Cyril shook his head strangely.
What a strange dream.
He rubbed the soft bed with some reluctance, stretched and got up.
Cyril slowly got out of bed, and stepped into the fine and soft cashmere leather boots as soon as his fair feet landed.
The new clothes the maid had prepared in advance had been placed on the intricately carved wooden bedside table.
Cyril took a moment to put on the gorgeous and intricate garment.
Clothes and boots are made to measure as if they were made to measure.
He had to admire the excellent hospitality of the Earl of Abraham.
The maid Anita was stunned when she saw the neatly dressed Cyril, and her face turned slightly red.
Last night, these servants were chatting in the kitchen, talking about the presence of a wizard and his apprentice at the mansion.
Panler, the manservant in charge of supper, spent a whole night talking about the appearance and temperament of the two people, and his words were extremely flattering.
He said it as if he was a manservant who had been serving the two adults for many years, but he was very proud of him.
Anita pouted at that moment.
When she was notified by the housekeeper to serve the wizard apprentice today, she only felt that she was hit by a surprise and felt a little dizzy.
The goddess of light is above, she can tell her grandson about this in the future!
"Grandmother served the wizard in those days!"
Anita doesn't know what it takes to become a wizard.
She took it for granted that, just like parochial schools and grammar schools, as long as the number of years of study was up, it would be enough to graduate successfully in the end.
So she is very confident that this wizard apprentice will graduate successfully and become a respected wizard master.
Rounding up, she has served the wizard!
Anita also did not expect that this wizard apprentice is far more handsome than the poor and poor vocabulary of the footman Ponler!
Compared with the pampered young masters and young ladies in the earl's mansion, they are more like nobles in fine clothes and jade food!
The young man has unforgettable handsome eyebrows and eyes, so white that he can see the tiny blue blood vessels under his skin.
His pair of eyeballs looked like the finest glaze among the jewels in the Earl's collection.
The curly black hair fell against his cheeks and fell to his shoulders, like the waves of the morning sun shining with a soft luster.
There is also the wizard temperament in him that is different from ordinary people!
Anita screamed in her heart.
When she led Cyril after breakfast to meet the wizard, she ushered in the second shock of her short life!
This girl used the willpower she had cultivated for 18 years to restrain her inner excitement.
She swore to the goddess of light that no one could resist the astonishingly handsome mature elegance of the wizard.
nobody!
Anita saw that the wizard raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, and the handsome eyebrows were imperceptibly high.
Something flashed quickly on the silver wire monocle of his right eye, and an imperceptible gentle smile hung on his lips.
Despite her reluctance, Anita had to quietly exit this gorgeous reception room after completing the task of leading the way, leaving the space for the two adults.
"Good morning! Mr. Scott!" Cyril greeted Mr. Wizard politely and politely.
"Good morning."
Brian sat lazily on the luxurious soft leather lacquer-gold sofa, his long legs wrapped in slim suit trousers casually strayed.
He smiled lightly, his voice still gentle and graceful.
However, Cyril intuitively realized that the man in front of him was like a dormant poisonous snake.
Even though he looks comfortable and relaxed now, it still makes people unable to relax their vigilance completely psychologically.
Cyril took a sip of black tea and suppressed the thoughts in his heart.
I don't understand why I suddenly have this thought.
Brian turned the ring on his little finger and asked casually, "How did you sleep last night?"
Hearing this, Cyril was a little surprised.
After all, Mr. Scott didn't look like someone who cared affectionately.
His heart warmed inexplicably.
"I feel it's ok."
Cyril nodded obediently and replied seriously.
The room was very warm, the bed was spacious and soft, and there was no need to get up early!
Cyril thought for a while, and felt that he was being polite and should go back with respect.
So he asked earnestly, "How is Mr. Scott sleeping?"
The boy's voice was clear and unique, like morning dew on rose petals.
Brian smiled slightly and said, "Am I not sleeping well?"
He made a troubled look.
"There's a good gift that has to be left for a few years before it can be opened."
Brian took the word "gift" hard, meaning it meant something.
When Cyril heard Mr. Scott's inexplicable words, he was stunned and a little surprised.
Gift
Did someone in the wizarding world contact Mr. Scott last night
Now this time is not a popular holiday, why give gifts
He didn't know what was bothering the gentleman so he couldn't sleep well at night.
Cyril hesitated and comforted: "Perhaps this gift will be more suitable for you in a few years..."
He blinked, his voice soft.
"More to my heart... that's what I said."
Brian was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, then lowered his eyes and gave a low smile.
His faint smile carried a somewhat inexplicable banter, his eyes were long and narrow, and his deep eyes were dark and unclear.
Count Abraham quickly got the news that the two distinguished guests had arrived in the parlor, and came to ask when the test could start.
"Just now," Brian said lazily.
Cyril was slightly confused when he saw that Mr. Scott hadn't taken out the crystal ball that made him linger.
He originally thought that today's test was the same as he did in Mr. Scott's carriage, using a crystal ball...
That kind of excruciating test...
Although I feel bad when I take the test myself, I can get a little comfort from watching others test it.
As if seeing the confusion on Cyril's face, Brian smiled slightly and explained seriously: "Not everyone is qualified to touch my crystal ball."
The man's deep and hoarse ending was lazy and sultry, and the elegant tone slipped into Cyril's ear, which inadvertently brought out a bit of ambiguity.
Cyril suddenly met Mr. Scott's deep and charming eyes, which were like blue sea waves in the sun, and the beautiful almond eyes opened slightly.
His heart seemed to be hit by something suddenly and missed a beat.
It was as if someone had gently scratched the apex of his heart with a soft little feather.
In the next moment, Cyril looked away as if he had been scalded.
A word suddenly flashed in his mind, this is the "arsonist of the heart" that the little girls who are chasing stars are screaming.
Cyril felt that if Mr. Scott lived in the interstellar era, he would have countless fans.
He recalled articles such as "A detailed inventory of the four current scumbag male gods" that he happened to see when he browsed Xingxing.com...
Cyril quietly glanced at Mr. Scott's astonishingly handsome face wearing a thin silver-framed monocle, and his white earlobes were stained with light pink for no reason.
Fortunately, there was movement outside the living room at this time, instantly diverting Cyril's attention.
A group of people outside the door came in under the leadership of Count Abraham.
Cyril looked at the men and women in gorgeous clothes.
There are young people who seem to be in their twenties, and more are young masters and young ladies who are sixteen or seventeen years old.
Although they have tried their best to maintain their noble etiquette, they can still see the expectation and longing on their faces.
There are so many people.
It was the first time that Cyril saw so many nobles, and he felt very strange.
There was a soft-looking boy who inadvertently met Cyril's eyes, and he gave Cyril a sweet smile.
If the boy hadn't been dressed in men's clothes, Cyril would have thought he was a charming girl.
After thinking about social etiquette, Cyril gave him a smile.
The smile is as clean as the first snow by the lake in early winter.
The boy was stunned for a moment, and looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Who will come first?"
Brian sat in the armchair in a good way, raised his eyes and glanced at the group of people, and said indifferently.
He maintained a reserved and distant politeness to these visitors.
Somewhat casual, but not too offensive.
Brian looked critically at this group of young masters and young ladies.
The neck line is not graceful enough, and the arm next to it is too slender...
He pondered in his heart that it was little Cyril who had the most beautiful skeleton.
Even these young masters and young ladies who grew up pampered in various noble mansions are incomparable.
As expected of the little bones he took a fancy to.
Thinking of this, Brian's mood finally improved a lot.
The young masters and young ladies who came excitedly after receiving the news were a little hesitant.
Although the wizard looked handsome and elegant, his polite and distant aloofness was daunting.
Especially the one that he just watched, there was a viper-like chilly feeling that made one's spine shiver.
"I'll come first!"
At this moment, a warm and lively female voice sounded.
Cyril looked at the girl who spoke out.
She has smooth and smooth reddish-brown hair, and her facial features are not very attractive, but because of the cheerful smile on her face, she is particularly favorable.
Brian nodded slightly.
He snapped his fingers leisurely, and a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink appeared on the small round table in the middle.
In the pot-bellied inkwell was a quill with a gold edge.
"Sign your name on the parchment."
Brian said lightly.
The voice was light, but with a sense of oppression that could not be refuted.
Grace nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
She was a little surprised, didn't expect it to be so simple.
Holding a quill, she quickly wrote her swashbuckling signature—“Grace Abraham”—on the parchment.
In the next instant, these ink marks swam to form a number - "10".
Grace's eyes suddenly lit up.
She is the youngest granddaughter of the Earl of Abraham, and unfortunately was not able to catch up with the last wizarding admissions three years ago due to her lack of age.
However, Grace had previously told Count Abraham to say that the wizards were particularly interested in spiritual power.
Generally speaking, as long as the tested mental power is in double digits, you can qualify.
So Grace looked expectantly at the wizard sitting beside her.
She didn't dare to look at Master Wizard recklessly, but just kept her eyes there in a vain way.
Brian casually glanced at the numerical value above, nodded carelessly, and signaled Grace to pass.
He said lazily, "Next."
Seeing that they only needed to sign their own names, the others were relieved, and all of a sudden they became active and rushed forward to write their names.
Cyril was stunned as they watched them finish the mental strength test comfortably, easily and without any pain. For a moment, he felt that his heartbeat just now fed the dog.
Ah.
He didn't want the special favor of Mr. Scott and his crystal ball. Thank you.
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