After Cyril sat on the fluffy and soft sofa, before he had time to relax, his hair stood up for a moment, feeling like he was being stared at by something dangerous, creepy.
However, the interior is still elegant and relaxed, and there is nothing strange about it.
Cyril straightened his back vigilantly, and tried to speak to the wizard in front of him to break this weird illusion.
"I'm Cyril Lawrence, what should I call you, Mr. Wizard?"
Cyril asked, his voice soft.
Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.
I saw a slight blush on his white and tender cheeks, and his sitting posture was very upright and well-behaved.
For a time, Brian felt that this little thing was a bit like a bunch of delicate little roses stuck in front of the window.
Not only are the bones very beautiful, but the flesh is not bad.
I don't know which is more beautiful, his blood or the color of rose petals, Brian thought leisurely in his heart.
"Claude Scott, my name is little Cyril."
Brian replied in a gentle and elegant voice, with a very light ending.
Cyril felt an inexplicable lingering taste of his name being pronounced by Mr. Wizard.
He froze for a moment, licking his dry lips unnaturally.
"I forgot the tea."
Seeing the young man's red tongue flashing past, Brian paused and added.
So Cyril saw Mr. Scott snap his slender fingers, and there was movement on the small round table with a silver-green tablecloth in the middle.
The beautiful teapot that had been placed on the table with the gold-edged pattern branded on it moved as if it had suddenly grown legs.
The chubby body of the pot obediently poured tea into a fine bone china teacup beside it.
The tea was still steaming, as if it had just been brewed.
When the tea in the teacup did not reach three-quarters of the wall, the teapot stopped by itself and returned to its original position on the small round table, not moving.
And the exquisite bone china teacup filled with tea floated steadily to Cyril's hand.
Seeing that Cyril didn't reach out to hold him hesitantly, the teacup gently rubbed the back of Cyril's hand as if he had been left out.
The warm touch of the tea was conveyed to the back of Cyril's white hand through the wall of the cup.
He frowned and reached for the teacup.
Cyril could feel the moment when he held the teacup, and the slight magic power fluctuation originally attached to the teacup disappeared.
"It's me who was not entertaining well."
Brian saw Cyril lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, and said with a smile.
His tone was casually playful, but not too offensive.
Brian himself drank the red wine that floated out of the wine cabinet on one side and poured himself into the clear goblet.
Cyril looked at Mr. Scott with his eyes closed, shaking his glass, and leaning lazily on the sofa. He always felt that the wizard was hiding a kind of arrogance that he didn't show.
Perhaps wizards are arrogant, and Mr. Scott is already a good-natured gentleman.
Cyril was relieved when he thought of the extraordinary power possessed by wizards.
Geniuses always have a little temper.
Cyril considered himself to be very understanding, and seeing Mr. Scott's "don't suffer me" look, he also quietly did not disturb him.
There was no noise outside, the fireplace exuded a steady stream of warmth, and the spacious couch was so soft that Cyril felt his eyelids grow heavier.
Very sleepy…
Really want to sleep.
Cyril felt that his brain was already dazed, as if stuffed with gooey chocolate sauce.
However, he suddenly realized that he was now in the carriage of a great wizard, and sleeping here was no less than a blatant sleep in the teacher's office.
This will not work.
[system! Please put some uplifting songs! ]
Cyril had no choice but to ask for help from his golden finger.
After all, he was very impressed with the songs in the system's weird library, which had also proven to work well in previous meditations.
【Good! Great! I am really touched. Under the influence of my perseverance, you have finally improved your music aesthetics! 】
The sound of the system is very emotional.
In the next instant, a very explosive and harsh soprano sounded, as if holding a knife and cutting the plate with force in "Zrazila".
【Ah oh! Ah oh eh! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Cyril woke up with a jolt.
His ears are gone.
At the end of the song, Cyril felt that his heart was very hopeless.
Cyril, who hadn't come out of the "beautiful" music, didn't notice that the wizard sitting opposite was watching him with interest.
Brian found that the little guy was clearly wanting to fall asleep, and his little head started a little bit, and then he suddenly struggled to wake up, and was forced to wake up as if he was frightened by something fearful.
He clearly remembered that the little guy didn't show the slightest panic when he saw his Skeleton Knight.
Brian saw all this in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
He suddenly felt in a good mood, and began to tease the little guy in front of him.
"Ah, by the way, let me test your wizarding talents."
Brian's tone was smooth and sloppy, with a hint of leisure, and there was a faint hint of happiness.
He waved his hand and summoned a crystal ball the size of a palm.
This crystal ball is crystal clear and has a chilly texture formed by the condensation of thousands of years of ice and snow.
When Cyril heard Mr. Wizard's words, he swallowed nervously and quietly, and at the same time he was filled with an indescribable excitement.
When he looked at the crystal ball that appeared in front of him, his eyes widened.
"Put your hands up."
Brian said lightly.
Cyril obediently stretched out his hands to hold the crystal ball, feeling delicate and cool to the touch.
Nothing happened.
Cyril was confused.
In the next instant, however, a strong stimulus was communicated to his brain through the contact of the hands with the crystal ball.
This kind of stimulation is hundreds of times stronger than the impact of the song just played by the system.
Cyril felt that his nerves were about to collapse!
It was as if someone was stirring his brain with a sharp object, forcibly tearing off those small and tight nerve tissues.
So uncomfortable!
stop, stop!
However, his hands seemed to be firmly attached to the crystal ball, glued with the strongest glue, and couldn't break free.
It was as if someone had rudely pressed his hands on the crystal ball, immobilizing him.
The cyan blood vessels under his pale skin seemed to be screaming and venting this unbearable pain.
Cyril's face flushed red, and a large patch of pink spread across his white cheeks, and even his neck and white earlobes were dyed a dazzling red.
His jet-black eyes briefly lost focus, as if the deep sea engulfed everything.
Brian calmly admired Cyril's embarrassment and pain at this time.
He even took a sip of wine in good spirits.
His light-colored thin lips were still stained with a bit of wine crimson, and his lower lip was lightly against the wall of the transparent goblet, and a secret and strange flashed in the dark blue eyes under the brows of Ying Ting's eyebrows excited.
Hurry up and cry and cry, innocent little lamb.
Brian murmured in his heart.
Cyril, who was in extreme pain, didn't notice that the number on the crystal ball had slowly jumped to "20".
who I am
Where am I
Cyril felt as if his soul had separated from his body and floated to a faraway place.
A low and smooth voice whispered in his ear "Death is the most wonderful destination.".
At this time, the little snake Green in Cyril's pocket had already climbed onto Cyril's hands on the crystal ball.
It "slapped" its tail on the crystal ball, breaking the link between the crystal ball and Cyril.
Suddenly out of that disgusting state, Cyril was pale and his limbs were weak.
He gasped for breath, and slid his entire body onto the white and soft cashmere carpet.
The fine sweat was clinging to his cheeks, dripping down from the blushing neck, and the black hair on his forehead was also soaked with sweat.
Brian looked down condescendingly at Cyril Ann's beautiful face with drooping eyelashes, like a little rose wet with dew.
The curve of the chin was very graceful, and the wet, curly black hair lay loosely on his smooth forehead.
A small bead of crystal clear sweat floated on the delicate tear mole at the corner of his left eye.
The whole person has a kind of beauty without knowing it.
What a surprise.
But any child with a very mediocre wizard talent will collapse under this completely unrestrained mental attack, and then he can only be reduced to a delirious patient.
Brian raised an eyebrow.
Of course, he deliberately did not stop the crystal ball from continuously unleashing mental attacks.
After all, in his eyes, Cyril has been marked as "a perfect skeleton".
Sooner or later it will be his.
Brian glanced at the little alchemy snake still hovering on the crystal ball, and rubbed the wall of the cup with his slender fingers.
On the contrary, this little alchemy snake was unexpectedly the product of a successful alchemy experiment, but it seemed that there was a misunderstanding of who its owner was.
But it doesn't matter, when its current owner dies, it will naturally know who to obey, Brian thought in a good mood.
Then he looked at the last number "25" on the crystal ball.
This is an extremely good number of spiritual power. Even a wizard apprentice who has stayed in the wizarding academy for a year or two has not reached this spiritual power level.
Those idiots who can never be true wizards.
Brian originally just glanced at it casually, but suddenly his eyes were attracted by something.
He raised his hand to call back the crystal ball, and his slender fingers tapped the crystal ball's clear surface lightly.
"very good."
Brian said softly.
I really didn't expect that this little guy could directly absorb mental power from his crystal ball, even though it was only a meager amount, which was enough to surprise Brian.
Not only that, but the number on the crystal ball slowly turned red - this time it showed Cyril's magic: 10.
Brian suddenly remembered that when he appeared in the Foggy Moon Forest, this young man who grew up in a border town had mastered a simple magic spell without a teacher.
interesting.
Brian snapped his fingers, and Cyril was suddenly surrounded by a warm feeling, and the feeling of exhaustion before was just an illusion.
He was as comfortable as a baby back in his mother's arms.
"Thank you, Mr. Scott."
Cyril slowed down and said politely.
"Maybe you can just call me Scott."
Brian smiled at him.
"After all, I am also your senior."
Cyril blinked, not quite understanding.
Brian made a distressed look and said, "To be honest, I'm just a wizard apprentice. Entrusted by the dean of the academy, I came to Atlantis to recruit students."
Mr. Scott is just a wizard apprentice? ?
Cyril was a little unbelievable, after all, the magic power shown by Mr. Scott should not be underestimated.
While shocked, he quietly asked the system to check the data of the wizard apprentice.
Cyril silently looked at the display on the screen—“Magic power: ￥%… #(Serious warning: Magic power over 100,000+ cannot be measured!)”
He glanced at the highest magic power level he had achieved so far—10, which was still retained on the crystal ball.
Not even zero.
"Mr. Scott?! You… are you really just a wizard apprentice?"
There was a little trembling in Cyril's clear voice.
Brian felt a sense of being spied on for a moment, his smile deepened, he nodded, and said, "I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice! I have to trouble Little Cyril to keep this secret for me. "
numb.
Are all your wizard apprentices' magic powers so perverted? ?
The author has something to say:
Brian: I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice.
Cyril: I believe in your evil!
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