Burris raised his head helplessly: "My lord, what exactly do you want to ask me?"
Lotter said with a smile: "I asked just now—have you never been in love?"
"I... talked about it. Of course I did."
"Who did you talk to?"
"Uh, I don't remember the other person's name. It was when I was very young..."
Lott asked: "How old were you then? Did you know me? Where did you meet each other? Is the other party a man or a woman? A mage or something? How old are you? Why did you break up later?"
Burris held his forehead in despair: "My lord, do you chat with people like this for seven days every hundred years?"
"No, I seldom chat with people. Answer quickly, if you can't tell the details, it means you may be lying, and if the details are too strict, you may be lying."
"Well," the mage lowered his head and found Earl Heralford wriggling to his feet, which gave him a reasonable opportunity not to look up, "I really haven't been in love, okay? It's not something to be ashamed of thing."
Lott looked like he was chasing after the victory: "Since it's not a shameful thing, why are you lying to me? I won't laugh at you. Isn't it true that you have never been in love at the age of eighty-four? I haven't talked about love for thousands of years... "
"Have you ever seen a creature from hell?" Boris decided to divert the topic by imitating the off-topic chatting method of the Skeleton Lord.
Lott said: "I've seen it a long time ago, and of course I haven't seen it recently. The time when Purgatory and the world were connected is too long ago, and it has been isolated long ago. Boris, are there no women in your tower? Except for Her Royal Highness outside."
"I have." Burris secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and it seemed that he had failed to digress.
"Didn't you like any of them? Or are they all looking down on you? Ordinarily it shouldn't be, I think you look pretty good. Your face is pretty good-looking. The disadvantage is that your eyebrows are a bit sparse and your lips are average. It's a bit mean... But fortunately, your eyes are beautiful and clear... "
The unobtrusive Lord of Skeletons reached out and held Burris's chin, and Burris turned his head away in embarrassment: "It's not for these reasons. My lord, do you have anything else to do? Seriously, I still have a lot of things to deal with, we can Let's continue chatting later..."
"Don't be shy," Lott smiled. "Isn't it just that I haven't been in a relationship before, and neither have I. What's the big deal? You see, I don't take it seriously at all."
Boris kept smiling and slandered to himself: Of course you never talked about it. You only come out for seven days every hundred years, and the rest of the time you spend in the Swamp of the Dead with a group of undead creatures from other worlds. Who did you talk to
"Then let me ask another question." Lott's curiosity continued endlessly, "Are you not interested in anyone? Or have you secretly fallen in love with others, but never said it? There is a big difference between the two."
Boris got up and took out a money bag from the cabinet next to him. "Do you want to go to the end-of-month fair in Sandari Town? That market is held on the three days at the end of each month, and today is the first day. There are special foods from the southern countries on the big market, as well as discounted elf costumes. There are all kinds of seasonal fruits and snacks, as well as parade circuses and singing and dancing performances, which are very interesting. How about you go there to have fun? You take the money.”
"You think I'm in the way here?" Lott reached out to take the money bag.
"No, I enjoy chatting with you," Burris said, "but I like to separate work time from rest time as much as possible. Now it's my work time. It's not about you. I'm the same for everyone."
"You're so rich, why bother to pursue self-discipline..." Lot muttered and picked up his money bag. From his gleaming eyes, his heart had already flown to the big fair in Sundari Town, "Sundari Town How do you get here? First enter the border of Sago, a little west of Flying Mouse Town, cross the river and walk for a short distance, right?"
"Yes," Burris sent him out of the study, "but don't go on a horse, it's a bit far away, and riding is too tiring. You go to Mr. Willis, and he will take you to use the fixed teleportation array under the tower. I have A short-distance teleportation array is leading to the town of Sandari, and it ends up in a magic medicine shop in the town, just walk out after you arrive, and the shopkeeper won't ask you much."
Lot muttered: "It seems that you don't plan to go with me..."
Burris retreated into the study: "I want to work. If you prefer to travel together, you can look forward to it in a few days. Soon we will go to the capital of Sago together. It is very prosperous and fun."
The golem Mr. Willis came out from the corner of the corridor. Lott waved to Burris, followed the golem onto the floating disc, and happily floated down the tower.
Boris sighed and shook his head, unable to tell what it was like. Before he found the entrance to the Swamp of the Dead, he had made decades of mental preparations. He kept telling himself: The Lord of Bones is no better than ordinary people. It is also necessary to respect the majesty, and even pay homage to him, so as to win the other party's joy and trust...
He was ready to serve a monarch, but now he seems to be doting on an unlearned and spiritually empty child...and the child's animals.
Boris sat back at the table, and Earl Herrolf was asleep under his chair with his stomach exposed. The mage reminded himself: In fact, the Lord of Skeletons is not too bad. Although his words and deeds are immature, obsessed with gossip, fond of profligacy, and aesthetically worrisome... But he is still quite helpful for research, and many of his characteristics are very surprising.
Boris flipped through the notes, and the last few pages were all about the test records of the Skeleton Lord.
He would let Lott participate in some tests every day, and the tests were very short, less than a few minutes, because Boris didn't want to bore the Lord of Skeletons, and he didn't want him to feel like a test subject.
The Lord of Bones is immune to all divine spells and immune to most arcane spells. According to records, divine arts originated from the ancient gods, and before the separation of the planes, they left some lines of power in their activities in the world. These veins are like spider webs that connect the world and themselves. Ordinary people can't see or touch them. Only a few devout people will be touched by the veins of divine arts during years of prayers. In short, the magic of human beings comes from these veins, but the power in the veins is not as good as the real power of the ancient gods. The Skeleton Lord's magic immunity is easy to understand. After all, he is a demigod, and he himself comes from the gods, so of course the magic is completely ineffective against him.
His immunity to arcane magic is much more complicated. He is completely immune to spells that deal instant damage, but not necessarily to spells that have physical consequences. He can face magical currents unscathed, but if he magically turns the ground beneath his feet into a swamp, he will sink into the mud. In terms of single-target spells, he is immune to curses and instant-death spells, but the aid-type spells that help him can work well on him; in terms of force-field spells, he can directly Passing through the force field barrier, he can break the secret seal with his bare hands, but he can also step on the floating disc in the tower to move... You know, the principle of this floating disc is no different from that of a magic prison. Also, he can see through deceptive illusions as well as enjoy illusion cabaret; he can use teleportation circles and is not bound by runes that interrupt teleportation...
This is not the most exaggerated... What is even more surprising is that the Skeleton Monarch also has a certain resistance to ordinary physical attacks. He is not afraid of flames, he can breathe in water, and poison cannot corrode him... He once accidentally cut himself with a newly bought sword, and the wound healed instantly, he healed faster than any high-level undead creature Boris had ever seen ... What's strange is that he can cut his hair, he can cut his nails, and he just had his eyebrows trimmed today...
Thousands of words converge into one sentence: what is good for me will take effect, and what is not good for me will have no effect. This is the damage immunity trait of Lord of Skeletons.
I am afraid that most mages will find this conclusion illogical. How can there be such a good thing? It's just unreasonable. But Burris knew it was all true.
The special thing about the Lord of Bones is not that he can destroy anything, but that... he is basically impossible to be destroyed.
However, that doesn't mean he lacks offensive ability. The current King of Skeletons has been stripped of his godhead, and he has lost contact with the gods he was born in. If one day he can regain his own power, he will become a real god instead of a demigod.
Burris had reason to think that what Lott was hiding from him would have something to do with it.
Burris could only observe slowly, trying his best to make Lott trust him sincerely, and try his best to make Lott like everything in the world.
The specific method is: give him the most comfortable and luxurious room, use the delicate silk and satin that are rare in the palace for the bedding, let the kitchen cook three meals a day with different patterns... and give him money, let him play casually , Let him buy horses, dogs, useless accessories, dazzling clothes... Satisfy his curiosity, answer his questions seriously, let him go wherever he wants, he doesn't want to say don't ask him...
Not for a day or two, not for a year or two, he has to treat Lot like this all the time... This is what he decided a long time ago. Anyway, for him now, it is not difficult to do this. He hoped that the Lord of Skeletons would be satisfied with this.
Otherwise, how else can you be nice to someone? Burris could barely imagine it.