In a manor in the middle of Whalefall Island, dozens of wizards sat around an ornate round table.
And in the center of the round table is a crystal ball that is crystal clear.
The crystal ball is projecting a complete map into the air.
Most of the space on the map is an irregular circle, in which there are tree-like rings.
There were also many small black dots flashing on the map, and now these little black dots were densely distributed outside the circle.
"Ten minutes have passed, and they have been in the illusion for a full day. It seems that no new students have successfully walked out of the illusion."
One of the men in a wizard hat said with a smile.
His body was a little fat, and his demeanor was very kind.
"Still early."
The wizard sitting next to him said casually, "I still remember the last time, but it took more than an hour before a new born came out."
"Our Wizards Alliance has studied for so many years before we improved the wizard formation recorded in the handwritten notes left by the ancient great wizards. This illusion can be instantly generated and transformed according to the things and scenes that people who enter the illusion are most afraid of, so that people don't know where they are. Where. If your mental power is not strong enough, you will not know that you have entered this illusion in a short time, let alone find a way to break the illusion."
A wizard with rimless glasses reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
The small eyes behind his lenses stared brightly at the map projected by the crystal ball.
This wizard has a badge pinned to his wizard robes.
The embossed pattern on the badge is that of an open book with a wand on the page—a symbol of the Wizarding Union.
"Every time, there are many E-level wizard apprentices who fail to get out of the illusion until the end of the grading trial."
He paused and added.
"After all, the gap in talent is difficult to make up, and many little guys need to make more efforts on the road of wizard apprenticeship in the future."
The fat wizard who was the first to speak sighed with emotion.
He suddenly thought of something, looked at a silver-white long-haired man on the other side, and said enviously: "The chief of the last wizard apprentice grading trial, that talented S-level wizard apprentice is not He came out in less than ten minutes, and finally he went to your academy, didn't he? Dean Brian?"
At the end of the fat wizard's line of sight was an extremely handsome man with an unforgettable handsome eyebrows.
The profile of a man looks like a perfect and handsome statue, with mountain-like eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a neat and smooth jawline... Any painter will pay homage to such facial features.
His long silver-white silky hair was loosely draped behind his head, and it seemed like the moonlight was streaming through his hair.
A few strands of hair casually fell on his smooth forehead, casting bright and dark light and shadow on his face, which looked a bit loose and lazy.
Too bad the fat wizard was too far away.
In other words, whenever someone wants to take a closer look at the dean of the famous Snowberg Wizarding Academy, if their eyes stay on him for a long time, they will encounter an invisible barrier.
As if the eyes were separated by a thick layer of clouds, it was impossible to see clearly.
It only makes people turn their attention to the smoky gray mist that shrouded almost his entire body at some point in time.
Otherwise, you can see the golden pupils in the man's deep eyes, like a golden butterfly gently flapping its wings in the middle of the heavy black mist.
Suffocatingly cold and gloomy, and dazzlingly beautiful.
At this time, Brian, who was hidden behind the gloomy smoke-gray mist, heard the words and said "um" softly.
The man's voice was low and smooth, and his tone was silky and calm, like a snake whispering in a person's ear.
Brian's eyes glanced lightly at the fat wizard, making him feel like he was the struggling prey in the eyes of a tyrannical hunter for a moment.
The fat wizard had an embarrassed smile on his face, and he didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the other party's gaze passed by.
He secretly scolded himself in his heart that he was so full that he had no brains to talk to that person.
Beauty is a gift Merlin bestows on each other.
The empty beauty will only make countless people coveted.
However, if a beautiful person has a powerful strength that matches his appearance, then people can only watch from a distance and dare not blaspheme.
Not to mention the murderous legend known throughout the Wizarding League.
Brian sat lazily on the seat, resting his cheeks with one hand, and glanced at the insignificant black dots on the map boredly.
He thought casually of the gift Blake had given him last night to fulfill his last bet.
Thinking of the "I wish Dean and your pet have a wonderful time" left by the other party, Brian couldn't help but tut.
Although Blake is not as reliable as his sister Christina, he has to say that he is barely discerning when it comes to choosing gifts.
That gift is a magical object that the holder can locate and tamper with the illusion, which can be said to be very fitting.
Brian used it on Cyril at the beginning of the wizard's apprentice grading trial.
Thinking of this, there was a hint of interest in Brian's eyes.
I wonder if Little Rose has put on all the beautiful dresses he has prepared, trying to find a way out in the endless ice and snow
Originally, Brian wanted to set up a lot of scare things in the fantasy world, but he thought about it, he might as well go to Cyril's fantasy world to have some fun himself.
Wouldn't it be more wonderful to let the little guy collapse in the most common, absurd and seemingly inexplicable fantasy.
The corners of Brian's mouth were slightly raised, his eyes were smeared with a layer of light red, and the smoky gray mist around him seemed to be more intense.
The handsome man crushed a small round and clear pearl that he had just been playing with.
His figure swayed slightly for a moment, as if a man had adjusted his sitting position lazily.
For a time, one of the hundreds of small black dots on the map trembled indistinctly.
But because the change was too small and fleeting, no one noticed.
"Don't move."
The other party's warm breath fell on Cyril's ear, and his white earlobes couldn't help but shudder.
Cyril froze when he heard the words, this voice... so familiar
—It's Mr. Scott!
Cyril turned over and looked at the man lying on his side.
The man's hands still wrapped around the waist of the young man in his arms, allowing him to flexibly roll over in his arms.
Brian smiled and watched as the silk nightgown on the other side ripped apart a little with the flip just now, revealing his beautifully slender collarbone and smooth and white shoulders.
The man gave a low laugh, his voice was lazy and magnetic, and his face had a relaxed look that he had just woken up from.
"Good morning, dear."
Brian's voice was as soft as a murmur between lovers, with a bit of ambiguity.
Cyril's heart skipped a beat.
Mr. Scott would never speak to him like that, or call him "darling" in such an intimate tone.
It was an extraordinarily gentle and elegant voice, but it made his hair stand up.
Cyril's eyes widened suddenly.
The handsome face of the man so close at hand was indeed what Mr. Scott looked like.
He didn't wear a monocle, and his dark blue peach eyes were looking at him affectionately. After looking at it for a long time, it seemed that he was about to indulge in the dark blue sea waves.
Cyril's heart beat a few more times in disappointment, and his eyes quickly averted as if he was scalded.
Then, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a large piece of thin, firm muscle exposed on the man's chest.
The lines are smooth and beautiful, and under the cover of loose sleep, it becomes more and more sexy and sultry.
The man's posture is relaxed and his demeanor is at ease, with a light smile on his face, and the tail of his long and narrow eyes rises slightly.
Inexplicably with a little bit of danger.
Cyril sounded the alarm in his heart, he tried to move his body, and quietly opened the distance between the two.
However, how could Brian kindly let him succeed? It was his interest to see Cyril struggling, shy, and being bullied.
He saw the small appearance of the other party trying to shrink into the quilt, the small black curly hair was scattered, and there were some blushes on his cheeks that he had just woken up from, and the whole person looked cute and soft.
The undead wizard's mood seems to have become more relaxed.
Tsk, a beautiful and soft little rose that wants to be ravaged.
A secret and excited desire for destruction overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes became more and more dark and unclear.
You have to bully the little rose so much that the juice is splashing all over the place.
Brian hooked his lips and smiled, wrapped his arms around Cyril's waist and brought him into his arms.
His slender and powerful arms tightly hugged Cyril, making him unable to break free.
The bodies of the two were closely attached, and their warm body temperature could be clearly felt through the thin silk nightgown.
Brian lowered his head slightly, the two of them leaned against a soft pillow together, the tip of their noses touched each other, and the two breaths were intertwined within an extremely narrow range.
Cyril felt that the air he inhaled carried the scent of the other party.
The breath was as hot as fire, with a temperature that was enough to scorch people, and it burned to the bottom of his heart, making his whole body hot.
Like a soft and meticulous big net, it firmly enveloped him.
Brian looked at the other's blushing white face and bent his lips.
He pressed his lips to Cyril's cheek and rubbed it lightly.
As soon as he touched it, he left, and in the next moment, he rubbed his fair and delicate skin intimately, spreading the heat unscrupulously.
Brian's other hand pressed lightly on Cyril's delicate waist.
Just when Cyril couldn't bear it any longer, and was about to lift his knees and push his knees against the opponent's lower abdomen, Brian suddenly loosened his shackles.
Cyril immediately rolled over to the bed, wrapped in the quilt, watching him vigilantly.
"Who are you?"
Cyril forced himself to ask calmly.
Brian looked at the little rose who had reacted in an instant, and a strange interest rose in his heart.
However, there was a frown on his face as he felt the feeling of emptiness in his arms.
Brian's voice dropped for a moment, as if full of disappointment and frustration: "Do you still regret it? Dear Cyril?"
Cyril heard the other party look at him with a look of dismay, and called his name in that abandoned tone, with a bit of weird self-loathing in his voice.
This made him a little bewildered.
Accustomed to Mr. Scott's usual grace, power, and arrogance, Cyril was filled with discomfort when he saw someone make this expression with his face and voice.
He was stunned for a moment, and quickly pinched his thigh to see if he was still dreaming.
Man, it hurts to death, it's true.
"Do you want to pretend to have amnesia and use this as an excuse to leave me and leave here?"
Brian said aggressively, a hint of gloom lingering on his handsome brow.
?
Cyril's face froze, he looked at the other person staring at him and said resentfully: "So, love will disappear, right?"
I'm not! I do not have! Don't talk nonsense!
Obviously I have never been in love, okay
The author has something to say: When it comes to dogs, who can compare to Brian OvO
★Come on, I'm afraid some of the little cuties are still unclear. At the end of the year, do some sorting:
1. The main perspective of this article: Adhere to the cuteness of Cyril and remain unshakable - accept it!
2. The king of the attack is the great white-haired madman who criticizes the undead, and the dean of the Snowberg Wizarding Academy - Brian, this is his surname, and the name will not be spoiled.
3. Claude Scott is the vest of the attack, the S-class wizard apprentice, the chief of the Snowberg Wizarding Academy, and the main force who is currently in front of Shou.