Facing the accusation, Boris smiled lightly: "Master Morvia, are you a little delirious?"
"You understand what I'm talking about." The elf didn't look at him, but just stared at Lott.
Boris asked: "Okay. So, when did I release the Lord of Bones? What bad things have I done with this demigod ally since I released him?"
Lott quickly glanced at Boris' old face, and answered silently in his heart: You live with the demigod ally and still kiss.
Of course Movia couldn't answer. Burris continued: "You suggest that I also be investigated? Of course. In fact, since I left the White Tower on the Icefield, I have been under the supervision and investigation of the Austrian Law Federation, even when I was the speaker. If you suspect that I have any suspicious behavior, you can report it to relevant personnel or institutions, and I will definitely cooperate with them whether they want to ask questions or collect evidence. I hope you can do the same, Master."
"Humans are really shameless," Movia sneered, "The demigod skeleton king is in this room!"
The speaker has been pressing the center of his eyebrows and temples, wondering if he has a headache. He looked up at the elf mage and asked, "In this room? Where is it?"
Morvia pointed to Lot. Esther in front of Lot pretended to be stupid and asked, "Me?"
"Not you! The one behind you!"
Now Lotte's identity is the same as Estee's: Special Envoy of Sago, from the Tower of Truth, the capital of the kingdom. He didn't speak, just looked back at the elf silently.
The people in the meeting room didn't even bother to look at Lott a few more times. After whispering to each other for a while, everyone stared at Movia with disgust and pity.
The speaker is really suffering from a headache. He beckoned two soldiers and asked them to take Morvia down. Movia will be temporarily placed under house arrest in a room in the tower until the investigation team from the Offensive Federation arrives.
The speaker was a little worried: after all, Morvia is a mage, what if he resists? What if he used magic to escape? Boris told him not to worry, as long as he was guarded properly, Morvia would not hurt the guards, nor would he use magic to escape.
He has neither the guts nor the ability.
During the long years, he put all his thoughts and efforts into weaving lies. As for other fields, his ability is probably not as good as the high-level trainees in the Five Towers Peninsula. His defense inside the tower is full of loopholes, and he can't even detect Estee's voice-changing illusion...
If it weren't for the isolation of the Sea Abyss Tower from the world, Movia would not be able to bear the name of a master at all.
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This afternoon, Burris sat under a trellis and took a nap.
He left the Tower of the Abyss and temporarily lived in the simple guest room provided by the Elven Council. He will no longer participate in the follow-up. The fate of Morvia will be decided by the Austrian Law Federation and the elves.
Estee also temporarily left Suxi Island, and she continued to control the palm python. With Boris' private assistance, she can now alone control all the palm pythons in the channel. She will clean up the mess, clear the flight path, and put the execution tools back to sleep.
Thanks to meeting her, Boris successfully contacted the Five Towers Peninsula. The Institute is still desperately looking for "two missing apprentices", and now that Burris himself says he has found them, the mages are finally relieved.
Summer is lingering in the courtyard, and it is cool under the shade of vines. Burris half-lyed on the bench, closed his eyes, and involuntarily began to imagine the future of the Tower of the Abyss.
The elf apprentice named Sea Mist is very talented, he has a good foundation, but he has been delayed for too long... He can go directly to the Five Towers Peninsula, or go to Hilda to consolidate his foundation for two years. Morvia's more deserving master...
A shadow covered it, completely blocking the light spots cast by the gaps in the leaves.
Boris opened his eyes slightly, and Lott sat beside him, with his hands on both sides of the bench.
Before the mage could speak, Lott said, "Boris, I'm here to talk to you."
... Are you talking again? Every time you end something, you talk heart-to-heart, is it so highly suitable for the plot of a romance novel
Burris sat up straight a little: "Okay... what do you want to talk about?"
Lott's expression was extremely serious: "I want to confess one thing to you."
"What?"
"I kissed Morvia."
"I guess it's the same..." Burris said, "otherwise, how could he let the ship from Black Cliff Castle approach... I thought about it before, most likely you cast a spell to control him."
Lott looked at him: "I feel extremely guilty."
Burris thought for a while: "Uh... my lord, you have kissed a corpse, and more than one corpse, you have also kissed a golem, a slime killer, a dog, and a wild wolf in the forest. The elves are more exaggerated..."
"Play stupid with me again, you know what I mean."
The flowers under the wisteria trellis were swaying in the shade, and the old mage's smooth head was dotted with tiny pieces of pale gold.
Lott stared at the mage, making Burris feel uncomfortable all over: "My lord, please don't look at the top of my head?"
"I didn't," Lott laughed, "I was looking in your eyes."
Burris pokes fun at himself: "Look at my droopy eyelids and my insect-killing wrinkles?"
Lott didn't answer, but asked him, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Movia if you use illusion to grow old?"
"This is a transformation spell, not an illusion," Boris said. "I also think that illusion is too rudimentary. He may find that... there should be no problem with the transformation spell. When I was investigating in the tower, I already knew what his ability was. , He is extremely biased, and he must not be able to see through my spells."
Lott was still looking at the top of his head. Burris felt it.
"Then when will you change back?" Lott asked.
"Anyway, it doesn't work now. The Elf Council will come to discuss things with me after a while. I told them that I will leave this afternoon, and I will ask my apprentice to follow up on the follow-up questions. Then I can eliminate the burden on my body." Alteration spell. Sigh, apprentice Koref is a soft-spoken man after all, and only when I transform back into Boris, what I say will be valuable."
"It's kind of funny how you lie about it with all seriousness," Lott said.
"You mean, when I answered Movia?" Boris smiled, "Yeah, I've been lying all my life. As I said before, I've always lied about everything Yriel did. No less, but my way of doing things is different from his. Morvia said that my robes were stained with blood, that I was bad, and he was right. Morvia lied to the elves of Sushi Island, And the people I've lied to... I'm afraid there will only be more. I lie every day, and today is no exception."
Lot's gaze moved, from the mage's bald head to his eyes. When the four eyes met, Boris looked to the side.
The old man's eyelids were too thick, and when he looked down, Lotter could only see the gap between the upper eyelid and the eye bags, and could not see the dark and penetrating gray-green at all.
The mage looked at the old hands thoughtfully, and sighed: "Look, Boris Gershaw is no longer that simple and timid twenty-year-old apprentice. I don't know if you are disappointed."
Lotter said, "But you didn't lie to me."
Boris once thought so himself, and was faintly proud of it. For some reason, as soon as these words came out of Lott's mouth, Boris felt a little guilty and less sure.
What if I fooled you? Or... am I lying to you now
Suddenly Lot squeezed Burris' chin and lifted his face. A trace of surprise flashed in the mage's eyes, and there was a hint of rejection. Lott ignored it, but bowed his head and kissed it directly.
He kissed very hard, which seemed a little rougher than the previous few times, he bit the mage's upper lip, and even touched the other's gums with the tip of his tongue... At this moment, Boris grabbed his shoulder and pushed him away very hard .
Burris was out of breath, shock written all over his face. Lott wanted to get closer again, and he put his hand on Lott's chest.
Lott asked: "What? Didn't you accept me a long time ago?"
Burris pushed him with one hand and covered his mouth with the other: "You... But, this is different... I..."
"Why are you stuttering?"
Lott asked knowingly. Looking at Boris' expression, he already understood why.
"Under this old appearance, you have lost several teeth," Lott said bluntly. "Although there are spells that can stabilize them, or even replace them with new teeth, you have never cast spells on yourself. You Like many stubborn old men, there is a cure for it, but you keep procrastinating on your rotten teeth. The corners of your mouth are bent down, your lips are dry like sandpaper, your face is gray, your skin is sagging, your cheekbones have become so obvious, and there are still There are several spots... Are you startled when I kiss you at this time?"
Burris put his hands down slowly, lowered his head and was speechless.
"Dear Burris, what do you think I made you young?" Lott sat closer again, "Youth and health and hair are good things, and I hope we both can have them. But, this It doesn't mean that I hate you at the age of eighty-four, or that I don't want to kiss you when you are bald. Whether you are a miserable little apprentice, a legendary mage, a wealthy widow, or an old schemer... all of these can be added together. It's Boris Gershaw. When I confess, I'm dealing with the whole of you."
He took the old man's withered hands and kissed each on the back of both hands: "Sometimes you always underestimate my IQ. I have lived for so long, and I am not stupid... I can see through you. Don't worry, All I want is you, not some unrealistic phantom of false perfection. So, I won't be disappointed."
After speaking, he stuck it up again, his lips touched the old man's cheekbones, and then slid down to his mouth. Although Boris didn't refuse this time, he didn't enjoy it very much. Lott could feel it, so he stopped.
There are some things that he doesn't mind and it's useless, after all, Boris himself has difficulties in his heart.
"By the way, do you remember the book I mentioned?" Lott changed the subject and stopped staring at Burris' head.
"Remember," said Burris, "you found it in the tower?"
"No. It's strange because I didn't find it. In fact, I'm not in a hurry to find it. After all, I'm already free... I'm just curious. What kind of book is that? I could clearly feel it back then. The art vein has alien power, which was generated before the plane was separated, maybe there will be many interesting things on it... Now I can't feel it at all, it should no longer be on Suxi Island."
Burris is also interested in ancient books with a long history, but it's a pity that Lott didn't see it at a glance back then, and didn't even know what it looked like or what it was called. If you ask Movia, maybe Movia knows the whereabouts of the book... But it's too embarrassing, Movia must hate them now, even if he knew, he wouldn't say it.
At this time, the sound of talking in Elven language came from outside the courtyard. Burris hurriedly told Lott to stand up, or at least not get so close to him.
The elf servant came in and bowed slightly: "Master Gershaw, the apprentice Haiwu from the Mage Tower wants to see you."