There is a break after dinner and the dance will begin after the moon rises. Burris sat under the vines, watching a group of court ladies by the fountain from a distance.
Estee was circling among various nobles, with a very restrained smile on her face. She uses the spell of controlling corpses to control her face, just to smile at her partner when she dances. This is not only related to the mood of the partner, but also how other nobles perceive her relationship with this man. This is the princess, and this is the first heir to the kingdom. The female mage can laugh as much as she wants, and keep a cold face when she doesn't want to, but the princess can't.
Thinking of this, Burris couldn't help sighing again and again. Over the years, he has not only been guiding Estee's spells, but also constantly thinking of ways to help her solve this unlaughable sequelae. Estee's spellcasting ability has continued to improve, but the sequelae of poisoning have always existed.
The preparatory music was played in the hall, and the dance was about to begin. As Estee approached Sir Naylor, the smile on her face became more natural and sweet. She habitually stretched out her hand to hold Naylor's arm, but Naylor shivered slightly and avoided it.
She didn't follow, but moved awkwardly, pretending to speak to another person behind Naylor.
Burris was staring at her. She moved her finger, letting a leaf float gently towards Burris, and brought a message from the distance that only their master and apprentice could hear: "Teacher, what should I do? Sir Naylor saw it, he saw me cast a spell .”
Burris didn't know how to answer for a moment. What kind of advice was she asking for? On the level of magic? Or is it interpersonal? Or is it about love? After thinking about it, he replied: "Don't be afraid, he doesn't dare to do anything to you. If he hurts your heart, it means that he is not worthy of your liking at all. It would be great if he could give up his marriage proposal. You are a blessing in disguise. Tarot believers will not be happy together, so break up early and feel comfortable."
After receiving the summons, Estee frowned and glanced at this side, then turned and hurried into the hall. Boris shook his head with a bitter face, lamenting that young people don't know how to speak harshly.
At the ball, Boris was sitting in the last row of the rest area, chatting with mage Hedda about the library and the Tower of Truth. The two of them didn't know each other very well, and the reason they could chat was because they were both mages and neither of them knew how to dance. For the two of them, talking about work is the best option at present.
Lot also can't dance. He'd do one of those country folks' hand and foot dances at the beginning of spring, but apparently that didn't happen at court. Burris would not participate if he could not dance, while Lott was more active, and he would try his best to find someone to learn from.
In the first song, he invited a court lady who seemed to be of low status. She didn't know the origin of the upstart in front of her, so she reluctantly danced with him. Lotte didn't know the dance steps, so she had to teach them while dancing. After all, it is very rude to leave the dance partner before the end of the song...
By the time of the second song, Lott had already learned the basic dance steps. Since the rhythm of each piece is different, he has to continue to learn. This time he invited a tall lady who was the staff officer of the Royal Knights. Like Lott, the female knight is not good at dancing. Fortunately, she has undergone special training before participating in the ball. Although her steps are too heavy and her body is stiff, her dance steps are very skilled and rigorous. Lott learned a lot from dancing with her, and used it more flexibly than she did.
Time passed slowly with the beautiful music, and it was late at night before you knew it. Hedda yawned frequently and dozed off with one hand resting on his head. Burris looked at the princess on the dance floor from a distance, feeling sad for a while.
Estee never danced with Naylor. Naylor often looked at her in the crowd, but never approached to invite her.
At this time, a black shadow blocked some light. Burris looked up, and Lott was back, bending over him and holding out a hand.
"How much...?" Boris habitually went to take out his wallet.
"Who asked you for money?" Lott looked like he couldn't wait, and pulled Burris up from his seat, "Come on, let's dance!"
Burris refused: "I can't dance at all!"
"I will, I will take you with me, you don't have to dance seriously, just follow my movements and walk casually."
"It's fine if you like to dance, you should continue to invite court ladies... how can a normal person invite a mage? Besides, it's not unreasonable for a man to invite a man!"
Burris couldn't resist Lott's strength, and was pulled into the crowd by being half-supported and half-embraced. Lott adjusted the posture of the two into a dancing state, and said next to his ear: "You are right, normal people would not invite male mages, but I am not normal, I am not even human."
"You are really like this..." The surprised eyes of the people around made Boris feel weak, "If this goes on, I really don't know what rumors will spread in the future..."
Lott didn't care: "What other rumors are there? It's nothing more than 'Boris' illegitimate son likes men, and has an affair with a handsome warlock who doesn't know where he came from' or something like that..."
Burris avoided the "like men" part, deciding to focus on another important point: "You seem to be very comfortable playing Warlock."
"That's right." Lott hugged him and spun around, causing Burris's toes to almost leave the ground, "Look, this is good, you use your current shape to get together with me, so that no one will suspect You and the princess are a couple."
"Well..." Burris sighed, "I should thank you, thank you for thinking about that child."
Lot raised his hand along with the music, motioning for Burris to turn around in place, but Burris froze in place without any response. Lotte hugged him helplessly and led him to follow the next rhythm.
"You don't need to thank me," Lott said triumphantly, "I don't feel wronged at all. Now we have attracted a lot of attention, just like the stars of the dance. I'm so happy!"
I'm not happy! Burris kept his head down slightly, his eyes resting on the blinding gemstone brooch on Lott's chest, and the eyes of other people on the dance floor made him feel like a light on his back.
Seeing Burris' sullen look, Lott asked him if he had any troubles. The mage sighed and said, "I talked to someone about some things before, which affected my mood a bit."
"What's the matter, tell me?" Lott looked like he wanted to hear the romantic anecdote.
He might be disappointed, the topic was nothing new and interesting. Burris said: "I don't know if you still remember... More than sixty years ago, there was a small young man among the knights escorting me. He was about the same age as me at the time, and he often walked by the prison car and talked to me."
"Honestly, I don't remember much. They wore uniform armor and cloaks, and I couldn't tell who was who."
"His name was Manello," Burris said. "I thought he died in the frozen lake, but he didn't. Today I had a chat with the Prince's son, whose history teacher was Manello."
Lott's dance steps slowed down, and he asked worriedly, "Why, this Manello wants to trouble you?"
Burris shook his head: "No, he has already died of illness. From the description of the prince's son, I guess Manello has hated me all his life... and even hated all necromancers. He has influenced so many people in his life, I don’t know how many young people like Sir Naylor have been taught by him?” Burris wanted to look for the princess in the crowd, he glanced left and right, and was forced to look away by the curious eyes of others, “Then I Then I thought about why that child, Estee, should be wronged like this? Why? I am somewhat responsible for her current situation, she is obviously a good child... "
Lot couldn't understand: "How could the princess be involved in what happened sixty years ago? Even King Pacia was not born at that time."
"No, the two things are not actually related," Burris stared at the floor embarrassedly, "I'm just a little unhappy. You know, Estee cast a control spell on herself again, forcing her facial muscles to smile This spell will completely numb her face, slow the reaction of her five senses, and temporarily lose her sense of taste... She temporarily turns herself into a silly doll who can only respond to smiles. But... the damn knight Ignore her! Because he found out that she is a mage! Everyone knows that she lived in my tower, so the knight can naturally think that she has learned necromancy. Estee exposed herself to save others , if she didn't cast spells, maybe the knight wouldn't be able to save the prince and his entourage in time... She was trying to save people, but he actually... "
Lott changed his dancing posture, from the posture of supporting Burris' waist with one hand to directly hugging his body. "Okay, okay..." He softly comforted the mage's ear, "I understand. I know why you are in such a bad mood... You thought about the things in the rime forest and the knot A river of ice. Then you..."
"My business is nothing." Burris spoke much faster than usual, and he could see that he hadn't calmed down: "It's been so many years, and it's no fun to think about it... Maybe it's easy when you get old... Making random associations and digging into a dead end. It makes you laugh."
Lott said nothing for the time being. Under his guidance, although Boris still doesn't know how to dance, he can move with him naturally. After flashing past a few people, Boris saw two familiar colors from the corner of his eye... a black dress robe and a rose-colored dress
He looked up, surprised to see Estee and Ser Naylor. They still danced? Could Sir Naylor have accepted that the princess was a mage, maybe even a necromancer
"Do you know why?" Lot asked in Boris' ear.
"what why'?"
"Because it's almost midnight," Lott said, "and now everyone is dancing to the last song of the night. You can dance with anyone at the ball, but when the last song starts, people go to their real partners. .Look, the Pasias are dancing too."
Burris didn't look at anyone, and he also knew the meaning of the last song, and because he knew it, he didn't dare to look up.
Lotter continued: "In human romance novels, if you don't dance the last song at the ball with the person you are destined to, you may regret it for the rest of your life. So, even if Sir Naylor and the princess have doubts, they still do it. I don't want to miss the last song. I will leave the future difficulties to be solved slowly in the future, at least for now, they don't want to give up on each other."
"You're right." Burris was tormented by the beautiful music, and he had a hunch that the topic would soon fall on himself.
Sure enough, Lott said again: "I also want to dance the last song with you. I practiced for a long time just now, preparing for this moment. Seriously, can you accept it?"
"Accept what?" The hairs on Burris' back stood up.
"Accept a demigod and otherworldly high-level undead creature."