"It's my fault... I'm sorry." The elf mage stood up frantically, her blond hair sticking to her face in a mess.
Master Morvia has blond hair and green eyes, and is tall and thin. His appearance is not the same as that of other Quintilian elves. He is more like the elves of the Eluben Forest—that is, the elf tribe to which Black Pine belongs.
Forest elves have slender limbs, blond hair and white skin, and their height and build are not much different from humans; while island elves generally have black or brown hair, honey-colored skin, and eye color between brown and green. They are more petite, with strong and slender limbs. It has feline-like attractive lines.
Burris had heard of Morvia's parentage. He is a hybrid of forest elves and island elves, and his appearance is more inherited from his father. He is not very old among elves, and he should be in his prime. When he looked at him, Boris couldn't help but think of Black Pine. The other elves are already in charge, and his apprentice is still so naive and playful...
Lot was worried on the side, but the two mages who didn't know each other communicated first.
After politely exchanging greetings, Movia asked about the identity of the human mage. Of course, Boris still called himself Kref, and he was Boris Gershaw's apprentice. The elf has heard of Burris, and he is full of praise for this human mage, especially admiring him for promoting the legalization of alienation and necromancy, as well as the promotion and popularization of the magic material and medicine vendor guild system... Kua is used to it, he won't blush at all, and just responds that my mentor will be very happy to hear these words.
Movia knew the Lord of Skeletons, so there was no way to deceive him about this. The story "Apprentice Koref" told the elves is this: the mentor Boris found a way to break the curse, went to the Swamp of the Dead to release the Skeleton Lord, after that, the old mage was obsessed with research and couldn't extricate himself, and never appeared in the students In front of them, he handed over the task of accompanying Lord Skeleton to his apprentice Koref. Koref and Lord Skeleton participated in the meeting of the Five Towers Peninsula together, and were teleported to the southern island due to a spell error.
Boris was afraid that Movia would ask, "What spell did you use to break the curse?" Fortunately, the elf mage knew the rules, so he just listened quietly without asking any questions.
It is very common for mages to exchange knowledge, but this is only limited to mages of equal status, and it can only be discussed face to face. If you ask someone else's apprentice about the content of his mentor's research, it will be considered very inappropriate behavior.
The mages were still chatting cordially and friendlyly, but Lott stood up impatiently and said that he was going to the deck to have a wind.
Movia wanted to keep him, but Boris patted the arm of the elf mage and shook his head.
After Lott left, Movia's eyes were a little moist again: "I... I will always regard him as my best friend, but if he hates me, I can only accept it."
"Master, did you meet that lord...about one hundred and sixty years ago?" Burris asked. He deeply felt that he was infected by Lott, and now he was crazily curious about what happened back then.
"how do you know… "
"My mentor has deduced some things about the Lord of Skeletons, and I guessed based on these."
"So...," said the elf, "Master Boris Gershaw should have told you that the Lord of Bones comes out for seven days every hundred years. That's when I met him. He saved me and told I have given me his identity, and in order to repay him, I promise to help him break the curse so that he will never have to return to the Swamp of the Dead.
"At that time, he hoped that I could go to the tower to help him find a book. The book was very old and might have something to do with the binding curse on him. I agreed, but I never helped him do this... because that At that time, I was not the owner of the Tower of the Abyss. I vowed to become an excellent mage, and to find out a way to help him break the curse as soon as possible. I told him to wait for me... But... I'm so ashamed, I couldn't do it .I didn't get anything done. After he left, my research didn't get any better, so I stopped paying attention to it very quickly...”
Movia lowered his head and slumped his shoulders, it could be seen that he was really guilty. If it wasn't for today's coincidence, he might have completely forgotten about it sooner or later.
Boris subconsciously wanted to touch the elf's head comfortingly. He did the same to Heisong and Estee... As soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized that something was wrong. Master of the Tower.
Compared with these, what shocked him even more was Lord Lothbald's past experience... What happened to Lord Skeleton? Does he save a mage every seven days? Is his fate such a coincidence, or does he have a hobby of saving mages
Besides himself, besides Movia, how many mages has he provoked? How much did he save? Are there still people he didn't save
Did he say the same thing to every mage? Does every mage promise to help him break the curse
Burris was a little disappointed, but also a little proud.
Proud that no matter how many people have made promises, you are the only one who has the ability to fulfill them; the loss is... what is it? He couldn't figure it out for a moment.
"As long as you can take me away, I will volunteer to be your exclusive ally. My mage, you are my destined person, and I am waiting for you in the swamp of the dead."
How many people have heard this sour and fake statement
There was a brief silence in the room. Burris had mixed feelings, and Morvia was ashamed.
Just when the two were about to discuss some business matters to break the embarrassment, Lott suddenly rushed in from the door: "You speak lightly! I asked you to find a book, but you were afraid of being scolded by the instructor, so you kept procrastinating! You can do it if you don't." , you rejected me directly! You said that you would help me, but in fact you did nothing! You made me wait for several days in vain, and I comforted you by telling you not to be too embarrassing. Live with peace of mind, happily flirting with lonely, bald, middle-aged human men... "
Movia's face paled instantly, unable to speak a word. He definitely wanted to refute from many places, but he didn't know where to start first... Burris understood this state very well.
When he met Movia back then, the Lord of Skeletons mostly maintained a gentle, restrained, mature and stable appearance. Now that Movia suddenly learned his true side, he must be dumbfounded and unable to parry.
After holding back for a long time, Movia choked out a sentence: "Mr. Finney... is not bald..."
Lot leaned against the door with his arms folded, with a look of resentment on his face: "Wait, I was wrong just now. I shouldn't involve your human mentor. He is a good person who has nothing to do with it. Movia, do you know that if you You can't help me, I don't blame you at all, I was cursed and imprisoned by the gods, and you are just an ordinary mage, it's normal that you can't help me... Those who can help me are peerless geniuses."
As he said that, he winked at Boris, but Boris was inexplicably concerned about the sentence "lonely and bald" just now, which made his already complicated mood worse.
"What makes me very unhappy is your attitude!" Lotter continued, "You lied to me that you could get Finney's book, so I waited for you, but in fact you didn't make any effort; you Lied to me that one day you would get me out of the Swamp of the Dead, I thank you, if you try and can't do it, I don't blame you, but... what did you say? Stop paying attention to this thing'?"
Burris couldn't help asking: "My lord, didn't you go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze? Have you been eavesdropping on our conversation outside?"
Lott responded confidently: "I left loudly first, and then came back lightly. It's nothing, anyway, this is not the first time I eavesdropped. By the way, it's interesting to think about it this way, I was also in the last time Overheard you and the elf talking in the hut."
"You..." Boris had a lot of things circling in his mind, but he couldn't organize the words. He thought he was better at communication than Movia, but when facing Lott, he could only freeze his mind.
Movia still had a sad face and lowered his head, not at all like the famous Lord of the Tower. He clumsily argued: "Because I... I can't lie to Teacher Finney. I yearn so much to learn from him, so I hope to be recognized by him... I dare not take risks. If he finds out, he will probably ask me to leave High Tower. Also, Teacher Finney is my savior, how can I deceive him... "
"So you can lie to me?" Lott interrupted him, "Also, after so many years, you don't even know that I was the one who rescued you back to the beach, not some Finny teacher! When he inspected the beach, you Before you woke up, I saw someone coming, so I hid behind a rock and observed quietly, and saw him give you artificial respiration... "
"Artificial respiration also belongs to saving me..." Movia muttered casually, but suddenly he froze for a moment, "Wait, you rescued me from the sea? In such a storm?"
"Who else can I be? Can elves or humans come and go freely in that kind of storm?"
"I thought it was Master Finny's magic..."
When listening to them talking, Boris wanted to interject several times but hesitated to speak, and now he finally couldn't hold back: "Wait, is it that what Huishan Jing said just now... the ship that was hit by a storm for more than 160 years, It's just..."
Movia nodded with a bitter face: "Well, it's my ship. I didn't understand anything at the time, and I did some stupid things."
Burris asked: "Later, there was a Quintilian elf poet who became famous in the interior. He wrote a tragic story about the siren. Have you heard of it..."
This story is really famous. It is estimated that every bard in the Ten Nations Confederation has told it, and those who don't like stories and dramas will have heard of it...
Lott suddenly realized: "I've seen it! I just watched it not long ago!"
The story is about a love tragedy that happened in Quintilia. A handsome blond prince drowns on his birthday, only to be rescued by sirens at the bottom of the sea. In order to be with the prince, the Siren voluntarily drank poison, turned the fish tail into legs, and sacrificed the happy life at the bottom of the sea, but in the end the prince married a human, and the Siren turned into foam alone...
Of course, Quintilla didn't have any princes or sirens at all, and there was only one Master Movia who met the two conditions of being blond and handsome at the same time.
Lott recalled the story, mouth gaping in disbelief. This story has been circulated for more than a hundred years, and the details have been changed in several versions. If you think about it this way, maybe the source is really him more than 160 years ago...
This made him even angrier: "Master Movia, it's not enough for you to lie to me, you have also changed this matter to make it gross and spread it everywhere!"
Movia was very wronged: "I didn't! It's just... Many people knew about my drowning back then, and also knew that a strange guest on the island suddenly appeared and disappeared mysteriously... So, probably some elf poets created it..."
"They also changed my gender!"
"No... your race has also changed..." Movia's defense would only make people more uncomfortable.
At this time, Burris cleared his throat and walked between the two with a smile: "Two, please calm down. I heard that the ship can return to the port of Sushi Island before dusk. Before that, the two Why don't you sit down and talk slowly about old times?"
After finishing speaking, he bowed politely, turned and walked out of the room.
Lott chased after him and asked him where he was going. He smiled and turned around: "I'll go to the deck to blow some air."
The author has something to say:
The stalk of the "hundred-year-old story" is Hai's daughter. This should be obvious...