Chapter 81 (1/2)
Before she recovered, Loren had already started packing.
It's luggage. In fact, there's nothing to take with you when you go out. The old knight Leonardo left him only a horse and a sword.
The long sword was repaired by Loren. As for the old horse - it was too old to ”provide for the elderly” in a stable. It just accompanied the old knight and Loren for more than three years. Finally, it died and was buried in a corner of the college by Loren.
Although the master here is a wizard, it's worth living as a war horse to sleep in a castle.
I was in a hurry to pack up because I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I must have been watched by the fascist priest, and continuing to stay will only add more trouble to the college.
Lauren hates trouble and all kinds of high-risk and uncertain emergencies that come with it - he is in enough trouble after having a ”teenager” to accompany him all his life, so it's better to be as smooth as possible.
”Oh, it seems that Asriel is hated again.”
With a little wronged tone in the familiar voice, Loren raised his head not surprisingly, and the boy's lovely smile came into his sight: ”it seems that complaining about others has become Loren's habit.”
”Although I think my next sentence will soon become a habit, I still have to ask.” Lauren said with a little irony: ”where did you come from?”
”It's very simple. As a vampire - even if it's just a young vampire, I also have the ability to imitate and become some kind of animal.” the teenager smiled with an expression of ”you really don't know”: ”usually people think that vampires can only become bats, which is actually a serious misunderstanding.”
”So you can become a horse or something?” Lauren joked lazily, ”that's convenient. I just lack one, modern walking tools.”
”If I can, I prefer to be a bird.” the boy with his hands on his back tilted his head, and a faint charming smile came up at the corners of his mouth:
”The bird of Hermes is my name. It eats its own wings to control my heart.”
Hearing this sentence, Loren flashed an obliteration from the corners of his eyes, but he still kept a smile on his face: ”you peeked at my memory? It seems that you never told me this.”
”It should be said that after I was connected with your spiritual palace, some of our memories have crossed each other.” the teenager blinked: ”I can't blame you, but you don't know.”
”Well, how many things do I not know?”
”Dear Lauren, don't be too anxious.” Asriel raised his mouth: ”considering that we still have decades to get along, I have to maintain a little mystery to make this friendship last forever ~.”
For a moment, Loren wanted to fight the risk of becoming a fool and make this guy ”forever”.
”Instead of continuing to talk, don't you plan to see the farewell gifts prepared by your friends for you?” the teenager jokingly pointed to the things next to him: ”in fact, I'm also very curious.”
Loren sighed and opened the two delicate boxes thoughtfully. It was obvious that he could not have a third friend except Isaac and the little wizard.
A genius gave himself a complete set of notes compiled by him, or some kind of religious propaganda manual - the full text tells the arguments and views of an unknown genius wizard, his analysis and cognition of emptiness in his short research career, and the significance of these discoveries to all wizards and even the whole world.
Although the whole manual is full of strong narcissistic plots, it still has some inspiration, which can make him take fewer detours in the future.
Ayn Rand's gift is much more direct - the synthesis of common alchemy potions, as well as a whole box of materials and their collection methods, are too practical to be more practical.
”They really care about you. Obviously, they are just a 'friend' who can't get along for half a year.” the boy's blood red eyes flashed a joke: ”it's really interesting. It's easy to trust others and be fooled around.”
”You know, they even planned to save you. It's so interesting, I think...”
”Shut up!”