Brian let out a low laugh, looking down at Cyril, his eyes focused.
He suddenly thought of three years ago during the grading trial of wizard apprentices. In that illusion, Cyril mercilessly inserted a sharp knife into the side of his neck.
Brian leaned down with interest, put his lips close to Cyril's ear and asked, "Do you want to kill me with your own hands? Dear Cyril?"
His low and hoarse male voice slowly dragged the tune, and it seemed that there was still a hint of bewitching that was not easily discernible.
When Cyril heard the words, he suddenly recalled the blurred illusion he entered during the first wizard apprentice grading trial.
I have to say that Mr. Scott in the fantasy was indeed killed by himself...
He blinked a little guilty and shook his head sincerely.
"Okay, then let's find the exit of the secret realm."
Brian saw his face, thought of something, and hooked his lips.
He took Cyril's hand to his lips and kissed his fingertips ambiguous.
correct! There is also a secret exit!
Cyril's eyes lit up, and he didn't pay attention to each other's small movements for a while.
How could he forget that in addition to getting out of the secret realm through the wristband after being killed, the wizard apprentice can also find the exit and take the initiative to leave here.
After determining the target, the two soon found clues under a tall and green sycamore tree.
There is a teleportation array hidden underground, which is the closest secret realm teleportation point to them.
As Brian chanted the spell to activate the teleportation spell, Cyril took one last look at the battlefield of this wizard's apprentice grading trial, where he accidentally got off the list and disappeared in place.
"Ah! The last two wizard apprentices came out! Huh? Together? Not attacking each other?!"
A wizarding union worker hastily recorded it on the parchment responsible for the registration.
"Two, please show your bracelets, I have to register your points and take them off by the way."
After the wizard finished speaking, he glanced at the value on Cyril's wristband in surprise, then glanced at Brian's wristband, and couldn't help taking a breath.
"Very good! Very good! Please get your S-class wizard apprentice record form over there."
He suppressed the shock in his heart and said dryly.
"Congratulations to our first and second place!"
A red-haired witch who was in charge of registering the classification of wizard apprentices gave Cyril a smile.
Her eyes stayed on Cyril for a while, and suddenly made a sudden realization: "Ah! It's you! Little guy! You were the only S-class wizard apprentice in the last session!"
The red-haired witch's voice sounded somewhat interested.
Cyril met her piercing gaze, and nodded a little embarrassedly.
He found that the attention of everyone around him seemed to be focused on him at this time, and his boyfriend seemed to have become a transparent person.
An academy chief who is obviously so tall and handsome! No one seems to have seen it!
While registering the results of his own wizard apprentice grading test - of course, he was still an S-level wizard apprentice, Cyril wondered if Mr. Scott secretly used some magic spell to hide himself.
Cyril stared at the red-haired witch carefully, and saw that she had stamped a white seal with the "S" letter pattern on Claude Scott's registration form as usual, and said nothing.
He suppressed the question for the time being, intending to continue to ask after he left here.
Now there are more important things.
"Shall we go to Brewster first?"
Cyril raised his eyes to the handsome man beside him and suggested.
"It's good to let Wizard Og repair your body as soon as possible."
Cyril added in a low voice, and the lowered voice cast an unusually soft aura on him.
Seeing what Little Rose looked like now, Brian couldn't help but want to bow his head and kiss him.
"Okay, let's go to Brewster."
His voice was calm, with a hint of reassurance, and his tone was unhurried.
"Hurry up."
Brian hugged Cyril and started to move in space according to the location of the map.
Although the long-distance space transfer is fatal to the consumption of the wizard's magic power, after several space transfers, Brian still looks effortless.
When they finally stopped, what appeared in front of Cyril was a sea of lavender flowers.
The deep and shallow purple waves sway gently, romantic and pure.
At first glance, Cyril thought he had returned to the secret realm of grading trials.
Thinking that Wizard Ogg said that the Brewster wizard's favorite is lavender, Cyril was overjoyed, and it seemed that this was the place.
He was about to walk into this sea of lavender flowers to look for traces, when Mr. Scott was hugged and lightly flashed to the side.
With a loud "bang-" sound, a large pit a few meters in size appeared where Cyril had just stood.
Even the turf on the ground was blasted into small pieces, which looked extremely miserable.
"Good skills... This is more interesting... Oh... and two little bugs... How did you find them here... "
Cyril opened his eyes wide and heard a hoarse and cold voice.
The sound was like an old gramophone that was sizzling stuck by something, and it made people feel uncomfortable and terrified.
Not to mention the unrestrained disgusting excitement in the voice.
"Ah... it's you..."
Cyril now has a headache when he hears such reminiscences.
He looked down the source of the sound and saw a tall man with a black hood.
From the end of the man's broad wizard's robe sleeves, his dry hands could be vaguely seen, like the wrinkled bark of a tree, but also like a puckered corpse.
"I still remember you... beautiful white soul..."
Cyril was stunned when he heard the words, and couldn't help frowning.
Brian's scrutiny eyes passed over the man in black robe.
He suddenly snorted lightly, and the dark blue eyes hidden behind the monocle became thick ink.
This man really made his memory fresh.
Before Cyril could react, he saw that his boyfriend seemed to be sick again. His aura suddenly became fierce, and his eyes became thick black.
In an instant, Brian resolutely threw out a few curses with an ominous cold light.
I saw a chain of interlaced solid chains like fine cobwebs, which firmly imprisoned the black-robed man.
Cyril could vaguely hear the sound of gouging out the flesh and deboning.
His heart sank, and he had a bad premonition inexplicably.
Cyril's eyelids jumped, his heart thumped, and there was a sudden panic, feeling that there was a secret that had to be revealed in advance before the time came.
"This means..."
The man in black robe struggled to raise his head, revealing a wrinkled, mask-like weird face under the black hood.
To Cyril's astonishment, the face was covered with traces of the abyss he had seen in himself.
The distorted dark lines spread on the exposed skin of this person, and it seemed to be a little different if you looked closely.
There are dense black dots on the dark texture.
"Sure enough it's you... Brian..."
A hoarse voice with a sinister smile.
"Long time no see... Claude Bryan... my good nephew..."
Cyril took a breath, and his mind suddenly went blank.
He suddenly looked at the man beside him, his heart was beating wildly like it was about to burst, and his throat was as dry as cotton stuffed.
Brian...?
Brian, the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy
Cyril's mind suddenly flashed through many strange places he had overlooked before.
It's like a messy thread has been pulled off the key knot, and those unclear places have been untied one by one.
Cyril felt that his brain was like a brass machine that started to turn again after being oiled, and the various details in the memory were like countless rusted gears, one after another.
Why did Dean Brian give himself an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he first met him; why Mr. Scott's spiritual power and magic power were so high, far exceeding that of ordinary wizard apprentices; why the other party was so good at Dean Brian Iconic undead magic, unusually high at Snowburg School of Wizarding...
Countless complicated thoughts circled in his mind.
Cyril felt his throat dry, as if a block of ice had slipped into his stomach.
The other party has been hiding the truth, is it deliberately wearing two vests to make fun of himself...
So in his eyes, is his own confession just fun to relieve boredom when he is bored
Thinking of this possibility, Cyril lowered his eyes, feeling a tightness in his chest and a little breathless.
After the black-robed wizard finished speaking, he suffered another curse.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
He was tied up with chains and fell to the ground twitching, but he was still laughing horribly.
The chain on his body tightened more and more, and the ground was slowly stained with scarlet blood.
"You talk too much."
Brian fiddled with the wand in his hand slowly, and a layer of blue veins bulged slightly on the back of his white hand.
His voice sounded very calm, as if saying, "It's so nice today," but there was a chill running down his spine.
Is this person infected by the abyss a relative of Mr. Scott
Is he a dark wizard wanted by the Wizarding League
Why did this dark wizard come here
Cyril silently watched the confrontation between the two in front of him, and suddenly felt an unprecedented confusion.
He had to admit that although Mr. Scott initially attracted him with his mighty strength and graceful bearing, he was indeed bewitched by the dangerous mystery hidden in his bones.
Like a rose, dazed by a rare golden butterfly.
This confusion of Cyril was mixed with other emotions such as unease and anger that kept popping up, colliding and fermenting with each other.
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The man in black robe still smiled arrogantly despite being suppressed and lying on the ground.
Brian stepped forward, his clean leather boots silently stepping on the pool of scarlet blood on the ground, splashing blood.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with calm madness.