Shaman from Afar

When night falls, the fiery sun sinks into the earth without a sound, and the Haoyue in the stars and flying snow hangs high above the sky; there has been a hustle and bustle of a red blood castle during the day, and there is still no plan to be silent, joy and joy Every street is still flooded.

Banquets, banquets, banquets ... There is probably no second nation in the world who likes banquets more than the Bayerns! The farmers in the country are at least once a month, and the nobles want to be there every day.

Luxury is like hospitality at the Red Blood Fort, from a tangy aroma of red wine stewed beef to a spicy and delicious red blood wine; simple as a large and small family feast in a town outside the city walls, lighting oil lamps and The torches support the tables and chairs, the charcoal grilled pig's trotters and the hungry black bread, accompanied by the fresh wine made by the earth, are just as refreshing.

Considering that many foreign guests may not understand Baien ’s “banquet customs”, Charlotte even put long banquet tables in the large and small squares and main streets of the city, which were filled with food and Wine, anyone can enjoy.

From the Red Blood Palace to the outermost part of the town, countless people flowed at the end of the streets illuminated by fire and lights. During the day, the market not only did not disperse, but was more lively.

In the market, on the side of the road, in the hands of pedestrians, outside the door of the shop, through the windows ... flashing in the heavy snow, like the reflection of the Milky Way.

No ruler can see such a city, it is impossible to suppress the surging passion-sitting in such a prosperous city means an elite army, means sufficient taxes, means strong enemies no matter what, as long as the male city In your hand, you are invincible!

However, as the "master" of the city, the dark-haired wizard at this moment did not feel any pride, but stood very anxiously on the main altar of the Bain Cathedral, alone.

During the day, the extraordinary Byrne Cathedral was so lively. At this moment, there was no one in sight.

This is of course, the banquet started, everyone went to the Red Blood Castle palace, if it was okay, how could someone come here specially?

but……

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound, like the friction of high-heeled shoes colliding with the blue stone slab, somehow caused the black-haired wizard Hanmao to stand up.

The dark-haired wizard, who was full of excitement, turned back suddenly, and a familiar figure appeared in front of the church door; by the light outside the door, a long shadow was dragged in the dark church, so that Loren could not see Clear her face.

"Summer, Charlotte?"

The expression was very calm, and some flustered black wizard asked tentatively.

"Ok……"

With a languid arrogance, the countess threw it away, and the delicate wine glass fell to the ground.

Loren shivered again.

At a drunken pace, Charlotte stepped up from the gate to the dark-haired wizard step by step; if Loren could still keep a little calm at this time, he could perceive Charlotte to follow the day Shi Lina's speed and appearance came on the red carpet on the "non-existent" floor.

It's a pity that Loren is flustered now.

Especially flustered.

Because according to what the priest said before, at least Weber, Charlotte, and Ain should appear here, plus a total of four people.

But now, four people have been reduced to two.

"you've been drinking?"

Loren asked tentatively.

"Yes, I certainly drink alcohol-today is a banquet, and the banquet should be a drink!"

Really walked in, and Loren found out that Charlotte in front of him was already full of alcohol, and the faint pink extended from the cheeks, and the ears and brows were stained with blush.

Loren suddenly thought of Charlotte's drunk scene before, and shrank back instinctively.

"Where are you going?"

Charlotte shouted immediately.

"Go nowhere!"

"Then why do you hide backwards, not allowed to hide ..." Only two words, the staggering countess revealed the essence of drunkenness:

"Hide ... just want to run!"

Well, Loren now wants to run more.

"You, you ... you you you you ..." Shaky, Charlotte used a very "awkward" tone, drunken right pointed at the black-haired wizard, and asked: "Why don't you ask ... don't ask Ain With Webber ... where did they go ?! "

"I ... should I ask?"

"Ask! Must ask!"

"Okay ..." Loren moved back a little bit, and Loren twitched his throat. "Where have they gone?"

"Who?" Charlotte asked deliberately.

"Ayin and Webb." Loren forced the urge to roll his eyes.

"Hehe hehe ... hey hey hey ..." Charlotte, who was flushed, showed a very conspiracy smile that was very unmatched with her: "That little priest, I asked Charles to explain to him, the time was changed Tomorrow morning; as for Ain ... "

"I ... drunk her."

Ok? !

"Look at your nervousness, worry!" Leng hummed, Charlotte glanced at Lorren: "Relax, she has been helped by Lena to sleep in the room-only two bottles drunk, Lotel The amount of wine is really bad! "

With a twitch in his mouth, Loren dared not say a word.

"So, my dear Duke of Byrne Loren Turin, guess what ..." Charlotte pressed tightly, approaching little by little: "I am so deliberate, trying to find a way to be alone with you Opportunity……"

"What is it for?"

"I ... uh ... don't know."

Loren smiled stiffly: "Should you tell me?"

Damn, there is no way behind!

Stretching out his hand, the statue of Holy Cross is behind him, and in front of him is the Countess with a "smiling smile" on the corner of her mouth.

"I tell you? Very good ..." Charlotte smiled, his expression suddenly changed: "I think action is more direct than words!"

As soon as the words fell, the Countess, who was shocked, looked like a lioness suddenly awakening, and rushed straight!

Perhaps it was because of drunkenness, or more likely because the master of the Torino family, Miss Charlotte Turin did not have the "rocket head" skill in the knight training, so there is no surprise ...

She crashed.

"Boom!"

Grabbing in the last second, Loren had no choice but to take the initiative to greet him, and firmly took over Charlotte; of course, the price was also a head hammer on his chest.

Together with inertia and impact, the two fell together under the holy cross statue.

Snapped!

Before Loren had time to get up, the drunk Charlotte held his chest and thighs and pressed the dark-haired wizard under him.

"No movement!"

She didn't need her to sneer at all, and Loren didn't have the idea of ​​getting up at all. She was really immobile-just now she was entangled with her like an octopus. Move a little more than "tighter" Won't help.

The distance between the two was so close that Loren could hear her strong, determined heartbeat; smelling the perfume on her, and the alcohol mixed with it.

"I know ..." Charlotte, drunk, whispered in a half-sleep and awake tone, but looked firmly at Loren: "All he said ... all true."

"The messenger of the church ... Deacon Hilvik, what he said is true, everything is true-you are a fake Turin."

Loren shocked!

He almost instinctively wanted to get up, and then Charlotte pressed it back with more determined strength.

"Dalton Kant ... he didn't hide me at all when he made this plan." With his eyes glowing, he looked at Loren with his eyes:

"I saw the evidence with my own eyes. Guyo Turin died in Arles. Leonardo Turin, who was drunk and dreamed of death, did not want to go back to Bain, so he went to Lotaire."

"... As for Guyo Turin, he may actually have a son; but even if he does, I am afraid he is no longer in this world."

"... You met Leonardo about the third month after he arrived in Lotaire ... Two years later he died in a place called Wild Dog Village, so you went to Wimpar College ..."

"... So, you changed from Loren ... to Loren Turin ..."

Loren, motionless, kept watching Charlotte's expression.

"Don't worry, Lord Duke, your mentor didn't betray you-he did this, let me make a choice." Intermittently, Charlotte's voice was calmer: "Whether to choose you or Turin."

"Hehehe ... It's weird, I'm also very weird, I chose you ..." In a low hum, with a strong self-deprecation: "I struggled almost all my life for Turin, but I gave up because I was alone Now. "

"But ah, I don't feel any pain, sadness-I don't know why, but I know I'm not sad, as if this is what I want, I feel ... feel ... free ... ''

"I ... don't have any sense of emptyness caused by the loss, but I am relieved ... like from a certain curse ... relieved ..."

Charlotte murmured in a low voice.

A drop of crystal shone across her cheek.

"Lorren, I don't know what you want to do ... but I know that you and the Black Duke are the same kind of people, and you are carrying some things that do not belong to you, but you are urging you to do it; Compared with what you have to do, the survival of the Turin family is hardly worth mentioning ... "

"But ah, Turin ... She is still my family, still everything I have to fight for. I can't just watch her dissipate from this world for any reason, I can't do it;"

"When I can understand all this, I know the options left to me, I am afraid there is only the last one left-that is, to tie the rise and fall of the Turin family to you."

Charlotte shivered and raised her eyelashes up and down: "Even if you are not Torino, you must be Torino-you are Loren Turin, the Lord of Turin, the Lord of Byron."

"You ... are our cavalier king, my cavalier king!"

Twitching his throat, Loren tried to free his hand.

"Snapped!"

With a crunch, his right hand was caught by Charlotte like a crab to escape.

"What do you want to do?!"

Charlotte, who had just been in a trance, immediately recovered from drunkenness, but was extremely alert.

"No, nothing ..."

"Do you want to run away?"

"No, no ... don't dare ..."

Loren shook his head immediately and decisively, without the majesty of the "Knight King".

Of course, the premise is that this thing really existed.

"Duke Loren, Turin, Lord Cavalier ..." Blurred eyes, Charlotte's dazed expression squeezed Loren under him, making him unable to move:

"For you, I gave up the position of the head of Turin. I promised you not to have a formal wedding. I am willing to stand with you under the statue of Holy Cross with Ain and accept the blessing ..."

"I gave up so much, sacrificed so much, don't you think ... should I be compensated a little?"

Between the words, Charlotte's tone was a little bit weird and wronged.

"Should be, must be!"

Loren nodded, but suddenly realized something was wrong: "So, that ... what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing ... I opened everyone, and emptied the cathedral, and I spent so many twists and turns ..." Charlotte murmured playfully, laughing.

"What do you say?"

Ok? !

Loren was frightened.

He suddenly remembered Charlotte's expression when he was drunk. It was almost impossible to say anything. It was definitely not as clear-cut as it is now, blocking him to the point of being speechless.

Sure enough ... when I raised my head again, I saw the countess sneering sneeringly, bit by bit, to himself, pressed by death, on the statue of Holy Cross behind him.

The light outside the door illuminated the holy cross statue above the two, but the dark shadow completely enveloped the dark-haired wizard.

Feeling the icy, holy cross statue behind him, and the tangy fragrance in front of him, Loren suddenly had the illusion of "nowhere to go" ...

"Charlotte, that ... otherwise, you calm down first, I think we might be so ..."

"Calm? I've worked hard to make a good situation. You calmed me down ..." Sneering, Charlotte took off the troublesome headdress and squeezed the black wizard's throat with his right hand:

"My prince, didn't you find that you have nowhere to go-you just shouted your throat, and no one will come to save you!"

"Not to mention ... dare you?"

"..." Loren Turin.

Charlotte smiled more proudly when he didn't speak.

The next second ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Charlotte, who opened his collar, hurriedly embraced the dark-haired wizard in his arms, as if he was trying to make him and himself into one-just like during the day Isaac hugged Lena like that.

Although he hasn't spoken, it does not mean that Charlotte will not be jealous.

Feeling the slightly trembling body, the black-haired witch stiffened, struggling to get up.

"What are you doing ?!"

Charlotte was quite alert.

"I ... I'll close the door."

"No need, no one will come at this time!"

"Then you should ... I should let me take off my clothes?"

"That's even more unnecessary ..." The drunken girl, with a strong smile in her tone, still has the momentum:

"Tonight, you lie here motionless!"