Chapter 258
"Dear Loren, don’t you really believe what he said?"
A young man lying behind his desk with his cheek As if guessing when Loren would return to the house, he appeared in the room as soon as he opened the door, and his eyes like a vast clear spring seem to have several points of innocent tears:
"Would you rather believe in an outsider who has only met for a few days than in your closest friend? Do you really feel that the sincere, kind Asriel will carry you and an old man, to Chapter 174-I mean, what is the weird relationship between old fogey, who hasn't appeared yet?!"
"...Of course, if this'close friend' never To be honest, or... the complete truth." The black hair wizard, who was not touched by the other's acting skills, shrugged as expected:
"even more how Peter is also my friend, then I have any reason not to Believe it?"
"I'm jealous!"
Loren couldn't help rolling the eyes-it seems that after the Mezca incident, this guy became a little bit It's not quite right, and the image of the polite boy in the legend... is becoming more and more different.
"People always change..." The corner of the complexion pale boy's mouth evokes a chuckle: "Whether it is polite or good-looking, it's just a tool to win the trust of strangers— —Dear Loren, you should be very experienced in this."
"Indeed." The black hair wizard sneered and looked towards him: "Let me change my words, just like the last time I was in ancient The same as Mezca in the woods...
How much can you tell me about the nine-pointed star holy grail?"
"Dear Loren, you must tell before that I'm one thing." The vampire boy's eyes shone with a strange luster:
"Do you want to get it for yourself, or for others?"
Loren squinted slightly The eyes were silent but the corners of the mouth were slowly raised.
"Very well, it seems that we need to continue talking." The boy's face once again showed a modest and reserved smile, but there was a little more greed in his expression: "Since you really If you want it, then I will do my best."
"I guess your help...should not be free?" Loren's expression still hasn't changed much, as if looking at a cunning Yes, a fox who is ready to bargain with himself.
"How can you say that, shouldn’t it be right for friends to help each other?"
Asriel laughed and playfully: "Of course, when Asriel needs help, dear Loren, you won’t stand by, right?"
"When the Holy Grail appears, I will tell you its specific location, and I will also remove obstacles on the road for you, no matter what it is. Who is the guy in front!"
Even now, Loren still can’t absolutely believe in Asriel-there is not much reason, just because his uncertainty is so high that it will reach the next second. Betraying oneself will not make Loren have the slightest suspicion.
So how much credibility what he said needs to be determined after careful screening; of course, what anyone says may be only a part of the facts, or intentionally or unintentionally, they will always Conceal part of it.
After all, this is human nature.
"It's still the question, about the Holy Grail...how much can you tell me?"
"About this, Asriel thinks it's better for Loren to see it in person." Delicate face A faint smile flashed, and the boy's scarlet eyes became more and more mysterious:
"The premise is that you...are you ready to...know the'truth'?"
............ "Are you ready?"
The voice filled with worry and inquiries softly interrupted Loren's contemplation, before he noticed the little wizard who suddenly appeared behind him.
The black wizard robe was replaced with a coverall and a set of leather armor-even arm armor, elbow pads, knee pads, battle skirts... all are available, and the key parts are connected by fine chain armor. , Slightly improved protection without adding too much weight, the thick linen hood hides her entire little head inside.
Although it is still a little thin, but equally capable, the blonde hair tied into a ponytail sticks out from the right side of the brim, and is decorated with simple but close-fitting armor like shoulder ornaments.
The little wizard is carrying a brand new Lothar falcon bow behind his back. The most indispensable thing in the night watchman’s stronghold is all kinds of weapons, and places like Eboden don’t have to buy them if they have money. Things that can't be seen; lightweight crossbows and quiveres are hung on both sides of the waist, and the belts on the shoulders are stuffed with large and small potion bottles, and they are all carefully labeled.
Plus the "sorcerer" on the left hand-now Ayn Rand is a fully armed night watchman assassin!
"This is a very novel design that the gentleman named Edward lent to me!" The little wizard who noticed Loren's gaze raised his left hand: "It is indeed Eboden, this kind of'magic wand' I'm already beyond the concept of the'magic wand'!"
In amazement, Ai Yin didn't forget to take a peek at Loren. She remembered that Loren had a "magic wand" that was exactly the same long ago, which seemed to be given to him by the Dalton instructor. his.
Is it because of this reason that he was blackmailed by these people?
But Ayin is Ayin, neither Isaac nor Liya. After all, she didn't speak, she just kept her doubts and worries in her heart, and forced a smile to make others feel at ease.
"It fits!" Loren nodded, who also had a smile on his face, was serious as if he was a little curious: "When did you learn to archery, I guess Mr. Dalton doesn't know?"
The little wizard is very proud of his small chest and put his hands on his waist: "Lotaire's archery skills are well known all over the world, especially Eagle Hunter and Deep Forest!"
“Don’t forget, I’m from Deep Limburg. The Rand family is obliged to provide seventy archers for count. Hunting and archery are things to learn from an early age!”
Look at the black hair wizard With that joking look, Ai Yin, with his slightly shaggy cheeks turned away a little shyly: "Let’s get out now, others must have been waiting."
"That’s right, I can’t make them wait.” Loren made an exaggerated gesture: “If you make them misunderstand again, then it will be troublesome!”
Before the little wizard could react, Loren had already taken the lead. Leave in one step and close the door easily-this is very important, otherwise it is not some stupid alchemist who is waiting for him, but a genuine, blown-up lion:
"Loren · Torino, You actually made this kind of joke——!!!"
……………………at the end of Xicheng District, looking at the Chengnan Street, which is almost in ruins on the opposite side, there is only one left A dozen shiver coldly patrolling guards on the broken wall of the blockade. Loren, who sighed then said, turned around, holding a new bottle of rye in his hand.
Standing behind him are the morning star war dancers from the ancient wood forest, the alchemist from Deep Limburg, the night watchman from the gutter alleys and the port area...Of course, there is also a hiding place. Lothar Evil God in the shadows.
These are all he can recruit, and all the friends who can willingly step into this hell-like place with him are people who are truly worthy of entrusting their lives.
Of course, a certain young Evil God is still open for discussion.
Not only are the black hair wizards, their expressions are also serious, but they don’t see a trace of fear, they are holding the sharp blade and lance in their hands tightly, waiting for the black hair wizard to say That order.
His eyes gradually brightened and sharp, like a hunter preparing to step into the jungle.
They know that they can't look back after this step; but they are still determined and believe in themselves wholeheartedly.
And I must not let them down.
The black hair wizard finally made up his mind and raised the bottle in his hand: "There is a very old tradition in my hometown..."
"Okay! The same thing It’s not so numb?"
Freowned Liya strode up, and Loren, who was robbed, was gone before he even opened his mouth.
Holdly bit off the cork, the female elf raised her neck and poured it down. She drank the whole bottle of rye in front of everyone, and the delicate earthenware bottle was smashed to pieces on the ground.
p>Lightly relieved, Liya turned her head and stared at a pair of murderous eyes, and shook the lance in her hand vigorously:
"Go!"