Luo opened the small door and gently pushed the mage in, and followed him in to close the door. Now it was him and Burris who were talking in the dark room. The room was pitch black, and no one thought about lighting the ball.
"You have changed, Boris." The Lord of Bones sighed. "It was not so difficult to talk to you before. You were more frank and straightforward back then."
"I wasn't mentally stable, I wasn't in great shape, and I was certainly sloppy," Burris said. "And I was twenty years old."
"What does age tell you? How old is Black Pine?"
"He is different, he is an elf. The mental development of a living body is not determined by absolute time, but by the comparison between itself and the outside world. I have seen such a case, the person involved was a human mage apprentice, because an experiment failed , her appearance stayed at the age of fifteen forever, and then she left the academy and went on a trip with her nineteen-year-old sister. When I met the pair of sisters, the elder sister was forty-nine years old, and she was a vicissitudes of life Female; the younger sister is forty-five years old, and her words and deeds are still the same as that of a girl.
"My sister is also a mage. She can temporarily change her face into a young man by illusion, but she can't find her true youthful spirit. Later, that sister died of a chronic disease at the age of seventy... Yes, she Just not old, but not immortal.
"Even when she was dying, her mind was more like a young man suffering from a serious illness than an old woman... She has been treated like a child all her life, and she has lived like a girl all her life. Under this condition Under the circumstances, the years will only add experience and experience to her, but will not really wear down her soul."
"So... what do you want to explain?" Lott asked in the dark, "You mean, you are over eighty years old, and your soul has been worn out, so even if you turn back to twenty years old, it is impossible for your personality to return Is it over?"
"Yes. I hope you understand that... I'm certainly not as funny as you think, and I'm not as innocent as you think."
The Lord of Bones can see through darkness, but Boris cannot. The mage wasn't dissatisfied with this at all, anyway, he didn't want to see the other person's expression now, if vigilance, disgust, anger, or impatience appeared on that face...he must not know how to deal with it.
"Okay, then I'll ask you a serious question... Do you think I'm lying to you?" Lott took the initiative to take over the responsibility of the "questioner", "Do you suspect that I have concealed an important secret? Do you suspect that I may be harmful to you? Or do you think I'm going to destroy the world or something?"
"I don't accuse you of that, my lord," said Burris, "it would be all right if I found out that you were going to destroy the world, so I could plan for that... The thing is, I don't know, I don't know anything , I want to trust you without knowing anything. Of course... I am still willing to trust you, this is what we have agreed a long time ago... "
Lord Skeleton sighed: "Boris, you don't have to be so devious and choose your words so carefully. You can just ask me 'are you looking for a thinner plane'."
"Then...are you looking for it?"
"yes."
"My lord, you know what it means to have a thinner plane, right?"
"Of course I know. It means the unknown world, but also the known God's Domain, Dark Domain, Void, and purgatory belonging to ancient devils."
Burris said: "Planar Summoning and Power Drain are both the School of Evil... Now we call it the 'Secret School'... Usually spellcasters don't discuss them openly. If you're interested in Planes, you can Do research in my tower, where there are no institutional constraints... ”
"No, Boris," Lott's voice seemed to be smiling, "You know very well that what I am after is not summoning and energy extraction... It is because you know this that you are so nervous."
"Okay... I guess, you want to enter a certain alien plane yourself."
"Yes," Lot said, "I was born in the black lake in front of the Hall of the Dead, and I need to return to my birthplace."
"You want to inherit those powers." This time it was not a question, Boris was just stating.
"Yes. Don't worry, I won't use those powers to do bad things. Those things should belong to me, so I must find them, that's all. You humans will also receive your own inheritance, right? That's it You have to trust me." Kacha Kacha.
"What's that sound?" Burris asked.
Lot continued to make a "click" sound, and said at the same time: "I'm eating an apple. This apple is too sour, so I won't share it with you."
Burris couldn't laugh or cry: "My lord, can you be more serious? About the alien plane... don't you know?"
"Do not know what is this?"
"Different planes are generally easy to enter and difficult to exit. Even mages who specialize in this field will not easily travel between planes. As for the Hall of the Dead and the Black Lake you mentioned...that is the realm of the gods. As far as I know, in the past God's domain is the most difficult to explore among the known foreign worlds. It can only enter and cannot exit. No matter which plane a creature enters, once he enters, he can no longer leave. That is to say, if you find the entrance and successfully inherit the Power...you never come back." (Note 1)
"Not exactly," Lott was still gnawing on an apple, but his tone was quite serious, "Did you forget that the Swamp of the Dead is also a demigod's domain, which was specially created by the gods to imprison me. Every time I am imprisoned, I You can get seven days of release time every year. It seems that you can enter and exit, but it is not. Its nature is also that you can only enter and exit. When I was "released", it appeared in a flash, and it was the same when I was re-incarcerated. You couldn’t find the entrance and exit by yourself, so you couldn’t take the initiative to enter and exit. But you found a way to enter and brought us out safely.”
"We came out, but..." Boris didn't know whether Lott was really stupid or optimistic, "but that's just a small demigod domain plane! I brought the golem army and almost killed all the plane guards, so that I can Going deep into it, and when we left, we directly broke the curse... It's like destroying the foundation of a tower. We can only come out by directly destroying that plane!"
"That's the reason," the clicking sound ended, and the Lord of Skeletons should have finished eating the apple. "When I inherit the power, we can destroy that plane as usual."
"It works in principle... but how can it be so easy to do?"
"It's not easy, so I'll take a long-term view. I won't go crazy when I see a thinner plane. Burris, how long did it take you to find the Swamp of the Dead? How long did it take you to master the method of 'destroying the foundation'? You Do you keep your mind and do these things slowly? I am the same. Don't imagine me too crazy, okay?"
It’s right to think about it this way. It was not an easy task for Boris to find the Swamp of the Dead. If this matter was made public, most spellcasters would definitely dismiss this behavior as madness... and the goal of the Lord of Skeletons is even more distant , even if he finds a hundred thin points of the plane, it may not be possible to use one; even if he finds a hundred usable thin points, it may not be possible for one of them to connect to the Black Lake...
"It seems that you understand." The Lord of Bones patted Burris on the shoulder, "I said you have changed. Although you were weak when you were young, you were very thoughtful and courageous at that time. How do you change now? Do you have to be lukewarm and chattering? Shouldn't you high-level spellcasters be more sinister, ruthless, and ambitious?"
Burris sighed: "My own 'ambition' is being realized step by step, and it is going very smoothly. And this matter you mentioned... It is as amazing as asking Princess Estee to blow up the moon. Do you think she can leave the future behind? The throne? Can her parents not be afraid?"
Lott said with a smile: "The matter of 'exploding the moon' is still far away. And don't worry, if I really can't blow it up, I won't force myself. Don't be suspicious and think that I want to destroy the world. In short, I will explain everything now. Are you clear?"
Amazingly enough, the conversation didn't solve anything, but Burris did relax a lot. "My lord, I have another question," he said, "Since you overheard us, you must have heard the girl Heisong mentioned... Does that girl know you too?"
"It's considered acquaintance. I met her when I threatened Black Pine," said the Lord of Skeletons. "I didn't hurt her, but let her fall asleep. The elf's words are a bit exaggerated."
"I thought you ordered her to go to the Jewel Forest..."
"What does her going to the Gem Forest have to do with us? All I know is that she is also a spellcaster, not very powerful."
Burris didn't ask any more, and nodded in the dark. He knew that the Lord of Bones could see.
A hand with a faint apple aroma came to the mage's cheek, brushed his temples with the fingertips, and gathered the drooping hair behind his ears.
"Boris, so you have so many questions. Why didn't you ask me before?" Lot's voice was closer than before, "You didn't ask, how do you know I won't answer? Besides, even if I don't want to answer So what? I won't be angry with you. After eavesdropping on your conversation with Heisong, I understand that you are afraid that I will be angry, right?"
So far, Boris can only admit it. After he nodded again, Lott said again: "I thought I made it very clear at the dance... Could it be that you still didn't understand at all?"
"I understand." Burris replied quickly. He remembered the last song at the ball, and every word Lott said... Burris didn't live in his eighties in vain, he wasn't so pure that he couldn't even hear the hint, but... he didn't know what to do Make a formal response.
From a theoretical point of view, Lord Skeleton's overtures are reasonable...but from a subjective point of view, he was still deeply frightened. In such a state of mind, what is the correct response
Now it's not a spell skill assessment, and the subjects can't come up with the best answer based on the questions. Burris hoped to put the question aside for the time being, and hoped that Lott would not continue to delve into this issue in a short time.
"It's good if you understand, don't move." Suddenly, Lott got closer, and even though he couldn't see it in the dark, Boris could feel his breath.
Lot held the mage's face and kissed it unceremoniously on the mouth. This time it wasn't for a spell, it was a real kiss.
Burris froze. He subconsciously raised his hand to push Lott away, but Lott was already prepared, he simply opened his arms around the mage, wrapping Boris' stiff arms around his chest.
After the kiss, Lott held back a smile and asked, "Aren't you resisting?"
Burris was still in a dazed state... Being so close to someone in the dark, a normal person would not be able to help but want to resist, but... resisting would seem particularly petty. So Burris' hand stopped halfway.
Lott continued to ask the question: "Was it just your first kiss?"
"Of course not." Burris replied confidently.
It's a pity that Lot saw him through: "When you saved Heisong, was the first time you kissed?"
"Neither..."
"That time in the Swamp of the Dead? No, honey, that wasn't it. I kissed your provisional body, the bald young man with no ears. Strictly speaking, we didn't have a real, Kissing in all directions. Therefore, the time when you cast a spell to save Black Pine was your first kiss. You haven’t been in a relationship for more than 80 years, and you must have never kissed anyone else. Kissing a lady’s hand doesn’t count.”
Boris leaned against the wall weakly: "My lord, can't you give me a little dignity?"
Lot posted it and hugged the mage, and said affectionately: "You don't need to feel ashamed, it's nothing. I haven't been in a relationship, so you can see that I don't feel inferior at all."
Maybe your shame is in the wrong place... Boris said silently.
Seeing the mage's disgusted face, Lott leaned over again: "Do you really mind? Well then..." He pinched the mage's chin with one hand, "The front doesn't count! Now this is our first time." A kiss. Is that all right?"
What? What's the point of this...? ! Boris had this sentence in his mouth, but he didn't get the chance to say it. The Lord of Bones kissed him again.
In the stillness of the night, in a small black room where you can't see your fingers, one is the demigod and high-level undead creature Skeleton King Lotbarthe, and the other is the eighty-four-year-old legendary high-ranking mage Boris Gershaw... This scene is full of intrigue and conspiracy, and they are just kissing stupidly.
Really stupid... This is not Burris belittling himself. People always have things they are good at and not good at. Even a senior spellcaster like Burris has many things he is not good at, such as riding horses, fighting, singing, writing... and falling in love and kissing. Not only is he not good at it, he can't even tell whether the other party is good at it...
Is Lottebarthe's kissing technique good? Burris didn't know, and had no time to analyze.
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Note 1: The realm of the gods can only be entered but not exited. This concept comes from "the dead cannot be resurrected"... Although necromancy exists, it only manipulates the body and soul, rather than allowing the dead to truly have an independent new life. What? Resurrection? Priest? No, these are only available in the game, and this world does not have such convenient magical arts... If that kind of thing really happened, it could be called a miracle...