Chapter 209
Am I damn crazy? I must be crazy!
In a corner of the Silver Hall, Peter Fasar, who was hiding behind the door, was panting, his sweaty face was a bit trance, as if he was being given something terrifying. Stared at it.
Looking around, the young wizard was relieved after carefully confirming that there was no silhouette around, widening his round eyes, cautiously like a stray dog "running away from home".
In the quiet corridor, Peter can even hear his own gasp and heartbeat. The noisy sound came from the banquet hall. The sound was far away as if it came from another world. This illusion made him Also relax a lot.
At least get rid of that person, right?
The young wizard guessed very uncertainly that the impression of a certain dark-haired guy was so deep that he couldn't believe him.
But isn’t this weird? Peter Fasa, who had calmed down, was suddenly puzzled. The self just now came out of instinct, subconsciously wanting to escape. But looking back now, what is the point of this?
"I...Why should I run?"
Suddenly confused Peter's expression tangled, and he started talking to himself involuntarily.
"Yes, I also want to ask this, why are you running away?"
Suddenly, some equally confused voice came from beside. Peter, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly stiffened and twisted his neck "creakly", and a very familiar silhouette appeared in his eyes.
"Ah wú wú wú..."
Before Peter yelled out, Loren simply slammed him to the ground, covering his mouth with one hand, wrinkling He frowned: "You don't want to be found out, right?"
The knocked down Peter silently nodded.
"Then can you promise not to bark? The main reason is that I don't want to be misunderstood by others."
"..."
"I will treat you as if you agree Now." Loren shrugged his shoulders and turned around with a chuckle. The young wizard rubbed his waist, struggling to sit on the ground cross-legged, and glanced at the black hair wizard in front of him with embarrassment.
"Can you explain what is going on? If you can really explain it."
Faced with Loren’s question, Peter Fashar’s expression became even more embarrassing, and he reluctantly I squeezed out a smile and racked my brains to make up a reason that sounds not so outrageous: "Uh...you know, I sneaked in, so I will inevitably be a little scared when I see an acquaintance."
"Oh, it turned out to be like this."
The black hair wizard with a "serious look" was solemnly nodded, as if he really believed this nonsense: "It scares me to death, I thought you If you want to try something wrong, steal the Bellini family's alchemy potion formula!"
Peter Fasha's expression couldn't be more embarrassed.
"Uh...hahahaha, what are you talking about, how could I do such a thing..."
The two people who heard footsteps at the same time hadn’t finished speaking , Looked towards the other end of the corridor together in a very tacit understanding-the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and the closer they were.
Peter Fasa, who turned pale in fright, got up suddenly and grabbed Loren by the collar: "Ain, leave here as soon as possible, don’t delay for a quarter of an hour-this banquet is not the same as you thought. , It’s too late if you don’t leave!"
"Huh?"
"Go! If they find me here..."
The footsteps have gone At the corner of the corridor, Peter Fasa, who turned around and wanted to run, was dragged by Loren's collar and thrown into the room behind him. From opening to closing, he was neat, without leaving a trace.
Except for a fluorite ring.
The crouched Loren picked up the ring and looked at it with a playful expression-just before coming to Eboden, someone who had threatened him once gave him the exact same one.
This is really... more and more interesting.
The sound of footsteps stopped behind him, and the black hair wizard, who was half-kneeling on the ground, silently hid the ring in his sleeve.
"Mr. Ain Rand, what are you looking for?"
Alier's faint voice came from behind, looking at him "curiosity": "Or say... Did you find any interesting things?"
"I just accidentally lost the ring." The black hair wizard smiled and turned around, fiddling with the "bauble" in his hand, handing it casually. To the girl in front of you.
"This is..."
"When I was in Lotaire, a priest gave it to me." Loren replied: "It's a very meaningful souvenir. "
"Can I give it to Ariel temporarily?" The girl asked in a soft voice, her eyes blinking with expectant sheen: "Ariel will take good care of it, absolutely I won't lose it."
"Of course." The black hair wizard nodded, staring out of the corridor: "Let's go back to the banquet hall, maybe they have already started."
The girl’s attention seemed to be attracted by the ring. She gently pulled Loren’s right hand and followed him behind him, moving towards the banquet hall, without noticing the black hair wizard coming and going. The colder the expression.
How did she find herself?
Whether it is tracking or hiding, Loren is very confident in his abilities. After the ancient wood forest passed the guidance of Liya and the wizard war dancers, he was able to move quickly without leaving any traces.
Even if it is running wildly, the other party is also impossible to perceive the sound of his own footsteps, and even more impossible to have footprints-if it is not for these, then what does she rely on to keep up?
"It's the smell."
Aliel, with her head hanging down, suddenly opened the mouth and said softly: "Mr. Ain Rand... You have something very different The distinctive smell is completely different from those wizards, so Ariel can find you."
"No...It should be said that you are different from anyone, you are special."
Seeing that the black hair wizard stopped looking towards herself, Ariel slightly smiled and hugged his right arm tightly: "Let's go to the banquet hall, they must have already started."
……With the passage of time, the atmosphere of the banquet hall has gradually reached the most exciting moment. Apart from the conversation, the guests enjoying the food and wine also began to constantly ask each other about the time, looking forward to a certain The arrival of a young wizard.
Whether it is envy or jealousy, Alto Bellini's research has indeed reached an unmatched level. Even in the history of the wizards, there are few discoveries that can match it.
Among the guests present, the most special one is the representative of Holy Cross Church, and also the bishop Nomu of Eboden. Since I came to the banquet site, I rarely talked with the surrounding guests, just sitting in a corner and constantly wiping the sweat from my forehead.
Becoming Eboden’s bishop itself is bad luck enough, and now I have to become a witness of this blasphemous creation...
Yes, this is definitely a humiliation—— Divine Vestige, which originally belonged to the Holy Cross, was now shown in front of him by these wizards, and then told him very concisely: "Look, we can do it too."
If it wasn't for the Holy Cross His doctrine does not allow him to commit suicide. Nuomu bishop would rather drown in a stinking ditch than step into this silver hall.
"It sounds really pitiful, I have some sympathy for the bishop master." The black hair wizard who also hid in the corner of the banquet hall took a sip of rye wine: "in There is nothing in this world. It is more painful than the breaking of faith."
"You came from Lothair, where is the most powerful place in the church, so you will sympathize with them?" Allie For the first time, Er asked in a bit of surprise: "I thought you knew their faces better than Lothar's wizard."
"It's just a matter of fact, and I still have full respect for the Holy Cross. "Loren laughed softly.
"The Holy Cross...It is the most terrifying, cruel, and ruthless devil in the world." The girl’s bloodless face suddenly became indifferent: "And these extremely stupid believers, all It’s all its accomplices!"
The girl’s almost gnashing teeth expression made Loren a little surprised, and she narrowed her eyes—similar remarks he seemed to have heard from another guy’s mouth, only But it's the opposite of the girl.
Just as he recalled, there was a sudden shout and commotion among the crowd, and the melodious music stopped abruptly. The guards standing on both sides separated the guests in the banquet hall, leaving a passage in the center.
"Alto Bellini is here!"