This is the third time Loren has come to Gumu town.
The cold rain pattered in early spring, coloring the originally not sunny day with a layer of gray. The cold rain drenched the black haired wizard outside the tavern, revealing a pair of obsidian pupils under his hood, staring at the sign shaking in the breeze outside the tavern.
At this time, it is almost evening, and there are few pedestrians in the originally deserted street. The misty and rainy day makes the business of the tavern much better. At least there is a warm fireplace and blanket under the eaves, and a cup of worrisome malt wine.
"Are you really sure that the guy waiting for you is here?" Asriel asked, standing next to Loren and holding his shoulder very old. "Doesn''t the little priest seem to have told you the location?"
"He has told me, but he didn''t notice it." Loren said faintly.
It''s not hard to guess that the other party is here - at least for Loren. The little priest met Dalton Kande in Gumu town and got the news of the disappearance of his mentor before he set out. On the same day, the gentleman asked him to convey the news of his mentor''s disappearance.
More than three times was no accident, and Loren never believed in any accident.
The rest is to inquire about the new faces in Gumu town recently. This is a small town. There are not many foreign tourists and caravans at all. Even one more outsider will be very abrupt. As long as you look carefully, you can certainly find each other''s trace.
And if you can''t find... That means two things. First, the other party is good at concealment and rarely travels; Secondly, he certainly didn''t leave, and at the same time, he was in a place where a group of people gathered, so that he could not only avoid sight, but also determine whether he appeared.
At this point, Loren has a natural disadvantage. Black hair and black eyes are too pricking.
As for this tavern, when he first visited Gumu Town, he once came back to look for clues about the ghoul incident. It is also the only pub like this in this village.
Gently clenched his left hand, he always wore the "caster" gloves on the way, and never took them off; The "bright silver" is pinned to the buckle on the right waist and can be touched by reaching out - in this crowded tavern, long weapons such as "tree heart" are very impractical, and they may be killed before they can wave their staff.
"Your spiritual palace has not fully recovered, and now I may not be able to help you." the young man "kindly" reminded, and his scarlet eyes glanced at Lauren nearby: "if it''s like last time, I''m afraid you''ll die directly."
"I have some confidence in me. Aren''t we friends?" the black haired wizard raised his mouth slightly. "Anyway, I don''t expect you to help every time. I''m more or less worried about whether you will take the opportunity to do what you shouldn''t do."
"Your statement is really heartbreaking. We are the closest friends."
"I think it''s the best thing for two ''close'' friends to be wary of each other." Loren smiled kindly at Asriel: "after all, who can guess whether the other party will suddenly betray himself?"
"... you are becoming less and less lovely, dear Lauren. I still miss you."
The boy sighed with disappointment. The delicate face showed a somewhat playful smile: "but now it''s more elegant and confident. It really adds a lot of color. It can also be said to be ''another kind of charm''?"
Completely ignoring him, Loren went straight to the front door of the tavern, followed by Asriel turned into a dark shadow, and a pair of black feather Eagles with bloody eyes stably appeared on the shoulders of the black haired wizard.
Ignore the revelry and drunkenness around, or the drunken and flushed pub regulars. Looking for a place at random, Loren pushed away the unconscious drunkard, gently snapped his fingers at the owner of the tavern and put the silver coins on the table.
"Your malt wine, master wizard." the tavern owner touched the silver coin and put the glass in front of Loren. "What''s the purpose of coming to Gumu town this time?"
"See a friend." the black haired wizard smiled. The tavern owner stopped asking, weighed the silver coins in his hand and walked away.
The dark yellow liquor swayed gently and looked very beautiful in the dark candlelight of the tavern. Lauren picked up the glass and drank it down the edge.
The cool touch penetrated into the throat, but it was a warm taste from the chest down. Even the body wet by the rain didn''t seem so cold.
When he drank all the ale and put the glass back on the wooden table, there was another person opposite him, looking at himself with a smile.
Brown curly hair, some gray on the temples, but no beard on the cheeks; A leather coat robe, black bottom lining and a good silver buckle belt make this person look unusually energetic and dignified, especially against the golden pupils.
It''s like a flare of the sun
The other party didn''t seem to mind that Loren also looked at him, and even drank the ale in the glass with great interest, waiting for Loren to speak first.
"I''m Laurent Turin." the black haired wizard took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, "said enthusiastically," I don''t know who you are... "
"You know who I am, and you''ve been looking for me." he smiled more, but didn''t hold Lauren''s hand. "Isn''t it, Dalton kand''s Apprentice?"
"Mentor, where is he?" since the other party made it clear, Loren also spoke directly.
"I''m LUT infinite, an old friend of Dalton," he said with the same "enthusiasm." as a wizard, isn''t it more sincere to shake hands with your left hand? "
For a moment, Loren, who had not responded, was "held" by his left hand. The black haired wizard''s pupils suddenly shrank, and then immediately returned to normal.
On the left hand as like as two peas, there is a same "caster".
It''s interesting. Lauren''s eyes narrowed slightly... It seems that what the tutor didn''t tell himself is not just his identity.
"Since you are an old friend of the tutor, why do you do this?" suddenly pulled back your left hand, and Loren looked at him coldly: "do you tell me where he is now, or do I try to pry it out of your mouth?"
"You don''t have to worry. He''s safe now, but he can''t move freely." rutt didn''t care much about the threat in Loren''s words: "the room above the tavern... Well, the one you''ve been to and where a mercenary died."
It seems that the other party has indeed investigated himself very carefully, and even knows where he has been. Loren gently rubbed his hands and stared at Lu Wen''s golden eyes.
"You have only answered me one question, Lord Ruth infinite." Loren continued, "what do you want?"
"Of course it''s you, Lord Loren Turin." Lu Wen took up the wine pot on the table and took the initiative to fill it for Loren: "I believe Dalton kand has never said what the ''caster'' in your hand means?"
"This is not just a special ''magic wand'', it also represents an extremely glorious group, an oath that only death can end, and a responsibility that needs to be maintained for life - and your mentor Dalton kand was once one of the important members of this group."
LUT infinit''s expression showed some nostalgia: "when he was about your age, he was once our best wizard, completed many very difficult tasks, and even saved my life!"
"And you are using this way to repay your life-saving benefactor?" Loren asked sarcastically, "put him under house arrest and blackmail his apprentice?"
"If I could, I would never do that, but the current situation does not allow it." rut shook his head regretfully: "I need you to do something for me, and I must ensure that you will agree, so I will make this bad decision!"
"... you want me to do something?" Lauren narrowed his eyes, and his sarcastic smile became brighter. "Are you blackmailing?"
"If you''re willing to promise, it''s not." rutt smiled, picked up his glass and greeted Loren:
"And I suggest you sell yourself at a good price!"