Chapter 205 (1/2)

When Loren arrived at the theater west of eboden, the first play had begun.

Logan in a hat

A legend that has been circulating in eboden for many years is also the most popular drama here. It is said that the first author of this legend is a priest of the Holy Cross Church, but it is not famous or even unheard of in many places outside eboden.

Because the protagonist of the story, an old man named Logan, was an almost legendary wizard, but eventually became a saint.

He walked everywhere and visited every corner of the Empire. Almost all the stories are about him using his wisdom and knowledge to help local people solve difficulties; Whenever he solves a problem, there is often a second one.

In Logan's last adventure, he was forced to fight to the death with the ancient evil god, but he was betrayed by a fake priest, defeated and turned into a fool. He wandered around madly until he died, and his soul ascended to heaven and turned into a saint

A wizard blessed by the Holy Cross, a shameless and insidious priest - one can imagine the attitude of the Holy Cross Church towards this drama. Even if the priest is fake, the Church cannot accept a blasphemous wizard and be qualified to become a saint, which is more difficult than being slapped in the face.

In eboden, dominated by wizards, ”Logan in a hat” has almost become a play that must be performed in every theater. The end of the tragedy is not only to put gold on the faces of wizards, but also to make them feel the same.

Exploring the knowledge of the world and wandering in the void is an extremely dangerous behavior. Any mistake will end in eternal loss. Countless wizards have become crazy by the ”truth” they can't understand.

The more you know, the closer the danger is; Wisdom does not bring happiness, but pain and disaster - this is the real intention of the creator.

... following the servants of the corona family, Loren walked through the corridor from the stairs to the second floor. After a long corridor, the servant stopped outside a box.

”Please come in, Miss Ariel is waiting for you.” the servant knocked on the wall three times and opened the door for him.

The box was not big, and there was nothing else except two benches and a tea table. The delicate girl curled up in the chair heard the movement behind her, turned her cheek slightly, and smiled slightly on her pale face:

”You finally came. I thought you would refuse.”

”I'm a little wizard, how can I have such courage?” Lauren, who walked into the door, smiled at me with an unassuming smile, but his heart was not so calm.

Of course, he is not stupid enough to think that the other party asked him out just to see a play. Not to mention what the other party gave himself - that beautifully wrapped envelope with an invitation from the Bellini family.

It's what you need.

Knowing what the other party wants, you can play it with applause... Obviously, the corona family is very familiar with this trick. I didn't wait for myself to speak, so I prepared everything again and again.

The more frequent the courtship, the more it made Lauren feel inexplicably nervous. Because free pies are often poisonous.

”But you have refused once. I once invited you to my house, remember?” the pale Ariel whispered, ”it seems that you don't care.”

”I thought you were just being polite.” Lauren calmly sat in another chair with steady eyes: ”it always makes people vigilant in the face of kindness without reason.”

The girl in front of me was as pale as I saw last time. She was wearing a peacock blue wide sleeved lace skirt, so that her thin and delicate body would not be too abrupt. Her long silver gray hair was scattered behind her and curled up in the center of the chair like a cat.

If not delicate to morbid, girls seem to be a lovely type.

”What do you think we're plotting for you?” Ariel's expression was a little confused. ”I think we have a bad intention to help you?”

”I'm sorry, but if you can tell me what this little wizard can do for the corona family... Or what you can do for you, it may reassure me.” the black haired wizard didn't deny her, but simply acquiesced: ”your help is so generous that I'm a little scared.”

”So it is...” the muttering girl lowered her head, and her long silver gray hair covered her face: ”it seems that she is a little anxious.”