Opening the door of the lounge, Burris's eyes suddenly turned blood red—there were rose petals everywhere in the room!
Earl Herolf let out a cry of joy, threw himself into the sea of flowers, and jumped up and down frantically, stirring up layers of red waves.
The room was completely occupied by flower petals, red hills appeared one after another, the floor and seats were completely submerged, the table only showed a little flat surface, and there was a similarly red humanoid object floating beside the chandelier...
The Lord of Skeletons is suspended in the air, holding a crystal glass full of wine, wearing a dark red velvet long dress... The chest and cuffs of the dress are also dotted with silver and gold patterns and rhinestones. The words are written in bold, with "Love" on the cuffs on both sides and "Kiss" on the chest.
Burris was petrified on the spot.
terrible. How did he get so many rose petals? How could he wear such horrible clothes? horrible! Who actually conceived this dress? Is it a terrorist in the tailoring world
"Dear Boris!" Lott spun down and floated down, his lower body melting into the sea of flowers, "How is it? Do you think it's very romantic?"
"No, very scary," Burris said honestly.
Lott struggled to reach the table, took a wine dispenser and poured a glass of red wine for Burris. Burris shook his head, and Lott had to put down the glass regretfully.
"Which romance novel did you learn this from?" Burris leaned weakly against the door.
His understanding of Lott is very accurate, and this set is indeed learned from novels. Lotte groped on the sofa for a long time, took out a small thin book and threw it to the mage.
"When the Genie Falls in Love with the Ice Queen".
"Deng Shen?" Boris opened the cover, and on the title page was a picture of a handsome, strong man with little clothes, and a beautiful, shy, and pitiful woman. She should be the Ice Queen, but the strange thing is that she was also very well dressed. Little, it doesn't look like ice and snow at all.
A word hovered in his heart, and Boris couldn't bear to say it: Can you read less vulgar books that do more harm than good
Lott seems to like this book very much. When he introduced its content, he kept smiling uncontrollably on his face: "Yes, the lamp god. You should have heard the story of the lamp god, right? In fact, the lamp god is not a god. It's a creature from another plane summoned to the human world through a special magic weapon... a bit like me, but weaker than me, and he can't fulfill your wish, he can only help people fight. In short, the story of this creature Then it became a fairy tale fable, and it was spread everywhere. Oh, and the Snow Queen, you know her? The big beauty who put ice chips in people's eyes. She is not like the Genie, she is completely made up characters.
"Borrowing two fairy tale characters, this book tells a love story with ups and downs and a happy ending. After the lamp god was summoned by humans, the summoner wanted to use him to attack the Snow Queen. Unexpectedly, the lamp god and the queen fell in love at first sight. Deal with her. There are signs that the Ice Queen is not bad, people misunderstood her. The lamp god struggled painfully in the shackles of love and spells, and finally broke free from the spell with the help of his friends, defeated the bad guys, and the Ice Queen Live happily together... ”
Burris asked blankly: "This book teaches people to pile roses in the house?"
"I'm imitating one of the scenes," Lott raised a bouquet of petals, "the lamp god expressed his love to the queen, but he couldn't face her in person, because he and her were still enemies at this time. So he took advantage of the queen's Leaving her palace full of rose petals - mind you, petals, not flowers, because the djinn was worried that the spikes on the stems would hurt the queen. I actually improved this paragraph, I'm not in your tower If it's full of petals, your tower is too big, and your laboratory and study are not suitable for this. If it is a bedroom, it will be more troublesome to clean...so I will only pile petals in this one room."
At some point in the room full of rose petals, two cats appeared again, one was a living cat named Kitten, and the other was Xiao Hei, a resurrected corpse cat. Count Herrolf and the two cats were having a great time flying up and down among the petals.
"Okay... thank you, you are very thoughtful." Boris turned around with his eyebrows pinched.
Lot called him: "Wait! Where are you going?"
"I'm going back to work."
"Play stupid with me again." Lott swam out of the sea of flowers and grabbed Burris' arm, "I have explained everything clearly. You are eighty-four years old, and you are not fourteen years old. With your ingenuity, you can definitely understand what I mean, but you have been playing dumb. Can't you talk to me directly? We have hugged and kissed several times, and you maintain this What's the point of being prudish?"
In the past, Burris would be speechless, but recently he has gradually learned to respond: "My lord, I also made my meaning very clear at the ball. I didn't reject you, let alone pretend to be stupid to perfunctory you. I just did Just an honest response."
"It's the same as if you didn't say that! Cunning mage." Lot complained, but the smile on his face grew stronger.
Burris has indeed never rejected him. As for the attitude of indecision, half-push and half-acceptance, eagerness to welcome or refusal... Lotter has long understood why. He has known it since sixty years ago.
Burris is human after all. There are many weaknesses, or flaws in human beings... One of them is: the more mature human beings have life experience, the harder it is to accept strange things.
If you've never seen or done something in the first half of your life, chances are you've been stuck with it.
Lott had seen such a thing during a certain "seven-day excursion" in the past.
A certain bard invented a new musical instrument. He took the simple Tetra and the heavy harp as prototypes, improved them on the basis of them, and created a musical instrument with exquisite strings, small and portable, and gentle timbre. Musical instruments, everyone calls it the arm harp or the harp (note 1). This kind of qin has been loved by elf poets and young human artists, and many new songs specially created for it have emerged for a while. The strange thing is that many elderly poets are not interested in it. Even if someone gives them a violin for free, they will politely decline it.
It is said that the harp is easy to learn, as long as you have the basics of the big harp and the Tetra, you can master it with a little practice for half a day. Even so, those old poets would not try, they would not even touch those silver strings.
The old poets also have different views on the rejection of the harp. Some people really hate this instrument, and they will organize a bunch of beautiful words to criticize it; some people don’t seem to hate the harp itself, they don’t stop others from playing it, and they don’t hate its timbre, But just not willing to take it personally.
Not long ago, Lott really bought a silver harp. It has 24 strings. Playing, it hangs on the wall of the living room, quietly showing its beauty.
Burris said it was "useless stuff". But he also said not long ago that he admitted that this thing is really beautiful, and people can't help but stop and watch it.
For a mage who kissed for the first time at eighty-four, romance was a bosom harp. And it is the harp in front of the old poet.
It was very beautiful and charming, but he had a hard time accepting it.
Thinking of this, Lotte couldn't help sighing again and again. He took back the small notebook from the mage, flipped through it and sighed: "Dear Burris, do you know that a romance novel can't just write about the protagonist's difficult adventures and hard work, it must have a love scene as soon as possible. In a certain Within a short period of time, the relationship between the two protagonists must progress, otherwise readers will soon lose patience."
The mage smiled and walked back to the floating disc: "But life is not a novel, my lord. Living people are not as perfect as 'characters'... Whatever people want their characters to do, they can do it. Living people can't do it."
"Well, I agree with this," Lott followed naturally, "and thinking about it, we haven't made any progress. After all, we often hug each other and kiss several times..."
He deliberately mentioned these frequently. Whenever he was so straightforward, Boris would blush and try to maintain a calm expression...and it is exactly the same now. Lotter loves to watch this so much that he never gets tired of it.
The floating disk did not return to the study, but floated to the floor with the largest laboratory. Burris was eager to get the topic back to work: "My lord, do you have time now? Can you help me do a few experiments?"
"Of course I have time." Lot followed him closely with a smile.
Every time Boris asked this question, he said that he had time, and he liked to assist the mage in experiments. Burris was always cautious, afraid of offending him in the experiment, afraid that he would be bored... But Lott was never displeased.
In the laboratory, he can appreciate the little mage who works hard while learning about human arcane. Not only will this not be boring, but it is even a kind of enjoyment.
In one of today's experiments, Burris had to stay focused and say a very lengthy incantation. When he was casting the spell, Lott looked at him with a happy face, his eyes went from the quiet face to the thin lips chanting the spell, to the slender fingertips, and then stopped on the mage's left shoulder...
After one stage of the experiment was over, Lott pointed Burris' shoulder with his finger: "Just now I found that something is not right here, what is this?"
Boris froze for a moment, then rubbed his left shoulder: "It's an emblem. Did you feel its magical fluctuation just now?"
Lot nodded. Burris rolled up the left sleeve. The sleeves are cut wide and the fabric is light, and can be easily rolled up to expose the shoulders. There is a brand mark on his left shoulder, about the size of a coin, with very fine lines, it is a small magic circle.
"This is left by Yriel, and it is found in his more trusted apprentices and servants," Boris said. "When he was alive, this thing can protect us from being accidentally injured by his experimental products. Just now I Some of the characters in the spell have the same attributes as the emblem, so the emblem has a slight fluctuation."
Lott approached, holding Burris' arm. The 20-year-old Boris has really fair skin, slender arms, and is not too weak. It's not bad. I don't know if the shoulders, waist, and legs are also... Why do mages wear loose and tight clothes all day long? Why can't mages dress like blacksmiths while doing their jobs? Anyway, there are no female students in the tower now...
Lott squinted at Burris' arm and didn't even look at the emblem.
The mage coughed dryly, moved his arms and put down his sleeves. Lott asked seriously: "Is this thing safe now? Is it harmless?"
Burris said: "The emblem is for Yriel's experiments, only connected to them, only effective on them. Now it is useless."
"I didn't expect Yriel to do this again," Lott sighed. "I heard that he didn't let go of his colleagues, and killed many mages who disobeyed him. Protecting others? This is not like him at all."
"Your understanding of him is very accurate," Burris smiled wryly, "This emblem...of course it's not just for protection. And I didn't realize it back then..."
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Note 1: The harp really exists, but the origin and the story behind it are not like this. This is something I made up, and it is limited to this world...