Burris nearly choked in fright. He subconsciously activated the protective magic, but the spell failed to stop him. The stranger hugged him accurately, and gave him a few extremely warm kisses, causing him to fall back to the ground after a plop. On the couch.
Having recognized the man, Burris gave up struggling. He secretly thanked his current body. If he was eighty-four years old, he would have suffered a concussion just now without breaking a bone.
"Dear Lord of Bones, your disguise is very natural..." Boris sat up slowly after the other party had almost had enough trouble.
Lord Skeleton was very surprised: "What? You recognized me right away? I thought you had to shout 'Who are you' in surprise!"
"I really didn't react the moment I saw you, but I will soon notice it."
"It's not a disguise," said the Lord of Bones. "I have more than one face. Including the gray dragon you saw earlier, that's me too, a part of my power. In fact, it has nothing to do with dragons. It's just that I like it." Just make it that way. Now this face is my human form, the way I was when you saw me, and you don't remember?"
Burris thought for a while: "I really don't have a good memory when I'm old. I remember your general appearance, but I don't remember the specific appearance."
Looking at a twenty-year-old face saying old-fashioned words, Lord Skeleton couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. He sat down on the sofa and pulled Boris up: "There is something I have to tell you. In fact, I am not called 'Bone Lord'. That is the honorific name given to me by ancient scholars. My real name is Luo. special."
Burris didn't expect to hear such an ordinary name: "Lot? Is this short for something? What is your full name?"
"Lotbald," said Mr. Lott, Lord of Bones, "it was a name I found in the world, and it was easy to pronounce, so I called it. Then I found it sounded a little sinister, so you called I'm just fine with Lotte."
Boris nodded and looked at his whole body: "Okay, Lord Lott. What you are wearing is..."
Lott also looked down at his own attire: "To tell you the truth, this dress was found for me by Her Majesty the Princess and a golem. It seems to be the clothes of some servant in your tower. The top is barely wearable, and the trousers are a bit too short. The pant legs are too tight."
"Yes, it doesn't fit well." Not only were the trouser legs tight, but the crotch was also so tight that it was unseemly... Boris sighed secretly, stood up and walked towards the desk.
Seeing the mage sitting down to write, Lott also followed curiously: "What are you writing?"
"I wrote a letter to Mr. Justin, asking him to prepare some fabrics for all seasons, and come over when he is ready. He is my personal tailor and lives in Holly Village, northwest of the Forest of No Return."
After finishing speaking, Burris snapped his fingers, and the metal raven flew in through the window. Boris opened the small chest drawer and put the letter in. The metal raven seemed to bow to him, and flew out again.
"Private tailor?" Lot raised his eyebrows, "You let a construct deliver a letter to the tailor? Are you afraid of scaring the tailor to death?"
Burris smiled and shook his head: "No. Mr. Justin and I have a friendship. His studio is very famous, not the kind of small mountain village workshop you imagine. They specialize in customizing clothes for nobles from all over the world. I and his family The long-term relationship started with his grandfather."
Lott became even more curious: "You are a mage, why do you have a long-term cooperative relationship with the tailor?"
"They not only make ordinary single-piece garments, but also mass-produce soft armor, gloves, belts, boots, etc. These things can be just daily necessities, or they can be further processed into magic artifacts. So we have always had a stable cooperation. In No Return In the mountains, there is a manor other than my tower. It is a workshop for making magic weapons. A finished product of magical clothing... Our works will be shipped to many places, and the largest order comes from the capital of Sago."
Lott asked: "The Mountain Range of No Return is your personal property, so this workshop is also yours?"
"Well, it's mine."
"It's really unexpected." Lot looked at the mage with complicated eyes. "The young and cute little mage back then was already so good. I really believed in the wrong person."
Burris is used to this kind of praise: "You are overrated. I can't say how good you are. At best, you just didn't waste your time."
"Are you rich?" Lott asked bluntly.
"Adequate. My current funding is sufficient to sustain research needs."
"Do you have a horse? I want to use it."
Boris was a little confused, not sure what the Skeleton King who had just returned to the human world wanted to do... But he opened the drawer cooperatively, took out a metal hanging tag and handed it to Lott: "There are stables under the tower, and the one behind the tower If you want to go out, you can show this to Mr. Groomjord, and he will take you in his carriage if it is not far away."
"What if it's far away?"
"If it's too far away, we usually use the teleportation array..."
Lott took the sign and said, "Okay. I'll take a look around and try to come back before dinner...or tomorrow at the latest. Don't bother the groom, I'll just pick a horse myself."
Burris nodded: "Wait a minute. I have to find you a pair of shoes. Didn't Mr. Willis bring you any shoes?"
"Who's Willis?"
"The flesh golem in the white apron."
"He looked for it, but couldn't find anything I could wear."
Burris personally took out a pair of sheepskin slippers from the low cabinet: "That's right, the mages who have lived here are not as tall as you. If you must go out immediately, I have to wrong you to wear these first."
After putting down the shoes, the mage opened the drawer and took out a small bag. He carefully counted the contents inside, and added a few more currency notes: "There are still these, you take them. By the way, do you know how to buy things?"
"I know. Although I can only come out for seven days every hundred years, I will observe human beings within seven days each time. It has only been more than sixty years since I last "released the wind". Your social rules should not have changed. Is it too violent?"
"Okay... that's fine. My lord, if you want something, you must spend it, and don't grab it," Burris said earnestly, "I know you are very powerful, and I also know that you may not bother to obey The rules set by human beings, but...the people living here are all my allies, they are all loyal to me, everyone's life is not easy, you just treat it for me, you must not... "
Lott was amused: "Don't imagine me to be so cruel, okay? I'm here to enjoy, not suffer. Since I have money to spend, why should I bother to grab things?"
"Then I'm relieved." Judging from his expression, Boris was still not at ease. "You take the money, and if you don't have enough, you can ask me for it. If you need to buy something at the store in Holly Village, you can also sign with them first." Bill, it's more convenient... "
Suddenly, Lot raised his hand, touched the mage's brow, and smoothed his frown. Boris was taken aback, and Lott asked, "Master, I'm a little curious, do you have any grandchildren?"
"No... what's the matter?" Boris has never been married, and he doesn't even have children, so how can he have grandchildren.
Lott sighed: "I want to say, you can worry too much, right? I am a demigod advanced undead creature, not a mentally handicapped manic child. I finally regained my freedom and want to go for a stroll around, look at you Thousands of exhortations and exhortations, how old do you think I am?"
Burris smiled lightly. If this expression appeared on the face of an eighty-four-year-old man, it would probably be a vicissitudes of life and a kind smile. Now it appears on the pale and delicate young face, showing a soft and slightly fragile taste.
"Maybe this is my shortcoming," Burris sighed. "It is said that people tend to chatter when they are old. I didn't believe it when I was young, but now it seems that it is true."
Lott squeezed his shoulder: "Okay, you don't need to express this emotion anymore. Are you old? You are only twenty years old now! Really twenty years old!"
After being reminded of this, Boris even stood taller: "That's right, I have to thank you. Then you go, if you come back after dinner time, you can go to Mr. Willis, He'll arrange supper for you. Willis is the meat golem in the white apron..."
Lot waved his hand and quickly disappeared from Burris' sight. If the delay continued, he doubted that the mage would ask him to bring some snacks to eat on the way.
After the Skeletal Lord, who had regained his freedom, left, the mage who had regained his youth stood there for a while.
While there was no one around, Boris suddenly jumped a few times on the spot. No bone spurs and osteoporosis, no heel pain and heart and lung disease! It feels so good! He walked out refreshed, called the floating disc, and lowered it slowly to the basement.
He had to see the remaining golem army. He fell into a coma when he left the alien plane. I don't know if Estee brought them back smoothly.
When he came to the training ground in the basement, Burris smiled with satisfaction. As expected, Estee brought back a lot of the remaining golem army. At this time, she was sitting on a small floating disc, floating above the head of a large golem.
Hearing the movement at the door, Estee turned her head and said, "Gods of the three benevolent gods... Teacher, I'm really not used to you becoming like this."
Boris walked into the training ground: "How many times have I said, don't call the Three Good Gods in my tower, even if you call them, they won't hear you."
"It's just spoken words." Estee said, sitting where she was and bowed her body. "By the way, mentor, I should apologize to you. I was too self-willed yesterday."
Burris waved his hand: "You are still young, and it is inevitable to lose your composure in that kind of situation. And I was also at fault. I should have communicated with you more in advance. It's okay, you have done a good job."—Unless When you want me to kiss the Lord of Bones first. It's all because of your suggestion, which made me look stupid... Burris kept the last few words in his heart, why should a person of such an age care about a little girl.
"You're fixing them?" Burris looked up.
Estee also turned her eyes back to the golem: "Yes, it's a pity that I can only bring back so much. Some golems failed in the battle, and some were affected by the collapse of the plane. I Start to follow the password, at least some are brought out, and more are... "
"You've done a good job," Boris looked up at the big guy beside her. "This one's core gem is broken, don't fix it. Come down, you should also take a rest. When are you going back to the capital?"
"Leaving this afternoon, my guard of honor is stationed at the Linglan Pass."
Burris nodded: "Okay. Come with me, I have something to discuss with you."
The mage brought the princess to the study. There are magic protections on the doors of Burris's study, bedroom, and laboratory. Without his own consent, no one else can step in. After returning to the tower yesterday, because Estee couldn't enter the study or bedroom, she and the Skeleton Monarch had to put the mentor on the sofa in the lounge. The lounge only has ordinary books and daily furniture decorations, no important spell items, and there is no magic on the door.
When he entered the study now, Burris vaguely felt a wave that was not quite right. This feeling is like... If he were a fish, the study room full of magic traces would be a pool with a suitable temperature for him. It is slightly different, the small fish can still swim in it, but it feels vaguely uncomfortable the moment it enters.
The discomfort quickly disappeared again. Boris tentatively thinks that maybe because his soul has been transferred back and forth too many times, and it is not in sync with this younger body, so now he is a little sensitive to the magic in the study.