Chapter 1010
After the happiness of the senses has passed, great sadness also comes; if it does not completely occupy your mind, it will completely make you feel confused and numb.
Loren doesn't remember where he heard this sentence, but he thinks it makes sense... at least once.
extreme joy turns to sorrow, probably this concept.
After the joy of indulgence, the wanton enjoyment of all material or spiritual enjoyment, and all the happiness that can numb the mind, people...are really numb; and the more enjoyment, the later The greater the sadness, to the point where it can flow against the river.
I have eaten my favorite food, drank countless wines, watched the movie happily, read a book neglect sleep and forget about food...Various indulgences, but the result It's all the same: exhaustion.
The end of happiness is grief, and the culmination of excitement is exhaustion.
The long backlog of emotions have been greatly relaxed, and they will not feel happy, more like...natural; people will become indifferent and calm, as if they are detached from the world.
There seems to be a saying...what is it called, and what model?
Oh, sage mode.
The half-asleep Loren let his thoughts drift away, no longer maintaining absolute calm, no longer restraining himself, very random thinking about what is what.
Isaac has laughed at his "state" more than once. In his eyes, all human emotions are actually a functional response of a certain part of the body, at least the body's initiative accounts for the overwhelming majority.
Only thinking rationally and calmly is the embodiment of consciousness; therefore wizards must remain absolutely calm, and in the eyes of most wizards, women who think emotionally are considered unsuitable to be wizards. , And even produced the serious prejudice that "witches are all demons".
Once you obey the body instead of the consciousness itself, human beings’ low resistance to Void Power will be quickly corroded, swallowed and even completely "reformed", becoming a "monster" or "living" manipulated by Void Power. dead".
Because of maintaining absolute calmness and maintaining control of consciousness is very difficult, the number of wizards is so scarce that every region can count clearly with fingers.
But...
Loren is very convinced that now Isaac is absolutely "indulged" in the emotions expressed by bodily functions as he himself once laughed.
The midnight wind passed through the main entrance of Byrne Cathedral and echoed in the empty hall.
With the sound of the breeze shaking the curtains, the windows on both sides of the hall shouted "wu wu", and the heavy door made a "creak" sound, but it was not noisy at all. It seemed a bit quiet.
It is obviously winter, but whether it is the bluestone slab under the back or the statue of the Holy Cross close to the top of the head, it seems that it is not so cold.
The clothes of the two people are scattered in front of the main altar, arranging crooked appearances, or covering them indiscriminately, and they may not even cover how much they should be covered, or "use Not to cover the place.
Of course, neither Loren nor Charlotte is a pious "Holy Cross" believer, but he is still very worried about how he should explain to him if he is discovered by little priest Webber.
I accidentally fell...too cliché.
After praying for a whole night, he finally couldn't help but fall asleep... He should not believe it.
Stopping his random thoughts, the black hair wizard slowly turned his eyes, the curled up Charlotte's long hair dangled, and squeezed the pillow on his right arm, and the slightly trembling cherry lips issued a soft " "Hoo" sounded, and even his eyebrows followed ups and downs.
She is pretending to sleep.
But Loren didn't want to get rid of it. He even had the idea of "It would be nice if it could go on like this forever", although it was just a flash.
Beautiful, tall, and lazy.
His gaze swept over her side naturally, and three words immediately floated into the mind of the black hair wizard.
Charlotte, who is keen on dressing and banquets, may be the girl Loren has ever come into contact with who cares about her "body shape" the most. She was born with Knight bloodline and her skeleton is actually wider than ordinary girls, but slender. The body shape does not appear to be excessive, well-proportioned but not thin.
The well-proportioned and sturdy limbs, round and smooth curves, the thighs maintain a consistent roundness and fullness due to persistent exercise; obviously the body cannot see any "cutting" edges and corners, and the skin is like It is as white and delicate as silk, but it contains endless explosive power.
This is not the strangest.
Charlotte loves to drink, breakfast, lunch and dinner, plus afternoon snack time and occasional "night snacks", at least one glass or even more wine, what to drink, how much to drink, all depends on mood.
That’s it, her lower abdomen is still so flat and thin, she can’t feel any fat on her side...
This is also amazing.
With this kind of "find out" idea, the black hair wizard added a little bit of strength, hoping to find some traces on the smooth and elastic skin, and clarify the truth of all this.
"pa!"
The tingling from his arm made Loren stop naturally.
Slowly turning her head, Charlotte is staring at herself, bright and intelligent eyes are like a grieved little lion panting with rage; a thin layer of cherry lips, a perfect fit "On Loren's right arm.
"You bit me."
Loren briefly explained what was happening.
Gazed at him fiercely, and Charlotte showed no sign of letting go.
"It's all bleeding."
Glancing at red on his shoulder, Loren recounts what has happened.
So Charlotte bite harder.
"If you continue to do this, I will call out—this is the main hall of Byrne Cathedral, which is separated from Weber’s bedroom by a corridor. If I call out, he must be the first to respond. Coming here, I guess when the time comes, both of us will be embarrassed, especially embarrassing..."
The words came to an abrupt end, and they were all stuck in our mouths.
Of course, it would be better if there was no bloody smell, Loren thought.
two minutes, the two people ended this "breath-holding game" before each other was about to enter a state of suffocation.
"Do you... do you think I am a very annoying, too strong and considerate girl?" Charlotte asked quietly, flushing, gasping for breath.
"No, not at all." Loren shook his head: "I think you know how to use your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and are good at getting everything you want...girl."
"This is just repeating what I said just now, and then slightly changing the meaning."
"Not at all. If you think about it, you will find a lot of differences. Place...a lot."
"That's what you think, right?"
"I am not."
"You really think so !"
Loren suddenly wondered, how does his own words contain two completely different meanings at the same time?
Suddenly, a surprising thought suddenly flooded Loren's mind.
Hey, wait, is she... acting like a baby?
With a look of inexplicable expectation, Loren set his gaze on Charlotte’s beautiful face-that frowning brow, sword-like eyes, and slightly flushed face Trembling, her lips tightened, and you can still see signs of clenching your teeth...
This ominous beast preys, I can’t wait to swallow myself alive in the next second, making Loren slightly smiled, agreeing in my heart. My own opinion.
Yes, definitely not!
I really think too much!
Charlotte Torino, her pride, arrogance, believe oneself infallible, all kinds of rules, customs and traditions...not so much because of the education she received from an early age, it is more like a kind of resistance, a kind of struggle with this The struggle of the world.
She is proud because she does not dare to be weak, and she does not dare to expose her own kindness; she has to protect her family in a low voice because of her arrogance. Once she shows weakness, the consequences will only make the enemy worse;
I envy Isaac, I envy Ayin to have her own friends, not because I can’t get them, but because I don’t dare to fight for them-the fear of being unpredictable by the other party and being deceived makes her instinctively refuse Friendship;
As for the title of count, the insistence on tradition and rules is not out of education, more like her armor; although this set of rules is not fair to her, at least there are rules; In the face of such a world that is destined to be unfair, the so-called "fairness" has long been a luxury.
Such a time of imposing pride, doing everything possible to maintain the status quo, living in fear, created the present Charlotte Torino... When she truly decided not to be a vain "dream", "Revival", the courage that she showed when she decided to live for herself...
It was her most fascinating place.
"Do you think I am special..." whispered, Charlotte was still asking: "Very frivolous?"
When asked, her face Slightly red.
Of course, Loren did not see exactly what the red color was. It was too dark.
But...
Well, it's another proposition.
"You are drunk." Loren replied carefully.
Never answer her questions head-on, and explain it for her in a roundabout way... This is the experience Loren has spent several years summarizing.
Although this method is not easy to use, because Charlotte's mood is like a barometer of do as one pleases.
"But, but if it's not a frivolous girl, you wouldn't do something like this after drinking, right? Ayin wouldn't...no." Charlotte shook her head:
"Ayin simply doesn't know how to drink, and simply won't let herself be so drunk and lose her mind, so impulsive..."
She is still complaining, or tangled-black hair wizard You can even see two "Little Charlottes", one black one white, playing in a frenzy on top of her head, vividly and vividly.
Charlotte, who obeys tradition, is fighting against Charlotte, who lives for herself, in the final desperate struggle.
Loren can fully understand what she thinks now, no... it should be because she has experienced a similar psychological process, so she understands why she is so frightened.
Leaving the old "world" and stepping into a completely unknown environment is easy to be frightening; sudden changes in temperament are light, even if you become a person, it is not strange at all.
If Loren from the previous life is in contact with the self in this life, it will be difficult for both parties to understand each other's thoughts-at least, at that time, I would never be able to face life and death so calmly. For the "power" that may make oneself crazy at any time, he can still chat and laugh with obvious harboring malicious intentions and using his own Evil God.
Of course, if I looked at myself at that time, I am probably as crazy as I am now.
So Loren has no doubt about which "Little Charlotte" will win the final victory.
"Frivolity or not, I am not sure." Loren slowly opened the mouth and said: "But I know you are brave."
Charlotte is still very upset: "I said, changing what I said to a nice vocabulary doesn't..."
"Brave and frivolous, these two words are still different...not simple antonyms or synonyms." Laughed, Loren interrupted softly:
"From the first time we met...More precisely, when we met for the second time, I knew how brave you were."
Charlotte is lightly snorted and seems to disagree with Loren's "flattering".
The female count of proud and arrogant hates meaningless flattery.
Conversely, what she likes is the more practical and "justified" flattery-grasping the degree is more difficult than defeating Evil God.
"Of course, I didn’t like you at that time, and I was even struggling to deal with it to a certain extent. Although I respect Leonardo very much, I don’t have any feelings for the Torino family, nor do I feel myself. What needs to be paid for this family."
"But for you, the Torino family also has the meaning of this surname, which is everything-I don’t want to judge whether this is right or wrong, but obviously It is important to you, so important that you can sacrifice your life for it." Loren whispered:
"Status, honor, title, prestige, dignity... and even yourself, these can all serve the same goal Abandon; I have never experienced this feeling, and I have never thought that I can give so much for something that is not alive, so I dare not say that I can understand your feelings and thoughts..."
"What the hell are you trying to say?!" Charlotte was a little impatient.
"I want to say that when I was choosing between the Torino family and Loren ·Torino, I was completely shocked." The black hair wizard calmly stared at her:
"Abandon the dream of until now, and entrust everything to the one I love... Such bravery, I can't imagine that I can do it."
"I...Loren ·Torino …have what skills and abilities, loved by such a brave woman?"
Charlotte was taken aback.
In the next second, she will be buried in the arms of the black hair wizard, close to his chest, concealing a slight tremor, and the irresistible sparkle in her eyes.
The cold wind of winter reverberates in the hall with the sound of wu wu, and the dark sky gradually reveals the rays of light; at the end of the horizon, the signs of the dawn of the dawn can already be seen.
Gently hugged Charlotte's waist, her slightly trembling body did not refuse or resist.
"It's almost dawn... Webber should get up in an hour."
Lightly touched her ear, the black hair wizard reminded in a low voice:
"We have at most...one hour left."