Burris secretly clenched his fists. Heisong went on to say: "Little mage, the 'black-haired warlock' beside you...in fact, he is an ancient undead devil dragon, right?"
"… What?"
Burris immediately understood that the "ancient undead devil dragon" was probably said by the Skeleton Lord himself. He used this to scare Heisong, and then Heisong actually believed it...
My student, what happened to you? Ancient undead devil dragon? This is just a rough pile of a few terrible words, there is no such thing in the world! Heisong, you are a researcher of Necromancy, how can you believe such nonsense
Boris looked at the black pine with pity and sadness in his eyes. Heisong misunderstood this look, and became more and more sad: "Little mage, I guess... he should be summoned by Boris' mentor?"
"Uh, yes..." Burris nodded.
Heisong raised his head sadly: "He took the initiative to approach you to please you. You think he is mysterious and curious about his power...but you always have some doubts in your heart. You like her and are afraid of her. You like her." It's her tenderness and enthusiasm, and what I'm afraid of is all the unexplainable mysteries in her body... "
Heisong's words almost suffocated Burris. The first half was so correct that he was so frightened that his apprentice had mastered some evil mind-reading spell, but the second half suddenly became different...
"You just said, 'her'?" Burris reminded.
The elf breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully wiped away the tears that stained the black eyeliner: "Little mage, this is why I talked to you. It's like this, even though I am a deviant necromancer, I also have a heart. I also yearn for love..." The elf's tone became more and more cadenced, "I fell in love with a beautiful and intelligent girl, but she is probably...not a living thing. She is exquisite, cold, mysterious, and has a kind of freedom in her body. The smell of death... She claims to be a mage, but I gradually found that her spellcasting method is more like a warlock; I am willing to share all my feelings with her, but she refuses to confess the secret to me... Yesterday Prince Lanto sent an envoy to me, I asked the girl Do you want to come together, she is actually unwilling to go with me no matter what... as if she is deliberately avoiding something. I told her, if you really don't want to go, then I won't go, I can refuse the prince I will accompany you to the gem forest instead... "
"Gem Forest?" Burris noticed the place.
"Yes, she plans to go to the Gem Forest. In short, she neither wants to accompany me to the Luoyue Mountains nor let me go to the Gem Forest with her. I asked her why, but she refused to give me a clear answer. Then... I kind of lost my mind, I grabbed her wrist and said a mind-reading spell to her... "
"Read the answer?" Burris asked.
The elf smiled wryly and shook her head: "I failed to cast the spell. She pushed me away angrily, and a pale giant sword suddenly appeared between us. The blade was pale and translucent, floating in the air. The blade pointed down my throat... I... I..."
Seeing that Heisong couldn't continue, Boris patted him on the shoulder and asked softly, "Are you scared to cry?"
"Yes..." the elf choked up.
"Hmm. So you blame yourself for asking those things... Rather than getting stuck, it's better not to ask anything..."
"Yes, yes, yes!" Hei Song nodded fiercely, "I have been asking myself all the way today, why do I have to inquire about her secrets? What's the point of letting her have a little secret? At first, she approached me proactively. She understood me and helped me. She has passed me and brought me a lot of happiness..." Speaking of this, the elf's face showed obvious blush, "She never questioned my identity, nor asked me about any sensitive and confidential things... But I... "
Burris nodded copingly, but said in his heart: What secret do you have? You can't keep any secrets at all. Besides, how do you know what is really sensitive and confidential? What you know is just anecdotes...
Heisong went on to say: "I have to admit... yes, I don't fully believe her. I always feel that the mysterious person must have other plans. But now that I think about it, she didn't do anything to hurt me, but instead I first destroyed the relationship between us. In the end, she withdrew the sword, and then rushed out the door with a cold face... When I regained my senses and chased after her, she had disappeared... "
You cried in fright, of course she is too embarrassed to continue to scare you. Burris patted the elf comfortingly again: "How long did it take you to recover? Did you cry in the house for more than an hour?"
"Yes..." Heisong's face was sad, but there was a little displeasure in his heart—how did this little mage understand my shortcomings so well? Must have been told by his mentor...
"I understand your difficulties." Even a little too clear. Burris leaned against the wooden door, his chest congested.
Heisong is naive and weak, because of little things, he would cry and cry... But how much smarter am I than him? Heisong impulsively used a mind-reading spell on the girl, what about me? Dare I use it on that person
Maybe I'm more timid than Black Pine, Boris thought with a wry smile... don't talk about mind-reading spells, I don't even dare to ask a word. What exactly am I afraid of? Is it a pale greatsword? Or was it the moment when you were pushed away by anger
Heisong stabilized his emotions and returned to his usual state of pretending to be deep: "That's the look! I mean you, little mage. I have been paying attention to you for a long time, and I saw very familiar worries on your face, because I also Just been through... we're the same kind of people. That's why I'm talking to you."
"Yeah," Burris said ambiguously, "I'm . . . a little afraid of him."
"You really should be afraid of him!" Heisong hissed in a whisper, "Don't say it's you, even a senior necromancer like me is afraid of him! Maybe only our mentor can deal with him... He has a kind of A chilling aura, just looking into those eyes will drain your willpower..."
Yes, you are right, only your mentor I can handle him. Boris smiled helplessly, not knowing how the Skeleton Lord frightened Heisong, and frightened the child like this.
Heisong lowered his voice again: "One more thing... Odile was hurt by him. Oh, Odile is the girl I mentioned. She met him in the corridor of the tavern, and he only moved his fingers , she lost consciousness... When I found her, she was lying weakly outside the back door of the tavern, dying of nightmares and invisible pain... And she didn't mention it, as if she had lost the memory of seeing him. memory."
"You mean, Muku... the Demon Dragon met your girlfriend?" Burris asked.
"Yes. Actually, I should keep it a secret. I will only tell you secretly, and you must not tell others."
Come on, you've been using this phrase to spread other people's privacy. Burris asked again: "When did this happen? Where is it?"
"It was the day of the queen's birthday dinner. I wasn't invited, I just went to the capital to join in the fun, and then... the devil dragon came to the door. Seriously, it's my fault, I accidentally told you who you are Adventurous halfling friend, I have caused you some reputation damage... Let’s not talk about this, I apologize in this regard. In short, the devil dragon approached me, threatened me, and left after threatening."
"He threatened you in the evening and left before the palace dinner?"
"Yes," Heisong said, "Actually, I shouldn't have said these things to you. My God, please don't tell him that I told you."
Your entrustment is really out of your mouth... Boris asked again: "And before that? You were already going to the gem forest with your girlfriend?"
"No. She will separate from me after that... Alas, maybe she not only thinks it's troublesome for me to ask things, but also thinks that I have caused her to be in danger..."
After rescuing Tarina, Boris and Lot chatted a few words intentionally or unintentionally. They talked about Mentor Yriel, magic and the gem forest, and then Lot temporarily left the palace and found Black Pine and his new Girlfriend... Before long, a girl named Odile is planning to leave for the Jewel Forest...
"I see." Burris became more and more worried, feeling that he might suffer from insomnia these days, "Mr. Heisong, it's late now, we should go to rest separately. Like you, I can't be well now. deal with these doubts."
Like a good teacher and helpful friend, Heisong pressed hard on the shoulder of the "little mage": "Well, I understand. After talking with you, I am not so nervous anymore."
Then he added something that he thought was witty and superfluous: "Little mage, the way you speak is very similar to our mentor Burris, really."
Boris smiled awkwardly, pushed open the wooden door, and the black pine also extinguished the small light ball. As soon as he walked out of the small room, Boris froze in place, and the black pine behind him almost hit him.
After seeing the situation outside, Heisong tightly covered his mouth, suppressing the scream that almost blurted out.
The Lord of Skeletons sat at the table closest to the bar, eating small cookies and drinking light wine, watching them contentedly.
Heisong stood behind and didn't dare to move, and Burris' palms were sweating: "You... what are you doing?"
"I'm eavesdropping." Lott said with a smile. "The eavesdropping process is very long, so I'll have some snacks by the way."
"Eavesdropping?" Of course Boris knew he was eavesdropping, but... he actually said "I'm eavesdropping"? Isn't it usually the answer "I just happen to be here" or "I'm just here to get something to eat"
Lott brushed off the sugar residue on his hands, stood up, and said solemnly: "I have already made my words very clear at the ball, you are so smart, you should be able to fully understand my thoughts, and I don't need to repeat my explanation. Based on my motives, when I see you and others sneaking into the small dark room... can I not eavesdrop?"
"We didn't talk about anything important!" Heisong hid behind Boris, his voice trembling, "We are all mages, just talking about some spellcasting issues... And, and we are necromancers, and some things cannot be Those knights and whatnot... they'll have a hard time taking it..."
"I know." When he only stared at Heisong, the Lord of Skeleton's gaze became very cold, "Have you guys finished talking now?"
"It's over!"
"Then you should go back to your room and rest."
Heisong quickly turned around and grabbed the stairs and ran desperately to the second floor, almost stepping on his robe on the way. After the elf left, Boris stared blankly at Lott, not knowing what to say for a while.
"According to the common plot in popular novels," Lott suggested, "now, you should ask me 'how much did you hear', and I will answer you 'only the last few sentences'."
Burris almost lost the strength to speak: "My lord, don't you find it particularly embarrassing? I was so embarrassed that my IQ began to drop..."
"Okay, I'll take the initiative to tell you," Lott walked towards him, "such a short distance, such a thin wooden door, such a quiet night... I heard everything."
"I'm sorry, my lord," Burris unconsciously took a few steps back and stuck to the small door, "I'm a relatively cautious person, and... maybe it's a personality defect. The direction of thinking is not necessarily correct. Maybe you want to say something to me? Tell me, I listen, and I will answer your questions."
Obviously the person who had doubts was Boris himself, but now he took the initiative to take the position of the answerer and pushed the responsibility of asking questions... Hearing what he said, Lott squinted his eyes slightly, vaguely aware of the mage The little cunning: the answerer seems to be passive, but in fact it is the opposite. The answerer has more opportunities to think and arrange suitable words; the questioner seems to be active, but if his question is not asked well, he is likely to spend his whole life There is no real answer.
Lott couldn't help sighing secretly, there's no way, the side that attacks first takes a big risk, and the defenders are smart enough to detect your flaws.