After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 62

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Cyril's smile gradually disappeared.

Did he hear it right

Mr. Scott said he was going to an "s" level Rift

The kind of S-class secret realm with the highest degree of danger that the professor has emphasized many times in class

Obviously, the little wizard who was in charge of reception at UNA was also taken aback when he heard the words.

He hesitated to look at Brian and Cyril beside him, and it was indeed just the two of them.

After all, he is also a receptionist who has seen strong winds and waves. It is not that he has not received wizards and wizard apprentices from S-level secret realms in the past.

However, most of the people who go to the S-level secret realm travel in teams of five, six, seven or eight people.

The little wizard from the Secret Realm pondered in his heart, going to the S-rank Secret Realm is not just about being handsome!

Don't go in with a handsome face and come out with tears and blood all over your face.

Do you know why the medical office is opposite the Uncharted Agency! This can be set up in response to the needs of the majority of wizards.

"Are you sure you want to go to that newly discovered S-class secret realm labeled '99'?"

The little wizard confirmed it aloud again.

Cyril stood aside and looked at Mr. Scott nervously, hoping that he would think more carefully.

However, the other side looked calm and nodded lightly.

The calm look seems to have just added a plate of dessert when ordering.

Cyril took a deep breath and sighed in his heart: He underestimated Mr. Scott's strength.

"Okay, then please come with me."

The little wizard nodded. He looked at Brian's determined appearance and stopped persuading them.

"This '99' secret realm has just been incorporated. In order to encourage the majority of wizards and wizard apprentices to explore, we will provide free long-distance teleportation of the wizard formation for the first three months without charging any fees."

As he spoke, he closed the door.

The little wizard locked the door, hung a sign "Leave temporarily, come back soon" on the door of the Secret Agency, and then took Cyril and the two to the end of the corridor.

This promenade looks very imposing, and there is no end in sight.

On both sides of the promenade are identical brass gates marked with different numbers.

"97, 98, 99! Ah! Here it is, here it is."

The little wizard stood still in front of one of the doors, and then he took out a very small brass key, only the size of a fingernail, from the pocket of his large wizard's robe.

Cyril glanced at the huge door lock, it didn't match at all

He was a little curious if the staff member took the wrong key.

However, this brass key is not an ordinary key, but a product of alchemy.

After the little wizard inserted it into the lock, the shape of the key began to change.

It expanded rapidly, and the originally smooth and smooth edges also flowed, becoming uneven, just enough to fit the door lock.

The little wizard twisted the key in his hand slightly, and the door opened.

"Come in, you two. Good luck!"

He pointed to the inside of the black door, and grinned at the two of Cyril.

"Thank you."

Cyril nodded at him, then looked up at Mr. Scott.

It was pitch black inside the door, and nothing could be seen.

Brian lowered his eyes to meet Cyril's novel gaze, and let out a low laugh.

His hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and naturally took Cyril's hand.

Cyril felt the other's knuckles wrapping his fingers.

Then, his slender fingers inserted between his own fingers in a gesture that could not be refused, interlocking them.

Cyril was slightly taken aback.

The warm touch spread from the fingers, getting hotter and hotter, as if there were subtle sparks rubbing.

Brian took Cyril and walked into the door.

When he first took the first step, Cyril didn't feel anything, the same as when he was walking on ordinary ground before.

However, when he stepped into the door with both feet and stood, a sudden feeling of stepping in the air made his heart skip a beat.

Cyril felt as if he was stuck in the void, without any landing point.

The surroundings are rich in black, and nothing can be seen, only the hands of the two people are holding each other very clearly.

Those hands were his only anchors in the strange environment.

Although the moment seemed long, it was only a few seconds later.

Cyril's vision became clear, from overwhelming black to overwhelming white.

Surrounded by ice and snow, they were standing on a huge piece of ice.

Through this ice surface, you can vaguely see the lines of the witch formation under the ice layer.

At the same time, a cold that penetrated deep into the bones quickly enveloped Cyril.

The cold air clamored to get into the pores, making people shiver with cold.

The air he exhaled turned into white smoke.

Cyril was about to take out his wand to give himself a warming spell, when he saw Mr. Scott stretch out his hand and tap his forehead, a warm current immediately enveloped him, dispelling the chill all around him. Even the soles of the feet are warm.

It's not just a warm spell, but it works even better!

Cyril immediately thanked Mr. Scott.

Then, he saw the other party take out the pure white, crystal clear keel wand.

He summoned a skeleton man, chanted a spell, and waved his wand.

As the spell was chanted, the skeleton's flesh began to grow rapidly.

After a while, the original gloomy bones turned into a tall and thin young man.

This is

Come back to life!

Cyril pupil earthquake.

The tall, thin man had tousled grey hair.

His chin was covered with cyan beard stubble, his eyes were full of red blood, and he also had thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days.

He was wearing a robe that looked like some kind of strange animal leather, and the various mottled patterns on it were very eye-catching.

Cyril stared at the scene in front of him with a stunned expression.

After all, he has also learned undead magic for nearly a year. Naturally, he can see that the tall and thin man in front of him no longer belongs to the category of undead.

Who is this man

"Hey, we meet again, you two."

Erlanger sneezed as soon as he opened his mouth.

He immediately cast a warming spell on himself.

After that, he looked at Brian, stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the great necromancer was going to play in a vest.

Tsk tsk, is this the love between lovers

Erlanger then looked at Cyril without a trace, and smiled: "Hello, I'm Steinbeck Erlanger."

Cyril also gave him a friendly smile, almond-shaped eyes.

"Hello, I'm Cyril Lawrence."

Brian glanced at Erlanger lightly, a little impatience in his eyes.

"Location."

He said succinctly.

The deep voice seemed even colder in this icy world, like an undercurrent under the ice.

"Right now, right away."

Erlanger hurriedly retracted his gaze towards Cyril.

As he sighed in his heart that it was not easy for him to work underworld, he took out a thin brass stick only the length of a thumb.

I saw his two hands on the two ends of the brass stick, and then gently pulled it, stretching it to the length of the forearm, and then waved it with satisfaction.

Then, Erlanger looked down on his robe carefully, and then tapped a pattern on his robe with a brass long stick, muttering some incantation.

The next moment, a small brass object in the shape of a small bee fell into the palm of his hand.

Only then did Cyril see that this retractable thing was actually a brass wand.

And this Mr. Erlanger's robe is actually a kind of equipment similar to a storage bag.

His eyes lit up, it could be that this Mr. Erlanger was proficient in alchemy.

Cyril watched with interest as Erlanger tapped the little brass bee with his wand, and then the thing began to flap its wings and fly.

"No problem, just follow it."

Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief.

It took him a lot of effort to finally fix this thing - this is the abyss probe bee that he fiddled with when he was researching before.

Erlanger took a few steps, and suddenly thought of reminding Brian to remember to restrain his powerful magic and spiritual power after he left the range of the teleportation array, and not to startle the snake.

But he felt it and found that the other party was ready early. At this time, he looked like an ordinary ordinary wizard apprentice.

Erlanger glanced at Cyril quietly again.

It seems that this great undead wizard is really surprised by this little cutie.

The three followed behind the little brass bee, left the thick ice cubes where the teleportation array was deployed by the Secret Realm Agency, and walked in the direction the little bee was flying.

Cyril faintly noticed that Mr. Scott and Mr. Erlanger seemed to have a clear purpose, and they seemed to be looking for something in this secret realm.

But he didn't ask, just walked obediently beside Mr. Scott, looking at the surrounding scenery.

This is an endless ice field.

From the occasional cracks in the ice, you can see the clear water below, the crystal clear water like transparent jelly.

I don't know how long I walked, although Cyril didn't feel cold under the heat preservation spell, but his legs began to become limp, and a warning of strike was issued.

Cyril's footsteps could not help slowing down.

Brian stopped almost at the moment when Cyril's speed changed.

He frowned, looked up at Erlanger, and asked, "How long?"

Swept away by this icy gaze, Erlanger grimaced, his facial features wrinkled together.

"I do not know either… "

He subconsciously complained in his heart: "You have to ask the little bee."

Erlanger caught a glimpse of the other party and seemed to want to summon a carriage. Thinking that the abyss was very sensitive to the undead magic using dark elements, he hurriedly said to stop Brian: "Wait, wait, let me come!"

He took a handful of small red fruits from his robe again, placed them on the ice field, and kept looking in all directions.

There is movement!

Cyril keenly heard the sound of something running.

He looked towards the source of the sound, and found that a dozen snow wolves were running towards their positions. The running posture was neat and handsome, and he was extremely handsome.

They ran together in a row, like galloping white waves.

Cyril blinked and clenched the wand in his hand.

These snow wolves are much taller and mightier than the ones that Nicholas Cavendish summoned in the arena.

At this time, Erlanger calmly picked up the small red fruit on the ground and held it in his hand.

Following the smell, the snow wolves ran to Erlanger and stood still, like obedient little dogs.

"There are so many here, it's just right, we each choose three..."

Erlanger was about to say something when he suddenly shuddered and swallowed the next words.

"Cough, you can choose one of the two."

He cleared his throat and handed a red fruit to Brian.

"Look, which one do you like?"

Brian looked at Cyril and raised his eyebrows, motioning him to choose a snow wolf.

Cyril immediately understood that this was the wolf that Mr. Scott found for himself as a means of transportation.

He felt warm in his heart and subconsciously pinched his fingertips, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Cyril looked up at these ferocious beasts.

The snow wolf in the secret realm is huge, nearly two meters long and very strong.

Their fur is beautiful, snow-white without impurities, cleaner and brighter than the color of the ice beneath their feet.

Cyril glanced left and right, and suddenly caught sight of one of the snow wolves.

The pair of beautiful black eyes of the other party adorn its fluffy face, like two clear black gems, and it looks strangely cute.

Cyril blinked and turned to look at Mr. Scott to indicate that he had already selected.

Brian nodded and walked over unhurriedly.

His slender fingertips pinched the little red fruit and shook it in front of the snow wolf's nose.

Cyril only felt that Snow Wolf's small eyes brightened, and it seemed to be trying to restrain himself from wagging its tail.

Brian gently tossed the little red fruit into the sky, and the huge snow wolf jumped up nimbly.

It opened its mouth wide and accurately let the little red fruit fall into its own mouth.

After swallowing this little red fruit, this snow wolf seemed to look more majestic and majestic.

This little red fruit is amazing!

Cyril sighed.

If the system is there, it can identify what it is.

Thinking that the system has not come back, Cyril's mood can't help but feel a little low.

While he was still immersed in worry about the system, he was suddenly picked up—Mr. Scott sat on Xuelang's back with his waist around him.

When he came back to his senses, his body twisted and fell backward as if he didn't sit still.

Cyril's entire figure was indented into Brian's arms, and the movements of the two seemed very intimate.

The corners of Brian's mouth were slightly raised, feeling Cyril's body temperature being continuously passed from the place where the two of them fit together.

He put a hand around Cyril's waist.

Erlanger watched the action of the two of them and couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart and shook his head slightly.

Hey, it's obviously the activity of three people, but he doesn't have a name.

Erlanger randomly picked a tall and sturdy snow wolf and turned over.

He fed a small red fruit to the snow wolf, and carefully collected the other small red fruit.

Seeing that the rest of the snow wolves failed to successfully compete for the post, they left in dejection.

So, they rode the two snow wolves and ran in the direction of the little brass bee.

The snow wolf's long hair is thick and soft, and it is not awkward to sit on it.

It's just that because they run too fast, the cold wind from their movements is blowing towards them.

Brian used the other hand to put the hood on Cyril's wizard's robe on him, and the hood immediately covered half of Cyril's face.

When they encountered a relatively wide crack in the ice layer, the snow wolves jumped up and jumped over the gap like a small glacier.

Cyril's entire body was also pulled backwards, but Brian firmly wrapped his waist around him to fix him.

His head rested on Cyril's shoulder, warm breath on his chin.

Cyril sat on the back of the fast-running Snow Wolf, afraid that he would fall off if he was not careful, so he didn't dare to move at all.

Had to let Mr. Scott maintain this position.

He felt like his mind was full of ice and snow, unable to think.

"Look down below."

Brian whispered in Cyril's ear, and his magnetic voice got into Cyril's ear.

Cyril looked down.

Under the crystal clear ice layer under the snow wolf's feet, there was a little bit of dark blue, and this blue seemed to be still swaying and swimming.

Cyril's eyes widened, this is... a fish

This big fish swimming under the ice is very fast, almost as fast as the snow wolf runs.

As a result, Cyril could see its translucent body clearly, and could even vaguely see its internal organs.

Suddenly, the big fish sped up and sped away a long way.

Cyril's eyes followed it and looked forward, only to see the big fish jumping out of the water from the gap in the next ice layer not far away.

The whole fish body showed beautiful lines in the air, and it also brought out a string of water splashes, which was unusually irritating.

"Want it or not?"

Seeing that Cyril was staring at the ice fish, Brian asked.

However, at this moment, Erlanger chanted a spell, and the brass wand pointed precisely at the big fish.

I saw that the translucent fish seemed to be sucked, and turned into a strange pattern on his robe.

"Hahaha, I earned such a big ice fish!"

Erlanger laughed heartily.

He smiled, and suddenly felt a sharp gaze coming from his back.

Erlanger's body froze, suddenly realizing that he might have broken someone's good deeds.

However, he felt that he could still try harder to save him.

"Ahem, saying this is the first time I've seen Lawrence, and I haven't prepared any gift for you, this ice and snow fish will be given to you."

Erlanger said quickly and anxiously: "I'll save it for you first, and remember to remind me when you go out. This is a good thing, a very rare and precious raw material for potions. Even if it is used directly for consumption, it is also very good. , is good for the growth of spiritual power and magic power."

After he finished speaking, he felt that the cold gaze on his back finally disappeared, and Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief.

With the passage of time, the distance is no longer a barren ice field, but gradually there are ups and downs, and many high and low icebergs appear in the field of vision.

The scenery has also become richer, and Cyril seems to have seen some small snow-white animals passing by.

After a while, a snow-covered forest appeared in front of him.

The snow wolves stopped at the edge of the forest. Their huge bodies were not suitable for traveling through the forest.

So the three of them got off the Snow Wolf.

Cyril reached out and touched the snow wolves who had been running for so long, watching them turn around.

The dense forest was covered with thick snowflakes, as if everything was covered with a white quilt.

The little brass bee was still dutifully leading the way as a guide.

After they left for a while, the sky suddenly darkened and a heavy snow fell.

Pieces of snowflakes fluttered in the air like falling catkins.

A few fluffy snowflakes fell on Cyril's eyelashes.

The little white on his slender, curled eyelashes was particularly striking, like a flimsy butterfly wing covered with snowflakes.

Brian caught this scene out of the corner of his eye, paused for a moment, and his eyes flashed slightly.

He stopped and reached out to hold Cyril.

Cyril raised his head slightly, his clear almond eyes flashing a little puzzled.

"Ugh?"

He uttered a syllable suspiciously, and the originally crisp voice became even softer in the vast snow, which made one's heart itch.

Brian's Adam's apple rolled.

He didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and tapped Little Rose's eyelashes with his slender fingers, wiping away the snowflakes that fell on it.

The cold snow touched his warm fingertips and struggled for a while, but was still irresistibly melted by the temperature, leaving behind a little crystal clear water stain.

It was obvious that the two of them didn't act too radically, but the atmosphere of not allowing outsiders to intervene made Erlanger's teeth sour.

He looked indifferent: It's better to let the snow bury me and cheer up your husband!