At around ten o'clock the next morning, Lott finally came back. When he left, he rode a black horse, and when he returned, he not only rode the black horse, but also brought back two golden-brown colts.
He was leading the horse with his left hand, and he was carrying a bulging canvas bag with his right hand. Brand-new long and short swords were hung on both sides of his waist, and he carried a silver harp inlaid with sapphires on his back. After returning the horses to the stables, he shouldered the door open and walked into the mage's tower. The protection spells on the tower had no effect on him at all.
When he found Boris in the study, the mage was sitting at the table with a sad face, sighing at an ancient black cover book about two feet long.
"I have received the summons amulet you sent." Lott turned around and sat at the table, and piled up all the things in his hand in front of Burris, "I was in a place called Flying Mouse Town, and they had a curfew at night. , close the city gate and no one can come in or out. Actually, I can sneak out alone, but I have a lot of things on my back, and I have to bring a horse... I have to wait until the daytime to leave. The place is quite prosperous, not at all like a small town."
Burris muttered listlessly: "Oh, Flying Mouse Town... has entered the border of Sago. You have run so far..."
"It's a little far away. Hey, what's the matter with you? You're depressed early in the morning."
Burris didn't answer. His gaze lifted from the book and slowly moved to a pile of things on the table: "What are these?"
"I bought something. Look, how about this pair of swords?" Lot patted the long and short swords on his waist, pulled out the short one, and gestured twice in the air, "I didn't buy it at the blacksmith shop , in a craft shop. The owner didn't know the goods, and thought they were decorations. In fact, they were a pair of antique swords produced by dwarves! The design of the northern elves, and the craftsmanship of the dwarves, this is not common. You see, it is old but Still sharp…”
Burris nodded perfunctorily, then stared at the thing protruding from the mouth of the canvas bag: "What is this... a chain mail shirt?"
"Soft woven chain armor, the inner layer is made of lambskin, how about it, does it look good?" Lott pulled out the chain armor shirt and stuck it on himself.
Burris frowned slightly: "My lord, if you want weapons and armors, there are plenty of them in my military factory! There are all kinds of materials and special effects, even if you want a dragon leather armor, it's not difficult... Why do you need to spend such a waste of money? The weapon shop in the border town of Sago is the worst. They make money by deceiving young adventurers who just entered the country all the year round... "
"I just want them to look good." Lot took out a thick stack of heavy dark red silk with gold thread from the canvas bag again, "Look, isn't this also pretty? This is what I bought for Yours. I found that the curtains in your lounge are too dark, what color is that called? It’s not gray, not luxurious at all.”
"My curtains are good at blacking out..." Burris stared sadly at the stack of golden cloth.
Lotte opened the heavy silk cloth and tried it against the light: "Well, that's right. The blackout effect is not as good as your curtains. But you can hang double curtains, this one is used outside, and the blackout curtain is used inside. Or It’s not bad for you to use this as a bed tent.”
After speaking, he took out another flannel box. In the box lay two cloak brooches with two gemstones, one blue and one green, set in them.
"The blue moonstone, and the green dragon's breath stone," he held the blue one himself, and handed the green one to Burris, "give me the blue one, and give you the green one. How about it? And our eyes The colors match, right? Yours is the best one in the store. Look, you can see the bright spot in it even in an ordinary room... "
Boris took the pin sadly: "My lord... there are many such things in my tower..."
"But there's nothing exactly like it?"
"That's not..."
"It's fine if you don't have one. By the way, I also bought this..."
Next, Lot happily showed a bunch of things, ranging from tapestry to rose and lychee-flavored essential oils. Among them, the most puzzling thing for Burris was the silver harp, which Burris could not play. Neither did Boris, and Boris asked him why he bought this. He said it was a rare dryad-style handicraft, and it should be placed in the mage's tower.
When I heard that Lott also bought a pair of golden retriever ponies, Boris was lying on the table in love.
It was a mistake to let the Lord of Bones hang out alone... People who have been imprisoned for too long need to release the pressure, and once they are free, they tend to get carried away. Originally, Boris was worried that the Lord of Skeletons would do something dangerous... Now, it seems that the Lord of Skeletons did not harm ordinary people. He also bought a bunch of useless things from them. I won't be afraid of this stranger, I guess I will love him to death.
Seeing Boris lying still, Lott reached out and rubbed his hair in a daze: "What's wrong with you? Could it be that you haven't been feeling well since you came back yesterday?"
Boris buried his face in his arms and said sullenly: "It's fine if you don't come back after seeing my summons... You finally came back, and you still buy so many flashy things..."
"Aren't you rich?" The demigod was frank and infuriating.
"It's not a waste of money!" Boris slowly straightened his body, pinching his brows, "Forget it... my lord, I don't blame you, you have been imprisoned in a different plane for so long, and you don't know enough about this world... It's normal... Your excitement and curiosity are also normal. I didn't handle this well."
Lott thought about it carefully, and asked carefully, "Uh... Did I cost you a lot of money? Are the things I bought particularly expensive?"
"Objectively, it's expensive," Burris said, "but that's okay, it's not very expensive."
"That's good," Lot breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why are you so sad?"
"Because I have some problems in casting spells." And the pile of things you bought aggravated my sense of despair... Boris didn't say the second half of the sentence.
It took Burris a few minutes to explain his problems to Lott, and he also briefly described the various tests he tried yesterday and the explanations he found from ancient documents... After listening, Lott patted him on the shoulder: " It's nothing, don't worry, you can't summon high-level spells, it's because the body and soul are out of sync, it's not permanent, it will be fine after a while. It's like drinking, if I turn you into a thirteen-year-old child , your drinking capacity will definitely get worse with the changes in your body. As long as you still love drinking and drink often, it will take less than a year or two for you to recover your current drinking capacity."
"I understand the truth, but this will cause a lot of inconvenience..." Burris sighed.
Lott tutted his head and shook his head: "Don't worry. Speaking of it, I am more inconvenient than you."
This made Burris stunned. Lott picked him up from the chair: "It's like this, you are not the only one who has trouble casting spells smoothly, my body also has a little trouble. I can demonstrate it to you. Do you have a spell-casting training ground?"
Burris took him to the middle floor of the tower, where, like the basement, a room with an actual area larger than the floor plan of the tower was expanded by space magic. The room was arranged like a Colosseum, with stone pillars of different heights and thicknesses standing in it to simulate a complex environment.
Boris used to do actual combat training with his apprentices here. Later, as he got older, and the apprentices were all in their thirties, everyone didn't focus on damage spells anymore, and the training ground gradually became vacant. Princess Estee has never used this training ground. She is a princess and the only heir to the empire. Boris is afraid of taking responsibility, so he has hardly taught her fighting spells.
When he came to the training ground, Lott looked around: "Do you have any unused corpses?"
"Yes." Boris snapped his fingers, and a half-incorporeal servant dragged in a goblin corpse from a small door.
Lott looked at the goblin in distaste: "No goblin! Do you have any idle elf corpses?"
"Why do you have to have an elf corpse?"
"Goblin ugly."
"What are you going to do with it? Ugly or not?"
Burris has no elf corpses. But the Maharaja insisted on not wanting goblins. In desperation, Boris asked the servant to replace it with a human corpse.
"Now look at me, Burris," Lott said, approaching the corpse, "I'm going to cast a spell on it, and it will regain its vitality, but it still has no IQ."
It's pretty basic necromancy. Boris nodded, wondering what the Skeleton Monarch wanted to express.
Lot knelt down and gently hugged the upper body of the corpse. Under Boris' surprised eyes, he lowered his head and kissed the mouth of the corpse!
What shocked Boris even more was that his action was indeed casting a spell. Seeing the moment his lips touched, Boris also felt the slight fluctuation when the spell took effect.
The corpse stood stiffly, swaying foolishly, as if waiting for an order. Lot gave him a few orders at random, and finally told him to go to sleep again.
After doing all this, Lott asked again: "Boris, do you have any idle living prisoners here? You want death row prisoners, the kind that are still alive."
"No, this is the mage's tower, not a prison."
Lott sighed regretfully, and went to kiss the corpse again to wake it up. This time he cast a different spell, which not only brought the dead back to life, but also allowed the dead to have a certain IQ and judgment, which was different from those completely sluggish walking dead.
This spell has a side effect: if the deceased dies unexpectedly, he will immediately remember the past hatred after the spell takes effect, and chase and kill the enemy desperately; Before the caster, from then on will always be loyal to the caster.
After the spell was cast, the corpse in Lott's hand stood up. Probably this person was really murdered, he rushed to the exit of the training ground, howled and kicked the thick stone gate, desperately wanting to rush out to seek revenge from the murderer...
"How did he die?" Lott looked at Burris.
"Stamped to death by a buffalo."
"So... he's going to find the buffalo for revenge?" Lott also walked towards the door, explaining to Boris while walking half sideways, "Obviously it's hard for him to find the buffalo, and we can't let him run out of the tower casually, Right? So now I have to subdue him and calm him down again…”
"So what exactly do you want to show me?" Boris couldn't understand the behavior of the Skeleton Lord more and more.
Lotte grabbed the struggling corpse and kissed it again. This time, Boris discovered that Lott was casting an instant-death attack spell. Most of the recipients would permanently lose their activity after this blow, and even their souls would no longer exist. Evoked corpses are alive, and undead are living things, and can die a second time, of course.
Lotter's spell took effect. The corpse fell back on the ground, from a fresh corpse of a strong peasant to a shriveled mummified corpse.
"Do you understand?" Lott shrugged, "I have the same problem with casting spells as you... and I am in a worse condition than you. I have to touch the subject with my mouth. Probably because I was released by a kiss , so my way of expressing strength has also changed... "
Burris was stunned: "In other words, you can only radiate power with your mouth, and you must use your mouth to touch the subject's mouth?"
"Yes. It's very troublesome. Kissing the paws or the back doesn't work. I tried it on wolves in the wild."
Burris wanted to know what he did to the wolf, but this was obviously not the focus at the moment: "What if it's an area spell? Like a thick fog barrier or a strong wind."
"I can't cast range spells anymore," Lott said, "neither range-type defense or attack, nor power burst and throw... For example, the big fireball that human warlocks love, I can't cast it. I am currently Only spells that have a specific target and target an individual living creature can be cast."
"To put it simply, it's... You have to be able to kiss a mouth?"
"Yes... oh yes, I am not affected by the auxiliary spells I cast on myself! What are affected are those that affect the outside world."
"What about teleportation? Teleport yourself."
"I didn't know how to teleport before, only flash, have you forgotten? If I could, that time more than sixty years ago... we wouldn't have to work so hard."
Lott suddenly mentioned the past, making Burris stunned for a while.
The stubborn illness left over from that year has tortured him for decades, and at the same time, the warmth he experienced that year has been shining on him for the rest of his life.
"I see." Burris forced himself to bring his mind back to the present moment. "The difficulty you encountered is indeed more serious than mine. My problem is temporary, how about you? It won't be permanent, right?"
"I don't know, I have to observe slowly," Lott said, "Don't worry, for me, the current spells I can use are enough, and I can kill most of the enemies even if I don't cast spells."
"I do believe that..."
Lott seemed to remember something again. He strode towards Boris: "By the way, I can also use assisting spells! For example, it will protect you from all kinds of elemental energy, and improve your control over magic..."
"Don't!" Boris put his hand on Lot's chest, "You just kissed the corpse! Don't kiss me!"
"You necromancers still care about this?"
"Why don't you care? What misunderstanding do you have about necromancers?"