Chapter 364 (1/2)
”May I come in?”
Although it was a polite question, the man waiting outside the door was in a fundamentally indisputable tone, and the courtesy button was like an alarm bell.
The little wizard lay alert by the door, stared at the patient man outside the door from the gap, closed his mouth and dared not breathe.
Connord de sallion... What's he doing here?
The door was unlocked, and the cold faced connord knocked again:
”Lord Ayn Rand, I know you're in there - if you don't want me in, you can tell me directly. There's no need to pretend to be stupid.”
There was still no response behind the door.
”Well...” Prince sakran did not look half angry: ”Lord Ayn Rand, I wish you a happy mood. Excuse me.”
The little wizard behind the door took a deep breath and took a deep breath with all his strength. Firmly clenched the handle and pushed the door open.
”I'm sorry, your highness crown prince Connaught.”
”There's nothing to be sorry about, sir Ayn Rand.” connord, who was just about to turn around and leave, stopped, and his cold face showed a trace of gentleness, still the indisputable tone:
”Can we come in and talk? It's too cold in winter on duanjie mountain.”
Of course, the little wizard can't refuse. Especially in the face of Prince saklan, she can't think of any good reason - dignity, momentum and that expression. Brandon, a peaceful and easy-going man, is completely positive and negative.
The room is a large reading room. There are also a large number of alchemists and pharmacists in duanjieshan fortress, who serve as auxiliary soldiers of the Legion. Many of them were recruited from East and West Saxony on temporary orders, and some apprentices from the wizard college had to join the army because they could not afford high tuition fees.
Although the Holy Cross protested and opposed countless times, an excellent pharmacist can save hundreds of wounded soldiers, and a skilled Alchemist is an indispensable talent for the logistics of the Legion.
Holding the water cup in her hand, the little wizard sat opposite connord with his head down. The rest of his eyes kept sweeping over each other's face. Every moment of sight touch made her nervous and fidgety.
No matter how slow, Ayn still knows that the crown prince has a bad relationship with Brandon, and Loren is Brandon's wizard adviser - she's not Isaac, of course she knows what it means.
”Don't be so nervous, Lord Ayn Rand; I just stopped by and suddenly wanted to say hello.”
Connord said calmly, ”you don't have to worry about what I will do to you - yes, my relationship with Brandon is not very good; but I'm not my brother who likes mischief, and I won't deliberately hurt the innocent people around him.”
”In fact, besides saying hello, I want to thank you more.”
”Thank you?” the little wizard's face flashed a trace of confusion. He didn't expect the other party to say so and looked at him.
No... it should be that the dignified Prince of saxophone would thank others?
”Hug, sorry, but I don't quite understand...”
”The alchemist of the fortress, they have told me.”
Connord slowly opened his mouth and interrupted ayin's words: ”you helped them complete a simple formula, so that the fortress can use the only materials to make kindling agent when the supply is cut off in the rear. Although the power and effect are slightly inferior, it is at least effective.”
”For this, as the commander of duanjieshan fortress, I must express my most sincere thanks to you - and I can assure you that duanjieshan fortress will never forget your achievements. We will name this new type of igniter after you!”
”Use, use my name?!”
Ayn, who had just taken a sip of water, almost sprayed it directly on connord's face:
”No, no, no... You are so polite! It's really nothing. I just helped; the alchemists of the fortress are actually about to succeed. Even without me, it's just a matter of time!”