After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 74

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Although Cyril was a little sorry, he couldn't pass up such a good opportunity to learn time magic.

After practicing over and over again, Cyril seemed to have finally figured out a little trick, and for the first time successfully cast this time-reversing magic.

However, this time, the wizard apprentice wrapped in the vine cocoon seemed to have some obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the other party's original unruly red hair also turned white.

"This is?"

Cyril blinked and looked at Mr. Scott, who was beside him with curiosity.

The corners of Brian's mouth were slightly raised, and he said lightly: "It's just a little aftereffect. After all, he used illusion and space transfer at the same time, and he was a little intolerable in time magic."

Seeing the complicated look on Cyril's face, Brian paused and continued, "Don't worry, time will heal the wrong things on its own."

What he didn't point out was that the process of time self-correction might be a little tortuous.

On the other hand, he was relieved to find that he finally didn't have to be backtracked by the wizard apprentice.

While cursing in his heart, he continued to move forward.

When he walked to the nearby lake, he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the lake water.

The apprentice wizard stared stiffly at his face and hair that was decades old, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Grass!

In every strand of his white hair, none of those dog boys and boys are innocent!

Cyril estimated the huge scope of this trial secret realm, and took the chief gentleman beside him to the transportation.

The undead carriage he summoned was not comparable to Mr. Scott's luxury RV, but it also freed his legs.

The two sat side by side on the carriage seat, and an undead rider skillfully drove the carriage.

The staff of the Wizarding Union told the wizard apprentices before: there are rich resources in this trial secret realm, and it is even possible to discover the relics of ancient wizards.

Cyril had thought about it before.

In the first few days, it was too inefficient to "kill" the apprentices one by one. It is better to wait until later to "kill" those apprentices who have accumulated a lot of points. Intuitively, it is more cost-effective to take away a large number of points from the other party.

So in the first few days, Cyril wanted to try to find the relics of ancient wizards.

Of course, if he found a wizard apprentice on the way, he would not let it go in vain.

While Cyril was discussing his plan with Mr. Scott, he caught a glimpse of a few wizard apprentices in front of him.

Cyril raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed the wand in his hand unceremoniously at those people.

The other party's response was also very fast.

A series of colorful magic spells came head-on, and they were all thrown on the water curtain spell.

With the movements of these wizard apprentices, their fronts were exposed.

Cyril narrowed his eyes, always feeling that these people were a little familiar.

"It's you!"

One of the tall and thin wizard apprentices widened his eyes and squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

"We won't let you go this time!"

While frantically adding protective spells to himself, the apprentice wizard took out enchanted weapons one by one and threw them at Cyril.

Cyril instantly summoned the flying skeleton birds, accurately blocking the attack of these enchanted weapons.

While waving his wand, he learned to use it, and like the wizard apprentice before, began to build a fantasy.

Although it took a little time, these wizard apprentices all fell into Cyril's illusion and found nothing wrong.

Seeing them attacking wildly in completely opposite directions, Cyril rolled his eyes and began to think about who these people were.

"You know them?"

Brian turned the tail ring on his finger and asked unintentionally, in a very natural tone.

Cyril shook his head.

He has been traveling with Mr. Scott outside of the Academy since he discovered the "anchor" the abyssal creature left on his body two years ago.

Since Mr. Scott didn't know them, it must have been earlier.

Suddenly, Cyril's mind flashed through the scene of him going to the underground market in the floating city a long time ago, and he remembered who these people were.

These are the few people who slandered Mr. Scott in the B-level Rift!

Seeing the look of sudden realization on Cyril's face, Brian let out a low laugh.

He stretched out his hand uncontrollably and lightly rubbed Cyril's eyebrows.

Neither light nor heavy, just brushed it off like a small dust that fell on it at will.

"Did they have something to do with the black market you went to two years ago?"

Brian said slowly.

He calmly twitched the palm of his finger that had just brushed the center of Cyril's eyebrows, as if he was reminiscing about the touch of Little Rose's white and tender skin.

At that time, he felt the fluctuation of the rose necklace on Cyril's body, so he traced the other party's itinerary for the day without a trace.

Brian guessed that a dark wizard with no eyes in the black market was coveting Cyril, which caused fluctuations in the rose necklace.

He casually mentioned to the "Dark Wizard Detention Office" of the Wizarding League.

It just so happens that the Wizarding League is particularly sensitive to the traces of dark wizards due to the reappearance of the abyss traces, and secretly sent people to lurk in the black market.

Unfortunately, it was later heard that the dark wizard was still allowed to escape, and only some wizards who were selling prohibited creatures were caught.

Cyril nodded when he heard the words, recalling that the reason he robbed these people in the first place was to protect Mr. Scott.

He couldn't help but look away and touched his nose with a little guilt.

Brian caught a glimpse of Cyril dodging his gaze, and his white earlobes were stained with a little blush.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

It seems that there is something here that I don't know about.

Brian's eyes swept across several wizard apprentices who were still frantically outputting in the illusion not far away.

He randomly selected one of them, and his dark blue eyes stared at the wizard apprentice, silently invading his memory.

I saw that the wizard apprentice's movements suddenly slowed down, as if his attention was drawn away by something.

In this person's memory, Cyril, who was still a little immature two years ago, raised his beautiful eyebrows and dragged his voice elegantly and reservedly: "I heard someone say that the S-class wizard of our Snowberg Wizarding Academy The apprentice's name doesn't live up to its name?"

His black and white apricot eyes are full of writing - with all due respect, all of us who just beeped at Chief Scott are hot chickens!

Coming from the memory of the wizard apprentice, Brian looked at Cyril with a heavy gaze, and the dark blue eyes flashed black gold for a moment.

His eyes are straightforward and caring, as if a powerful hunter is bound to win the small prey he sees.

Seeing that one of the wizard apprentices seemed to have escaped his illusion, Cyril found the right time and hit them with a spell.

As the bracelets on the hands of the wizard apprentices who were hit shattered, their figures disappeared in place.

The skeleton rider re-steered the carriage very intuitively.

Cyril lowered his head to look at the points on his wristband, which showed the number "6".

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the three apprentices had already killed other apprentices.

It feels so good to get something for nothing!

Cyril lowered his head and lowered his eyes, admiring the 6 freshly-baked points on his wristband.

Therefore, he did not see the soul-stirring desire suppressed between the eyebrows of the handsome man beside him.

I really want to lock up the little rose...

Imprisoned in his elaborate cage, he told him that he could only look at himself every day, shaking the delicate petals and spitting out the sweetness in the stamens.

Brian's eyes darkened.

"Little Rose..."

He moved his lips slightly, and the vague words drifted in the air, revealing a bit of sultry lingering, like the intimate whispers between lovers.

"…?"

Cyril heard Mr. Scott's whisper-like voice, turned his head sideways, and asked questions in his eyes.

By the time Cyril raised his head, Brian had returned to his usual elegant and calm attitude, and the color of his eyes behind the monocle was deep and charming.

His smile was somewhat meaningful.

"I mean, the big lavender in front is not as pretty as the rose garden."

Brian nodded slightly and said unhurriedly.

Cyril followed the opponent's line of sight and looked forward.

Large swathes of lavender bloomed dazzlingly, forming a sea of purple flowers, which was unbelievably beautiful.

The breeze blows, and the whole sea of lavender flowers is like deep and shallow purple waves, which rise and fall layer by layer, romantic and pure.

The Skeleton Wagon has come to the edge of the Lavender Garden.

There is no road here.

Cyril was considering whether to bypass this place.

A large patch of lavender in front of the carriage opened up a path that only accommodated the skeleton carriage, as if it had learned the news of the visitor.

Cyril blinked, wondering if there were any traps on the road that suddenly appeared.

But then he thought, Mr. Scott had been by his side, and it was all right to take the risk.

Cyril rolled his eyes and glanced at his side as if he was inadvertently.

From this angle, he could just see Mr. Scott's hand beside the seat. It was well-jointed, slender and powerful, with the charm of a mature man.

At this time, Mr. Scott bent his fingers and tapped casually on the armrest of the seat, his posture was natural and elegant.

Obviously it is an extraordinarily simple action, but for no reason, it gives people an aura of ease and mastery of the overall situation.

Even Cyril could feel a vague and decisive savagery.

Cyril felt that the position of his heart was suddenly pinched by someone, and the aroma from the tip of his nose made him feel a little dry and itchy in his throat.

He withdrew his gaze and steered the carriage onto the road in the sea of lavender flowers.