Shaman from Afar

At the beginning of the Chinese lantern, the exquisite fluorite lamp made the banquet hall of the Red Blood Castle palace bright and bright. Midsummer colors.

Exquisite breakfast, cozy lunch, sumptuous dinner-the life of the Bayern people is like this. If there is no dinner of seven or even eleven courses, a Bayern noble may not be happy to move the fork.

Deep-fried golden crispy bread slices topped with mayonnaise, aromatic fresh fish soup;

Pork sausage, pork tendon meat, white lentils stewed to crispy and delicious bean stew;

There is also a white sauce stewed with onions, carrots, celery, mushrooms, butter, and potato stew ... just looking at it makes people salivate.

Looking at the table full of delicacies, the dark-haired wizard glanced at the Countess sitting directly opposite him with as much light as possible in the corners of his eyes, and then carefully looked at both sides ...

"Why?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow coldly. "Don't like it? Withdraw if you don't like it, and let the kitchen do it again!"

"No, I don't like it." Loren smiled reluctantly. "Just ..."

"Just what?"

"Just ... how about the two of us?" The dark-haired wizard's smile was a bit stiff. "What about the others?"

As he said, Loren's gaze shifted involuntarily to the empty chairs on both sides of the long table; a large banquet hall was actually only him and Charlotte; let alone other people, even Charles even in the court The servants couldn't see it.

Coupled with the countess's cold expression to minus zero, the warm and comfortable atmosphere of the banquet hall made it look like a lonely grave in the midnight jungle ...

"other people?"

The countess snorted first, and then asked angrily: "Are you talking about the wizard Ain Rand, or your little lover from Ebden?"

"Uh ... wait a minute! I really have nothing to do with Ariel ..."

"If it was the lady of the Corona family, she would eat in her room now." Charlotte, with a sullen face, sneered with a contemptuous smile: "It's better to want someone to feed one by one. Hurry up and let me bother you two! "

The silver knife flickered on the plate, and in a blink of an eye a whole piece of sausage had become a puree, **** and flesh, extremely fierce.

The corner of the dark-haired wizard's mouth twitched inexplicably.

"As for Lord Ain Rand ... in order to take care of you, he (she) did not close his eyes for seven days and seven nights, almost did not drip before you got better, and just returned to the Wizards Association for rest in the last two days;"

The frosted Charlotte cut the beef on the plate neatly in half with a knife. Through the table, Loren could notice how uncomfortable she was: "A guy like you can actually have this to you. A caring friend ... I do n’t know if it ’s your luck or Ein Rand ’s misfortune! "

While speaking, Charlotte backhanded a piece of beef with a knife and delivered it to his mouth, but the extremely elegant movements still made people feel like a grin.

Loren just wanted to say something, and he sighed slightly.

It seems that Charles is right, she is really in a bad mood, and quite bad.

As for the reason; well, it ’s actually not difficult to guess at all ... is n’t it?

"Charles told me that you went to meet the knight lords all over Bayern this afternoon." Loren smiled slightly, making his tone as gentle as possible:

"I heard that they ..."

"Why, do you still want to invite them to come together ?!" Charlotte suddenly raised his eyebrows, his shoulders undulating violently: "Okay, it's up to you to tell them how I let the cathedral be in front of me. The mob can still be indifferent! "

Before the words fell, her face flushed with anger, and she suddenly picked up a glass of red blood wine and sipped her head up. Loren watched in shock.

The vigorous syrup flowed down the throat, making Charlotte's complexion a little brighter; the bright red lips gasped violently, but he did not calm the restless heart at all, but was even more lost.

Silence, deathly silence.

Looking at the bowed head, the countess biting her lower lip, Loren raised his mouth slightly, sighed, and stood up from the chair with difficulty, walking towards her.

"Loren, you ..."

Realizing that the dark-haired wizard was getting closer and closer, Charlotte, slightly surprised, raised his head sharply, and just reached out to stop what he wanted to say, and watched him sit down beside him abruptly.

"Don't ask, don't say, don't answer."

The dark-haired wizard calmly took the wine bottle, refilled it for herself and herself, and brought the wine glass to Charlotte: "Drink, just fine."

"You, can't you still drink?"

"Exception tonight." Loren tilted his mouth, his dark eyes staring at the countess.

Looking at the slightly provocative eyes, Charlotte, who was somewhat dissatisfied, snorted, grabbed the glass and drank it; the black-haired wizard who shrugged raised his neck and poured it.

Hmm ... I'm probably going to die after tonight?

The bright red **** syrup, burning like fire; the countess with bright cheeks was not more energetic, but rather lonely, and knocked the glass on the table suddenly: "Come again!"

Loren drank it and poured a full glass for her: "Dare you drink it?"

"Who's afraid of who?" The count dropped, and the count never gave in.

"Drinking too much may be ashamed tomorrow."

"Why, are you scared?"

"I'm worried about you."

"Worry yourself first!"

The dark-haired wizard smiled slightly, and filled her quietly again.

"You have a hard time today."

"I……?!"

"You're having a hard time today." Loren interrupted the breathless countess calmly, gazing gently at her eyebrows ... in Charlotte's eyes, she seemed to be staring at her eyes, subconsciously trying to avoid , But could not escape.

"Tomorrow, more knight lords and nobles will arrive in the Red Blood Castle. You will have a harder time, a hundred times harder than today." The dark-haired wizard's eyes burned:

"No one will understand you, no one can understand you, no one will know how many difficulties and unspeakable suffering you have ... they can only see your fault, your negligence; you are embarrassed and made mistakes."

Charlotte, whose cheeks were flushed, bit her lower lip tightly, and tried to turn her head a few times but was a little dissatisfied, staring at the face of the dark-haired wizard.

"I guess ... throughout the conference, they ignored your thoughts and blamed your fault, the injustice of the empire, and Byrne should be independent, the glory of the past should be restored, and a new knight should be elected. ... "

"enough!"

The imposing Charlotte stood up sharply, breathing more and more quickly: "Yes, that's it, all of you are satisfied, are you satisfied? Should you be satisfied?"

"I didn't pay any attention to my words. I lost the dignity of the Turin family in front of Quan Baien. I let the Red Blood Castle look down on the ground. Are you happy ?! Satisfied ?! I ..."

The words stopped, and Charlotte froze.

The dark-haired wizard who stood up stood in front of her, with the pupil facing the pupil, and the tip of their noses was only a few centimeters away.

"No, I'm not at all satisfied, really."

Loren stared at her very seriously.

Charlotte, at a loss, was so nervous that she wanted to dodge backwards, but the dark-haired wizard suddenly slammed her right hand; before she could react, the sleeve sword pierced under her wrist was pressed firmly by him. On his shoulders.

"Where is that Charlotte Turin with my sword against my neck in the academy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~?"

"The earl who can scold the imperial prince aloud and can be forced to fight back with only one palace left, where have he gone?"

"I……"

"My Count, you are the Lord of the Red Blood Castle, the Lord of Turin; they are wild on your site, are you ready to indulge these **** bearing the title of knight?" Loren clutched Charlotte tightly Put the sleeve sword in the right hand of the two:

"Show them some colors and see the wrists of the Turin family; let them know your power and our power!"

In a trance, the right hand loosened by the dark-haired wizard slowly fell, realizing that his gaffe Charlotte suddenly stiffened; just wanting to "regain dignity", Loren had already stood in front of the banquet hall with his wand Looking back and smiling at myself:

"It's too cold at night, go back and get some sleep ...

Rest assured, everything has me. "