After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 11

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The rest of the time was spent in Cyril's skeptical life.

The scene outside the carriage can be seen through the glazed windows of the living room.

Cyril looked out the window and found that they had reached Philadelphia.

He looked away, glanced at the clock by the fireplace, only an hour had passed.

He remembered that he had traveled with businessman Donald in an ordinary carriage, and it took more than four hours to travel from the small town of Cotswood to Philadelphia.

And Joseph's steam carriage was obviously much faster.

Cyril believed that if it weren't for taking care of Joseph's steam carriage, Mr. Scott's wizard's carriage would definitely be much faster.

Another ten minutes passed, and they drove into the heavily guarded lord's mansion.

There was a whole line of knights guarding the gate of the mansion of the Earl of Abraham.

Joseph took out the pass that the Earl of Abraham had previously granted him (it was a brass plate with an intricate family crest engraved on it), and the knights let them pass.

Cyril looked at the tall, well-dressed knights outside the window trying to hide their horrified expressions when they saw this eerie skeleton carriage, and suddenly realized that the novelty and surprise he had shown was different. unusual.

He quietly glanced at Mr. Scott, who was still closing his eyes and seemed indifferent to the situation outside the car, and was relieved.

The mansion of the Earl of Abraham was very large.

Their carriage was driving on this broad and neat avenue in the middle.

The road leads straight to the main mansion building in front.

On both sides of the road, there are open and flat green lawns extending to both sides, and the shrubs at the edges are regular and trimmed into romantic waves.

The bushes were also dotted with large golden-red flowers in bloom.

About in the middle of the road, there is a large circular fountain.

Inside the fountain surrounded by smooth marble is a running brass machine. The water in the fountain pool is pressed into the air by this machine, forming a beautiful arc of water.

There is also a tall statue of the goddess of light in front of this fountain.

This is much more beautiful than the statue of the Goddess of Light in the town square of Cotswood. The statue of the goddess that is not stained with dust is obviously cleaned by industrious servants sooner or later.

The texture looks like delicate ivory.

The main building of the mansion is also extraordinarily magnificent.

When they got off the carriage and entered through the arch, they saw the magnificent hall.

The tiled floor of the hall is illuminating.

The high ceilings are adorned with brilliant crystal chandeliers and the walls are adorned with large, richly coloured oil paintings.

There have been attendants reporting the arrival of the lord wizard, and the Earl of Abraham came to greet them in person.

This earl is an old man who looks shrewd and shrewd.

His gaze fell precisely on Brian in the group, and he immediately became respectful.

***

In the evening, Cyril ate the first big meal since crossing the road.

The gorgeous long table was filled with food in various ways that he had never seen before.

There are more than a dozen kinds of sauces of different styles in the row of small utensils at his hand.

Fortunately, Mr. Scott looked like a more aloof noble wizard in front of the earl. Earl Abraham was a little hesitant to speak after the basic courtesy, but after all, he did not disturb the wizard and his family at dinner. Elementary school meals.

Cyril was able to enjoy the food wholeheartedly.

The bone-in steak is fried to a golden brown and crispy, and the beef is covered with finely ground white bread crumbs, and after frying, it becomes golden.

The mouthfeel is fresh and smooth, and it is delicious.

The finest brandy has been poured into fine goblet by the squire.

Cyril took a cautious sip of the brandy and found that he still preferred the sweet chocolate milk on the side.

The melted chocolate is not greasy at all, mixed with the milky fragrance of milk, giving people a very satisfying taste.

He then went to taste the fragrant pork knuckle.

After the marinated pork knuckle is roasted on charcoal fire, the golden skin reveals a brilliant orange red, and a layer of clear and crystal sesame oil is shining on it.

Take a bite of the crisp but not dry outer skin, which is full of chewiness.

It is also delicious with mustard and chili sauce.

Cyril tried the rest of the venison, lamb, sandpiper, sand cone, quail, foie gras, etc., all of which were unique.

He moved gracefully but quickly tasted these delicious foods, his cheeks twitched gently, and his big almond eyes narrowed contentedly, like a cute little rabbit.

Brian glanced at the little guy who was eating happily.

For some reason, I feel like I have more appetite all of a sudden.

He looked at the circle of cream on Cyril's mouth after eating the almond ice cream, the tip of his tongue touched his upper jaw, and the end of his charming peach eyes rose.

Enjoy the last supper, Brian gave a low laugh.

Count Abraham patiently waited until both of them put down their knives and forks (he looked at the thin Cyril with a stunned mouth), then cleared his throat and said respectfully, "I don't know if it's convenient for you to ask Sri Lanka. Mr. Kurt, see if any of my incompetent descendants have the privilege of having a wizarding talent?"

He politely asked Brian if he could bring back some reservists for wizard apprentices.

As an earl, Lord Abraham knew more than other commoners.

He knew that there were many wizarding academies in the wizarding continent, and they would come to other continents to recruit students every three years.

Three years ago, he found out that there was an adult wizard staying in the capital, and he hurriedly sent a group of younger members of the family to the capital for testing.

Sadly, no one passed.

This really made the Earl of Abraham uneasy.

If a noble family does not have a strong wizard to support its family for a long time, then the other nobles will be like the hyena that smells fishy and will divide up all the ancestral property!

This is the ugly atmosphere formed after the vague war more than 100 years ago!

It seems that there are court prophets who believe that the war is bound to swept again.

The nobles of those capitals began to tear their faces, set off a frenzy of carve-up, and took the lead in occupying the family properties of those little nobles who were not supported by extraordinary forces.

And the queen did not order to stop it, it seems that she secretly acquiesced to this behavior.

The status of mistresses and illegitimate children increased, and the order of the nobility began a new round of shuffling.

Thinking of this, the Earl of Abraham sighed.

He only expects that the younger generation of the family will improve their mental strength in three years.

There are also those juniors who were too young at that time (must be over 14 years old to be tested), hoping that this time they will have the opportunity to enter the wizarding continent.

The Earl of Abraham came back to his senses from the fleeting thoughts, and saw that the wizard was looking at him with a polite smile.

The wizard's eyes were dark, like aged wine that had been stored in a wine cellar for a long time.

He was clearly smiling, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, and it was bitingly cold.

Earl Abraham's heart sank for a while, his whole body felt cold and sullen, and he hurriedly made a respectful gesture of listening.

Brian glanced lightly at the Earl of Abraham and guessed what was in his mind.

It is nothing more than a scramble among nobles without any scruples.

noble.

ridiculous.

However, Brian still nodded reservedly and gracefully, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Of course, dear sir. That's why I came here this time."

His tone was slow, with a touch of aristocratic aria.

"Wizards academy needs lovely freshmen."

Brian let out a chuckle from his throat.

Of course, these innocent and ignorant lambs are needed to provide nourishment for the wizarding continent.

He glanced at the relieved Earl of Abraham, his tone was smooth and calm: "Please call everyone over tomorrow, I can't stay for long."

Earl Abraham nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry! I'll inform the nobles in Philadelphia right away!".

He happily raised his glass to thank Brian.

"Appreciate your generosity!"

Brian also raised his glass to the earl.

He gave a false smile.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth couldn't be more elegant.

***

After dinner, they were arranged to rest in the two most luxurious rooms of the lord's mansion.

At night, the moonlight outside the window is like water.

Cyril was sleeping soundly, breathing fine and long.

The boy's sleeping face is extraordinarily docile and well-behaved, like a beautiful little rose gathering delicate petals.

The bed in this deluxe room is so soft, like the finest velvet, that as soon as one touches the pillow, one can't wait to fall into a sweet sleep.

At Cyril's bedside, a man who was not supposed to be here suddenly appeared out of thin air.

No sound, no sound.

With a hint of vague excitement and obsession in Brian's eyes, he looked at Cyril on the bed recklessly.

At this time he was not wearing a monocle, as if torn off a gentleman's skin.

His slender fingers rubbed down Cyril's white cheeks, and the cold fingertips lightly rubbed against Cyril's smooth skin.

He seemed to see a graceful skull perched quietly beneath the flesh.

"It's so beautiful!"

Brian's Adam's apple rolled gently.

His hand slid over Cyril's slender neck, over his delicate straight collarbone, and a contented sigh came out of his mouth.

"It must be a perfect skeleton."

Brian was satisfied, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

There seemed to be a dutiful and well-trained servant in the clear air at this moment undressing the sleeping squeamish little master.

The servant's movements were light and soft, and without making any sound, he took off all the valuable silk nightgown, revealing the fair and delicate skin inside.

Brian's eyes traced Cyril's body inch by inch.

His gaze was like a flexible and smooth snake letter child, bit by bit poking away the flesh and blood of this being.

His focus fell on Cyril's beautiful calf line and ankle bone, and he let out another low admiration.

Brian tilted his head and admired it for a while.

It seems that the picky chef has obtained a rare ingredient, and is pondering where to start and how to cook it so that he can craft his most satisfying work.

The little snake Green, who was nesting beside Cyril's pillow, was sensitively aware of something from the moment Brian arrived.

The moment he saw Brian, if the snake had hair on it, Green must have all the hair on his body stand up.

He felt that his sleeping master seemed to be in big trouble!

It twisted its body and rubbed Cyril with its slender body.

Green spat out the scarlet snake letter, licked Cyril's warm skin, and made a terrifying sound of "zizizi", trying to wake him up.

However, Cyril fell into a sweet dream that would never wake up, still sleeping soundly, turning a deaf ear to everything that happened in the room.

Brian glanced at the little snake that was eating inside and out in his eyes. If it weren't for his recent self-cultivation and good mood, it would not have a good end.

So he just tutted lightly and ignored the little snake Green.

The chef seemed to have finally decided on the cooking method, and he put his articulated hand on Cyril's white neck.

Just a little twist...

A hidden excitement and destructive desire swelled and boiled in his blood.

However, in the end, he did not fold his slender fingers.

Brian raised his brows and stared at the little snake that climbed up his fingertips, the seventh alchemy experiment product, his most successful alchemy experiment product so far.

Apart from recognizing someone else as the master, there is nothing wrong with it.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes met the blood-red eyes of the little snake.

"You mean, when he matures, the bones will be more beautiful?"

Brian squinted at the little dark green snake who was rubbing his small head against his finger pads in a pleasing manner, and his slender fingers lightly tapped Cyril's white neck.

The little snake graciously twisted his body in agreement.

If Cyril sees its current posture, he will be surprised how a snake can express the meaning of "flattering" with its body.

"Well. There is some truth to it."

Brian thought of Cyril's naive, goofy, ignorant knowledge of the wizarding world.

Like a kitten that hops on the brink of danger and doesn't know anything about it.

He was suddenly pleased.

Let him live another two or three years.

Brian looked at Cyril's small face that had not yet grown, and felt an inexplicable itch in his heart, as if he had been lightly stepped on by a kitten's flesh pad.

He was thinking in his mind what this skeleton would look like in three years.

Brian's beautiful peach-blossom eyes lifted upwards, like a child finally found a novel toy, and his eyes were full of interest.

"However, it's still a pity."

Brian raised his eyebrows and put down his hand a little unwillingly.

He looked at Cyril's body again.

Then he buried his head in his shoulders, and the soft white-blond hair fell on Cyril's fair skin.

Brian took a light breath on his delicate and beautiful collarbone, his deep eyes didn't mean anything.

He straightened up again, scratched the tip of Cyril's small and delicate nose affectionately, and sighed in a low voice, "Then, good night, my little bone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the room.

Cyril was still asleep, unaware.

The gorgeous silver embroidered drapery above his head quietly fell to the bedside, the room was silent, everything was as it was before Brian appeared.

Only the little snake Green knew what happened to the master who was sleeping here tonight, and how he used his ingenuity to mediate with the big devil to let the master escape.

It cocked its little tail proudly, and the tip of its tail slapped a few times on the soft pillow, as if leaving a medal for its great deeds.

the next morning.

It wasn't until the maid came to gently wake Cyril up that he woke up from his deep sleep.

Cyril glanced at the exquisite clock on the other side of the room.

It was already half past ten in the morning.

He was a little surprised that he could sleep so deeply in a completely unfamiliar place.

That dream last night...

Cyril recalled what he dreamed in a daze last night, and involuntarily raised his hand and touched his neck and chest.

He was a little puzzled.

How can I suddenly dream that I was bitten by a dog? ?

The author has something to say:

Cyril: Why did I dream of being bitten by a dog last night? ?

Green: Be confident and remove the "dream"!

Brian: