After the happiness of the senses has passed, great sadness comes with it; If it doesn''t completely occupy your heart, it will also completely confuse and numb you.
Loren can''t remember where he heard this sentence, but he thinks it makes sense... At least once.
Joy begets sorrow, which is probably the concept.
After indulging in pleasure, wantonly enjoying all the pleasures that can be enjoyed in material or spirit, and paralyzing thinking, people... Are really numb; And the more you enjoy it, the greater the sadness that follows, to the point where it can flow back into a river.
I had enough of my favorite food, drank countless wine, finished the movie happily, and read a book without sleep and food... All kinds of indulgence, but the results were the same: tired.
The end of happiness is grief, and the peak of excitement is fatigue.
The long-standing emotion has been greatly relaxed and will not feel happy. It is more like... Nature; People will become indifferent and calm, like detached from the secular world.
There seems to be a saying... What''s the name, what model?
Oh, sage mode.
Half asleep and half awake, Loren let his thinking drift away, no longer maintained absolute calm, no longer restrained himself, and was very free to think about what is what.
Isaac once laughed at his "state" more than once. In his eyes, all human emotions are actually the functional response of a part of the body, at least the initiative of the body should account for the vast majority.
Only rational and calm thinking is the embodiment of the existence of consciousness; Therefore, wizards must remain absolutely calm, and only women who use perceptual thinking in the eyes of most wizards are considered unfit to become wizards, and even have a serious prejudice that "witches are demons".
Once subject to the body rather than consciousness itself, the low resistance of human beings to the force of emptiness will be quickly corroded, swallowed up and even completely "transformed", and become a "monster" or "living dead" manipulated by the force of emptiness.
Because it is very difficult to keep absolute calm and control consciousness, the number of wizards is so rare that they can be counted clearly with their fingers in every region.
But
Loren was convinced that Isaac now was absolutely "addicted" to the emotions expressed by physical functions, just as he had laughed at himself.
The midnight wind, passing through the main gate of Byrne Cathedral, echoed in the open hall.
With the sound of the breeze shaking the curtains, the windows on both sides of the hall were "purring", and the heavy gate also made a "squeaking" sound, but it was not noisy at all, and it was a bit silent.
It''s winter, but it doesn''t seem so cold whether it''s the bluestone slab under the back or the statue of the Holy Cross close to the top of the head.
The clothes of the two people were so scattered in front of the main altar, with a crooked appearance, or they covered them carelessly. They couldn''t even cover many places that should be covered or "don''t need to be covered".
Of course, neither Loren nor Charlotte is a devout "Holy Cross" believer, but he is still worried about how to explain to little priest Weber if he finds anything.
Accidentally fell... It''s too tacky.
After praying all night, he couldn''t help sleeping... He shouldn''t believe it.
The black haired wizard slowly glanced, curled Charlotte''s long hair spread out, dragged her pillow on his right arm, and the slightly trembling cherry lips made a slight "call", with the eyebrows and eyes also rising and falling.
She''s pretending to sleep.
But Loren didn''t want to pierce it. He even had an idea of "if it could go on forever", although it was only a flash.
Beautiful, tall and lazy.
Her eyes swept over her naturally, and three words immediately floated into the mind of the black haired wizard.
Charlotte, who is keen on costumes and banquets, may be the girl who cares most about her "body shape" - born with Knight blood. Her skeleton is actually wider than that of an ordinary girl, but her slender body shape does not seem too much, symmetrical and not thin.
Symmetrical and strong limbs, round and smooth curves, and thighs keep consistent roundness and fullness due to persistent exercise; Obviously, the body can''t see any edges and corners of "knife cutting and axe carving". The skin is as white and delicate as silk, but it contains endless explosive power.
This is not the strangest.
Charlotte loves drinking. She has three meals in the morning, afternoon and evening, plus snacks in the afternoon, and occasionally "late night". At least one glass or more of wine. What to drink and how much to drink depends on her mood.
That''s it. Her lower abdomen is still so flat and thin. She can''t touch a trace of fat when lying on her side
It''s amazing.
With this idea of "exploring the truth", the black haired wizard slightly strengthened his strength, hoping to find some traces on the smooth and elastic skin and find out the truth of all this.
"Pa!"
The stabbing pain from his arm made Loren naturally stop.
Slowly turned her head, Charlotte was staring at herself, her watery eyes like a wronged and angry little lion; A thin layer of cherry lips perfectly "fit" on Loren''s right arm.
"You bit me."
Loren simply explained what was happening.
She glared at him fiercely, and Charlotte showed no sign of letting go.
"It''s bleeding."
Glancing at the red on his shoulder, Loren described something that had happened.
So Charlotte bit harder.
"If you do this again, I''ll cry - this is the main hall of Byrne Cathedral, which is across the corridor from Weber''s bedroom. If I shout out, he must be the first to react. I guess we''ll both be very embarrassed, especially embarrassed..."
The words stopped abruptly and were all blocked in his mouth.
Of course, it would be better if there was no smell of blood, Lauren thought.
Two minutes later, the two ended the "breath holding game" before each other was about to suffocate.
"Do you... Think I''m a very annoying, too strong and considerate girl?" asked Charlotte, who was red and panting.
"No, not at all." Lauren shook his head. "I think you are a girl who knows how to use your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and be good at getting everything you want."
"This is to repeat what I just said, and then change the meaning a little."
"Not at all. If you think about it again, you will find many different places... Many."
"That''s what you think, isn''t it?"
"I''m not."
"You really think so!"
Loren suddenly wondered how his words contained two distinct and opposite meanings at the same time?
Suddenly, a surprising idea suddenly rushed into Loren''s mind.
Oh, wait, is she... Coquettish?
With a look of inexplicable expectation, Loren set his eyes on Charlotte''s beautiful face - the wrinkled eyebrows, the sharp sword like eyes, the red face trembled slightly, the cherry lips closed tightly, and there were faint signs of clenching her teeth
The fierce beast preyed on him and wanted to devour him alive in the next second, which made Loren smile and agree with his idea in the bottom of his heart.
Yes, definitely not!
I really think too much!
Charlotte Turin, her pride, arrogance, self righteousness, various rules, customs and traditions... Not so much because of her childhood education, but more like a struggle, a struggle with the world.
She is proud because she dare not be weak and dare not expose her good side; Such arrogance has forced her to protect her family in a low voice. Once she shows weakness, the consequences will only make the enemy worse;
I envy Isaac and Ayn for having her own friends, not because she can''t get them, but because she doesn''t dare to fight for them - the fear that the other party has ulterior motives and that she will be deceived makes her instinctively refuse friendship;
As for the title of earl, the adherence to tradition and rules is not out of education, but more like her armor; Although this set of rules is not fair to her, at least there are rules; In the face of such an unfair world, the so-called "fairness" has long been an extravagant hope.
Such a time of strong pride, doing everything possible to maintain the status quo and living in fear created Charlotte Turin today... The courage she showed when she really decided not to "dream" and "revive" and decided to live for herself
Is her most charming place.
"Do you think I''m special..." she murmured, and Charlotte still asked, "very frivolous?"
Her face flushed slightly when she asked.
Of course, Loren didn''t see exactly what the red looked like. It was too dark.
But
Well, another proposition.
"You''re drunk," Lauren replied carefully.
Never answer her questions head-on and explain for her in a roundabout way... This is the experience that Loren has spent several years summing up.
Although this method is not easy to use, because Charlotte''s mood is like a barometer of freedom.
"But, but if it weren''t a frivolous girl, she wouldn''t do... Such a thing after drinking, right? Ain wouldn''t... No." Charlotte shook her head:
"Ai Yin, she can''t drink at all. She won''t let herself lose her mind and be so impulsive..."
She is still complaining, or tangled - the black haired wizard can even see two "little Charlottes", one black and one white, beating vigorously and vividly on her head.
Charlotte, who obeys the tradition, is in the final desperate struggle with Charlotte who lives for herself.
Loren can understand exactly what she thinks now. It should not be because she has experienced a similar psychological process, so she knows why she is so frightened.
Leaving the old "world" and entering a completely unknown environment is easy to panic; Sudden changes in temperament are light. It''s not surprising that even a person changes.
If you let Loren in his previous life contact with himself in this life, I''m afraid it will be difficult for both sides to understand each other''s ideas again - at least, at that time, they could never face life and death so calmly, face the "power" that might make them crazy at any time, and talk and laugh with their evil gods who obviously have no good intentions.
Of course, if I looked at myself at that time, I might be crazy now.
So Lorens has no doubt which "little Charlotte" can win the final victory.
"Frivolous or not, I''m not sure." Lauren said slowly, "but I know you''re brave."
Charlotte was still very unhappy: "I said, changing what I said into a good word can''t..."
"Brave and frivolous, these two words are different... They are not simple antonyms or synonyms." he smiled and Lauren interrupted softly:
"From the first time we met... More accurately, the second time we met, I knew how brave you were."
Charlotte snorted and seemed to disapprove of Loren''s "praise".
The proud Countess hates meaningless flattery.
On the contrary, she likes the kind of more practical and "justified" boasting - grasping the degree is a more arduous task than defeating evil gods.
"Of course, I didn''t like you at that time, and I was even tired of dealing with it to a certain extent - although I respected Leonardo, I didn''t have any feelings for the Turin family, and I didn''t think I needed to pay anything for the family."
"But for you, the Turin family and the meaning of this surname are everything - I don''t want to evaluate whether it''s right or wrong, but obviously it''s important to you, so important that you can sacrifice your life for it." Loren whispered:
"Status, honor, title, reputation, dignity... Even myself, these can be abandoned for the same goal; I have never experienced such a feeling, and I never think I can pay so much for something that is not alive, so I dare not say I can understand your mood and thoughts..."
"What are you trying to say?!" Charlotte was impatient.
"I want to say that when I made a choice between the Turin family and Loren Turin, I was completely shocked." the black haired wizard looked at her calmly:
"Abandon all my dreams and place everything on the people I love... I can''t imagine that I can do it."
"I... Loren Turin... How can he de be deeply loved by such a brave woman?"
Charlotte was stunned.
The next second, she will be buried in the arms of the dark haired wizard, close to his chest, hiding a slight tremor, and the uncontrollable crystal in her eyes.
The cold winter wind echoed in the hall, and the dark sky gradually showed its light; At the end of the horizon, there are signs that the dawn is about to bloom.
She gently hugged Charlotte''s waist, and her trembling body did not refuse or resist.
"It''s almost dawn... Weber should get up in an hour."
Gently pressed against her ear, the dark haired wizard whispered:
"We have an hour at most."