"We can''t wait any longer. Lauren is still in prison. We have to find a way to get him out!"
In a guest room of duanjieshan fortress, the little wizard who forced himself to calm down suddenly sat down and stared at Isaac who was still absent-minded.
For a moment, Ayn even thought he had returned to vimpal college. He, Loren and Isaac spent every long and short day and night in mentor Dalton''s tower.
But the roar of the north wind outside the window told her that these were just assumptions under her excessive tension.
"You''re half right," replied Isaac, who turned the book without raising his head.
"Half?"
"Of the two of us, only you want to save Lauren from prison." Isaac said calmly, shaking his head: "it''s not me."
"Isaac Grantham --?!"
The little wizard''s expression looked very shocked. The angry light had been lit in his blue eyes. It was like meeting the guy in front of him for the first time.
"As always..."
"What are you talking about?!"
"As always, when it comes to Loren, you will lose the ability of reason and calm judgment that a wizard should have, lose control of your emotions and become very unstable."
"I......" Ai Yin, who was speechless, froze, but still refused to bow his head:
"I don''t want to be taught by a guy who just lost his temper and got into big trouble!"
"You''re right. I lost control and made a serious mistake." Isaac shrugged his shoulders. Isaac''s expression was as calm as ever, and he was a little unhappy: "I have to admit that Loren behaved more like a wizard than my genius - although I... Don''t often like to admit it, it''s true."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, Ayn Rand! Your dullness, stupidity and obvious mental decline under the condition of emotional fluctuation make me feel more and more that you have a lot in common with witches!" Isaac rolled his eyes and despised it:
"Do you think Loren Turin deliberately provoked the veteran, specially used the ''duel trial'' which obviously caused problems to solve the problem, and later angered him in front of the crown prince or prince rauszi to refuse to be soft... Are these all accidents?"
The little wizard showed an obviously unexpected expression and even ignored some of Isaac''s "thin words":
"You mean... He did it on purpose?"
"Maybe, but it looks more like having no fear - not only because of his highness Brandon and his dragon, but also because of Loren''s own identity, which makes him qualified to have no fear here."
Isaac sighed: "he''s a Turin... Ayin, do you know what this surname means to duanjieshan fortress?"
"The story of the black Duke Roland Turin and the saint? I probably know some." the little wizard frowned. "But it''s all in the forbidden book area of the wizard tower. The legend about Roland outside is only the part where he finally degenerated and was judged by the church."
"Even so, the influence of the black Duke in duanjieshan fortress is still deep-rooted - as long as he bears this surname, no one dares to hurt him openly."
Isaac struggled to choose words and seemed to struggle to find the most appropriate adjectives in his mind:
"In short, what he did today may be part of his plan, or it may be the result of Loren''s improvisation. In fact, I prefer the latter, because he may guess that he will be provoked, but it should be impossible to know everything in advance."
"But... Even if it was really planned by him, it''s not surprising - the diviners of the prophecy school have a saying, ''the world is a huge net. If you can see the trembling and unpredictable wind direction between the silk threads, you can peep into the future'', so it''s not impossible."
The little wizard looked at Isaac, who explained calmly in front of him. He couldn''t believe what he had just heard.
After a half ring, she began to tremble slowly:
"Isaac, where did you... Learn this?"
The conceited genius has a calm face and dull eyes:
"You don''t think I should understand these worldly sophistication, do you?"
"I''m not..." Ayn bit her lip.
"You guessed right." Isaac shook his head irritably:
"Even now, I think these things are boring and disgusting. Those calculations, plans, trying to figure out other people''s ideas, deliberately flattering and approaching... It''s like falling into a big mud pit called ''people''s evil''!"
"But... I''m sure Lauren doesn''t like this either, and he has helped me many times. So have you, ayin. You have made some sacrifices and compromises. I mean... We are friends. Friends always have to pay each other. That''s the meaning of the word ''friend''."
"I know I''m selfish, not very likable, and I don''t intend to let others like me; but I just watch others sacrifice for myself, and then enjoy it with peace of mind..."
"That''s too selfish."
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"In which cell is his highness Brandon''s wizard adviser locked up?"
The middle-aged knight in a robe and the deputy commander of the fortress Ernst looked coldly at the respectful old jailer in front of him: "take me to see him immediately."
Of course, the old jailer did not dare to neglect. He quickly opened the door of the dungeon and walked ahead with a lamp to guide the middle-aged knight.
The rapid sound of iron boots echoed in the stairs of the dungeon. The black haired wizard resting against the wall was immediately awakened. The cold wind blowing into the dungeon made the fire outside the cell flicker disorderly, like the ferocious dance of the devil.
The next moment, a familiar figure blocked the fire and stood outside a dark cell. Lauren squinted at each other''s figure, and the expression that didn''t seem very happy.
"Lord Loren Turin, we meet again." the middle-aged Knight Ernst looked at him coldly:
"I just didn''t expect it to be in the dungeon. It seems that you didn''t take my warning seriously."
"I didn''t promise you anything, your Excellency the deputy commander of the fortress."
Lauren''s face was still a formulaic fake smile, and looked at Ernst without flinching: "you didn''t come to say ''hello'' to me?"
The expression of the deputy commander of the fortress was very ugly, even a little surprised - I didn''t even expect that his highness connord would really compromise and accept his brother Brandon''s "blackmail".
Yes, that''s blackmail. His highness Brandon saw that his brother could not refuse him now, so he put forward so many incredible conditions to force him to promise himself!
Your highness really bet everything for the fortress of duanjieshan and the survival of the Empire
"I''m here to carry out the will of his highness connord," Ernst said in the coldest and murderous tone:
"Lord Loren Turin, in his capacity as deputy commander of the fortress of duanjieshan, I declare you... Free."
"... ha?"
Lauren was almost flashed.
"It means you can leave now. No one will stop you when you go out of prison. Of course..." Ernst narrowed his eyes: "if you want to leave the fortress of duanjie mountain, no one will stop you."
"Right now?"
"Right now."
"But I was locked in this afternoon!" the black haired wizard looked incredible.
This is too fast!
"Then we can only hope that you have learned a lesson." Ernst frowned
"Although I think it should be impossible, but... Forget it, if you''re ready, we''ll leave together."
For a moment, Loren''s eyes flashed a hint of ponder - although I don''t know why, there is no doubt that someone or a group of people put pressure on crown prince Connor.
"Wait," said the dark haired wizard with a proud smile. "I can''t leave yet."
Ernst''s eyes narrowed and his words were extremely slow:
"Lord Loren Turin, do you know what you''re talking about?"
"The one in the cell next door." Lauren stared at Ernst and said without flinching, "do you know him?"
He knew that the young man behind the wall was trying to prick up his ears.
"The flag leader of the second flag regiment of the fourth legion, the illegitimate son of the welts, is a deserter." Ernst murmured, "is there a problem?"
"Yes." without hesitation, Loren stood up and grabbed the fence of his cell, with sparks flashing in his black pupils:
"Tell me, your highness Connor, I won''t leave here if I don''t forgive him!"