Charles saw that the mage was going to cast a spell, so he quickly retreated. In fact, he doesn't completely trust this "young" mage, but he trusts His Majesty Pacia, so he is also willing to trust His Majesty's guests.
Estee was about to leave, but Boris called her softly: "To be on the safe side, go and check if there is any problem with the durian. No one has eaten it yet, right?"
"Of course," said the princess, "people suspect that there is poison in those durians, and they have been kept in separate custody."
"I don't think it's poisonous, but it's better for you to check it out. If your father intervenes, let the Prince's family explain it, and we'll pretend we don't know anything."
After the princess left, only Boris and Lot were left in the room, and Tarina, who was in suspended animation. Sir Charles did not go far, he paced up and down the corridor, like a small mastiff guarding the courtyard, Boris was afraid that he could not help breaking in, so he locked the door with magic.
"Okay, let's get started." Burris sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes.
Lott sat beside him and put his hands on his shoulders: "Can you stop crying? It's like I've tarnished your innocence."
"This is a very serious matter, do I still have to smile?"
"At least... can you not look too painful?" Lott tapped the mage's eyebrows with his fingertips, trying to relax the frowning brows.
Burris opened his eyes slightly: "I'm sorry, my lord. I don't hate being contacted by you. It's just... people often have some contradictory behaviors, such as spending a lot of money to find a famous doctor, but they are frightened when he sees a doctor Call to stop..."
Lott asked: "For example, you obviously like someone very much in your heart, but you do everything you can to keep your distance?"
"This... can be regarded as one kind of thing," Burris said, "In short, sometimes people really have a hard time controlling their emotions, even I can't help it."
"I understand."
Lot didn't say anything, just hugged Boris and kissed him. He let the mage lean in his arms, with one hand on the mage's back, and the other fixed the mage's chin, so that Boris' head could rest on one of his shoulders, so that he wouldn't be uncomfortable.
He slowly injects power into the human body, slower than the last time he rescued Black Pine. The faster the process, the greater the burden on human beings. He prefers to slow down, whether it is for magic or selfishness.
After the mage passed the message, Boris immediately began to undo the spell for Tarina. The curse on Talina is not difficult to lift, and the spell casting process is much shorter than that of saving Heisong. After the end, Boris was in a trance for a short time as usual. Like last time, Lott hugged him behind his back, slowly waiting for him to recover.
After waking up, Boris sighed: "If I can cast the spell myself, I'm afraid it won't take a second or two to lift the black pine curse..."
"How long will it take you to regain your original spellcasting ability?" Lott asked.
"I guess it will take a while. In fact, there has been some progress. I tried some... uh..."
"What’s wrong with you?"
"Dizziness. My God, how did those priests cast divine spells? Don't they feel uncomfortable when the veins of divine spells pass through their flesh and blood..."
"So, I haven't seen priests cast spells yet," Lott asked, "Did they faint after casting spells?"
"They'll get dizzy too..."
Boris looked at the soft recliner next to him, and Lott immediately understood what he meant, picked him up and walked over. Boris leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes and meditated, and said: "The vast majority of priests only serve as priests, and cannot really perform divine magic. Only a very small number of priests can be selected by the divine arts. I am fortunate to have met an Eluben The pastor performed the art of revival of life. He walked while praying. Wherever he went, the vegetation turned from withering to prosperous, the dying livestock were reborn, and the wounded human beings tortured by the power of death gradually recovered... The pastor was an elf. , he saved an entire forest and several villages, and then fell down."
"died?"
"Not dead. But I'm afraid he will have to go through a period of life that is worse than death. He exhausted his physical strength, exhausted his soul, and became very weak. He will have a low-grade fever for a long time, unable to take care of himself, and he will not even have the strength to sit up. He can't even speak. To be complete, it will take at least 40 or 50 years for the damage of the overdrawn soul to gradually recover. During this period, someone must take care of him meticulously so that he will not die in an accident... Maybe the elves can endure such a long time. If it is a human priest ... This is quite deadly. In short, after all, the magic comes from the ancient gods, and the supreme power is too heavy for a mortal body."
Lot thought for a while: "You said that the elf priest saved a forest... What happened to that forest before? It must not have decayed naturally."
"That forest was once ruled by Yriel. Do you remember the name Yriel?"
"Remember, your mentor."
"I thought you didn't pay attention to this name at all. So you remember it." Boris smiled bitterly, "Yriel left a lot of mess after his death, such as huge golems out of control in some places, such as hunger everywhere The monster breeding ground, like that forest... It has been ruled by Yriel for many years, and he uses it as an actual combat training ground to train his various golems and summoned creatures. Yriel will take care of it a little while he is alive When he left the forest, after he died, the things in it developed out of control, and the forest gradually became a forbidden land of death, with withered vegetation, miasma overflowing, and undead and mutated creatures everywhere... And the cursed forest will still It has been expanding outwards and gradually devouring normal forests and villages, which is quite a headache."
"And then? The pastor went to save the forest, and you went too?"
"I went too. Only necromancers can control the danger left by necromancers. There are a lot of people participating in this operation, a company of human infantry, a squad of elf elite soldiers, two mages, and three priests .Two of the priests are actually warriors who have hung up the priesthood, and only the elves can cast real magic."
Lott didn't speak for a long time, as if he was imagining the adventure scene at that time. After a while, he asked, "When did this happen?"
"When I was in my thirties."
"The forest belongs to Sago?"
"No. That forest is sandwiched between the two countries in the north, next to a free city-state named Feixisite. Feixisite is rich in three types of green ore, so it is also called the City of Jade Splendor. The forest next to it is It is named 'Jewel Forest'. Now there is nothing wrong there, very peaceful, Fesisit is very beautiful, and it is a human city full of elves. If we have time in the future, we can travel... "
Boris closed his eyes and heard Lot muttering with a smile: "You really don't look like a necromancer..."
"What should a necromancer look like? Like Yriel?"
"Something. At least it's not supposed to be helpful."
The mage laughed at himself: "Actually... I have done a lot of things that Yriel has done. I mean in terms of experiments and research. It's just that I am more cautious and willing to think in the long run. Take the case of the Forest of the Cursed as an example. After that, not only did I earn a bounty, but I also got an olive branch thrown by the Arcane Federation... How good it is, so that I can continue to do what I like. The purpose of the mage is Knowledge and magic, not for pointless suffering on self and outside world."
After finishing speaking, Boris opened his eyes, and Lott stood between the couch and the bed with his back to him, as if observing the state of the princess. "She won't wake up for a while," said Burris. "You see, doesn't she look better?"
"Yeah..." Lott turned around, "By the way, I want to leave for a while, do you think there is a problem?"
"No problem, it's safe here." Burris asked, "but where are you going?"
"Like Estee, check around," Lot chuckled, "Boris, I'm not Yriel, I agree with your point of view more, and I don't like his way of life at all. You don't have to remind me anytime I don't have to worry about what I'm going to destroy or conquer."
"You... why did you say that suddenly..." Burris was a little flustered.
Lott leaned over slightly, staring into Burris' eyes: "I know you trust me. But at the same time, you are a little afraid of me, not because I am afraid that I will harm you, but because I am afraid that one day I will affect the outside world... Ever since I got back with you, I’ve actually been able to feel your worry. It’s okay, Burris, as long as I have food, drink and money to spend, I’m happy. I want to enjoy life by your side and help you pursue knowledge by the way. That's my purpose, that's all."
Burris avoids eye contact and sits up slightly. The tone of Lord Skeleton just now is more like that of more than sixty years ago... At that time, Lord Skeleton didn't talk much, and everything he said was very serious. Now Lot is joking all day long, but Boris is a little uncomfortable with his serious speech look.
After a long time, Burris said awkwardly: "Sorry, I just..."
Lott patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be sorry. I know that human beings can't control their hearts sometimes. I'll go out for a walk, and I will definitely come back before the formal dinner. If you are not in this room, I will go to the banquet Hall joins you."
The magic lock couldn't lock the Lord of Skeletons, so Lott hummed a little song, opened the door and walked out. Burris heard Sir Charles ask him how he was doing in the corridor. He said that the spellcasting went very smoothly, and Sir Charles thanked the gods loudly...
Burris released the magic lock in time, and sure enough, Sir Charles rushed in like a wild boar in the next second. He awkwardly thanked the mage on the reclining chair, and sat by the bed to observe his sister's condition.
Looking at the young knight, Burris couldn't help but think of some past adventures. Many young rangers and warriors are like this, clear-eyed, poor-spoken, straight-line thinking, not deceiving... but knights are very deceiving, although they are sworn to abide by various rules, which of course include being true to others, But they can fool themselves. They will deceive themselves first, and then others.
A characteristic of such people when they lie is that they look directly into the eyes of the person they are speaking to.
They try to convince you with their eager eyes, and with their false intimacy when they meet: trust me, I'm really honest with you, and I totally believe what I'm saying.
Burris seriously recalled, was that the case with Lott's eyes just now