Chapter 80

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

The little wizard standing by the stairs shrunk his neck and suddenly looked back at Isaac behind him: "do you want to be found by your tutor?"

"I just think it's a serious mistake," Isaac said innocently, and then rolled his eyes: "besides, the tutor, he's still with the Dean, and he can't hear us even if we break his throat!"

"What's more, if Loren runs away, even if mentor Dalton is so stupid as you, he can guess who did it."

"First of all, you are the fool; second, it has nothing to do with whether you will find it." the itchy Ayn looked at the guy angrily: "do you want to watch him die?"

"I think there's a logical mistake in your words." Isaac still couldn't help but want to interrupt: "we don't know what the dean and tutor will do with him, and you say as if they will."

"Shut up, are you coming or not?"

"Can I go back now?" Isaac rolled his eyes again.

Although they didn't know what had happened that night, they also noticed a trace of abnormality from Dalton kand's expression. Even Dean Peter ordered them not to touch Loren.

In addition to the battle in the chapel and the rumors that ayin had noticed that Loren was looking for something and about the secrets of the college, the little wizard came to an unreliable conclusion.

Loren, who left that night, was actually looking for something, and was discovered by his mentor and Dean when he was about to succeed.

Although Isaac's criticism of ayin's conclusion is a product of subjective judgment and intuition, it is true that Loren was locked up. No matter how much he says, he can't really ignore it.

"In short, the whole plan is like this - I'll untie Loren's shackles with Ghoul solvent first. You're responsible for watching the wind and remember to open the window. We'll wait until we confirm that the mentor hasn't come back..."

The little wizard was giving orders. Isaac suddenly widened his eyes and patted her on the shoulder, which made AI Yin frown: "what are you doing? Can you still be the tutor back?"

"You guessed right."

The almost cold voice frightened Ayn and almost cried out. She took a deep breath and looked at the black wizard standing behind her. Her eyes alone made her hair stand on end!

"I didn't hear you just now." the black wizard bowed down and looked at his apprentices with his hands behind his back. "Maybe you can explain it again."

"I..." the little wizard twitched his throat and was pressed behind him by Isaac before he said anything: "we're going to save Loren from you and the Dean!"

"Oh?" Dalton slowed down. "I warned you not to meddle in this matter."

"Yes, but ain ridiculously thought you would kill or maim Loren." Isaac held his neck and still refused to give in: "although I think this view is very ridiculous, I also have no evidence to prove it wrong!"

"So in the way of a qualified wizard, since it can't be proved wrong, it must be acquiesced that it is correct, and I can't accept the result. Loren Turin is one of my only two friends, and I can't watch him happen!"

"The above is my argument!" Isaac, with his eyes wide and trembling, blocked the little wizard behind him and stared at Dalton's expression motionless.

"Wonderful inference, but it's a false proposition." Dalton raised his eyebrow. "It's completely absurd speculation - you can get assurance from me that Loren Turin will not die, at least not in my hands."

"Dean Peter..." Ayn was still worried.

"Dean Peter is having an interview with him." the black wizard looked at his study and narrowed his eyes slightly. "As for what the result is, the key is himself."

......................... "I want to thank you before I officially start talking."

The old man sitting in front of Lauren looked at him with an incomparably sincere expression and a pair of incomparably soft eyes: "no matter what you did, your words, deeds and actions saved the college, although it was not the way I expected."

Looking at Lauren who was not moved by this, Peter couldn't help sighing: "from the first day you came, I had hoped that you could really take this place as your home."

"I know Dalton and I treat you very harshly, and have forced you to do a lot of things, even risking your life; but we are also trying to trust you and trust you, which is not an easy process for both of us."

"I can understand." Lauren, who has never trusted others, thought, "so I'm sorry to betray your trust - and I've been hiding something about vampires."

"Loren, you are not an ambitious man like Karan. I don't believe you want to know this... Terrible secret for no reason." Peter still didn't give up: "it must be some special reason that forced you to do so."

"Tell us, maybe we can help you get rid of it, and I promise you won't suffer any unfair treatment again. I will treat you as a nephew and cultivate you into a real caster."

Loren knew very well that the old man had no reason to deceive himself. And there was a moment when he really moved, but it was just "moving".

He and Asriel have been tied together and are grasshoppers on a rope - in fact, it's not accurate to say that. If he dies, this guy will go back to his cellar at most.

With a wry smile on his lips, Loren shrugged his shoulders. "Thank you for your kindness, Dean Peter. But I'm really sorry I can't tell you."

"So let me save you time persuading me. Now I want to know what you and your mentor are going to do with me?"

Peter looked at Lauren with a complicated look, but he could only sigh. He really liked the apprentice, not only because of his excellent tracking and search ability, but also because of his spell talent.

What he really cares about is Loren's communicative ability, which is a weakness for most wizards who don't go out all year round. For the always precarious college, it's too valuable to have such a wizard who is good at dealing with people.

But Peter was not a man who cared too much about gain and loss, so he returned to normal with a little regret: "a clever child like you must know that Dalton and I are not going to hurt you."

Of course, Lauren nodded. If they really want to kill themselves, they shouldn't treat themselves - isn't it more convenient to put them where they can wait for the seriously injured to die? You don't have to dirty your hands.

"But similarly, you can't continue to stay at vimpal college, although I very much hope you can stay." the old man sighed: "the hidden risk factors in you are likely to threaten the college, and I think you know it yourself."

"I understand." of course, Loren knew that he would not let a time bomb stay in his college. This has nothing to do with personal feelings, but irresponsibility.

"I'll find a way to arrange it as soon as possible. I won't throw you out of the house directly." Peter kindly rubbed Lauren's head: "vimpal welcomes you back whenever you want."

"By the way, maybe you don't know yet - Dalton personally robbed you from Francis that night, and then took you back to his study for treatment. He is almost responsible for your survival."

"I've never seen Dalton kand like that, and I've never heard him say anything like that. He really regards you as his apprentice." the old man's face was filled with a smile: "he cares about you more than you think, boy."

After saying this, Peter turned and left, "Oh, yes. Now that you have untied the shackles, I won't give you another key. Have a good sleep."

"Alas?" a strange expression suddenly appeared on Lauren's face. When the old man left, he took out two shackles that had been broken by his own violence from under the quilt and stared at them a little depressed.

"... when was it discovered?"