On the afternoon of the first day of the journey, Tarina was sometimes in a daze, sometimes shed tears, and continued the sad one-man show mode. Now Boris is basically used to this, he no longer pays too much attention to this child, and can finally calm down and read a book.
Heisong was called to the prince and listened to the prince's brief description of the previous assassination incident. Compared with Burris' confidant "Koref", Prince Lanto still has a deeper friendship with Heisong. After all, Heisong helped him in the war, and the prince thought that Heisong suppressed the durian curse, "Ke Song "Rafe" was the one who finally lifted the curse completely... Even Heisong himself thought so.
Arnold and Lott rode side by side, and the conversation continued. Lott's off-topic ability and thinking jumping ability did not bother the eldest son of the nobleman. Arnold seems to have a special ability. As long as you look a little bit good-looking, he can chat with you about any topic smoothly. This man had provoked countless apprentices when he was studying at Hilda Academy. He didn't learn many spells, but he learned all kinds of witty words to please the spellcasters.
He thought that Lott was a warlock, and he also knew that Lott was a friend of the mage Burris, so he always complimented him in this regard. In addition, he often asked about the situation in Burris Tower. The answer given by Lott was basically nonsense. He described the dogs in Burris Manor as degraded pterosaurs, and said that there were ancient demons buried under the tower. Corpses, mages can extract power from them, and it is said that there are dark knights riding big hippos in the mountains of no return...
Listening vaguely to these conversations, Burris in the carriage was amused several times. How could the mysterious and ancient Skeleton Monarch be such a person? Burris thought so more than once these days.
Then, Boris thought about thinner planes and magic spoilers... which made him laugh a little bit. After a demigod imprisoned in a different plane came back to the world, he must have some kind of ambition to be normal. Lott said that his goal is just to enjoy the world, which sounds reasonable, but Burris doesn't believe it.
Ambition is not terrible, everyone has it, and Boris himself has it. He is not afraid of ambition, he is afraid of the chaos and loss of control it brings. Does Lott want to absorb the magic spoiler to strengthen himself? Or does he have some unspoken purpose? This matter can be big or small, Boris is unwilling to assume the most serious direction, but he dare not ignore the possibility of danger.
He can ask Lott directly. To ask without reservation, simply and directly...but he dared not.
If you don't dare, you don't dare. Even if he convinced himself that "the Lord of Skeletons is not strong enough now, even if he falls out, there will be no serious consequences"...he still didn't dare. The saddest thing was that he wasn't even sure why he was afraid.
Burris couldn't help sighing: People are so sad, they can't fully understand themselves after living a lifetime, and they can't even fully control their words and deeds.
After dusk, the team arrived at the station on time. There are no towns or small villages near the post station, standing alone beside the official road. However, because this inn is only for soldiers or court envoys traveling long distances, it is remote but not simple. The hall is well lit, the tables and chairs are clean, the food tastes good, and the rooms are spacious and comfortable. The horses were taken to the stables, and the prison cart was pushed to the backyard. It was not safe to put this thing on the side of the road, and it was easy to arouse the curiosity of other passers-by.
After dinner, the innkeeper approached a knight and offered to bring some food to the "prisoners in the prison cart". The boss was soft-hearted, and felt that no matter how vicious the prisoner was, he couldn't let him stop eating and drinking.
The knight didn't know how to explain it. He probably wouldn't be able to tell the civilians, "there are all magic corpses there," but he couldn't say that we don't give food to the prisoners... So he suggested: since the prisoners are very dangerous, the soldiers should be responsible for delivering the food. Get the boss out of the way.
The knight walked into the backyard with a basin of buns, intending to make a show before going back. As soon as he pushed open the wooden door, there was a scream from the backyard. The knight immediately put down the bread, drew out his sword and rushed out.
In the night, a group of black shadows jumped up from the side of the prison car, howled and rushed towards the knight. The knight raised his sword to meet him, and the moment he approached the black shadow, he found that the black shadow had a face as pale as raw powder, and a pair of pointed ears unique to elves...
"Mage Heisong?" The knight put down his sword immediately.
Heisong fell panting on the stone steps in front of the house, pointing at the prison car with his slender fingers. The knight looked over with his fingers, and suddenly cold sweat broke out on his back—the iron door of the prison car was opened, and the corpses inside were moved, from lying flat to overlapping each other. They were twisted and entangled like bugs, their heads were facing out of the carriage, and their eyes were all wide open... Or, maybe they gradually formed this entangled posture just to face the same direction.
Soon, Boris, Lot, Prince Rento and Sir Charles also came. The black pine screamed so badly just now that everyone could hear it.
Prince Lanto turned pale with shock: "Who opened the prison car? The key is clearly in my hand!"
Charles drew out his sword and pointed to the lock on the iron door of the prison car: "Father, look, the lock has not been damaged! It is still locked tightly...but the door is opened!"
Boris immediately looked at the black pine. Heisong stroked his chest with one hand and slowly moved to the side of the prince and his son: "Don't be impatient, you two, I opened the door lock with magic, please don't panic..."
The most panic is you! Everyone stared at the Elf Mage, waiting for his explanation.
"I opened the door, but I didn't move the corpse." Heisong raised his head, frowned slightly, and made a worried and unfathomable look, "The night belongs to the dead. Now that night falls, we will Being in the wilderness, who can guarantee that these corpses are honest and correct? As a mage who specializes in this field, I must personally examine the corpses, so I used magic to open the prison car... But... "
Speaking of this, his tone was a little fluttering, and he obviously had no confidence: "But I didn't touch them... Once the door was opened, they were already in this posture."
Burris couldn't bear it anymore: "So you screamed? The necromancer also screamed when he saw the corpse?"
Even burlesques don't dare to act like this. If a bard tells such a story, he will be coaxed off the stage... Burris's heart is almost bleeding. Look, this is the apprentice I took. I also knew that he was timid before, but after so many years, his timidity has become even worse!
Being ridiculed by the young "human apprentice", Heisong's expression was rather bad, but he did not dare to speak back. As far as he knows, "apprentice Koref" is the real son of the mentor Burris, and now standing beside this son is a human transformed from the "ancient undead demon dragon", and there seems to be an improper relationship between the two. male-male relationship…
Seeing the displeasure on Heisong's face, Boris suddenly blamed himself: As a teacher, I failed to guide my apprentice well, and even laughed at him for being timid... This should not be the bearing a teacher should have. So he stepped forward and nodded lightly beside Heisong: "I'm sorry, I was actually scared too, so I was a little out of choice."
According to what he knew about his students, under such circumstances, Heisong would often try to speak quickly... But today the elf nodded obediently, pointed to the prison car, and hid aside with a thoughtful look.
Boris doesn't know what's wrong with him, maybe Heisong's courage is inversely proportional to his sensibility... Compared with the elf's mood, the more important issue now is the abnormal state of the corpse.
Boris followed the "line of sight" of the corpses and took out a small compass to look at. "They are in a hurry to go back." He sighed, closed the door of the prison van, and signaled the knight to lock it again.
"Go back?" The prince also followed Boris' line of sight, "Go back... to Luoyue Mountain Range?"
"Yes, somewhere in the Fallen Moon Mountains," Boris said, "they are eager to return to the caster."
"The door was opened just now, why didn't they run?"
"Because they are still in an inactivated state. The distance between them and the caster is too far, and the caster can't lift the strings on the puppet again. Your Highness, we must be more careful. The closer we are to the Luoyue Mountains, the more likely these corpses will be. Get up again."
The crowd dispersed, and the knights took turns guarding near the prison car. Burris noticed that Lott had been staring at the prison car, and looked in the direction of the Luoyue Mountains from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking about.
I can ask him directly. Burris said to himself over and over again... why don't I dare to ask? What's so scary? I am good at communicating with people, and Lord Skeleton is quite reasonable, and he even has a little affection for me... Why can't I just ask him
When walking towards the guest room, a soft call sounded from the dark corner. Burris turned his head, and it was the black pine hiding in the shadow of the stairs.
"Little mage, come here..." The elf waved his hands leisurely like a ghost, "I want to chat with you."
Now Boris is a young apprentice, and Heisong probably wanted to threaten him alone because he hated him from the conversation just now. He wasn't worried about what Heisong would do at all. The characteristic of this student was that his image was extremely evil and terrifying, but his heart was as timid and sensitive as a little white rabbit.
"Just chatting here?" Burris also walked down the stairs, "Someone will come."
Heisong shook his head, led him into the small dark door by the bar, and lit a magic ball of light. "In this way, no one will bother you." The elf looked "Kolev" up and down, and threw out a straightforward sentence, "What is your relationship with the mentor? Young man, I hope you can answer honestly."
Yes, I am a young man. I am indeed younger than you. I am only in my eighties... Boris pondered for a moment, then sighed: "I thought you already knew."
This answer was ambiguous, but it was an affirmative answer for Heisong: "Sure enough. Little mage, I have to apologize to you. I said some words to the outside before, which may have affected the relationship between you and the instructor. Reputation. Now that I know the truth, don’t worry, I won’t say anything more, let alone reveal the identity of the person next to you… Anyway, no one will believe me if I tell you…”
"Identity? What do you mean?" Boris was not sure what he meant by the second half of the sentence.
Heisong raised his beautiful elf almond eyes and looked directly at him inquiringly: "Your suitor, Warlock Lott...he is not a warlock, or even a human being, right?"
Burris's heart tightened... I don't know which aspect is the nervousness, "the suitor" or "not human". Heisong saw that his complexion was not good, so he patted him on the shoulder: "Human beings are quite tolerant of same-sex romances, and they are not as fussy as my compatriots. Even so, I can still see it from your eyes. You are not worried about being found out about your relationship with a male warlock, otherwise you wouldn’t be right with him... What you are worried about is his secrets... "