"I should have killed you last time."
Brian rubbed the wand in his hand and said slowly.
"I accidentally let you escape before, but this time you have no such luck."
There was a thick black rolling in his eyes, like a deep mist under the night.
"Ah… "
The man in black robe gasped heavily and laughed in a hoarse voice:
"You kill me...you will never be able to repair your soul...after all...you are the one I created with my own hands...the most satisfying..."
Before he could finish speaking, he began to let out a strange laugh, extremely frantic, laughing like he was about to vomit all his internal organs.
"My most satisfying... "
Before the black-robed man could speak, he was hit by a curse and fell straight to the ground.
Cyril's heart sank.
He stared at the other person's back for a moment, and lowered his eyelashes.
Cyril felt that his mind was in a mess right now, and the information contained in the short conversation between the two made him a little flustered.
It's like peeling an onion that irritates people to cry, approaching the core of a secret layer by layer.
The next moment, Cyril saw Brian summon a skeleton man.
As its flesh and blood grew rapidly, a tall and thin young man appeared in front of him.
This is Steinbeck Erlanger who hasn't seen him for a long time. He still looks tired after staying up late.
"It's too sudden, cough cough."
Erlanger rubbed his tousled hair, and when he raised his head, he met Cyril's line of sight and gave him a friendly smile.
"I mean, why did you call me here all of a sudden? In such a hurry..."
However, Erlanger's words stopped when his eyes touched the black-robed man.
A trace of panic flashed across his cheeks, and he couldn't help but gasp.
Then Erlanger squatted down and carefully looked at the face of the man in black robe.
"You... found Vaolete? What a coincidence?"
Erlanger asked dryly.
He suddenly became at a loss, as if someone had caught some key evidence.
"I asked you before, tell me now, be honest."
Brian said slowly.
His voice was deep and cold, like a handful of frozen snow on a snow-capped mountain that had not melted for a long time, showing a chill that soaked the spine.
Cyril took a step back subconsciously, but fell into Brian's arms in the next instant, and a magic force pulled him over.
Returning to the familiar embrace again, Cyril was not as stiff as he imagined, but more of an indescribable grievance and sulking in his heart.
He puffed out his cheeks and struggled a few times.
However, the man's arms wrapped around him tightly, with an irrefutable meaning.
Erlanger didn't care about the postures of the two of them, he just sighed, as if caught in a distant memory.
After a long while, he said with difficulty: "Since you must know, then I will tell you completely."
"One day, your uncle, uh, Violet suddenly found me and said that there was an interesting alchemy experiment that he wanted me to participate in. I was not familiar with him before, but he had purchased some alchemy items made by me. , I think some of my ideas and experiments in alchemy are very interesting."
Erlanger spoke slowly.
"At that time, I was just a poor wizard apprentice, and I haven't been successfully promoted to a wizard. I need Wu Jing, I really need it. After all, alchemy is a very expensive research. Vaole promised me that if the experiment is successful, you can give it to me. A large amount of Wu Jing."
"So I said yes, and followed him to a laboratory—that was the first time I saw you."
Erlanger paused, he glanced at Brian lightly, and saw that the other party's expression was as usual, but there was still no expression on his handsome face, and he continued: "You were just born at that time. According to Violet You are seriously injured and your soul is extremely unstable, so you need to use some alchemical means to stabilize your body and soul, and he needs me as an assistant. I didn't think much of it at the time, just as an assistant to help him complete next steps."
"I didn't know what was going on until later, when I fell asleep under the desk in the lab and overheard your mother, Olivia and Valorette arguing..."
Erlanger's voice suddenly became much lower, and an extremely complicated look appeared on his face.
"...It turns out that you are not Olivia's biological child. She wants a child, but she doesn't want to lose half of her spiritual power and magic power because of the birth of a child."
Erlanger had already uttered the most difficult sentence, and the next words were much smoother.
"So, Olivia turned to her brother Vaolet, who was good at alchemy, and Vaolet thought it was interesting and tried to create a child with alchemy."
Hearing this, Cyril's eyes widened suddenly.
He suddenly remembered that when he first entered the school, Addison Morgan explained the reason why the number of wizards' children is extremely rare: "Wizards want to give birth to offspring, they must sacrifice half of their partners' magic and spiritual power, and only You can get a descendant with mediocre spiritual power and magic power. Therefore, many wizards are not willing to have children even if they become partners."
But just because he didn't want to sacrifice his spiritual power and magic power, he used alchemy to get a child...
Cyril frowned and couldn't help holding Brian's hand around his waist.
"Violet is a lunatic."
Erlanger swallowed, his hands dipped into his messy hair, and his eyes were slightly red.
"I learned from their quarrel that it turns out that Valorette has done experiments with many ordinary children before, but they have not been successful. Those children died in the laboratory...even you...even were almost killed. In fact, until the end, he didn't succeed at all, instead of creating a whole new child from your mother's blood, he forcibly replaced a stolen newborn child with alchemical flesh and blood."
"Then, it was discovered by Olivia that this child, who is you, doesn't actually have mental power and magic power."
Erlanger sighed and continued:
"Originally, your body was very fragile due to the continuous superposition of alchemy, and Vaolet believes that in order for you to obtain a high level of spiritual power and magic power, you must smash your soul, and then use your mother's spiritual power. It is enough to introduce a small amount of magic power."
"The reason they quarreled was because your mother no longer wanted to participate in the experiment, and Vaolet was paranoid to complete the experiment. After that... He controlled your mother with magic and forced the follow-up experiments to be completed according to his ideas. ."
Erlanger's voice was trembling, and he covered his face with his hands.
"I'm sorry, Vaolet was crazy at the time. I was really scared. I was forced by him to continue to be his assistant. After the experiment was over, he relaxed and I ran away regardless. Wanted by the Wizarding Union, I met you again, only to know that his experiment really succeeded..."
After Erlanger said the last sentence, he fell into silence and did not speak for a long time.
Cyril didn't know what he should say now. He opened his lips and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.
The grievances and anger have been left behind by him unconsciously, replaced by sour and astringent soft-hearted and caring.
Cyril could hardly imagine what Brian had been through.
For the newly born young Brian, this is undoubtedly a painful and unpredictable disaster.
He did nothing wrong, but because of the greed and selfishness of others, he became an experiment at the mercy of others.
Cyril turned around gently and hugged Brian back tightly, hugging him tightly.
His almond eyes were wet with tears, and his eyes were as red as little rabbits.
The look on Brian's handsome face was unclear.
He lowered his eyes to look at the tail ring on his finger, and a sneer emerged from the corner of his mouth.
This tail ring is his so-called compensation from his mother, a magical tool that can help him heal his pain.
Let this experiment of him not collapse due to the detachment of the soul.
The irony is that he is just a novel toy to his mother Olivia, and her little remaining maternal love has disappeared, even beyond recognition, as she finds her own magic power gradually lost.
Brian's eyes stayed on his "good uncle" Violet, his eyes darkened.
The gloomy memories that made him unforgettable came back again.
Something went wrong with Vaolette's experiment.
He claims to be an alchemy wizard, but has to admit that he just transferred Olivia's spiritual power and magic power to Brian.
It's like connecting a pipe between the two.
It wasn't long before Olivia discovered that Brian had unknowingly become a reservoir of her spiritual power and magic, while her own body had lost the huge spiritual and magical power that she was proud of.
This result made Olivia very angry, and she kept urging Vaolet to continue to do various experiments to solve this problem.
As a result, little Claude Bryan could only experience painful torture in the alchemy witch formation over and over again.
He didn't understand at the time why the woman he called "mother" looked at him with that disgusting look of hatred.
However, after tossing and turning again and again, Olivia's spiritual power and magic power did not come back, while Brian's magic power was growing rapidly, far exceeding the magic power growth of ordinary wizard apprentices.
This phenomenon excites Violet, who thinks he has discovered the secret to the growth of the wizard's magic.
He began to intensify his various anatomical experiments on Brian, tearing apart his soul that he finally merged with.
During the last experiment in Brian's memory, all his magic power suddenly disappeared, and then he fell into a death-like slumber under Vaolette's angry screams.
When Brian woke up again, he found that the Wizarding Land had actually experienced a huge plane war.
Olivia and Violet are gone.
After that, the Wizarding League began to look for all the magical children on the Wizarding Land and put them into the newly established Wizarding Academy.
Brian grew up at Snowberg Wizarding Academy and quickly became the most powerful wizard in the academy.
He learned that Vaolet had been proved by other wizards to join the team of dark wizards who colluded with the abyss, and was wanted by the Wizarding Union.
He immediately applied to hunt down the other party...
It wasn't until he heard Cyril's low nose twitching that Brian escaped from his memory.
He rubbed Cyril's soft hair, looked at the tears on Little Rose's cheek, lowered his head slowly, and kissed gently and slowly.
Cyril felt the tears on his cheeks being gently licked away by his boyfriend.
He rolled his eyes and didn't want to bring up the other party's sadness, so he whispered to change the subject: "So Brian is your real identity?"
Perhaps it was because Brian's identity always reminded him of his past that he created another identity like Scott, Cyril guessed in his heart.
When Brian heard the words, he paused and was slightly taken aback.
He was thinking about how to explain this to Cyril when he heard Xiao Rose's understanding words.
"Forget it, I don't care if you are Claude Scott or Claude Bryan, are you serious about me?"
Cyril said slowly, word by word.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes blinked a few times, like a clear lake, clear and transparent.
Being watched intently by such straightforward and clean eyes, Brian suddenly felt that the depression and depression all over his body had calmed down.
He gave a low laugh and dropped a kiss on Cyril's forehead.
"I swear to Merlin, my little rose."
Brian also spoke slowly, as if considering the meaning of each word.
"Whether it's Claude Scott or Claude Bryan. I love you more than anything."
His voice was hoarse and deep, like a low-pitched cello.
Hearing this, Cyril's head pounded, and his heart was beating rapidly.
His chest seemed to be filled with thousands of fluttering butterflies.
The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and a pair of beautiful almond eyes curved a crescent.
The mist like a mountain stream suddenly melted away, and his eyes were surprisingly clear.
Cyril felt the pounding heartbeat that seemed to jump out against his warm body, and felt an inexplicable little pride in his heart.
His eyes met Brian's fiery and affectionate gaze, the tips of his ears twitched, and he kissed his boyfriend's chin sweetly.
On the other hand, Brian lowered his head and kissed him back, biting Cyril's lips, kissing him one after another, neither light nor heavy.
Erlanger, who was ignored by the side, looked at the scene in front of him with mixed feelings.
On the one hand, he was glad that he had escaped the catastrophe, and was not affected by Brian's anger after learning the truth, and he was not even attacked for revenge.
On the other hand, he just wanted to offer his knees to Cyril, saying that the other party could soothe the great undead wizard with ease, which was really admirable.
This dog food, he did it first!
Cyril and Brian froze for a while, feeling that their mood was really ups and downs today.
Almost "boyfriend" became "ex-boyfriend" and almost ended his week-long first love.
While he was sighing, Cyril suddenly remembered the purpose of their coming here, hurriedly slipped out of Brian's arms, and cleared his throat.
"Brewster! We have to find Brewster!"
Cyril reminded seriously.
Brian clasped Cyril's hand and nodded.
He said quietly and quietly, "I found something in his memory."
Cyril followed Brian's gaze, only to realize that the other party was referring to the black-robed Violet.
"He had a deal with abyss creatures before. After the plane war, he hid like a mouse in a gutter. I'm afraid no one wants the abyss to come back more than him."
Brian's gaze slid calmly across the dark, twisted face on Vaolette's corpse.
"It's not an accident that he found it here, but there are clues about the abyss that point to Brewster."
Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking of the pictures he had seen in Violet's memory.
After all, he snapped his fingers.
The layers of lavender flowers suddenly set off a huge wave, and the deep and shallow purple seemed to finally reveal the true face under the gentle mask, sweeping towards the three people present, with powerful magic power Coercion.
Cyril could faintly feel that the surrounding space seemed to be reversed for a moment, and then he saw a tall and ancient wizard tower, which was very solemn.
The wizard's tower looked desolate and deserted, with no other buildings around.
Brian led Cyril to the wizard's tower, and gave Erlanger a fluttering look without a trace.
Erlanger felt bitter in his heart, was he suddenly arranged like this
He always felt that it was not a good thing to be involved with Brian, he sighed helplessly in his heart.
After they entered the wizard's tower, they found that it was empty.
All the decorations were covered with a thick layer of ash, and there were fine spider webs scattered around the corners of the walls.
Cyril looked around and felt that there was an indescribable strangeness in his heart.
Logically speaking, a wizard's relic shouldn't be like that.
Even if the owner dies, the building can still maintain its normal cleaning and operation under the witch formation or other magic it arranges.
For example, the cabin of Tours Auger still maintains the appearance before the owner's death.
However, in this wizard tower, Cyril could not see any obvious traces of magic.
Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, he held his wand and waved it lightly.
All the dust and cobwebs seemed to have been wiped off by some invisible rag, and the room was clean again.
Cyril lit the dead wood in the fireplace again, and the bright flame burned instantly, warming the whole room a lot.
At the same time, he felt more obvious magic fluctuations.
Cyril did the same, filling the entire wizarding tower with his own magic, and doing a cleaning job everywhere.
As the wizard's tower became tidy little by little, he felt that something came to life.
The piano in the living room began to play on its own, the thick-skinned books on the desk were slowly turning the pages, and the hot water in the kitchen started to burn.
Then, Cyril heard a very soft and slow voice.
He turned around suddenly and found a pure black cat jumping on the sofa.
This black cat is like a black satin from head to toe, without any variegation.
However, its eyes are beautiful lake green, which looks noble and elegant.
Cyril and the black cat looked at each other, and he subconsciously thought that the black cat was the will of the owner of the wizard tower.
"Brewster?"
Cyril asked tentatively.
However, the black cat just glanced at him quietly, and the two lake-green eyes were calm.
Brian hooked the back of Cyril's hand and explained: "This is an ordinary magical black cat, and there is no wizard's will on it. However, it may know something."
After that, Brian lightly touched Cyril's forehead, and the two figures instantly disappeared into the air.
Seeing this, Erlanger also hurriedly cast an invisibility spell on himself.
At this time, the whole living room was quiet, and there was no one figure.
The black cat showed a puzzled look for a moment. It paced lightly on the sofa, then jumped down and walked towards the door.
"Follow."
Brian's voice echoed in Erlanger's mind.
Although Cyril couldn't see Brian's figure, he could feel the warmth of the hands that the two held each other touching each other.
They followed the black cat to a study.
The black cat glanced back at them as if inadvertently, and then suddenly jumped to the side of the bookcase, with its jet-black tail hanging down quietly.
Cyril immediately noticed an oil painting next to the bookcase.
This oil painting happened to be the scene of the study, restoring everything and furnishings, except for the three intruders and the black cat.
"This is a hidden witch formation."
Cyril tapped the oil painting with his wand, with a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Very clever design."
Brian's eyes fell on the black cat beside him. He suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the black cat's neck and threw the black cat onto the oil painting regardless of its "meow meow" meow.
The moment the black cat's slender body touched the oil painting, its entire cat was sucked into the painting.
At this moment, Cyril noticed that there seemed to be a stack of parchment on the desk.
He walked over, picked it up and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.
This is Brewster's diary.
It turned out that Brewster did not leave Tours Auger because of the so-called quarrel, but because he encountered abyss creatures when he was out looking for rare herbs.
Brewster wiped out the abyssal creature, but later found himself tainted by the abyss.
Unsure of the contagiousness of this contamination, he could only find an excuse to leave Tours Auger first.
Then Brewster wanted to find a way to cure the pollution of the abyss, and at the same time wanted to capture another abyss creature for experiments.
Perhaps the strength of the abyss creatures at that time was still relatively weak, and Brewster did catch a few abyss creatures on the road afterwards.
He used these abyss creatures to do a lot of experiments in this wizard tower, and once controlled the pollution of the abyss on his body.
"... I'm not happy about it, but I'm more and more vigilant... These creatures don't seem to find their lair on the Wizarding Land, they may come from other unknown planes... "
This was the end of the parchment, but Cyril always felt as if Brewster's diary wasn't over.
He looked on the bookcase, but found no other parchment on which the diary was written.
Brian's head rested on Cyril's shoulders, hugging him from behind Cyril, and also read these Brewster's diaries.
His eyes fell on the black cat in the oil painting again.
I don't know when, it changed a position on the oil painting.