After explaining the matter, with a face of "business", little Joad got up and left, ready to return to the United Chamber of Commerce to continue to deal with the matter at hand.
The black haired wizard sitting on the bed shrugged and prepared to move his muscles and bones with Lucien''s sword in the garden; Or discuss with a "evil god" teenager who recently seriously derelicted his duty and almost killed himself why he pretended to be off the line when he fought with brenhild.
Loren didn''t pay much attention to the last words of the female warrior God - it''s not that he really didn''t care, but that he didn''t really believe in Asriel from the beginning.
In this world, only Asriel really knows what Asriel is doing.
As for the plot of Byrne''s Knight Lord''s private rebellion and even the assassination of Archduke ellemans... Although it sounds appalling, the situation is extremely critical; But for Loren, who has "rich experience" in similar events and has experienced the shenlimburg, eboden and Golovin incidents, this is the last thing he worries about.
First of all, this kind of private planning is not achieved overnight. Even if they really have this ambition, it will take a long time to prepare alone; What''s more, even if there is, whether you can succeed is another problem... The more you can''t see the light, the lower the probability of success.
Secondly, even if they can really organize, it is not so simple to want to kill an imperial Archduke; And this time the other party still came as an imperial envoy. The sky palace can''t be so stupid that it doesn''t even have any precautions and security measures.
What''s more, in the past so long, it''s almost time for LUT infinite to find out that something happened to Byrne''s night watchman organization
Taking a deep breath, the black haired wizard struggled to get up from the bed, stretched his body a little, and put on his clothes as usual.
His movements are very slow, with some pretentious casual... But his disobedient fingers are still trembling slightly, and his casual cheeks and forehead are covered with cold sweat.
Opening the "valve" and excessive energy consumption can not be described by such a simple word as "fatigue".
"Really... I''m still young now. What should I do when I''m old?"
Complaining to himself, the panting black haired wizard picked up the scarred wand "tree heart" and shook his head helplessly.
His eyes wandered to the head of the bed, and a white feather was still lying there; The soft down like silk and satin is also stained with some dew, which naturally seems to be the case.
The seemingly ordinary feather contains indelible traces of emptiness, and it is also the last trace of a standing and forgotten female warrior God in the world.
With a slight sigh, the hesitant Loren picked up the feather and solemnly put it on the inside of his clothes.
It is very difficult to completely destroy an evil god, even if she is torn to pieces... As long as the legend of "female martial god" is still circulating in the world, no matter how she is called, she will eventually resurrect and reappear at a certain point in time.
Emptiness is not in the concept of time. Perhaps the past 1000 years have only blinked at her.
With a sigh, the black haired wizard turned and left the "Ward" where he had been lying for more than a month and walked towards the garden of the red blood Castle palace.
The breeze in midsummer can smell the faint fragrance of flowers, and the sound of running water in the fountain is quiet, which makes people relaxed and happy; The high hanging dome in the hot summer has prepared the most gorgeous and dazzling dresses for many upcoming festivals.
The dark haired wizard sat down by the fountain and enjoyed a moment of peace in front of him as if he were an separated world.
Compared with the past, the palace has obviously increased its vigilance. Even the palace courtyard, which should have been empty, has also increased police posts and patrols; In the corridor, you can occasionally see some nobles who are very strange and wear slightly different from the red blood Castle Knights.
It seems that the nobles and knight lords around Byrne have indeed responded to Charlotte''s call and are arriving at the red blood castle one after another
"You look very energetic. You must have recovered almost?"
Just as the dark haired wizard was about to turn and leave, a familiar figure suddenly came to him and sat down with a respectful and meticulous smile on his face.
"It''s still far away." looking at the housekeeper of the red blood castle as usual, the black haired wizard smiled bitterly and shook his head: "it will take at least half a year to recover completely. Now he even depends on it to walk." as he said, Loren shook his wand in his hand.
"On behalf of Turin family and red blood castle, I would like to express my most sincere thanks for your righteous deeds and sacrifices that night!"
Charles said solemnly with an incomparable expression: "if it weren''t for your determination and determination, maybe the sacrifice of red blood castle would be far more than the situation in, or even worse - all of us, even those civilians who don''t know you, owe you a big favor!"
His expression is very sincere, and he can''t see any expression of lying or talking about the scene. Loren also believes that he should be sincere, but... Turin family, red blood castle, righteous deeds
"It''s nothing. It can even be said that I should do it." the black haired wizard smiled calmly, as if he just inadvertently replied: "after all, I''m also a member of the Turin family. I naturally have the obligation to protect here. What do you think?"
The voice fell, and the careless Lorraine clearly saw a flash of embarrassment from Charles''s face.
"... in any case, what you have done is enough to make you a hero of the red blood castle, for which the count is also very grateful." Charles, with a slight twitch in the corner of his mouth, changed the topic abruptly:
"However, due to the busy business recently, the count really has no time to visit you - please allow me to apologize to you on behalf of the count, and I will convey the news that you have gradually recovered to her as soon as possible."
"Official business?" the black haired wizard raised his eyebrows. "Are you the knight lords all over Byrne?"
"It seems that you have got the news, too."
Charles nodded. There was nothing to hide: "after the count sent invitations to various territories, the Knights and nobles of the whole principality have followed."
"At present, the count is entertaining all knights and nobles in the palace hall to discuss with them how to deal with the upcoming imperial envoy, Lord Yuli weiltz, Archduke of El Mans, and to prepare for the next round table."
"What are the Knights of Byrne talking about?" Lauren asked with a smile: "what glory is Byrne''s past history, how cruel Gaspar''s rule is, and how heinous the Empire''s attitude towards Byrne makes people want to resist?"
"You''ve said something too much, and the barons of Byrne are still very restrained." Charles flashed an imperceptible embarrassment on his face, and then quickly recovered:
"Or... You don''t believe the count can keep them restrained?"
"No, I trust Charlotte very much, but I don''t believe that Byrne''s knights can still exercise restraint now." Loren shrugged and stared at Charles: "seriously, at this stage, I thought they would fight at the meeting and force Charlotte to join them and resist the rule of the Empire together!"
"This meeting will continue until the sun sets today. I will prepare a dinner for you tonight to celebrate your recovery. The count will also come back. Please pay tribute at that time."
Aware of Loren''s words, the red blood Castle housekeeper immediately ended the unpleasant conversation.
"Thank you. Just ask someone to tell me." nodded. The dark haired wizard was ready to get up and leave.
"Oh, by the way, there''s something I must tell you in advance, or... Remind you."
As if he suddenly remembered something, Charles quickly shouted to him from behind: "as you know, the count has been very busy recently, so he may be very tired at the dinner party, and when the count is tired... He doesn''t have a good temper."
"So... Um..." Charles''s expression was very tangled, with a sense of pleading: "can you tolerate it more?"