally, take a deep breath and try your best to avoid Lauren's eyes so that you won't lose your attitude:

"Dear Duke, I accept your apology - as a price, would you please sit back as soon as possible?"

But the dark haired wizard is still very patient, or... Interested in playing; The sudden discovery of Charlotte's weakness was like finding a new world for him.

"Well... I think it's just an apology, which can't reflect my sincerity." with a gentle smile, Loren shook his head in the eyes that almost really wanted to kill him: "be more sincere."

"I think you should sit back to your position as soon as possible and don't be found by others. Your rude performance is the greatest 'sincerity'." Charlotte, who tried hard to suppress the fire, smiled a little ferociously.

"Really? Then I'll be more sincere..."

"More sincere? What do you want... Huh?!"

Charlotte froze.

Like a frozen puppet, motionless; Only those slightly trembling eyes gradually looked down at themselves.

More accurately, in front of the mouth.

The black haired wizard who did not know when to fork up a piece of beef brisket sent it to the countess's mouth like a spring breeze; A narrow smile:

"If you eat it, I'll let you accept my apology."

The countess who finally reacted became angry with shame, and her red face was like a ripe apple; He was at a loss and just stared at the "mischievous" Duke.

But the shame of the dark haired wizard is obviously far more than she imagined.

"Loren Turin, you..."

"If you don't eat, I'll hold it all the time." the black haired wizard smiled more happily. This novel game made him a little unable to stop:

"Guess what they would think if someone suddenly broke in and saw this scene at this time?"

The countess froze... "Well, just like now." Lauren gradually restrained her smile: "that's why you're tied up in the face of little Joad; because you care too much about other people's opinions and my opinions."

"I did that because..."

"Because he's mine... So what?" Lauren looked up. "He made a mistake and crossed the line, he should be punished."

"If he dares to bully you, he will be killed."

Charlotte was stunned when she looked at Lauren's burning eyes; Then he sneered, with an expression of complete disbelief.

"That's nice to say, but in fact?" the countess snorted coldly: "he is a close confidant of the Duke, the most powerful assistant around him, and the money bag of the principality; as for me, what do I count as the Duke... One of the thirteen vassals?"

"Little Joad... He is a suspicious power minister, a schemer full of bad water, and a profiteer who has been defeated by me and will be defeated by me in the future." smiling Loren looked at her and shook his head solemnly:

"How can we compare with the Countess of red blood Castle who is noble and elegant, gorgeous, maneuvering on the table and holding the wisdom bead in the crowd?"

"The most important thing... Charlotte, you are my friend. This is something he can't compete with."

"Don't forget, your last name is Turin, and so am I."

The countess was silent and her mood gradually stabilized.

friend?

The wandering mind brought Charlotte's memory back to the morning three years ago.

Three years... Even after three years, I still can't understand the "truth" said by Loren Turin, and everything is still unreal and unpredictable.

Can he and himself be the second repetition of history; Do you really... Want to play the role of "Charlotte" again?

At this moment

"Alas!"

One hand suddenly pressed Charlotte's shoulder. The returning countess looked at the expression of the black haired wizard in amazement - the nervous Loren narrowed her eyes, half fell at the table, and her right hand had pressed the "bright silver" hilt in the back of her waist.

Half a second later, the countess immediately understood the situation.

"Someone?"

"HMM." Lauren, who tightened his body, stared at the direction of the gate:

"We... Have guests."

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"Hoo --!"

Outside the main gate of the red blood Castle palace, the new demon hunter standing guard yawned tired and looked up at the full moon above his head, with a helpless expression.

He knew how rare it was to stand guard for the Duke, and how glorious it would add to his resume, but

"It's really... Not what I want."

The complaining recruits muttered and sighed bored.

Carl Colin looked at him silently and didn't say much.

The battle of cloud peak was clearly a few months ago; Martin, a recruit, was still remembered for his tragic death at the hands of the apostles of evil gods.

I really don't want to see it for the second time.

But I won't see it again - next, I will be dispatched by Lucian to the ancient wood forest and hide in the deep forest castle to guard against the invasion of Azores. Such a task can't be handed over to recruits.

Of course, he can understand captain Lucian's real idea - this kind of work, which is extremely risky and difficult to complete, can hardly be handed over to a "double agent" and capable guy like himself.

So just after tonight, I can say goodbye to these hot-blooded, simple and stubborn guys forever.

After tonight

"Poof!"

A faint, almost undetectable sound startled the demon hunter's instinct.

There was a chill behind his neck, and the alert Carl Colin did not move, only his eyes tilted slightly and moved to his side bit by bit.

The eyes trembled slightly, and the pupil of the demon hunter contracted suddenly.

The recruit... The recruit who can't even name himself up to now... Is looking at himself with fear on his face, and his eyes are panic and uneasy; But his body stood still and didn't even move.

His mouth opened, but he didn't say a word;

The next second, the recruit who wanted to say something finally failed to tell him what he wanted to say.

Because his head is missing.

No, it's not missing... Because the demon hunter clearly heard the sound of things falling on the ground and the touch from his toes.

Gulu Gulu, rolled to his feet.

No gushing plasma, no creepy convulsions; The "corpse" of the recruits seemed to suddenly "fall asleep" and collapsed to the ground without any movement.

It seems that the recruit is no longer a living person, but a colonnade, a sculpture, an ornament... A girl with a childlike heart and a doll with a broken head.

Behind him, a petite figure appeared.

Long hair as white as snow, simple and thin narrow robe; Hold the scabbard in your left hand and the long knife in your right hand; Beside her sharp little ears, bright red silk blocked her eyes.

Unable to see her eyes and no expression... The cold elf girl gently raised the blade and slowly put it into the scabbard.

"And... Cut some meaningless things."