"Put--" came a crisp sound of water entering.
It was followed by the sound of splashing water splashes.
Unlike Cyril's expectation that he fell hard on the dirty dirt floor, he fell into a warm pool and turned into a wet little chicken.
what happened
Am I not in the forest of Rose Manor
Why did you fall into the pool
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind quickly.
Cyril took a sip of hot water, and fluttered a few times like a little penguin. His white and straight calves tentatively landed on the ground, and finally his feet stepped on the bottom of the pool covered with soft fine sand.
When he stood still, he gradually calmed down.
The water in this pool was not deep, and the warm water flow did not reach his chest.
Snake Green slowly climbed up Cyril's shoulder from his flooded pocket.
The warm hot water surrounded his body, swept away the gloomy chill brought by the previous rainy night.
Although Cyril's clothes were still wet and sticking to his body, the environment here was obviously much more comfortable than walking in the cold, drizzle.
He pushed back the wet hair on his forehead and looked around cautiously with his almond eyes.
This is undoubtedly a magnificent bath.
The huge dome is covered with colored glass, and the deep night outside can be vaguely glimpsed.
The clear water in the pool is rippling with blue waves, and the tall columns around it are tall and noble.
Gurgling hot water poured into the wide pool from the mouth of a giant brass mermaid.
The water was surrounded by a smoky white mist and some iridescent bubbles, like a dream.
The entire space was quiet, except for the crisp sound of water.
Perhaps the hot water with just the right temperature soothed Cyril's unease, and suddenly appeared in another place, and he didn't have much panic in his heart.
Is this also a secret realm in Rose Manor
Could it be that he accidentally touched the switch of this bath secret realm when he came in
Cyril pondered in his heart.
He watched carefully for a few minutes, and found that no one else had entered, nor could he hear any sound from the two teams who had fought before.
[According to the scanning analysis of this system, you are now in an independent magic space for unknown reasons. However, I can detect that the concentration of elements in this pool water is extremely high, which is very good for improving your mental power! 】The system sound is calm.
【Come all come! Why don't you just stay here and make more bubbles! 】
A good "come all come"...
Couldn't refute it.
Cyril took off his wet clothes and hung them on the sculpture by the pool.
When he was walking in the pool, he found a huge scallop sunk at the bottom of the pool not far away.
He was a little surprised that the scallop came in with him.
Cyril scooped up the large scallops and placed them by the pool.
Then he leaned his back against the smooth pool wall and closed his eyes.
Little Snake Green's slender dark green body wrapped around Cyril's neck, nesting his small head on his collarbone, lying lazily.
The temperature of the pool is extremely comfortable, and one feels soft and completely relaxed involuntarily.
And the sound of hot water flowing into the pool has a different rhythm and rhythm, making people a little drowsy.
[System, if there is danger, please remind me. ]
Cyril murmured to the system in a daze.
【Good good! No problem! 】
The system saw that he had closed his eyes, and his voice lowered involuntarily.
When Cyril heard the system's reply, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell asleep with confidence.
Not long after, Brian felt that sense of soul tearing out of control again.
As if the soul and the body are incompatible, each clamoring for freedom.
He could clearly feel the deep-rooted pain of the soul being torn apart.
An uncontrollable tyranny quickly filled his body.
Brian's huge mental power and magic power also seemed to have encountered a huge tsunami, rampaging through his body.
At this moment, his whole person had a silent terrifying aura.
If someone met Brian's line of sight at this time, they would find it even more horrifying than being stared at by the most dangerous poisonous snake.
The man's gloomy eyes were full of terrifying coldness that made people breathless.
Just a glance makes the scalp tingle and sweat dripping.
It was as if his throat had been strangled, and his skull had been slashed by a sharp blade.
The furnishings in the room were affected, shaking violently.
The luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling couldn't take it anymore. It fell to the ground tremblingly, burst open on the clean and smooth floor, and shattered into pieces.
The destruction of this beautiful thing seemed to be a signal, arousing the deep and gloomy desire for destruction in Brian's heart.
For a while, everything in the room exploded.
As if it was a grand fireworks show to celebrate in advance, the crisp blasting sounds of "crashing" came one after another.
Even the skeleton servants who were close at hand couldn't bear the overflowing excessively powerful magic, and Bai Huahua's skeleton began to crumble one by one from the head.
Of course, not a single fragment could get close to the handsome wizard at the center of the vortex in this noise.
He seemed to be isolated from the whole drama of the absurd, watching it soberly and indifferently.
When nothing else could be destroyed in the entire room, Brian's dark boots were crushed on the white bones at his feet, and the white bones piled up and down on the ground were completely turned into fine powder.
Brian's eyes were still full of cruelty and gloom.
want to kill...
Only death and lingering can bring him comfort...
There was a scarlet red in his blue eyes.
The deep scarlet swayed faintly like a mass of thick blood.
Dark thoughts kept growing in my heart.
He recalled that he took the initiative to approach the Wizarding League and asked to deal with the dark wizards who were on the most wanted list of the Wizarding League.
The wonderful taste of those criminals who were sentenced to death by the Wizarding League when they were powerless to struggle to die at his hands.
The fear and terror that the dark wizard showed when he was dying before he died made him happy...
He absolutely enjoys the sight of the vulnerable prey's head bleeding...
He wants to skin and bone everything he wants to make into his skeleton specimen...
At this moment, the delicate tail ring in Brian's hand exuded scorching heat, as if a red-hot invisible chain was tightly imprisoning him.
There was a familiar pain in the cannon fire.
This direct physical torture also gave him a sense of sobriety from the tearing of his soul.
Brian waved, and another skeleton servant appeared beside him out of thin air.
The Skeleton Servant held a goblet of golden liquid in his skeletal palm.
The goblet is beautifully shaped and crystal clear, and it is worth a lot of money.
But what is more eye-catching is the clear golden liquid inside, with a silent serene power.
Just staring at this golden liquid for a while, it felt as if the whole person was purified.
The golden liquid flowed quietly in the transparent goblet, serene and peaceful, in stark contrast to the chaos surrounding it.
Brian's handsome face was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, which made him look even more gloomy.
He reached out to take the goblet and drank the liquid in it.
The sexy Adam's apple rolls up and down gently.
The clear and cold golden liquid flowed into his body, temporarily suppressing that particularly restless soul.
It seems that he felt the intake of the golden liquid, and the bright light of the tail ring gradually dimmed.
The red-hot iron chain was slowly pulled away, allowing people to breathe.
Brian closed his eyes slowly.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
When he opened his eyes again, the terrifying oppressive feeling around him gradually faded away.
Brian glanced at the tail ring that had been restored to its original state, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of irony and self-deprecation.
At this point his soul had stabilized, but an indescribable emptiness and deadness came over him again.
No matter how long a wizard lives, a long life itself is not interesting.
Brian glanced coldly at the mess around him, waved his hand lightly, and everything in the room began to repair itself automatically.
The scattered fragments of the crystal lamp were glued together piece by piece, and finally recovered as before, and there was no trace of any breakage at all.
The tall brass cabinets rose straight from the ground and stood up against the wall.
The scattered parchments floated into the air, and they were neatly placed one by one on the walnut desk.
Everything is restored to the original appearance in the room.
Only the bone powder under his feet remained motionless, a silent reminder of what had happened here.
Brian's shoe toe tapped the ground, and the fine powder disappeared immediately.
The man's handsome face was reflected on the bright floor, and the calm madness was suppressed in his eyes.
At this time, Brian's face was still a little pale, and he stretched out his slender fingers and pressed the still aching temple.
Let's go take a dip in the hot springs, Brian thought casually.
That thermal bath was a good thing he got from an ancient wizard's ruin a long time ago.
The non-stop bubbling pond water contains rich elements that can enhance, nourish and repair one's spiritual power.
Although the hot spring was of little use to a great wizard of his level, it was better than nothing.
Brian slowly changed into a black silk bathrobe.
The lace was loosely tied around his sturdy waist, and the bathrobe on his chest was half-open lazily, revealing a large piece of thin, firm muscle.
As soon as Brian entered his hot spring bath, he found that the aura here was vaguely wrong.
Someone broke in.
He raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, and his irritability rose again.
Logically speaking, the witch formation he set up will only make any visitors who want to break in have no return.
After all, he was not some kind master.
Under such circumstances, there are still people who are not afraid to break into his territory...
Brian let out a small chuckle.
He walked into the bath, and his eyes suddenly focused on Cyril who was leaning against the pool.
Ah.
It turned out to be a naive and ignorant lamb who broke in.
Inexplicably, Brian's mood suddenly improved.
The teenager seemed to be asleep, and the whole person was hanging by the water, looking like a soft and wet little rose.
His fair skin was steamed into a seductive pink by the heat of the pool water, and his long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, like a delicate and frail butterfly.
Brian silently came to Cyril.
The little snake Green at Cyril's collarbone was precisely hit by a magic spell as soon as he raised his head. The whole snake fainted and fell softly into the water.
Brian picked up the little snake with two fingers in disgust and threw it to the shore.
Looking at Cyril's beautifully exposed collarbone, he was slightly satisfied.
Brian propped himself on top of Cyril and looked over at him slightly.
The boy's cheeks were filled with a lovely blush, and his wet hair hung down on either side of his fair cheeks.
The slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow, the roots of the eyelashes are stained with fine water vapor, and the small tear mole at the corner of the eye adds an indescribable temperament to him, where innocence and desire are blended.
His lips were light to medium, with slightly raised corners and round and full lips.
The whole person looked cute and soft, like a small rose in the night, sleeping quietly in the bright moonlight with the petals.
Brian's fingertips rubbed gently on Cyril's soft and tender cheeks, like pinching the edge of the delicate petals of a small rose.
The start is incredibly soft to the touch.
In an instant, his irritable and raging mental power seemed to have found a satisfactory outlet.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the little lamb in front of him, and a strange emotion flashed in his heart.
Brian clasped the wrist of Cyril's flesh and blood, put it on his lips and touched it lightly, put it down again, and embraced the boy's waist.
He felt that he couldn't wait, and now he had to open the gift ahead of time.
Little Rose's beautiful skin can be made into a doll, and the delicate bones can be made into his favorite skeleton skeleton.
It will be very beautiful to extract his pure soul and imprison it in the crystal clear opal cufflinks.
There was a long-lost feeling of satisfaction in Brian's heart, and his dark blue peach eyes were full of smiles.
He lowered his head, his gesture was like a kiss between lovers, and his warm breath fell on Cyril's ear.
Cyril felt something soft and smooth fell on his cheeks, and a warm air rushed to his ears, causing him to shudder for a while.
where am i
Cyril thought in a daze.
When he remembered it, he entered a strange bathing secret in Rose Manor.
Ugh? Why can't I open my eyes
system
【I go! Cyril wake up! When did he appear so big! I didn't even notice it! Terrible! 】The sound of the system's squeaking sounded, and there was pure shock in the sound.
Cyril panicked and instinctively felt the danger.
The next moment, he used all his strength to open his eyes, and directly met Mr. Scott's close, gentle and dangerous beautiful eyes.
The wizard in front of him did not wear his iconic monocle, and his temperament was a little different from his previous temperament.
The more specific Cyril couldn't say for a while, but he vaguely felt that Mr. Scott's aura was stronger.
Those peach blossom eyes were smiling, their tails were long and narrow, and the bottom of their eyes seemed to be a mysterious deep sea.
The man just lowered his eyes like this, looking straight into his own eyes, looking very affectionate.
Cyril took a breath, and his eyes widened suddenly.
The other party's unique breath smoked to his ears, cunning and charming.
He was at a loss for a while, and even panicked.
Cyril wanted to retreat, but there was no way out.
Only then did he realize that he was tightly confined in a small space by Mr. Scott.
His whole body was almost surrounded by him!
Mr. Wizard had one arm around his waist and the other on the pool wall behind him.
The hand in front of him was long and slender, with well-defined joints and a lot of strength.
And the palm around his waist was hot, and the fingertips rubbed against his waist.
Cyril felt that the skin he touched was exuding an amazing temperature.
As if a fire was spreading, burning straight to the bottom of his heart.
They were so close that Cyril could feel the vague warmth coming from each other.
The corners of his eyes were reddened by the heat.
He could smell a very delicate rose fragrance on Mr. Scott's body, which was mixed with a hint of ice and snow.
Cyril's eyes swept to Mr. Scott's chest inadvertently, and he felt that his cheeks must be horribly red now.
The man was loosely draped in a half-open black bathrobe, the wet bathrobe clinging to him.
The body is thin and strong, the collarbone is straight and sharp, the abdominal muscles are thin and firm, and the contours are perfectly symmetrical.
Cyril's breathing became more and more rapid, and his fair neck was dyed a beautiful pale pink.
Why is Mr. Scott here? ?
He suddenly thought of his previous dream on the steam train, and straightened his back suddenly.
Cyril could feel a shudder running up his spine.
This is the body's instinctive reaction to danger after calming down.
"Mr. Scott... good evening."
After Cyril called out the name of the man in front of him, he didn't know what to say, so he pretended to say hello.
Seeing the bathrobe on Mr. Scott's body, he looked more like the intruder himself.
Brian was a little surprised that under his spell, Cyril was able to wake up in time, and his eyes became darker and darker.
This was originally an annoying thing, but after seeing the boy's reaction, he felt happy again.
The small bones with a pair of clear almond eyes were flushed, and he stared at himself for a while, his long eyelashes shaking desperately, there was a kind of innocent and cute, like a little rose blooming in the snow.
"Good evening, little Cyril. But I'm a little curious, why are you here? In my private bath?"
The corners of Brian's mouth twitched slightly, and he said lazily.
He deliberately took the word "private bath" very hard.
Cyril dryly recounted his experience tonight, trying to put on an innocent look.
His beautiful almond eyes blinked, and he swore again and again that he didn't mean to break into Mr. Wizard's bath!
This is really an accident!
He caught a glimpse of the interesting expression on Mr. Scott's face, and immediately led the topic to the huge eye of the storm scallop, hoping to divert Mr. Wizard's attention.
After all, it is a "rare" magic item that was specially identified by the system, so it should not be too common.
Brian's eyes moved to the huge scallops lying on the shore of the bath, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Eye of the Storm scallops of this size are indeed rare.
Rose Manor has prepared a lot of things for the new students every time, but they are generally magic items that are common in the wizarding continent.
Those things may still be useful for wizard apprentices, but not so much for ordinary wizards.
But the eye of the storm scallop is a very rare thing, the market price is rising year by year, and the market is in short supply.
Eye of the Storm scallops this size are even rarer...
Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.
Little Rose's face was dazed, as if she didn't know what it was, and her expression was mixed with a bit of distress that she had only found one decoration after spending the night.
Brian found it more and more interesting.
Since it is the "Last Supper", it would be nice to let Little Rose eat the crystallization of the eye of the storm scallops.
Brian let out a low laugh, his magnetic voice like a deep and mellow cello.
When Cyril heard this chuckle, he felt a little drum in his heart, wondering if his disguise was successful.
Showing weakness can always make people relax their vigilance, so as to buy him time to find a way.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Mr. Scott snap his fingers gently.
The gigantic scallop seemed to have received some kind of command, and the two halves of the tightly closed shell slowly opened rhythmically.
The scallop, which he couldn't open no matter how hard he attacked, was so easily opened by Mr. Scott.
Cyril was amazed at this and expressed his admiration.
Sure enough, it is a scallop that can only be opened by a person with strong magic power.
Then Cyril saw Mr. Scott beckoning lightly, and a skeleton skeleton emerged from the ground.
The most incredible thing is that the skeleton is holding a frying pan in the left hand and a spatula in the right.
Cyril watched as the skeleton skeleton flexibly took out the only fist-sized pure white... egg in the huge scallop with his fingers
The skeleton took a bright blue flame from its empty eye socket and placed it under the frying pan.
Then crack the egg at the edge of the pan, beat it in the pan, and skillfully fry the egg.
After a while, Cyril smelled a fragrant omelette scent.
The scent was more overbearing than any other fried egg he had ever eaten (including the sumptuous dinner at Rose Garden).
He subconsciously swallowed.
Skeleton scrambled the eye of the storm omelette until golden on both sides, fished it out and placed it on a clean bone china plate, which was then placed on the side of the pool.
Afterwards, it placed delicate knives and forks on top of the plate.
After doing all this, the skeleton skeleton gave a curtain call in their direction and disappeared in place.
Cyril watched all this numbly.
For a while, I don't know who is the one with the wrong style.
Being interrupted like this relieved his nervousness.
Cyril's thoughts even drifted to thinking about whether the "Strange Creatures Cookbook" had introduced this way of eating eye of the storm scallops.
"Eat."
Brian nodded slightly, motioning for Cyril to eat the fried egg.
His voice was gentle and elegant, with a hint of leisure, and it sounded very good.
However, Cyril inexplicably heard the meaning of "Eat, eat the last meal and go on the road." It made his scalp tingle.
He clenched his hands on his side in the water for a moment.
"Zorro was a palace chef before his death, and his craftsmanship has always been good."
Brian even introduced a sentence in a good mood.
Cyril listened to Mr. Scott's smooth and silky tone, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
So how did this Mr. Zorro go from a good court chef to a skeleton servant of the wizard...
It's more disturbing for you to say that, okay
Cyril tried his best to pretend to be calm, picked up the knife and fork as if nothing had happened, and cut the egg on the plate into small pieces.
Then, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Scott, showing an innocent deer-like look, and said, "Mr. Scott will eat together too?"
His voice was soft and his eyes clear.
Brian was stunned for a moment, and a strange emotion emerged in his heart.
The eyes of Little Rose in front of her are as crystal clear as the most beautiful black gemstones. He looks at you obediently and softly, with anticipation in his eyes.
Being watched so intently by him, his soul felt an unprecedented peace.
Now that the gifts are unwrapped, there is nothing new to bring fun in the short term, Brian thought casually.
Maybe you can keep the small bones and continue to jump around for a while...
He turned the ring on his little finger, seemingly unintentionally.
"But only a pair of knives and forks."
Brian cocked the corner of his mouth and said slowly.
The unhurried and warm tone seemed to be seriously troubled by this.
"How should this be done?"
Mr. Wizard's pale lips hooked slightly, his voice still low and elegant, but with a hint of bewitching.
Cyril was acutely aware that Mr. Scott seemed to be veiledly pleased, and his eyes lit up thoughtfully.
So Cyril immediately forked a small piece of egg and put it thoughtfully to Mr. Scott's mouth.
He noticed that the man's eyes darkened.
The handsome wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his lips and bit the piece of food handed to his mouth.
I have to say that Mr. Scott is very sexy for such a lazy move!
Seeing Mr. Scott slowly chewing his fried eggs, Cyril's heart gradually dropped.
He also forked a piece of egg with a tempting aroma and put it into his mouth.
Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, it tastes really good!
Mr. Zorro is indeed a professional culinary master.
The two of you just finished eating a plate of eggs together.
Cyril burped a little after eating the last piece.
Brian beckoned for a clean white napkin, and he gently wiped the corner of Cyril's mouth.
He turned his head to the side, and the warm breath hit the tip of Cyril's nose, making Cyril's legs weak for some reason.
At this time, his eyes were also terribly hot, and he traced Cyril's eyebrows delicately inch by inch.
The atmosphere that had just eased up suddenly became tense again.
Cyril's eyelids twitched, suppressing the tremor that felt dangerous, and asked in a calm and casual tone, "Mr. Scott, I heard that there will be a grading trial for wizard apprentices?"
"Yes. Grading trial. Little Cyril should be careful."
It was Cyril's expected perfunctory answer.
Brian leaned lazily against the pool wall.
His eyes fell on Cyril's twitching eyelashes, and then down to the side of his porcelain-white neck.
The cyan blood vessels on his neck made his skin fairer and more delicate, and further down was the extraordinarily beautiful clavicle.
Brian clicked his tongue lightly, and then looked at Cyril's fair skin exposed on the water.
The boy's skin was slightly reddened by the warm water, like rose juice smudged in the ice and snow.
In the next instant, a thin silver chain appeared out of thin air in Brian's hand.
The pendant above is a ring of rosettes hollowed out in broken silver, inlaid with a scarlet gemstone that exudes a quiet luster.
He naturally hung the necklace around Cyril's neck, then looked at the small rose pendant quietly against the boy's skin, and nodded with satisfaction.
With the icy necklace hanging around his neck, Cyril felt his whole body tremble, as if he had been branded with a demon.
He looked up at Mr. Scott, puzzled.
However, the man didn't explain anything, just a smile filled his eyes, looking in a very good mood.
Forget it, forget about it!
If you don't run now, when will you wait!
"Mr. Scott, then I... go back first?"
Cyril asked cautiously.
"Um."
He heard Mr. Wizard lazily let out a syllable from his throat.
Cyril looked at his clothes hanging on the bank with some embarrassment.
Do you want to climb ashore so naked under Mr. Scott's watch
Brian didn't seem to notice Cyril's embarrassment at all.
He leaned lazily against the wall of the pool, looking very comfortable and leisurely, with a pleasant and nasty smile on his lips.
We are all men, what's so shy!
Cyril brainwashed himself in his heart.
He was clinging to the pool wall with both hands and was about to climb up, when suddenly a large piece of soft white bath towel wrapped around him just right.
Cyril knew that Mr. Scott finally shot, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He hurriedly seized the opportunity to go ashore and walked to his clothes.
The next moment, the white bath towel disappeared, and his original clothes were neatly worn on him.
Clothes are neat and dry, all folds ironed to perfection.
The little snake Green was packed in the pocket it was most accustomed to.
Cyril politely thanked Mr. Scott.
At this time, Mr. Wizard has an extra glass of red wine in his hand, and is elegantly tasting the clear and mellow wine.
"Go there."
Brian raised his eyebrows and motioned for Cyril to look behind him.
Cyril looked behind him and found that there was a small door made up of a faint halo.
He bowed earnestly to Mr. Scott again, and stepped into the halo.
The feeling of weightlessness passed by, and Cyril's eyes darkened.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in the room.
The surroundings were quiet, and all the furnishings were the same as before he went out.
As if he just slept in bed.
Cyril got out of bed and opened the window of the room.
The rain outside has stopped, and the evening breeze brings fresh air after the rain.
The cold wind blew his face, making him wake up.
[system? ]
Cyril called out, he was surprised that the system went silent after alerting him.
【I'm coming! You are finally back! Hey, I thought something indescribable that was not suitable for children would happen, and I was debating whether to block it or not! 】 Cyril's forehead twitched, and he obviously heard a hint of gossip in his voice.
[You think too much, this is impossible! ]
Cyril said angrily.
【Get it! But I found that your physical data has improved! Sure enough, that pool is really good, and I will have a chance to take a dip next time! Maybe there's a reason for that eye of the storm scallop! 】 Cyril heard the words and looked at the screen showing his body data in front of him.
[Name: Cyril Lawrence
Age: 15
Stamina: 11
Strength: 10
Mental Power: 30
Mana: 15
Achievement: Mandarin Duck Bath
Explanation: Guys, we met each other frankly in the same bath, but I didn't expect you to eat an egg without doing anything? That's it? That's it? Atong expressed very disappointed! 】 Cyril gave the system a roll of his eyes, what a goddamn duck bath!
Then, he thought about his physical data.
With the addition of the Eye of the Storm Scallop and Mr. Scott's Bath, all indices have increased.
He closed his eyes and did feel the change in his spiritual power.
To make an inappropriate analogy, the original mental power was like a small glass of water, but now it has become a small bucket full of water.
"Raging fire!"
Cyril quickly outlined the magic rune of Fireball.
With the support of stronger magic power, his process of performing this step also became more natural and familiar.
In the next instant, two fireballs the size of human heads appeared in the center of the room, emitting a bright light.
Cyril controlled the magic power to support the fireball technique, and let the system keep the clock aside.
When he felt the exhaustion rushing to his mind, he guided the magic rune to dissipate, and the fireball disappeared with it.
【fifteen minutes! It's nice to be able to parboil a rabbit in the wild! 】The system praised.
It's only been fifteen minutes, and it's still too weak.
Cyril lowered his eyelashes, and now he also wants to consider what the system said, when will he be able to take a dip in Mr. Scott's bath again.
Although there is a certain risk of life, but wealth is at risk!
And he has an intuition that Mr. Scott gave him the rose necklace, and there is a high probability that he will not shoot him before the grading trial.
Thinking of that necklace, Cyril hurriedly unbuttoned a button and looked down at his neck.
The ice-cold necklace has been stained with his warm body temperature, and no longer coldly shows a sense of existence.
I don't know if it was his illusion, Cyril felt that this rose with broken silver and hollowed out seemed to have more petals stretched out.
He frowned slightly and wanted to reach out and take off the necklace.
However, his hand could touch the necklace, but he couldn't remove it from his neck.
hateful! There must be some magic spell or witch formation attached to the necklace!
Cyril felt a deep sense of frustration from being hit by dimensionality reduction.
He pursed his lips and puffed out his cheeks.
[System, is there any way to remove it? ]
Cyril asked without much hope.
【Not yet, dear! You can't even open the eye of the storm scallop, the magic on this necklace is much stronger than that. ] The system comforted:
[Or just wear it, it's pretty good! 】
Cyril stared helplessly at the scarlet gemstone in the center of the pendant, which glowed with quiet luster.
Wearing this necklace made him feel like he was being watched by Mr. Scott all the time.
Although he didn't think that the other party would be so idle to observe his little wizard apprentice reserve, it was Cyril who had a strange feeling in his heart - he was a little different to Mr. Scott.
The thought surprises him (perhaps with many opportunities for him) and makes him feel dangerous.
It's like a sharp sword is hanging over your head, and you don't know when it will fall.
It's like walking on a tightrope, and if you are not careful, you will be saved.
The little snake Green slowly crawled out at this time, and it felt that the necklace around Cyril's neck had a strange attraction to it.
It wrapped around Cyril's neck and used his little head to arch the beautiful pendant.
The next moment, Cyril was stunned to see Green's entire snake being sucked into the ruby.
There was nothing in the original pure ruby, but now there is a small dark green "S" mark.
This dark green "S" also has thin silver lines on it, just like the body of the little snake Green.
The author has something to say: Green: You are playing with fire, and it is me who is hurt.