The territorial knights surrounded the wooden house, and the two mages, Burris and Black Pine, checked everywhere inside and outside the house. Heisong looked at the bloody face of the "young mage" with disgust, and Boris also sighed at Heisong's screaming and casting of spells just now.
"You are truly..." the elf muttered.
Burris asked, "What is it?"
"As expected of Mr. Burris... Uh, can I just say it straight," Heisong was using something like a magnifying glass to shine on the flowers, waiting for the observation results, "You are related to him by blood, I have already seen it .You are very similar to him in every way... such as slow personality, rather casual aesthetics, and that very weak temperament... "
So the apprentice had this impression of me? Burris couldn't help asking: "Have you always looked at him like this?"
"Isn't it?" Heisong said, "Of course, I know that the mentor is great, his level of knowledge is undisputed, and his ability to cast spells is even more powerful, but he is special... Well, how should I put it, he lacks a sense of majesty. Little mage, have you seen the current speaker of the Austrian Law Federation? You are so young, I guess you have never seen her. She is a particularly coercive human being, even though she is a skinny old lady, but as long as When she stands there, you can't help bowing your head to her... "
Black Pine was referring to Doloret, who had worked in the same lab as Burris. At that time, the speaker of the Austrian Federation was Burris.
Then Heisong immediately talked about this matter: "Before her, Mentor Boris was also the speaker. You should know this, right? He resigned when he was around sixty years old, and he voluntarily gave up his re-election. You see , Our mentor is a great man, but he doesn't have the temperament of a great man at all. I'm not saying bad things about him... He's really too careless, even the nerds in the Tower of Truth in the capital of the king are more imposing than him. He looks like Like the old man in the post office who writes letters for others."
"He's just more pragmatic..." Burris hadn't seen many old men who wrote letters in the post office, so he didn't know what kind of old men they were, and he didn't know whether Heisong was praising him or scolding him.
"Let me just say you look like him?" Heisong said patronizingly, and Boris was basically doing the detection spells that followed, "Your way of thinking is also very similar to him. For example, let me ask you something …”
"What's up?"
"What's the name of Boris' Tower?"
Burris was stunned: "That tower still has a name?"
"Can't answer it? Our mentor has never given a name to the tower! You see, the official mage tower in Sago King's Capital is called 'Truth'. 'Tower of the Abyss', the three towers of the Hilda Academy are called 'Day', 'Eternal Night' and 'Spirit of the Forest', used to pay tribute to the three good gods... There are also several towers in the Training Institute on the Five Towers Peninsula, Their naming is more casual, they are called the first training tower, the second training tower... Anyway, they finally have names. And our mentor, his tower has no name at all!"
Boris has never thought about such issues. Heisong said today that he felt incomprehensible: "That tower...is called 'Boris' Tower'. Of course, public agencies and teaching institutions have to be named, why are private spheres still Need a name? Don’t you think everyone will name their homes? Not ‘So-and-so’s house’ but ‘Turquoise two-story log cabin’?”
Heisong looked at the sky, dreaming happily: "The mage's tower still needs to have a name to be like that... If I have my own tower in the future, I will paint the body of the tower in bone white and paint some lines on it." , imitating the texture of bones, there must be a white dragon head on the top of the tower... Uh, the real head is fine, I can ask someone to carve one out of plaster. I want to call it Pale Tower, which is a tribute to the 'White Tower of Ice Field' …”
"Don't do this." Hearing that word, Boris interrupted him in a cold tone, "Do you know what happened to the White Tower on the Ice Field?"
Heisong looked at the little mage nonchalantly: "Of course I know. There are many books about Yriel, and our mentor has also mentioned him."
"Then you should know that the Icefield White Tower is not a good place, and it is not worth remembering."
"Maybe, I haven't been there." Heisong shrugged, "After all, Yriel is very famous. He rules the Frost Plain, and the wildlings and necromancers there bow their heads to him. I sent a few squads to kill him, but in the end almost all of them were wiped out... You know, when this happened, I was still making health potions in the Eluben Forest, and just hearing the legends made me tremble …Did the Master tell you? He met Yriel, and he fought him with the Knights…”
When Heisong said the last sentence, Burris stood up abruptly, and the elf subconsciously took a step back. He didn't understand why... The little mage looked at him calmly and coldly, his eyes piercing his heart.
"If you remember what the mentor said," Boris said slowly, "then you should also remember that Yriel is a crazy tyrant, not some necromancer's idol. The nomads on the Frost Plains are his The captives, the displaced necromancers were his slaves, and none of those who died in battle among the Knights of the North Star City received a merciful death."
Heisong wanted to say something again, but Boris didn't give him a chance to speak: "Can you understand what is a 'capture', what is a 'slave', and what is an 'unholy death'? That is not the master's evil smile, Others kneel and shake casually. You have seen wars, but have you ever seen the weak among captives being ground into flesh on the spot and fed to giant beasts from another world? Have you seen people being skinned and cut alive to make skeletons? Warrior? When Yriel conquers a region, you know what he does first
"He will kill all the strong laborers and turn them all into undead creatures. Undead creatures are more loyal and tireless. Women and children may survive, but it is not because of Yriel's kindness. He needs a woman's womb for nurturing A dish, to give birth to various experimental creatures for him. And children are the weakness of mothers. For the sake of children, those women dare not kill themselves, they can only endure this kind of life. As for the other necromancers on the ice field... Do you think 'obedience' means What do you mean? Does it mean flatteringly calling out 'Great Master'? No, that means your life is in his hands, and he can tear your body and even your soul into pieces at any time."
Heisong shuddered when he heard it, and stared blankly at the little mage, unable to respond for a while.
Boris took a few deep breaths, and his tone eased a little: "Many mages in history would do terrible things for ambition and knowledge, which is normal. But Yriel is different, he is not pursuing Anything else, he is just enjoying. Can you understand, he is enjoying cruelty itself. I... our mentor should have told you... Yriel is not a hero, but should be a disgrace among us. The White Tower of Icefield It is not just a dark symbol, it represents the loss of thousands of lives, and represents countless souls who cannot sleep peacefully."
"Uh... I know..." Heisong twisted his robe uneasily, as if he had returned to the time when he first met Boris.
That was many years ago, he had already mastered a lot of spells, and he came to Burris to seek further studies. When we first met, his arrogant and joking attitude towards others aroused Burris' displeasure. That was the first time Burris got mad at him, and the only time.
Burris forbade him to use the floating disc, suppressed his spellcasting ability, forced him to walk up and down the tower every day, and made him sleep in an underground laboratory, responsible for caring for corpses of various degrees of corruption... Heisong struggled in a state of losing magic Several weeks later, Dingyou took the initiative to apologize to the servant who had been mocked and frightened by him... Boris finally lifted the punishment given to him.
Now Heisong also wants to apologize, he wants to apologize from the bottom of his soul. But when the words came to his lips...he couldn't speak. After all, the person standing in front of him was not the mentor, but the apprentice Koref.
Even if Kolev is the mentor's own son, even if he is right, even if he resembles the mentor in every way... But he is still only a young human apprentice! Heisong knew he had said something wrong, but he didn't want to humble himself to an apprentice...
"Sorry, I was too preachy." At this time, Boris apologized first, and the momentum he raised a little bit weakened again, "I know some friends in the north, so I know more about these... than the instructor told me. I have more. When you mention that tower, I feel really uncomfortable... "
Heisong also hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's because I didn't talk through my brain... Well, what's next? This house seems to be okay, and it's not dangerous."
Hei Song walked away in a hurry, feeling very grateful: Fortunately, the little mage has a gentle personality, and fortunately, the instructor is not there... If the instructor hears me mentioning the white tower of the ice field, he will definitely let me clean the tower in a state of losing magic...
After confirming the safety of the wooden house, the two mages let the Charles brothers and sisters go in to rest. Warlocks don't like to make magic traps. For ordinary people, a warlock's hut is much safer than a mage's residence. The only preset spell in the room was soothing. The warlock used it to soothe the body that was always impacted by the elements. It had a certain effect on Talina's condition.
During this process, Lott accidentally did not participate in any discussions. He stood beside Prince Lanto, and the two seemed to be discussing something in a low voice.
Prince Lanto's face was as pale as a black pine. When talking with Lott, he kept staring at the flowers in the fence outside the house, and never entered the hut half a step from the beginning to the end.
"Master Black Pine, come here," the prince called after a while, "I need you to go back to Silver Falcon Castle."
Heisong immediately stood beside the prince like a loyal old friend. He wanted to go back to the city a long time ago, but he didn't want to take the initiative to say it.
Lot walked up to the elf: "You've seen the red vulture, haven't you?"
"Yes..." Heisong was very nervous. This "Ancient Undead Devil Dragon" just staring at him sent a chill down his spine.
"If there is a conflict with him, can you defeat him?"
Heisong curled his lips: "Yes. A warlock is just an arsonist." Anyway, the "Ancient Undead Devil Dragon" is not a real warlock, so this will not offend him.
"The Red Vulture is different now," Lott reminded him, "his appearance has become younger, and he may have mastered some power that does not belong to this world. He is no longer just an arsonist."
"No matter what power he has, the way he's going to attack doesn't change. I've worked with him."
"Okay," at some point, Lott actually became the one giving orders, "The Warlock Red Vulture was still here just now, when we appeared, he escaped, and now he is probably in Silver Falcon Castle. The prince's eldest son Arnold There is danger, you have to go back and find him."
At this time, Prince Lanto, who had been in a trance, said: "I will go back with the mage... I have to go back too."
Lot pressed his shoulder: "Forget it, Your Highness. The red vulture hates you the most. What if you meet him?"
Prince Lanto looked at the shocked son and daughter in the house, and shook his head: "It's better to see him, maybe I should have a good talk with him... Charles stay here, and take a good rest with Tarina... The mages said this The house is good for her illness. I will take half of them back to the city, and the rest of the soldiers will stay behind to protect Shire and Talina. Shire, these people are in your command."
Looking at his father from a distance, Charles nodded solemnly. The prince said to himself: "It's safer for you to stay here. Those corpses may be afraid of the red vulture, so they dare not enter his house..."
Boris stood aside, full of doubts in his heart, and it was not easy to ask face to face. After both the prince and the black pine disappeared into the forest, he called Lott out of the yard, and walked to a distance where the people in the house could not hear the conversation clearly.
"My lord, just now you said that the red vulture hates Prince Lanto the most?" the mage asked, "The grievances between them should not only be about durian, right?"
Lot's eyes lit up: "Did you know that the prince confessed a big secret to me!"
"Why did he confess the secret to you?" Goosebumps appeared on Boris' body. Could it be that the Skeleton King kissed the prince to cast a spell...
"Let me be clear, I didn't kiss him!" Lot saw through Burris' worry at a glance, "Do you still remember the theory I said? The theory of 'everyone needs to talk after suffering'. The same is true for Prince Lanto At this point, what he needs most is someone to dig out the secrets in his heart, the more sincere you dig, the more comfortable he will release it.”
Burris glanced at the hut: "I had a guess before. The red vulture... that is, Rose Green, is he related to the deceased Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
"You're so smart, as expected of my mage." Lot also looked towards the rose bushes in front of the house. "Rosai and Sniger are siblings. Before they met Prince Lanto, this was their home."