"I'm very sorry, your excellency Loren Turin. But my little niece Ariel would very much like to see you - I know it may surprise you, and I hope you can meet her little wish, just drink a cup of mint tea with her."

So the dark haired wizard appeared in the carriage of the carriage.

Although not spacious, the carriage is very exquisite. At the foot is a soft red silk blanket, with a small brown round table in the middle, and several small drawers on both sides. The faint incense makes the environment in the carriage very comfortable.

As for the person who wanted to see herself - slightly raised her head, a delicate girl in a cloak knelt on the other side of the round table, fiddling with the teapot on the table, moving gently but very seriously, as if there was a sense of ritual between her gestures.

No, even compared with the small wizard, the "girl" looks too thin. Her white skin and slender body seem to be ceramics that break at the touch of a touch. Her long hair is also some decaying gray white. Her hazy pupils seem to be covered with a layer of gauze, and the blood vessels below can be seen on both sides of her cheeks.

Loren is not proficient in herbal medicine and has no research on medical skills, but I'm afraid it's a great miracle for a little girl who is sick to this extent to live.

While Loren was still looking at each other, the little girl was struggling to lift the teapot with both hands, brew two cups of mint tea, and push one of them in front of him: "please."

The quiet and small sound is not even easy to be detected. With a formulaic smile, Lauren held the tea cup in both hands and nodded modestly: "thank you."

This action seemed to make the girl feel a little more favorable to him, a little more blush on her white cheeks, holding a tea cup and covering her face with her sleeve.

Lauren, who narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the tea cup and sipped. He could feel that the opposite line of sight was staring at himself motionless. It was a look that made him quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for the time being.

Mint tea tastes very good. If you only put thin lotus leaves, the taste will be very strong, or even can't drink at all; But this cup not only retains the cold fragrance, but also has a bit more mellow. I'm afraid it also adds honey and fresh wicker juice, and the cooking process is extremely delicate

"What a masterpiece." he solemnly put down the tea cup, and Lauren's face showed a very enjoyable smile.

The girl lowered her head slightly, as if she was very embarrassed. Loren took the opportunity to pick up the teapot and refilled her cup: "I don't know what you're looking for me?"

The black haired wizard deliberately put his words very slowly and gently, like a frightened girl slowly put down her tea cup and looked at Loren with some timidity: "you must have found it long ago?"

"Sorry, actually I asked my uncle to let you go with us. As for the reason..."

"You knew from the beginning that I was not a wandering knight, but a wizard. I think that's why?" seeing that the girl was hard to speak, Loren said it for her.

"Yes, because lottel's wizard is really unheard of, so... I'm a little curious." the girl generously admitted: "re introduce, my name is Ariel, Ariel corona, from eboden."

"Loren Turin is from vimpal college." Loren replied with a smile: "the Wizards of the Principality of lottel are basically from there."

"Then why does Mr. Lorraine want to go to eboden to study?"

"Of course, for our foreign wizards, eboden is like heaven." the black haired wizard deliberately said in a yearning tone: "free from secular interference, don't worry about the entanglement of the church, you can freely immerse yourself in the ocean of knowledge. What can it be if it's not heaven?"

"Really?"

Ariel's expression was very subtle, and a trace of regret appeared on her morbid and delicate face: "it's a pity that there is no heaven in the world. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed when you get to eboden."

"Even so, I can claim to be a wizard who has been to eboden." Loren shrugged his shoulders calmly: "as for whether heaven is so beautiful... It depends on the perspective of the problem."

"Just like some recent rumors about eboden, an alchemy that can cure all diseases."

The black haired wizard pretended to be "unintentional" and said: "who can say that this is not a special miracle - the most important thing is that this is not the descent of the Holy Cross, but the miracle created by our humble human beings!"

The girl's expression was surprised: "I, I think everyone in the Principality of lottel is very religious. Do you say so... You don't believe in the Holy Cross?"

"Of course I believe, but at the same time I am also a wizard." the black haired wizard raised his mouth: "so I believe that the Holy Cross should be a supreme existence, a giant overlooking our little creatures at all times; but... I don't believe there will be any heaven. I'm afraid few wizards will believe it."

"Because wizards are people who live in the present and the future." Ariel nodded approvingly, and her pale thin lips showed some smiles.

"Then, do you believe that there are other gods in this world?"

The voice of the delicate girl was very slight, but it seemed to have some magic to let Lauren put down the tea cup.

"Excuse me... What were you talking about?"

"In many ancient legends, in addition to the Holy Cross, the world once had many gods, some evil, some cunning, some keen on killing, some love talking... But now they have disappeared."

"Maybe... They didn't disappear, but hid." the girl's voice came into Lauren's ear and filled his teacup with a smile:

"Would you like another cup of mint tea?"

I don't know if it's an illusion. Loren vaguely heard a hungry voice. But in the quiet carriage, there was no sound at all except the bubbling hot tea.

"Bang --!"

The carriage door was pushed open, and the fat caravan leader looked at Lauren in panic: "Lord Lauren, we are surrounded by ghouls!"

"How many?!"

"I don't know, but I'm afraid there are hundreds!" the leader of the caravan swallowed his saliva. "You're a wandering Knight of the loterians, so you must know how to deal with these monsters!"

"Leave it to me!"

Nodding, Laurent smiled confidently at him and put the tea cup on the table: "thank you for your mint tea, Miss Ariel corona. I may have to leave for a while!"

Before he finished, the dark haired wizard disappeared from the car.

He picked up his sword. As soon as Loren came to the middle of the camp, a black feather Eagle landed on his shoulder, and his scarlet eyes kept staring at him.

"There's something wrong with that girl. She has obvious traces of void power." Asriel's voice appeared in his mind.

"Are you sure?"

"... my dear Loren, when did people cheat you?" the young man's voice suddenly became very wronged: "even if you really don't believe poor Asriel, you should at least believe yourself?"

"You mean she's a witch?" Lauren raised her eyebrows. "Like Ayn?"

"Maybe so, but it may be more dangerous." Asriel's voice was extremely pondering: "anyway, caution is always necessary."

"... there seems to be something wrong with you, dear Asriel. You don't like talking so much."

The black haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly: "did you find anything?"

"I just want to remind you, dear friend, that you should be vigilant at all times." the young man's voice became lazy:

"Don't forget, the place we're going to is eboden - it's necessary to be cautious in the face of a group of wizards."