Chapter 999

"Although he hasn't spoken yet, poor Asriel can see that dear Loren doesn't welcome people very much."

Smiling and sitting on the laboratory table, the blonde shook his calf and said in a "broken heart" tone: "is it because of this lovely little girlfriend?"

The dark haired wizard ignored him.

The expressionless Loren picked up the "unconscious" little wizard, walked to the bed, carefully laid her down, took a thin blanket from one side and covered it.

"Or... Not a cute little girlfriend." with a sly smile, Asriel "flashed" on the side of the black haired wizard, with lazy elegance in the corners of his mouth:

"But little girlfriends..."

"You have a lot of nonsense today."

Coldly interrupted his words, and the black haired wizard turned his eyes: "don't you think you should explain other things before talking nonsense?"

"No, no, no, now for Asriel, Loren's love life is more important." a particularly bright smile appeared on the blonde's face:

"Very hesitant and tangled, right? But in fact, it doesn't have to be so tangled, because only..."

Pop!

The white and fragile neck was pinched by the caster's left hand, like an iron pliers, and even the delicate "click" sound of broken neck bones could be heard.

"If it makes dear Lauren feel better, please just do it."

The scarlet pupils twinkled, and Asriel, who was pinched by his throat, was pale and tender:

"Break your neck, break your limbs, cut open your chest, dig out your eyes, pull out your tongue... You're welcome. Asriel can scream if necessary, any tone of voice."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the black haired wizard pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"Asriel... Knows what Lauren is feeling, and always knows." Mingming is still strangled by his neck, and the blonde still says:

"Being concealed, fooled and bewitched... This' anger 'that can only be understood by intelligent life is far beyond the stimulation brought by practical harm."

"But... Asriel still hopes that Loren can continue to trust me, because the consequences of knowing the truth in advance are too heavy and dangerous - Asriel, we must do everything possible to avoid this danger and protect dear Loren from the truth."

"Excuse me, what truth can I know now?" Loren said word by word, "for example... The silver dragon Enzo of Jufeng mountain."

"You knew I would go to Jufeng mountain?"

"I don't know, but Asriel knows one thing, that is, dear Loren will meet him sooner or later; and the last dragon thousands of years ago will never miss any chance of revenge and counterattack."

Revenge?

The silver dragon Enzo should represent the interests of the royal family of the Dragon Kingdom, but this war to destroy the country is almost promoted by these royal families in order to destroy wizards

So there's something else behind this?

Shaking his head, Asriel's eyes were innocent: "he can see that there are my marks on Lauren and Lucian, so there is no need to say a lot."

"Lauren just needs to meet him, and the big guy will naturally understand what to do next - after all, we are his last chance."

"Last chance?"

"That's right - Logan, Roland, Loren... Dear Loren, you are the third and last person with this power to end all this."

"If you fail, the future of the world is really dark."

complete darkness?

This is the first time he has used this word, but it doesn't mean that Loren really believes it.

"So... I'm the third to stand up against the black cross serliol, and maybe the last?"

"Maybe not." the eyelashes trembled slightly, and the young man's Scarlet eyes were very sincere: "it's the last one."

"Dear Loren, what we have to do is not only to defeat serliol, but to end everything."

"Really, that's a pleasure." Lauren sneered, "why... In other words, why do you make me believe what you say?"

Asriel smiled, with a hint of mystery in his soft smile.

"It is because of the courage and wisdom shown in this language that poor Asriel is so fascinated by Loren." his scarlet eyes twinkle, and the boy licked his bloodless lips endlessly:

"You have found the key to the problem, but you are still trying to get more truth out of my mouth... Trying to take off my guard and divert my attention - because poor Asriel always wants Loren to believe the sincerity of others."

The dark haired wizard looked indifferent, neither admitting nor denying.

"But as in the past, poor Asriel can't continue to tell Loren more - what Loren already knows is dangerous enough."

Squinting his eyes, Asriel said, "the only thing people can do is to affirm Lauren's current idea."

"Yes, everything is as you imagined, Loren. This is a war, a war that has lasted for a long time."

"Logan thirteen generations ago, the black Duke three generations ago... There are constantly unwilling to be destroyed, trying to break their destiny again and again, using all kinds of methods they can imagine, and then..."

"... lost completely."

Slightly stunned, Loren loosened the left hand that clamped the blonde boy's neck.

"Of course, there are also some guys who have accepted their fate, begging for a place in the future world; or stupid enough to have no idea of resistance and act purely by instinct... In the face of such a war with no hope at all, there can be no deserters."

"Logan in the hat struggled all his life and did nothing except inherit the wizard again in the end;"

"Roland Turin, the black Duke, and Brunhild, the goddess of martial arts, did their best in exchange for the destruction of one form and spirit and the sealing of the other in the church;"

"We look at one failure after another, one after another to summon up the courage to stand up, and finally we can only fall powerlessly... Pessimism and despair almost let us give up."

"Time means nothing to us. If necessary, it doesn't matter if the war will last for thousands of years, but the fact is that every failure makes our enemies stronger, makes us more helpless and lose more strength."

Gently stroking the Le mark on his neck, the blonde boy sighed with emotion.

"Then... It's my turn, isn't it?"

Adjusting his mood, Lauren said expressionless.

"No matter how many years, dear Loren... The day we met you was the happiest day for Asriel." a smile came out of the corners of his mouth, and cunning twinkled in the boy's Scarlet eyes:

"When poor Asriel was about to give up, he brought the last hope."

"Hope?" the dark haired wizard sneered, "you might as well say cannon fodder is more suitable."

"Absolutely not! Only you have the chance to end all this and let the future of the world have such a glimmer of visible light." Asriel opened his eyes slightly, with an undisguised sincerity in his eyes:

"It is because you are too important and because of the lessons learned from the past that Asriel dare not tell you everything - if he fails again, even the last glimmer of hope will leave us!"

Lauren heard this sentence from him countless times, and only this time did he believe it a little.

"So... I still have no right to know what to do?"

The dark haired wizard raised his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, but it's the case at present." the scarlet pupil gently stared at Loren's expression, and Asriel said faintly: "this is a war that has lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years and will determine the future destiny. Any omission will lead to disastrous defeat, and any mistake will lead to our final defeat."

"And we... Can't lose again."

Loren didn't speak, his eyes twinkled.

Who are we and who are the enemy - he still didn't make it clear.

But Loren can already guess something.

"You said that all friendships between friends are mutually beneficial."

The dark haired wizard, who was silent for a while, spoke softly.

Asriel smiled and nodded very firmly.

"Since I helped you, you will help me..." staring at the young man's Scarlet eyes, Loren said in a deep voice: "if I win this war... Which determines the future destiny for you, what can you give me in return?"

The next second, Asriel smiled as if he had been prepared.

"Dear Loren, if we can really win..."

Looking at the Obsidian eyes, the young man's tone is very soothing, and every word and syllable is very clear:

"I'll give you what you've always wanted but haven't been able to get."

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He gently opened the door, and Lucian, who had been guarding outside the house, immediately turned back: "how's the situation, he... She, are you in a better mood?"

"It's all right." the black haired wizard sighed and waved to the worried gray pupil boy: "Ai Yin is much stronger than we thought. It's not enough to have an accident once stimulated."

When he said this, Loren didn't know whether he was comforting Lucian or himself.

But now the real trouble is not ayin and Charlotte, but more than 300 nobles from all directions and thousands of outsiders participating in the ceremony.

That's the worst.

Charlotte has released the news that if the "wedding" cannot be held as scheduled, the consequences will be unimaginable - the reputation of the Turin family will plummet, and outsiders may not care too much, but the Baines will be completely disappointed, especially the cavalry regiment led by the count of red blood castle.

Is it hard to come true to have a play of "on the wedding day, the man runs away from marriage"?

An old bridge flashed through Loren's mind and quickly threw it out.

Too old-fashioned, too hard - this is fantasy literature, not romantic drama.

More importantly, he could not imagine that women would be jealous for themselves; Or further, they become their own "wings"

That's the treatment of "real hero".

The little wizard and Charlotte can't fight and fight for their own life; Join hands to kill themselves, and then they are more likely to fall in love.

No way, who makes the protagonist of this novel not himself.

Like abandoning himself, the dark haired wizard sighed.

"Have you decided?"

Asked Lucian tentatively.

"Decide what?"

"Decide... Which one?" the grey pupil said with a natural expression: "you are Duke Byrne. You must be getting married, right - who is it, Charlotte or Ayn?"

"Isaac told me that you gave him and Ayn a promise, but now Charlotte forced the door again, so..."

"Wait, wait..."

He hurriedly interrupted the grey pupil boy's words, and Lauren, who was full of black lines, took a deep breath: "listen, Lucian, it's right that you are willing to care about your friends, but this time it has nothing to do with you and Isaac - it's enough for you to ensure that the secrets about Ayn can't be known by outsiders."

"In addition... Children, don't ask adults about things. Just take care of yourself!"

"Yes..."

With a wronged face, Lucian silently lowered his head and disdained his lips.

Loren turned his head and chose to ignore.

"One more thing."

As if he suddenly remembered it, the grey pupil boy quickly said, "bishop Weber of Byrne Cathedral asks you to go and discuss some rituals at the wedding."

"However, the priest he sent to deliver the letter secretly told me that it was just a cover - the deacon of the church from the imperial capital, and some people secretly contacted him in the hope of attacking you while taking advantage of the Dragon incident; and asked Bain to follow the orders of the imperial church and implement the newly enacted wizard Restriction Act."

"Bishop Weber wants to communicate with you and see what we can do to solve this matter without offending the church and the heavenly palace too much."

This is really a problem.

On the one hand, it is impossible for Byrne to ignore the order of the heavenly palace, but if it is really carried out, it will completely chill Byrne's wizards; But if we don't implement it and don't talk about the actions of the church, how to explain it to the devout believers in Bain is a trouble.

On the other hand, the next war will also rely on Weber's strength - if the Byrne church can stand up and encourage the Byrne people, Loren can concentrate more materials and troops to win the next war.

"I see."

Frowning, the black haired wizard gradually dignified his expression: "tell him I'll meet him in church tomorrow."

Lucian nodded solemnly to show understanding.

"Oh, by the way, one more thing."

Just before the dark haired wizard turned and left, the grey pupil boy shouted to him again: "Weber already knew about ayin's identity - Bishop Weber was walking there when Isaac broke into the conference room, so... You'd better be prepared..."

"... he may ask the same questions as me."

"..." Loren Turin.