Shaman from Afar

"I need time to think about it."

After hesitating for a while, the dark-haired wizard did not give an answer but made a compromise decision.

"Yes, I will give you one night." Festno did not object, and gently shook the small brass bell on the table: "I will invite you to rest here tonight. I have asked them to prepare dinner for you. Now. "

"You are too kind." Loren thanked "sincerely".

The door was pushed open, and a cane carrying a dinner plate helped the gangster in. After putting it down respectfully, he left behind the room after Festno.

"I hope you have a good time here tonight, His Excellency Ain Rand." Van Sternuppi outside the door nodded slightly with a smile: "In addition, I need your reply tomorrow morning."

"Of course." Luo Ethics replied with a smile. It wasn't until the door closed again that the opponent's footsteps drifted away, the smile on his face gradually became cold, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Although the sound is very light, you can still hear the footsteps looming from the floor. There should be a lot of people ambushing around this room, but they are some distance away from them, and there is no guy who is behind the wall eavesdropping on himself.

Because he is a wizard, he is worried about what precautions he will take; or does he simply feel that he has grasped himself and does not worry that he will oppose it?

Shaking his head with a sneer, the dark-haired wizard walked aside and pushed open the window of the room, only to find that there was nothing empty outside. Loren looked down subconsciously, but found that a teenager had already sat in his place, picked up the knife and fork and began to eat.

"Well ... although this place is tattered, I didn't expect the food to be quite good, there are wine and ribs."

In a little dress, Asriel, who was wearing a napkin, wobbled the wine glass in his hand, letting the fuchsia wine sway in the glass , It ’s really nostalgic. "

Last time you drank wine? Loren narrowed his eyes. This guy's body is a vampire. The ordinary food in his mouth is no different from sand mud, that is to say ...

"Dear Loren, don't show that kind of expression that you guessed." The **** pupil opened slightly, and the teenager's delicate face smiled with amusement: "I just felt a little bit emotional-as a wizard, you It's too shabby to live. "

"That's really sorry, the hospitality has always been poor!"

The green muscles on his forehead almost jumped out, and the dark-haired wizard sat staring across from the teenager, and was stopped by Asriel before touching the hip flask. He said without lifting his head:

"Don't touch it, it's poisoned."

Loren's expression became serious again, listening to the movement outside the room with his ears, his footsteps seemed to start to become a little disordered, but did not mean to approach the door.

"It's not a deadly poison, but it may make you have intermittent paralysis of hands and feet, or a severe cough." Chewing **** the ribs in the mouth, the teenager carefully "taste": "There seems to be some special The taste is probably the symptom of migraine. "

Obviously, Festno is not unprepared for himself-is there a more dangerous situation for a caster than a migraine?

The casting of high-level spells is a very rigorous and dangerous process, even a slight mistake can fail the casting, and the end is fatal!

"Thinking about me everywhere, it's really hard for this Mr. Festno."

Sighing softly, there was a sneer sneer on Loren's face.

"It seems that even he himself is not a small character." The teenager said with a sip of wine and an intoxicated expression. "Although it is very weak, there are indeed traces of void power on his body."

It's not certain what exactly it is, but he should have some kind of alchemy props in his hand, maybe not inferior to your "bright silver"-of course, it may be a very special magic spell.

After clarifying these, are you still planning to accept his conditions? It may be a trap! "

"It's not possible. It was a trap from the beginning." Loren shook his head, his expression like he was thinking: "He knows that I am looking for Isaac, so he will give me a reason to come-the world is not There will be a good thing about losing the pie, and it is impossible to simply do it like doing business. "

"Are you going to promise him?" Asriel froze, looking at him inexplicably: "This is too risky, dear Loren, this is not your style."

"No, if I don't know what he intends to do, it's called adventure."

The dark-haired wizard shook his head: "But since he has guessed his next plan, then the risk is non-existent-not to mention, this Lord Festno is very valuable, why should he let it go now? "

Since coming to Ebden, he has always been in a state of black eyes. There are no reliable, or absolutely trustworthy sources-Ariel Corona, Birdler, Festno ... All those who help themselves are either ulterior motives, or ready to pit themselves.

The only thing that can be trusted a little is only the master "Grandpa Zeng" Robert Freswalk, but the old man does not seem to be willing to intervene in his own affairs. If he seeks help actively, he will probably be rejected.

What Loren needs most urgently now is an adequate source of intelligence, an organization that can help him inquire about information and collect intelligence-for now, there is no more suitable object than the crutches.

If you can successfully conquer the crutches, you can get a sufficiently strong source of information in the south of Ebdon, even a stable source of money, and a base that can hide yourself.

"Conquer the cane gang?" The teenager's expression seemed to hear something interesting: "Are you going to be a gangster ... this is still your style."

"No, I think we can do more interesting things." Loren laughed a lot: "We can try to support a guy and make him the leader of the crutches-since I want to be a bad guy, I prefer the backstage. which type."

"Oh ... really confident." Asriel shrugged her shoulders, "pretended to be mature" with a smile and sighed: "Mr. Festno is still alive, what are you going to do? Dispose of his property-don't you worry about being killed by him? "

"Then I will give him a little more confidence, so that he can be stable."

As he said, Loren picked up the dish that was already disheveled and walked over to knock on the door lightly.

............ "Boss Festno, the wizard ate all the dinner!"

Sneaking into the room quietly, a smiley dog's leg said to Faustnor sitting at the window smoking a pipe: "It's really a little left, and I ate everything."

"Then did he react?"

Faustnor's obscene face is very indifferent, his eyes hidden in the smoky smoke: "For example, it is mentioned that ... the taste is something wrong."

"No, not at all!"

Looking at the dog ’s eager expression ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Van Sternau who got the answer narrowed his eyes, and the natural caution made him a little hesitant-whether his own trick was seen, or is this wizard Not as cunning as you think?

No, this is not enough insurance, you must make sure that everything is safe.

"Go tell the fool of the Tongpan Tuan, let him send a few more people, and let our people mix in too-make sure that there will not be any mistakes, and what we have to deal with, even those" adults "will feel Tricky guys, any caution is necessary! "

"Well, what if it fails?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the dog legs could not wait to slap themselves at once—how could this be Van sternau ’s plan to fail? !

"The world is unpredictable, indeed ... we may also miss."

Van stenau's tone was not angry at all, but instead showed a very mysterious smile: "What if it fails? That's very simple-we just abandon the 'adult', and then with Ein Rand Your cooperation is enough. "