"Lauren?"


    The pale little wizard murmured in a low voice, his eyes trembled, a flash of startled to unbelievable light came out of the dark sapphire, and a cold sweat came out of his forehead.


    At the moment when the door was pushed open, at the moment when she saw the black hair and black eyes, she still thought it was just her own illusion. She thought that she only regarded Charlotte and Lucian who broke in by mistake as the big fool again.


    "Hi!"


    Seeing the expression of the little wizard, Loren shrugged awkwardly, waved his hand rigidly and forced a smile: "that... Um... I''m back."


    The absent-minded Ayn was speechless and subconsciously wanted to raise her hands, but she forgot that she still had a knife and forging hammer for carving runes in her hand; As soon as the empty hands were loose, the cold blade fell with inertia.


    "Dang --!"


    The black figure suddenly rushed forward, grabbed the knife blade before the knife landed, put it on the table, got up and looked at it as if it was a hesitant figure in a dream. There was not only consternation but also a trace of fear in his eyes.


    The little wizard was afraid. She was too afraid to even touch the black haired wizard in front of her.


    Worried that he would disappear, worried that it was just a dream, worried that it was a "little joke" used by Lucian to make himself happy


    Gently raised his right hand, trembling and some cold fingertips slipped from the black haired wizard''s cheek, and the dark dream is becoming true bit by bit.


    "I''m back." the embarrassed Loren could only repeat, "er... Well, I''m sorry I didn''t inform you in advance, mainly because..."


    "Bang --!"


    In front of some black haired wizard''s lame words, the silent little wizard suddenly held him in his arms!


    "You big villain! Fool! Fool! Big fool! Why don''t you just die outside -?!!!"


    Before the stunned Loren could react, there were bursts of crying in his arms.


    "Sorry..."


    After a long sigh, Loren found that all he could say was this.


    I''m sorry for her, and I''m sorry for Lucian and Isaac who trust me so much... The life and death of people close to him are uncertain, and even dare not accept the pain of reality. He deeply experienced it on the night of the death of the old knight Leonardo Turin.


    Compared with the dead, the living is really worse than death!


    In order to keep it a secret, Loren didn''t talk about it with anyone except Charlotte; From the beginning to the end, Ayn knew that only her own misfortune had happened.


    Who the enemy is, whether there is danger, for what, what the plan is... She knows nothing; After the two met, this was "the first time we met, viscount Loren Turin; next, Charles Grenville, the manager of the red blood castle." the young man bowed gracefully three steps away from Loren:


    "I''m very sorry to overhear your conversation, but the whole thing started because of me... If you can, I hope you don''t blame Lord Lucian too much. He''s also thinking of you."


    "In addition, if you really want to vent your anger, please allow me to clarify this matter. The countess doesn''t know. I''m planning all the time. Please don''t involve outsiders!"


    Charles glenwell... The dark haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, and he knew each other''s surname very well - glenwell was one of the thirteen Knight lords of the Principality of Byrne!


    "For my sake... I''m so sorry. I seem to be a somewhat cultured Knight according to your words." Loren immediately put a formulaic smile on his face:


    "Please also tell me that putting my friends in danger... Is this for my sake?"


    "Why?!"


    "By your last name... Turin!"