The dark pupil stared at the smoke on the candle, and the expressionless black haired wizard sat there like a sculpture, motionless, as if half a century had passed.


    The dark sky outside the window has lit up white light, and the long midnight is coming to an end.


    Ariel, with a sad smile, stood in place, her eyes as if she had made up her mind; Asriel always let his eyes wander on the two people. He wanted to speak several times, but he wanted to stop talking.


    Finally, the black haired wizard with wide eyes spoke slowly with a very hesitant expression:


    "How sure?"


    The voice fell, and there was still silence in the dark room.


    Asriel was slightly stunned. For the first time, he was stared by his black eyes. His exquisite face forced out a smile: "Dear Lauren, just those words were just one side of the fake lady. You don''t know the whole truth!"


    "You don''t even know who your enemy is, what their plan is, what their purpose and motivation are, which is different from you in the past..."


    The blonde boy, who was stared at by the black haired wizard, smiled more and more reluctantly, and his voice became smaller and smaller until he finally disappeared to the point where only mosquitoes called, and he could no longer look at the black pupils.


    "It''s different from me in the past, right..." the black haired wizard opened his mouth blandly and took a deep breath: "I used to be cautious and look at me step by step;"


    "I am always full of vigilance; I always think that as long as I get a certain position, strong power or join an organization, I don''t have to worry about becoming someone''s target or enemy;"


    "But it''s impossible, isn''t it? Yes, you can get rid of the enemies of the past by gaining a certain position, but you will soon meet new opponents at different levels from the past, and regard me as a thorn in the eye... Right?


    "Er, this..." Asriel showed an embarrassed but smiling expression: "maybe... Or... Maybe... Is this possible?"


    "Then..." staring at a blonde boy with uncomfortable appearance, Loren said silently: "even if I ask, you can''t tell me everything. At most, you just give me an ambiguous answer - about the Holy Cross, about the ''black cross'' serliol, about everything you know."


    "Otherwise, you won''t be so eager to stand up and stop Ariel from going on; obviously, letting me know the truth will hinder your plan."


    The girl gently pursed her lips, and her tearful face showed a little more sentimental love.


    "But at present, it is obvious that our enemies have regarded you and me as the alliance of the community. Even if I live for myself, I can''t get rid of you; and according to Ariel, even if I open the third valve, I may still be unable to defeat them, and the best end is just like Roland Turin."


    "And you have a plan that may win."


    "So well, I can just ask too many questions - because at present, we still have a common enemy." Loren''s expression was surprisingly calm, but his eyes never shifted half an inch from Asriel''s face:


    "But I want to know, how sure are you?"


    In the dark room, Loren''s eyes passed through the floating smoke and stared at Asriel''s every move.


    With a long sigh, a very contradictory expression appeared on the blonde''s face, but he couldn''t help but want to explain.


    "Dear Loren, i..." Asriel murmured in a low voice: "first of all, the fake lady exaggerates the truth - at least exaggerates the strength of the black cross. He is not as omnipotent as you think."


    "Yes, Roland Turin and brunhilde failed, and Logan, who wore a hat, also failed; but at that time, because their strength was really limited, they could not break through their own limitations and reach the highest level, so they had to end with regret."


    Asriel, who nibbled his lower lip with sincere eyes, said: "as long as you open the third valve, you can become the ultimate form of objective matter beyond everything... In a sense, you have become similar to... Um, similar to..."


    "Ah! Yes, it is similar to the existence of heroes, but the subjective initiative should far surpass them!"


    Spirit? Lorraine raised his head and said tentatively, "wait, are we thinking of the same ''spirit''?"


    "I think it should be, because Asriel and Loren are best friends... There is a tacit understanding between friends." for a moment, Asriel''s embarrassment and stiffness were cleared away:


    "Yes, serlior, who is too powerful, can use forces that do not belong to the material world at all. Conversely, it is difficult for him to cause any substantive damage to dear Loren... But Loren, you can."


    Asriel showed an extremely elegant expression, as if admiring Art: "the two opposite beings of void and matter are completely integrated and indistinguishable in your body - in other words, Loren, who opened the third valve, will definitely threaten the root of serliol!"


    "Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade... Although it doesn''t mean that at all, it''s really inexplicable and appropriate under this situation; well, it''s nice to be a stranger. Asriel loves a stranger!"


    So... That''s why Asriel is so attached to himself.


    The crossed ten fingers turned white under the unconscious force of the black haired wizard, and slowly raised his head: "pause a little... You still didn''t tell me how sure you are?"


    The blonde boy sat down again, facing the dark haired wizard, and took a breath from the corner of his lips.


    "Dear Loren, I can only tell you one thing..." Asriel''s voice sounded faintly: "we can win."


    "You are not Roland Turin with blood in your mouth, nor Logan with a hat alone; Asriel is not Brunhild. The reason for us to go straight forward is not love and justice, and the time now is not a hundred years ago."


    "You don''t fight an enemy with endless means with strength and intensity; on the contrary, you can survive the Jedi on the edge of death every time, and tear it apart every time seryol feels that his plan is successful."


    "You have a talent that no one else has. You have the courage to sacrifice yourself when necessary, but you can survive to death again and again - Dear Loren, because of you, we can win."


    "We... Can win."


    Asriel was firm.


    …………………………………………


    "Patter --!"


    The sound of metal lock bearing rotation sounded. The gray pupil boy leaning against the corner of the wall subconsciously opened his eyes and hit the black haired wizard who came out of the door.


    The moment they looked at each other, they were stunned.


    "Lord Loren, why are you here?" Lucian almost blurted out.


    "This should be what I want to ask, right?" at first, the black haired wizard frowned: "haven''t you been in the military camp all the time? How did you come to the wizard tower?"


    "Lord Dalton kand asked me to come and prepare for it - the combat effectiveness of the demon hunter Legion has been basically formed, and then it''s time to fight." Lucian replied honestly:


    "He said that he was ready to spread all the demon hunters to the principalities according to the model of night watchman; on the one hand, let them practice with actual combat, and investigate the abnormal conditions in each principality at the same time."


    "Of course, everything is done in private, but I''m afraid the heavenly palace knows more or less; since they haven''t stood up to stop it, it means that at least they have acquiesced in us."


    Lauren looked at him and nodded subconsciously.


    Mentor Dalton is right, but I''m afraid there are hidden purposes besides intelligence and military training; Even if the target is small, it is easy to be found together; Scattered spilling will make some people lose their goal.


    In addition, the demon hunter who left also made room for the next batch of mentors to choose a good candidate - even if he acquiesced in Lucian''s dominant position in this corps, Dalton could not easily give up his idea and train the real demon hunter from scratch.


    "What about you? Why are you here?"


    The grey pupil raised his head and glanced at the room behind Lauren with a very confused expression: "if you remember correctly... This should be ain Rand''s room?"


    "Nothing, just when I''m free, I''ll come and have a look and ask about the progress of the floating city." Loren replied casually: "it''s said that the progress is still very big. They have started to build the most basic floating facilities."


    "Really?!"


    Lucian stared in surprise, but his suspicious eyes never meant to leave - although the floor of the room was clean, three or four different footprints could still be vaguely seen, and the candles on the table seemed to have been extinguished not long ago.


    Besides ain, Lord Lorraine just met one or two other people here? But this is ayin''s room. Who can show up here without saying hello?


    "What''s the problem?"


    If I were not an outsider and knew Lord Loren well, would it be


    The voice of the black haired wizard sounded coldly. The gray pupil boy was startled and quickly said, "nothing!"


    "Now that you''re here, that means mentor Dalton is in the wizard tower right now?" Loren asked.


    "Well, yes, yes!" ruthen nodded. "Not only Lord Dalton, but Isaac and Lina are also there - but they both came back from the construction site in the early morning, so they fell asleep as soon as they came in."


    Looking at the still suspicious expression of the grey pupil boy, the black haired wizard blinked and hesitated for a long time.


    He remembered what Halin van ashmai had said;


    Think of the ending of Roland Turin and Brunhild;


    Think of the emotion and confession of Ike, the Earl of anger castle, after he captured the silver helmet mountain;


    Thinking of Charlotte''s pressing questions, the little wizard tolerated again and again, and Isaac pretended to be a fool;


    And


    And look into their eyes every time they avoid their problems.


    "... to become stronger and stronger than we used to be, and then to break the fate originally destined... I''m very sorry, but that''s all I can help you..."


    "... you and your friends will go on the next road... I hope it will be a little different from ours..."


    "... let them treat you as a friend in need of help, rather than a God who can rely on and rely on... You are not an omnipotent God, and God can''t save us; only an ordinary person with limited ability and all kinds of problems can save another person like him..."


    "... if the black Duke had chosen to be honest with the Dragon Queen instead of hiding everything to protect her and betrayed her trust in him, all this might have been avoided..."


    Loren clenched his fist and clenched it hard until every knuckle began to turn white, his arm trembled slightly and breathed between his teeth.


    He looked up at his trusted friend.


    It''s really hard to judge whether it''s right to do so.


    But at least one thing, I was convinced by master asamai - if I really regard them as friends and friends who can be absolutely trusted without consideration, I should not hide them.


    The grey pupil boy tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and his concerned and confused eyes kept wandering back and forth in Lauren''s face and behind him, afraid to speak easily.


    "Lucian, can you... Do me a favor?"


    The dark haired wizard spoke slowly.


    "Er?!" the grey pupil was slightly stunned. He didn''t seem to have fully responded: "of course, please tell me."


    "I need you to find some people and call them all as soon as possible and gather at the wizard tower... Well, right here." Loren''s chest fluctuated violently and tried his best to suppress his voice:


    "Please tell them that I have something... Important to announce."


    "I see." Lucian nodded without hesitation, vaguely aware that something was wrong with Lauren, he still chose to remain silent:


    "So... Who are they?"


    "Everyone."


    Huh?


    "I said... Everyone." Loren took a long breath: "mentor Dalton, ain, Isaac, Charlotte, Earl of fury castle, Eckert, master ashmai... And you; all you can remember and find, call them, all of them!"


    Lucian was shocked and looked at the black haired wizard staring at him in amazement.


    "Yes... Yes --!!!"


    The falling voice was accompanied by a gust of wind. The figure of the gray pupil boy had disappeared, leaving only a string of footprints on the ground.


    Slowly retracting his eyes, Loren raised his head and looked at the silent red blood Castle outside the railing in a complex mood; Dawn has broken in the East, and the long night has finally come to an end.


    Suddenly there was a cold touch. In his eyes, a glittering hexagon was melting on the back of his hand.


    Winter is coming.