After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Chapter 77

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On these scattered pieces of parchment, an owl was drawn on the top page, and next to it was written "Ten Ways to Eat a Fat Chicken with a Round Face".

This is exactly the same as what Cyril once saw in that "Strange Creatures Cookbook"... I can't say it has nothing to do with it.

Cyril suddenly understood why the name "Brewster" seemed familiar to him.

In some recipes in the "Strange Creatures Cookbook", the author also specially marked "Brewster especially likes this method", "Brewster eats it and says it right" and so on.

Thinking of this, Cyril looked at the colorful owl again, and suddenly felt a lot more cordial.

Unexpectedly, this ancient wizard happened to be the owner of his enlightenment book.

"Well..."

The owl didn't notice the change in Cyril's eyes, it fluttered its wings and flew to the bookcase.

"Here is Brewster's manuscript, and my diary."

Speaking of this, the owl was a little proud, it seemed to open the box of memories and began to chat: "Brewster likes to fiddle with all kinds of herbs, and also likes all kinds of dishes I make... His favorite is lavender, I specially Set the entrance of our cottage to a sea of lavender flowers…”

Cyril sorted out the manuscripts while listening to Tours Auger's recollections.

On the other hand, Brian frowned, and his usual calm and elegant face showed a little impatient look.

"Okay, wizard Og, don't need to be so troublesome."

Brian said lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw Mr. Scott draw out a blank piece of parchment and pour some Mous ink on it.

These Mous inks seemed to be tightly controlled by something, and they began to draw complex witch formations.

Brian snapped his fingers slowly.

I saw a ray of red light on Brewster's manuscript.

The red light then turned into a thin line, which was linked to the parchment on which the witch formation was drawn.

After a while, a rough map slowly appeared on the parchment.

Thin red lines meander and circle around the map, and finally stop somewhere, forming a small red dot.

"The last place he stayed was not in this secret realm of trials."

Brian glanced at the map, waved his hand, and put it away.

Cyril looked at the owl curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why didn't the sorcerer Thors Auger go looking for Brewster himself before

Probably feeling Cyril's confusion, the owl turned slightly and whispered a little embarrassedly, "Brewster does not allow me to find him... After I fell, this ray of will can only be stored in the cabin, and the owl can't do anything about it. go out… "

"I see."

Cyril nodded and continued: "However, we have to wait until this grading trial is over before we can leave the secret realm to find it."

He was about to ask how to communicate with Tours Auger when he saw the owl flying to a small potted plant on the desk.

It's a colorful little pot with a green plant with oval leaves.

The leaves of this plant are wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, and they look full of water, like chubby little claws.

"This is the teleporter, through which you can reach my cabin."

The owl's black pea-like eyes looked at this small potted plant, and the eyes were full of love.

"I planted it with Brewster."

"...Did you just provide a flower pot?"

Seeing this very distinctive aesthetic, Cyril couldn't help but complain.

However, the owl looked at him with great relief after hearing the words, nodded solemnly, and wrote "I appreciate you very much, young man" on the round fluffy face.

Afterwards, Tours Auger explained to them the usage and precautions of this teleportation object.

It was the first time that Cyril saw this kind of teleportation object, which was said to require huge magic power to make.

Cyril glanced at Mr. Scott beside him, and a latent embarrassment enveloped him.

At this point, they had left the cabin and returned to the original secret realm of trials.

If it weren't for the deep night above and the passage of time, it really proved that they spent a long time in the cabin, or Cyril would have thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion in a sea of lavender flowers.

Without the chattering old owl, the moment they returned to the two-person world again, the heart-pounding emotions that Cyril had suppressed before seemed to be reheated, like melted butter, and flowed out with a clatter. Can't hold it either.

His heart was beating wildly, and his heart was beating up and down.

Brian saw Cyril lowered his eyes and did not speak, like a shy little rose that closed all the petals.

He hooked his lips lightly, and rubbed his fingertips on his side lightly, calmly.

He is a cunning hunter, calm and unhurried, waiting for his lovable prey to slip into the trap himself.

The night was quiet and gentle.

A round of bright crescent moon and scattered bright stars hung on the sky, gleaming.

The cool water moonlight shrouded the vast sea of flowers and the mountains in the distance, and all the scenery seemed to be covered with a veil.

Even the breeze blowing across his cheeks softened.

It was probably the night that blurred each other's faces, and Cyril thought to himself that Mr. Scott shouldn't be able to see his flushed cheeks at this time.

He suddenly had an inexplicable courage.

"… "

Cyril tried to open his mouth, trying to confirm something, but his throat was dry as if he was being burned by the heat on his body.

He had to widen his eyes and look at Mr. Scott.

Brian looked down at the clear eyes that were close at hand, shining like stars falling into the sky.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

He felt as if a soft feather was plucking the waters of Heart Lake.

Brian slowly got closer, their foreheads almost touching.

Suddenly, a slight "gugu-" sound broke the ambiguous atmosphere here.

Cyril took two steps back as if he had just woken up from a dream, then looked at his stomach in shock, and awkwardly pulled out Barbie's dream mansion.

"hungry?"

Brian raised his eyebrows, a smile slipping through his eyes.

Cyril tried his best to control the expression on his face and nodded slightly.

"What to eat?"

Brian still smiled lightly.

"I can do it..."

Cyril touched his nose shyly.

So, Mr. Zorro, who hadn't seen him for a long time, returned to the river and lake, and served the perfectly fried steak on the small round table that Brian made.

There are comfortable chairs on both sides of the table, and a delicate rose is inserted in a glass bottle in the center of the table.

Cyril was in a subtle mood eating a delicious steak, which was tender, chewy and full of flavor.

Eat a few mouthfuls of steak, then scoop up a spoonful of sweet corn kernels with yellow and orange oranges, taste golden fried eggs and soft and delicious mashed potatoes.

The transparent glass is filled with iced freshly squeezed juice, refreshing and relieving.

When Cyril was full and hiccupped, Brian raised his hand and cleaned up the surroundings.

When interrupted by this fragrant dinner, Cyril lost the courage he had finally mustered up before.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why don't you exercise when you're full?"

Brian gave him a playful look and nodded slightly in agreement.

Cyril immediately looked at the bracelet issued by the Wizarding Union on his wrist.

In order to facilitate the mutual "killing" of the wizard apprentices, the wristband can project the location of the nearby wizard apprentices.

Cyril summoned the undead carriage again and walked in the direction of the nearby wizard apprentice.

As if to cover up the panic in his heart, he started a ruthless act of harvesting heads.

There happened to be quite a few wizard apprentices around, which was Cyril's luck and the misfortune of other wizard apprentices.

The sharp and precise spells of his beautiful black wand tip came out, shattering the flukes of the wizarding apprentices.

Many apprentice wizards who had never been beaten like this before had their dreams shattered on the spot, suspecting that they had been lonely in the past three years of studying magic.

Maybe that's the way the fight is, the more you fight, the easier it gets.

Seeing more and more points on the bracelet, Cyril felt the unpretentious and boring happiness of the strong.

Halfway through his kill, he suddenly looked at Mr. Scott, who still had a score of "0", with bright eyes. He tied up many apprentice wizards and handed them over to the opponent to complete the final blow.

Brian glanced at Cyril with a half-smile half-smile, his eyes were gentle, and he nodded in response.

Then he slowly raised his hand, and flutteringly watched the bracelets of the wizard apprentices shatter and disappear in front of his eyes.

Some wizard apprentices who were full of escape skills passed on the news that they were chased and killed by two senior wizard apprentices at night. It is rumored that they did their best to construct the image of the two great demon kings.

Cyril didn't know that he had created a myth casually and invisibly.

When he felt a little tired, he stopped.

Cyril's hair and wizard robes were a little messy, and the white and smooth skin was covered in a little sweat, shining in the moonlight.

His face still seemed to be steaming hot, and the whole person had an indescribable vitality.

There are no wizard apprentices around here, only the two of them, accompanied by the evening wind and moonlight.

The eyes of the two met, and the surrounding air suddenly became sticky again.

Cyril blinked and licked his lower lip involuntarily.

He suddenly felt blessed, clenched his fists, raised his head slightly, and said in a soft voice, "Tonight's night is so beautiful..."

Cyril's heart was beating wildly.

He felt as if he was stepping on soft cotton, but he couldn't really step on it.

The next moment, Cyril was forcefully pulled into a hot embrace.

Brian grabbed the back of Cyril's neck with one hand, and wrapped his other hand tightly around him.

He kissed hard and bit Cyril's lip.

From the shallow taste to the deep bone marrow.

Cyril was kissed so hard that he felt dizzy.

The cotton under his feet turned into a dense net, covering him overwhelmingly, imprisoned and bound, but with an indescribable satisfaction.

Brian licked the tears that overflowed from the corner of Cyril's eyes, and a series of kisses followed the end of his eyes and fell to his ears.

He covered Cyril's soft earlobe and said vaguely, his voice hoarse, like a low-pitched cello.

"No matter how beautiful you are."