As soon as Cyril walked in front of the gate, an owl in the form of a gray fog flapped its wings and slid through the gate like a small cannonball.
Before he could step back or dodge, the owl slammed into Cyril's arms.
However, it wasn't the pain he expected. There was a soft feeling in his chest, like hitting a large piece of soft jelly.
After hitting Cyril, the owl bounced out a little, struggling to keep its balance in the air, and then landed on Cyril's shoulder.
"Cuckoo! Good evening, Mr. Lawrence!"
Zooey the owl tilted her head and greeted.
"Uh... good evening, Mr. Zoe."
Cyril turned his head sideways and blinked at it.
He stared at Zooey the owl's chubby, round face that looked fierce, thinking of its various behaviors and cute attributes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.
Dean Brian's pet is unexpectedly cute!
"Cuckoo! Come on, Mr. Lawrence! B... Chief Scott is already waiting for you inside."
Zooey the owl raised her fluffy chin and said slowly in a long tone.
Cyril learned to recall what Mr. Liscott had done last time, and tentatively placed his hand in the center of the circular witch formation on the gate.
The witch formation started to run, and the door opened.
As soon as Cyril entered the door, he saw the chief of the academy who he hadn't seen for a long time.
Mr. Scott was sitting on the sofa, looking down at a thick leather book spread out on his lap, platinum-blond hair hanging loosely on his forehead.
A black wizard's robe could not hide his handsome figure.
Although the other party's attitude was lazy and casual, the dangerous aura that could not be ignored still swept his face.
Aware of Cyril's arrival, Brian's slender fingers casually closed the book in his hand, and the book immediately disappeared into the air.
His eyes circled around Cyril's pale face.
Cyril raised his eyes to meet Mr. Scott's gaze, and for a moment he seemed to see black and golden eyes similar to Dean Brian.
But when he blinked again, it was clear that Mr. Scott's dark blue peach eyes were in his field of vision.
Those eyes had a kind of elegant affection, like a deep blue sea that could drown people.
"Good evening, Mr. Scott."
Cyril felt a little confused for a while, he just felt that he saw Dean Brian on Mr. Scott.
While clearing the various thoughts in his mind, he approached the handsome Mr. Wizard.
"Good evening, little Cyril."
Brian smiled at Cyril with a very leisurely tone.
He admired Little Rose's dazed appearance for a moment with satisfaction, and then stood up slowly.
When the other party came to him, Cyril immediately felt the indescribable sense of oppression brought by Mr. Scott's tall stature.
He quietly puffed out his cheeks, determined to drink an extra glass of milk at every meal in the future! Hurry up and grow taller!
Brian waved his hand, and an exquisite magic scroll flew from the table next to him.
Cyril has been reading a lot of common-sense books about the Wizarding Land in the library these past two weeks.
When he saw the magic scroll, his eyes lit up slightly.
The book said that magic scrolls inherited from ancient wizards are generally more expensive, and they are usually used to store some large-scale magics that require a long time to sing and cast spells, so that wizards can enhance their combat effectiveness in an instant.
At present, the commonly used and best-selling magic scroll is the magic scroll of fixed-point space transfer.
After all, the magic power that space transfer needs to consume is huge, and the farther the space transfer is, the higher the requirements for the wizard's magic power and level.
And the distance of space transfer is limited.
Although the book does not specify what the upper limit distance is, Cyril can understand it.
Otherwise, why do wizards need to take various airships and cruise ships to Whalefall Island and other continents.
It looks like they might be going somewhere far away tonight.
Cyril was a little nervous, but more excited and looking forward to it.
He watched intently as Mr. Scott slowly and gracefully opened the scroll of magic.
"Get ready, we're going."
There was a hint of confusion in Brian's voice.
He naturally reached out and embraced Cyril, and at the same time activated the magic scroll with huge magic power.
Cyril only saw that the magic scroll was instantly shrouded in a black mist, and a hexagram-like magic formation appeared on the blank scroll.
Immediately afterwards, a sense of dizziness struck like lightning.
The next moment, Cyril felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.
The cold wind brushed against his cheek mercilessly, trying to get into his sleeves.
Cyril calmed down and opened his eyes, staring at the dark, ominous land in front of him.
Under the cold moonlight, the shadows cast by the surrounding trees are like ferocious ghosts, and there seem to be some sinister creatures hiding in the shadows.
Cyril shivered subconsciously.
This is... a cemetery.
The tombstones standing up and down are icy and icy, like a pair of unblinking dark eyes, reminding how many undead are sleeping under this land, stimulating and inducing fear in the depths of people's hearts.
Cyril looked up at Mr. Scott, who was standing beside him.
The other party's handsome face could not be seen clearly in the shadows, but it unexpectedly gave Cyril a sense of security.
"So, what do I need to learn?"
Cyril spoke softly, his voice soft like a newborn kitten.
As if he was worried that the louder the sound, the sleeping residents of the cemetery would jump up and accuse him of disturbing the people in the middle of the night.
Brian lowered his eyes and glanced lightly at Cyril's calm expression, regretting that Little Rose accepted it so quickly.
He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and said lazily, "Yes, undead magic."
Suddenly, Brian felt a subtle movement in the shadow not far away.
He cast a fluttering glance, and instantly restrained the breath and magic power of his body, with a playful smile on his face.
Cyril was pricking up his ears to listen to Mr. Scott's teaching, but he didn't expect that there would be no more after he said that.
He was stunned for a moment, a little confused in his big apricot eyes.
Cyril racked his brains trying to grasp what Mr. Scott meant now.
Is it for him to observe and discover the point for himself
But he could only feel the gloomy and decadent smell in the surrounding air.
Cyril's gaze swept across a pale tombstone in the moonlight, the cold and hard ground with bumps and depressions, and looked at the old trees with claws and claws in the distance.
Wait... Something seemed to vibrate in the bushes.
Cyril froze, clenching the wand in his hand, and quickly sifting through his mind suitable spells to attack.
A dark figure in the distance suddenly jumped out of the bushes. It was moving so fast that it seemed to be rushing towards Cyril and the two in a blink of an eye.
It is a humanoid creature with wrinkled black skin that can walk on its own.
But it is more like a standing amphibian than a human, with fine, disgusting bumps on its curved back.
Cyril could see the sharp teeth in its open mouth, as if it could easily pierce his skin.
"Corrosive Arrow!"
Cyril calmly waved his wand, focusing the effect of the spell on the monstrous creature's extra-bulging eyeballs.
He taught himself an instant spell in the library, and three arrows of corruption flew toward the creature's eyes and muzzle.
However, this thing is very agile, and it turned sideways and dodged.
"Raging fire!"
Cyril turned to his best fireball technique, but due to the limitation of magic power, despite the bonus of his wand, he could not unleash a very powerful flame.
Brian saw Cyril cast spells one after another, the movements were neat and smooth, the spells were smooth, and he could outline the magic runes needed for the spells in an instant.
The ghoul was thwarted by his incessant spells, but was still heading in their direction with certainty.
100 meters... 20 meters... It's getting closer!
Although Cyril knew that Mr. Scott could not indifferently expose them to the creature's attack, he still broke out in a cold sweat.
The palm of his hand holding the wand was covered with cold sweat, his heart beat louder and a biting chill ran down his back.
At the moment when the thing rushed towards them, it seemed to be thrown out by a huge force, knocked down a tombstone, and rolled into the ruins with a loud "bang-" sound.
The violent impact made Cyril's little heart tremble uncontrollably.
The thing struggled for a while in the ruins, and then the strength of its limbs gradually disappeared, its movements slowed down, and finally its limbs fell weakly and remained motionless.
"A smelly ghoul."
Brian retracted his gaze and smiled at Cyril.
His eyes glazed over a crystal clear bead of sweat lying on Cyril's tear mole, and suddenly his hands felt a little itchy.
Brian turned the tail ring on his hand unintentionally, then stretched out his fingers and approached Cyril's neck.
His cool fingers touched Cyril's fair skin, and after a pause, the pulp of his fingers slid all the way down into Cyril's neckline.
Cyril's body was tense, he raised his head slightly, and the porcelain white and delicate neck showed a beautiful curve.
Brian let out a low laugh, and hooked out the rose necklace he was wearing around his neck with his fingers just before he realized that Cyril was about to explode.
He pressed the scarlet gem in the center of the rose necklace with the pulp of his finger, and a soft white light suddenly enveloped Cyril's body.
Cyril sighed in relief when he saw that Mr. Scott had put down his hand, and then felt a warm current enveloped him.
The body that had just released too many magic spells and exhausted its magic power was like taking a comfortable hot bath, and its magic power was refilled.
This is... Healing
Cyril faintly noticed that this kind of treatment seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
After the white light disappeared, Cyril politely thanked Mr. Scott.
He doesn't have to control the volume anymore, after all, Mr. Scott has knocked down the houses of the cemetery residents.
"Okay, it took a little time, but that's okay."
Brian tossed Little Rose a little, and got a bit of bad pleasure, and his mood immediately became happy.
He said leisurely: "The cemetery is the entrance to the world of the undead. I'll take you to see it today."
After all, Brian took out the white keel wand and waved it in the air.
Cyril saw Mr. Scott's lips touching lightly, as if chanting a spell.
Then, he found that his body began to become transparent, emitting a bright light.
Cyril reached out and touched his arm, but his transparent arm went straight through the other arm.
He turned to look at Mr. Scott, who did too.
At this time, a huge skeleton creature emerged from the ground, and the small skeleton head hung down, bowing its head in the direction of Mr. Scott.
It has a huge skeleton, but it does not feel bloated and cumbersome. It is covered with slender bones, forming a beautiful streamlined shape, even like a pleasing artwork.
Cyril looked at the skeleton creature with some curiosity.
He watched the dark green soul fire flickering in its empty eye sockets, as if rejoicing at seeing Mr. Scott.
"Come up."
Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice ringing in his ear.
come up? Where to go
Before Cyril could react, he was hugged in his arms.
In the next instant, his body vacated, and then fell onto the bone back of the skeleton creature.
Underneath the buttocks was a curved bone, but it was very smooth and unexpectedly unobtrusive.
Cyril was thinking about moving his body to adjust his sitting position when a warm body was attached to his back, and he stopped moving immediately.
"Come on, Zook."
Brian spoke softly and plainly.
He was clearly instructing the skeleton creature under him, but his thin lips were pressed against Cyril's earlobe.
Cyril felt the other person's warm breath against his ears, and the magnetic and sultry voice seemed to swirl into his ears.
His breath stagnated, the soft ear roots gradually dyed a crimson color, and the slender and curled eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.
Cyril looked around the gloomy cemetery, and thought of the theory of the suspension bridge effect that he had seen before crossing, and he calmed down.
Heh, he must be thinking too much, what normal person would want to tease others in a place like a cemetery? !
Cyril's calm expression finally couldn't be restrained when the skeleton creature opened its skeleton wings.
This huge creature named "Zok" rose obediently and hovered freely in the cold high sky.
The speed and turn of its flight made Cyril feel that the elevator was nothing more than a younger brother.
Zook obediently lapped in midair for several laps according to the master's will, and then received the master's will and said that it was almost enough, and rushed into the ground of the cemetery intently.