Leaving the courtyard quietly, Yiwen Ian leaned against the window in the corridor, looked at the crying girl in the courtyard, and sighed softly.
"Master Ian..." From the shadows under the pillars, Aofeta slowly walked away in the moonlight, and the gentle night wind helped her long white hair up.
Looking at Iven Ian, Eofeta had a look of harshness in his eyes: "You... should know what kind of harm your words will cause to His Highness Edhiel?"
Yiwen Ian looked at Aofeta and smiled bitterly. Aofeta would appear here. He was not surprised. Today was his "offensive day". Before he confirmed that he fell asleep peacefully, the white-haired maid would never go to bed by himself.
"It is better to have a short pain than long pain. Since I have already planned to do that, I will tell her what consequences I will face after I failed to escape." Yiwen Ian explained to Eofeta, subconsciously touching his pocket with his right hand, but there was nothing there. After he was reborn, he quit smoking and drinking. The wine may be touched again, but cigarettes are probably impossible.
But at this moment, he really wanted to get a cigarette to suck it.
"Although reversing the order of sequence will make the two things completely opposite, it cannot change the essence of things."
Yiwen Ian explained subconsciously, as if the silence of yelling like this could calm his heart down.
"As long as she wants to escape, whether she knows my decision to escape in advance or doesn't know, once she fails, she will face such an end - putting the cruel result in advance in front of those who are lucky enough to dispel their idea of doing things indiscriminately. In a sense, it is a principle similar to "killing a chicken to warn the monkey."
Although Ivan Ian's ability is incredibly strong in the eyes of Eofeta, Pernard and others, he only understands that he is just a mortal. After removing the noble and the son of the Duke, he is still just an ordinary person.
Never take chances, this is his strength and his weakness.
Aofeta knew this very well, so she sighed softly and walked towards him: "Master Ian...if you could be more confident..."
No one believes in human goodness more than Yiwen Ian, but in the same way, no one understands human evil more than him.
What Yiwen Ian lacks is trust in others and self-confidence.
In Eofeta's opinion, these are just some simple things.
But Yiwen Ian couldn't think like her. He smiled bitterly: "Aofeta, I have no room for reorganization, nor have the time to revitalize my strength. I don't have the confidence to see a person clearly in just over a month. I dare not take risks because I carry the trust of all of you."
Aofeta walked up to Iven Ian, tidied up his wrinkled clothes for him because of sleep, then gently pressed his palm against his chest, and raised his head to look at his eyes.
The green pupils of the lake were quietly looking at Yiwen Ian in a close place. What they showed in their pupils was absolute trust in him: "Master Ian, no one knows what the future will be like. We trust you not because we believe that you can lead us to victory, but just because we believe in the path you pointed out to us. So please remember this and don't put your behavior and your beliefs before the horse."
"We believe in you because we believe in your personality, your wisdom, and your judgment. Our belief in you is not to give you the shackles and burdens called trust. If you feel that you are willing to believe His Highness Edishir, please don't care about us, just trust your own judgment." After saying that, Eofeta took a step back gently and left Iven Ian's side.
"..." Looking at the girl's clean and beautiful face, Yiwen Ian subconsciously touched her heart. The warmth was faint, and the heat remaining in the girl's palm had not yet dissipated...
“…It seems that I still have a long way to go before a qualified leader…”
Finally, Yiwen Ian muttered like this, turned his head and looked at the girl in the flower bed downstairs. At this time, it seemed that she had finally finished crying. Adesh lowered her head and wiped her tears, stood up, staggered away from the courtyard, and disappeared from Yiwen Ian's sight.
"Let's go, there's still a lot to do tomorrow." Yiwen Ian greeted Eofeta softly and walked towards the bedroom.
Even after listening to Aofeta's words, Yiwen Ian did not regret it. In his outlook on life, he would actively face and correct the result regardless of whether the result was right or wrong.
This is better than sagging your head sadly, regretting and missing the last chance in vain.
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“…This is the manuscript of Volume 10…”
Adeshell quietly placed a thick stack of manuscript paper in front of Yiwen Ian.
"Ah, thank you." Yiwen Ian was writing something at the desk, but he didn't notice Edishil coming in. When he heard her voice, he was startled and raised his head suddenly.
Compared to three days ago, the girl's expression seemed much calmer. More than a day was enough for her to think about many things. Now Adeshill is probably ready to "choose" and "face the results"-
At least that's what Yiwen Ian felt.
But Edishil was obviously more hit than he thought. Although there was nothing on the surface, his golden pupils looked listless - or simply put it simply, the empty pupils without focal length made Yiwen Ian subconsciously feel cold on his back.
"Hatching the premonition..." He murmured subconsciously, then shook his head suddenly, "No! How is this possible!"
Negated his own thoughts.
He turned his attention away, Yiwen Ian lowered his head and looked at the document in his hand: "Do you still remember what I told you the day before yesterday?"
Yiwen Ian didn't see it. Just as the moment he lowered his head, Edishil gently raised his right hand and pointed the golden ring on his index finger at him. The emeralds on it emitted a faint green light.
However, Yiwen Ian's sudden speech scared Edhiel, and she carried her hand behind her back.
"What?" the girl asked faintly.
"I'm going to take you to a place later. You can sit on the sofa for a while. When I finish modifying these things, we'll set off together."
Adeshel hesitated for a moment: "Yes, I understand."
Yiwen Ian didn't have much to deal with today, so he quickly put down his pen.
Although there was a clothes hanger in the study, Yiwen Ian still habitually put the coat on the back of the chair. It was not until he picked up the coat that Edishil suddenly realized that it was not an ordinary coat, but a "uniform", the uniform of the military constitutional officer.
It was not until this time that a trace of curiosity and confusion rekindled in her heart like ashes.
But she didn't ask questions as usual. In fact, from the night before, until just now, she remained in a state of confusion, neither knowing what she wanted to do nor what she was doing.
This may be the sorrow that is more than death. I subconsciously translated the manuscript, put on the ring, and subconsciously raised my hand until Ian's voice woke up, and realized what I just wanted to do.
But strangely, she did not feel regretful, but felt a little relieved. She still realized something in her heart. If she had really stabbed the poison needle in the ring into the back of Yiwen Ian's neck just now, she would be happier.
She felt afraid and love for such herself. Her heart was so painful, but she was extremely sweet and fascinating.
It's like being poisoned.
But now it doesn't work. Just as Yiwen Ian was wearing a mask on his face, the maid Aofeta walked in with a women's coat and parasol as if she had known in advance.
Noting Edhir's gaze, Evan Ian explained a little: "Eofeta will go with us."
Princess Long nodded gently, feeling a little regretful. If this happens, she will not find a chance to start for the time being.
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The magic envoy of Red Lian and the great wizard Assalus Adair, this name is enough to be famous even if you look at the entire empire.
Because he learned from the high-level flame magician Le Havre Arut, in the creation of flame magic, almost no one among the early-level magicians of the imperial truth can go beyond the right of Adele. The powerful flame magic is very suitable for war magic, so before Everin's military reform, it was always the most worthy military magic power in Feldnan's hands.
Even for this reason, Feldnan, the God of War in the Empire and Duke of Silver Rose, had to treat him with equal or even lower disciples when facing Arut, a magician of the Flame that was one level lower than him.
Ten years ago, on the peak of the Fire Magic, almost everyone among the mages in Quannanling aimed at entering the Fire Magic Master Tower, and Arut's disciples were also very proud of this.
In fact, as the most accomplished and most cultivated magic envoy among the Fire Masters of the same generation, Assalus Adair, when he was just an apprentice of a high-level mage, his grades were not ideal in the admission assessment of the Fire Master Tower, and he almost failed to enter the Fire Master Tower and studied.
But on the day the results were announced, Adele looked at the report card that was only one less and was urged to start the head, and at the same time, he calmed down and jealousy in his heart, and sincerely wished his companions around him, and successfully obtained the qualification to enter the Fire Mage Tower with the first place.
But his friend suddenly told him that he was going to give up the opportunity to become a Master of Fire.
During the days when the exam had just finished and waiting for the results to be announced, the friend of Adair accidentally met an interesting person in a small bar in Wenning District, who described a very incredible blueprint to him.
For the sake of that man's dream and the wonderful and strange future he described, Adair's friend decided to give up the opportunity to enter the Mage Tower to study, enter the military headquarters, and become a military headquarters mage.
Adair felt that he could not believe or understand his friend's decision, but even if he could not understand, he could not express his persuasion when facing his friend who was much better than him.
Because he understood that in addition to his concern and concern for his friends, what grew up in his heart at that time was more about the fact that the quota of the wizard tower was limited and the list of full staff, so he was secretly happy that one person would be vacant.
So, with this mixed worry, secret joy, and disgust for his dark thoughts, Adal quietly watched his friend give up his admission qualifications to the Master Tower of Fire, sign up for the army, and part with him.
Six years later, the name of Chi Lian's magic envoy resounded throughout the empire.
However, Adair, a friend who was much better than him, was still at the level of mages, and became a small, insignificant technical department manager in the technical department of the New Model Army.