After the magic circle was activated, the two returned to the Mountains of No Return in an instant. Compared with the bustling Silver Falcon Castle, the night in the Mountains of No Return is even quieter, with the golden full moon hanging high, the breeze carrying the scent of grass, the shadows of the trees on the path leading to the tower, and the sequins and rhinestones on Lott’s shirt flickering on and off .
Lotter and Burris no longer held hands as they walked along the path. Lot walked ahead humming, while Boris continued to think about it while habitually checking his spell protection. He wanted to make up for Lott's regrets, but he couldn't think of a way to achieve both. If a formal wedding was to be held, he might faint from embarrassment on the spot, and he couldn't bear it if he just muddied things like this.
When pushing open the gate of the high tower, Boris suddenly had an idea: use the ring to make do with it today, and then slowly learn to adapt to the way Lott likes in the future.
Lott said that he wanted to learn magic with him, so... he can also try to learn romance. There is no rush for these two things. To learn spells, you have to start with basic common sense, first accumulate knowledge, and then start to practice, making progress little by little. The process of learning romance is probably the same.
Anyway, now they have plenty of time. Burris is a healthy twenty-year-old young man. The Skeleton King left the alien plane smoothly, and the Luoyue Mountains have returned to peace. There are no warlocks to take revenge on the masses. Heisong is calmer and more sensible than before. Others need to worry, Odile, Siegfried and Odette travel freely in the world, no need to worry about purgatory or undead, "Chronicle" and "Ode Collection" lie quietly in the analytical circle, The Black Lake God Realm is still sleeping in a distant foreign world. The palm pythons and various monsters in the Khiva River Basin have been controlled. The Frost Plains barbarians live a stable life. The nightmare will never happen again.
Now, Burris and Lott had nothing to worry about. In the days to come, they can read books together, do experiments, and maybe test enchanted weapons. In their spare time, they can play games with Earl Herolf, visit places they haven't been to, and occasionally go out together. Participating in ceremonies, attending meetings... Even if they still encounter troubles in the future and worry about their hearts and minds, it can only be regarded as a small episode in a stable life, not a major trouble.
They can explore arcana and life to their heart's content, even if the future is still dangerous, they still have time to study countermeasures, and they will definitely be able to save themselves from danger in the end.
The two were already standing in the hall on the first floor of the tower. Boris thought about it, and laughed unconsciously. Lott came over and asked, "What did you think of? Smiling so happily?"
It was only then that Boris noticed his expression. He was a little embarrassed, and couldn't hold back his smile, and his expression became very stiff for a while.
Lot said: "There is no one else in the tower now, even Earl Herolf is still locked in the doghouse, no one can hear us, so..." He leaned closer to Burris as he spoke, and put his hands on the mage's shoulders , "Boris Gershaw, would you like to spend your life with the Lord of Skeletons, Lotbald? No matter whether the future is poor or rich, happy or sad, righteous or evil, conservative or dissolute..."
"What?" Burris was taken aback. Why did Lott start reciting wedding vows without warning? These words should not be said by one of the parties, but by the master of ceremonies or the clergy... Also, what about justice or evil? What is conservative or loose? What book did Lott learn the oath from
Burris took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He suggested: "My lord, give me some time... let me find a lich."
This time, Lott was dumbfounded: "Why are you looking for a lich?"
"I mean... You see, generally speaking, when people take such an oath, don't they have to have a witness beside them... The witnesses are either priests or respected old people..."
"So you want to find a lich to be the master of ceremonies?" Lott couldn't laugh or cry, "Boris, don't you drink so badly that you lose consciousness after a little champagne?"
In fact, both of them knew very well that Burris was not drunk, but that his IQ had declined again. The mage said with a serious expression: "I'm serious... I really know a lich. I can also wake up the golems and experimental corpses in the tower, and let them stand in the small square in front of the tower... This makes the scene look bigger .Also, there is an army of chimeric golems in the underground magic space. I spent a long time making them, mainly to find you in the swamp of the dead... Those battle golems are broken, but there are still many left , they can form cavalry, military band... "
As he spoke, Boris' voice became smaller and smaller. This time, he didn't seem shy, but more like he was distracted by thinking about something else.
Lot let go of Burris' shoulders, and took his hands instead, slowly rubbing his clenched fingers.
"Why are you so nervous?" Lott said softly, "I told you that you don't need any guests. Don't be nervous, just say 'I do'? Anyway, I know you are willing."
Burris took a deep breath and said, "I... I'm really nervous."
Lott asked: "Still nervous now? Haven't you been mentally prepared?"
"I would."
This sentence appeared too suddenly, and Lott was taken aback: "Uh, the timing of your answer is wrong, this sentence appeared too abruptly..."
The lights in the hall of the high tower were dim, and he couldn't see how red Burris' face was. It must be that Burris deliberately kept the lights from turning bright. Lot probably knew it in his mind: For Burris, this can be said at any time, and the more wrong the timing is, the easier it is for him to express it. If he wants to ask and answer specifically, this shy old man can't open his mouth at all.
After thinking about it, Lott decided to master the rhythm: "Okay, then I will continue. I am willing too, and now we can kiss."
After speaking, he quickly pecked the mage's lips. Compared with their previous kiss, this kiss after the vow was somewhat perfunctory. After the kiss, Lott put his arms around Burris, who was a little confused, and hurried through the corridor to the spiral staircase where the floating disc was parked.
Lott agreed not to invite guests or hold a float parade. He just wanted to streamline the "wedding" process as much as possible, and return to the tower with the little mage earlier. Now he can succeed in his plot immediately.
In the hallway stands an unawakened house golem. When walking past it, Lott took out a bunch of crushed dried flowers from his breast pocket and threw it on the golem's shoulder.
Burris looked at the dried flowers and the golem puzzledly. Lott said, "I bought those at Silver Falcon Castle. It's a wedding bouquet. Don't you have to throw this thing at the guests at the end of the wedding? Congratulations to the golem for accepting it." Here comes the bouquet of blessings! Now the ceremony is over, under the joint witness of the mage tower, books, golems, corpses, magic consumables..., Skeleton Lord Lothbald and Boris Gershaw are married... "
"Becoming a couple" didn't seem quite right, he thought about it for a while, then changed his words and said, "It's a legitimate relationship!"
After stepping on the floating disc, Lott squeezed the mage's shoulder: "Boris, we are not just allies, we have already held a simple wedding."
"Well, yes..." Burris bowed his head thoughtfully.
"I want to go to your room to talk, you can park the floating disc on that floor. Do you know why?"
"have no idea… "
"You have big French windows made of deep spring crystal in your room."
The mage raised his head in a jerk: "What does it have to do with the window? What are you going to do?"
Lot burst out laughing: "Boris, you seem to be silent, as if you don't know anything... In fact, you know everything!"
"What are you talking about..."
"You already knew I liked that window. If you didn't understand anything, you should have no doubts when I said that I was going to your room because of the crystal window. You were so surprised just now and asked what was the window? What does it matter, it means that you already knew..."
"Okay, okay..." Burris rubbed his brows angrily, "Stop talking..."
"Are you embarrassed again?" Lot gently hugged the mage. This hug was very gentle, without aggression, and without any hint of desire, just like the comfort between relatives and friends. Lott wanted to comfort Boris with this, lest the little mage become angry and try to escape.
He slowly stroked the mage's hair, and sighed: "Boris, I am very moved... All this seems unreal. You are a human necromancer, and I am a demigod, and now you are considered three-half of a true god..."
"My lord, that's three-quarters..."
"When I'm done, correct me. I mean, in the adventure romance novels I've read, characters like me are often written indifferently. They either don't love anyone, or they love someone with a heavy identity. For example, the messenger of light, the destined enemy, etc... Why am I not like this? I seem to be very ordinary, not special at all."
Boris smiled and said, "How special do you want to be? In my opinion, you are much more special than the dark god who fell in love with a human priest in the novel. Think about it, those fictional gods, golden dragons, ancient devils, etc., which of them Who will bring back a dog from the widow's house, who will buy useless musical instruments for decoration, who will read a bunch of random books... "
Lot let go of his arms and stared at Burris: "Boris, I'm asking you something seriously, and you answer me honestly."
"You say."
"During the seven days when I didn't come back, did you often read my book?"
The mage was silent. Lott added: "If you haven't read it, how do you know what's in the book? Especially the one about the God of Darkness and the Human Priest, and the one about the Golden Dragon and the Demon...these two are quite exciting..."
Burris and him looked at each other for a moment, and then looked away immediately: "You said that you want to learn magic from me, and I can also learn from you... learn these fancy things."
Lot smiled, cupped the mage's face, and replaced the next words with a deep kiss.
He quietly discovered one thing: the little mage especially likes to hug. When he put his arms around Burris, Burris would consciously adjust the angle of his head and lean on his shoulder with peace of mind; when he kissed Burris, Burris would secretly grab his clothes or wrap his arms around his waist . These movements of the mage are all cautious, a bit like when he was in the rime forest... At that time, the 20-year-old Boris was also like this, greedy for a sense of security, and timid and afraid to take the initiative.
The floating disc has stopped on the living floor. In fact, Lott is somewhat nervous. In the long past, he has experienced things that are several times more thrilling than this moment. A little farther away, he has fought against purgatory creatures, and a little closer, he has inherited the Black Lake God's Domain... Those are the bravery of the past, the experience of the past No matter how strange it was, it couldn't cover up the beating of his heart now.
A strange silence fell suddenly as they passed through the corridor, and neither of them spoke again. Burris didn't make excuses to slip away, and Lotter didn't stop talking glibly.
There's a housekeeping golem in Burris' room, not Willis, but a four-armed, half-human barrel-shaped levitating construct. The golem tends to the living area, and is often tucked away in the corner of a bedroom or bathroom, and Burris purposely made it less humanoid so he wouldn't have the illusion of being watched by a living creature.
When the two entered the room, the barrel golem was hovering and circling to clean the top of the cabinet. Because Lott said he likes deep spring crystal windows, Boris naturally adjusted the crystal light transmittance, and Lott pretended to enter the house for the first time, felt around, walked around the coat closet, and said He said "I'm going to wash my face", and got into the bathroom hidden behind the corner of the wall.
For now, only Boris and a golem are left in the room. Boris stood by the window, his mind was in a mess, obviously this was his own tower and his own room, but he was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe out.
When the deep spring crystal turned from light brown to transparent, the sound of splashing water came from the depths of the room. It wasn't washing, it sounded like a torrential downpour. Burris immediately understood the reason - there was a small magic device in his bathroom, which, when activated, would start to "rain" the dark blue calcite layer on the ceiling surface directly above the bath, and at the same time, the water in the bath would seep automatically , to maintain the water level.
The device was invented jointly by Burris and three other mages, only three of the four inventors are still alive today. Due to the scarcity of production materials and sensitive sources, the secrecy level of this device is higher than that of instant death spells and foreign forbidden spells. The current chairman of the Austrian Law Federation once said that if the principle and materials of this device are leaked out, it will cause a crisis in the spell-casting consumables market at the least, and indirectly lead to war at the worst.
Every time Burris realized that his chambers contained such a high-level secret device, he secretly smugly smug.
Lott was probably also lamenting the beauty of the indoor warm water and rain. He is immune to hindering spells, and at the same time can actively manipulate magic items. In this way, spells to prevent false touches have no effect on him. When he is curious and groping, he will accidentally activate the device.
After a while, Lot yelled in the sound of rain: "How do you turn off this thing?"
Burris gave the Barrel Golem the command to close the device, sending it floating toward the bathroom. The barrel golem didn't come out for a long time, and the sound of the rainstorm didn't stop for a long time, so Burris had to go over to see what happened.
The bathroom was hidden behind a wall, and down the narrow corridor hung two layers of velvet curtains, woven from a special material that could absorb and trap moisture. Boris lifted the outer curtain, chanted a recall spell, and heard the sound of the bucket golem struggling to float in the water.
When he lifted the damp and hot inner curtain again, the barrel golem just flew out at a low altitude against the floor. At the same time, a wet hand grabbed his arm, and he staggered and was dragged into the steaming bathroom.
Tonight, the moon and stars are sparse everywhere, only the Mage Tower in the Mountains of No Return is filled with mist and secret warm water rains.
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Thank you everyone who accompanied me all the way~
After this, there may be a little bit of side stories, the exact number is not certain, depending on the intensity of the inspiration, it can be more or less...
I guess, someone must say that I only put in gear and don't step on the accelerator...
Well, readers who know me know that I am...really...not good at driving... _(:з」∠)_
In the expected episode, if I have enough energy (impulse) (momentum), maybe I can make up for the car on the wedding night, but... uh... Anyway, it depends on the situation.
The overall atmosphere of this article is more fairy tale and pure love, and it is the kind of pure love that is very theatrical style... In this atmosphere, if there are more explicit chariots, the atmosphere is actually quite abrupt, and the style is a bit deviant... So Even if you want to write it, it's better to classify it as a side story...
In addition to these, there will be some scattered other small clips as sideshows, which can be regarded as adjustments and rehabilitation after the end~
Also, in the future, I may find time to write a bunch of sources of inspiration and ideas when writing articles, as well as (long-lost) (made up) small gestures,
It belongs to something other than the story, the kind that doesn't affect the plot whether you read it or not... It should be noted when it is released.
For example, some small things about the supporting characters, such as some spells, such as other uses of the pair of wedding rings... long...)
Then... let's do this first!
Thank you for your company all the way, thank you for your love and support. It is my pride that my little hobbies can be shared with others and become a little fun in other people's spare time~~