To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 68

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Lott was caught. He caught his legs on the silk thread hanging from the floor, and brought down the chest of drawers next to him while struggling hard. When Burris opened the door and came in, he was holding up the cupboard with one hand and reaching for the cloth bag on the table with the other.

In order to save the face of Lord Skeleton, Boris deliberately did not let Esther come with him. After seeing Lott like this, Burris couldn't help asking himself: Is he really afraid of being ashamed

Maybe he didn't care about face at all, he made himself like this: the left side of Lott's cheek was extremely white, his eyebrows were extremely thin, his eyes were blue as if he had been beaten, and there was a disgusting pink spot on his face.

… I'm choking. Burris pressed his heart with one hand, and took a few weak steps back.

Seeing Burris, Lott quickly set up the chest of drawers, and explained with a smile: "It's like this, didn't I go out for a day, and on the way back, a woman sold me powder or something. I thought, Lisa and Estee can use all of these, I just heard her recommend a few more... "

There was a big rose-red paper bag on the ground, and it was obvious that he must have bought everything recommended by others. Burris glanced at the paper bag: "Since you brought gifts for them, why didn't you go to Lisa's room first? What are you doing in my room?"

Lott answered irrelevantly: "I also know that the things on the street stalls are far worse than the princess's daily use. These are just a little thought, mainly to bless them... I don't buy many, and there is only one of each thing. It’s cheaper than anything I’ve bought before…”

"You'll be fine with the more expensive ones," Burris said. "So why on earth did you come to my room?"

Lot was speechless for a while, but still maintained a relaxed and happy expression. He picked up the rose red paper bag, took out a small glass bottle and handed it to Burris: "Uh... because... this is for you, you can use it. This is a powder sprinkled on the hair, which can make the hair more fluffy. Now You have hair, you should treat it well and enjoy it…”

Burris put his hand on his forehead, and said simply: "My lord, you can't read that book at the moment."

Lott still held up the glass bottle: "I didn't want to see it, I just came..."

Burris said: "I know how much you look forward to that book. I neither want to hinder you nor criticize your desire. The problem is that there are some unknown and dangerous effects in that book that may affect the reader. It will cause adverse effects, before we are fully prepared, it is best for no one to read it rashly. My lord, I am serious, please stop joking with me."

After speaking, he took out a wet towel and motioned Lott to wipe off half of the makeup on his face. Lotter pouted, and finally put down the glass bottle and rose red paper bag, and took Burris' wet wipes.

"Well, actually that powder is not for you..." he said while wiping his face, "I really want to read that book."

Burris sighed. "Not yet. We need to make sure it doesn't hurt you."

"It won't hurt me," Lot muttered. "I don't know why, but I can feel it anyway. It won't hurt me."

"It doesn't hurt to be careful about everything," Burris said.

"Otherwise," Lott suggested, "you can take it out with magic, and none of us will touch it, and I'll just take a look..."

"My lord, you can't see it for a while... It's not in that cloth bag at all."

"It's gone? Where is it then?"

Burris said: "I have used the object transfer technique to send it to the isolation room in the tower. There is residual magical power in the book, and I don't want to take it to the market."

It seems that the book will not be seen in the short term, and Lotter has no choice but to face reality. He smiled and leaned over, as if to hug the mage: "Okay, okay, I understand. I know you are worried about me..."

Burris took a step back: "My lord, your condition these two days is very worrying."

Lott's arms froze in the air: "What?"

Burris said: "You are very wrong. You must know this better than I do? When you mention that book, you look like a desert dweller who sees a bottomless lake... You long to be close to it, to have It, and at the same time a little afraid of it."

Lott did not deny this: "You should be able to understand me. Don't you mages all look like this when facing unknown knowledge?"

"I understand," Burris said, "but a mage who has no curiosity can't be a great weapon. People should have the ability to control themselves, strike a balance between desire and self-control, and avoid those risks that will upend their lives. "

Burris' tone was too serious, and Lott was a little embarrassed to make jokes again. He looked at the mage seriously and said, "Well... your worries are justified. After returning to the tower, we will study it slowly together. I will not read it until I am absolutely sure of safety."

"That's good." Burris relaxed a little and smiled unconsciously.

From Lot's point of view, the little mage lowered his head slightly, looking at the ground thoughtfully, his eyes were a little tired, but also a little relieved... This look is a bit like more than sixty years ago.

At that time, Boris was really twenty years old, his eyes were not as vicissitudes as now, and his smile would not look too kind... In fact, his smile was not particularly sweet, sweeter than clear springs, and not as strong as honey, but This kind of taste is just right, no matter how you look at it, you won't get tired of it.

The book has been on Lott's mind for a long time, and the little mage has been on his mind for decades. Because the mage is worried about him, he can't get a glimpse of the secrets in the book for the time being. Thinking about it this way, it seems that reading is not a particularly urgent matter. .

Lott stepped forward and continued what he hadn't done just now - hugging Burris into his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" The mage struggled uneasily.

"It's nothing," Lott breathed a sigh of relief, "Life is not perfect, and all wishes can't be fulfilled in an instant... I can fulfill them one by one, right?"

Burris nestled in his arms and thought: Very well, the Maharaja's condition is returning to normal, and he has started to engage in skip-talk, which is part of his daily habits.

If it was outside, such as when traveling with students, or on Sushi Island, or in the academy... Burris would be more repulsed by sudden intimacy, and Burris was always at a loss when Lot came up to him. But he didn't want to push Lott away, because doing so would make him look petty, so he looked for all kinds of excuses, trying to walk away calmly and reasonably...

But this time it's different. When he was hugged by Lott, Boris didn't feel flustered, on the contrary, he became more calm.

It's like hearing a silent promise, so that he doesn't have to worry about it all the time.

why is that? Is it because... I'm used to it? Boris thought to himself, but still couldn't get the right answer.

What he didn't know was that Lott also had similar thoughts at this time. As long as he gently hugs the little mage, he can temporarily push away all kinds of doubts and desires.

It didn't take long before Burris finally felt uncomfortable: "Uh, my lord, I'm going out for a while..."

"Where are you going?" Lot put his arms around his shoulders instead, with an attitude of "I will definitely follow you wherever you go".

"Go back to the ruins of the temple," Boris said, "there are still a large group of living corpses there. They are awake, but have no self-consciousness, piled up there without life or death... This is not good. I have to put them 'Send it back'."

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With the experience of last time, they spent a lot less time on the road this time. When we returned to the underground temple, the sun had not yet set.

As a necromancer, Burris is no stranger to living corpses. But he was still in awe when he looked at these "resurrected" pastors.

At first he thought that the remaining power in the book could revive all the corpses nearby, but now it seems that this is not the case: only the priests of the Black Lake can be awakened by the book, and the dead in ordinary tombs are completely unmoved.

The book didn't take the initiative to summon anyone, and the priests didn't lay out any plans in advance. Things happened automatically. No one planned the resurrection, everything was an accident caused by the sideways force.

Those people have been worshiping the gods of the dead, chasing holy objects, and singing stories... maybe some kind of power connects them with books.

This is a power that arcane research has not yet tapped.

Many people think that the sorcerer who manipulates arcane magic is the most terrifying, and the power of elements and magic is naturally harmless. In fact, the opposite is true, the more unattended the power is, the more dangerous it is.

Because of this, Burris was reluctant to let Lott get in touch with that book easily. His intuition told him that once the Lord of Skeletons came into contact with the book, there might be consequences he didn't expect.

He has no proof, it's all just gut feeling. Young mages love reason and logic, while older mages trust intuition.

Boris walked into the main temple, and Lott waited for him outside the stone gate. If Lott also walked in, the corpses would retreat too far, affecting Boris' spellcasting effect.

The sound of chanting incantations sounded from inside the stone gate. Lott pushed the door open a small crack and peeped in.

He always felt that Boris' voice was different when he cast spells. Usually, Boris' voice is gentle and firm, but when he casts spells, his voice becomes vain and soft.

The mage spoke slowly, every syllable was as soft, quiet and moist as the night.

It leads those who are neither living nor dead back into the abyss, and drowns them like an icy tide, quenching the false fire of life in them.

When all the corpses were no longer moving, Lott suddenly recalled the dream he had during his nap yesterday.

In front of him was a shattered battle flag, and beneath his feet were piles of dead bodies. As far as the eye can see, living things are hard to find, and there is death.

How did those people die? Who wins and loses on the battlefield? Are they beheading enemies, or driving out demons? Where have all the armies from Purgatory gone? Why do young soldiers who died in battle fall with the old bones

What is the storm that surrounds me? Who is the person walking towards me? How can I reach the Black Lake, how can I get the power of the dead god? Why do I long to find the Black Lake? After gaining power, what do I expect to get

"Chronicle" and "Ode" will provide him with answers.

Lott closed his eyes, and the image of the book was all in his vision. The black iron-colored cover is like a black lake without waves, and his own face is reflected in the round mirror on the other side.

He was more and more aware of Burris' concern... and now he was worried himself: it was not normal for me to want that book so much. What's more abnormal is that even when he is aware of the abnormality, he can't resist this desire.

"My lord?" Burris had already come out. He stood beside Lott with a cautious expression on his face.

Lot came back to his senses: "Huh? Are you done casting spells? Are they all dead?"

Burris looked at him in surprise: "You... what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, what's the matter?"

After answering, Lott suddenly realized the abnormality in himself.

Facing the sorcerer's four eyes, the gray-green eyes of the other party reflected his appearance at this time: a skull covered with black scales, with long curved horns on the head, and dark red flames flickering in the eye sockets... He Changed back to an inhuman state, but he didn't realize it.

No wonder he faintly felt that Burris was suddenly very petite. It turned out that he himself had become taller and stronger.

I've got to act like normal and not scare Burris-Lott with the idea. His mind turned quickly, and he immediately thought of a countermeasure.

He didn't change back to human form immediately, but lowered his body slightly, and put his arm around the mage's shoulder.

He said: "Looking at you casting spells there, and seeing so many corpses, I thought of the Swamp of the Dead, and my heart became very heavy... Burris, I want to kiss you."

"Say it like you've never kissed..." Burris muttered.

The flames in the majesty's eyes trembled horizontally, and he looked very happy: "Look at my current appearance-I have kissed you who borrowed someone else's corpse with this face, but I have never kissed you in person. There is no one around now, and the atmosphere is just right , I want to try."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his back, gently supported Boris' chin with one hand, and touched the mage's mouth with his exposed black teeth.

Now he has no lips, he can only touch people with his teeth or jawbone.

Kissing is not his main purpose, so he just dabbles in it. Immediately after the kiss, he changed back to his human appearance and put a smile on his face just in time.

He put one arm around Burris, trying not to think about the book, and focused all his thoughts on the mage.

The two left side by side. Behind them, the heavy stone door was completely closed again.

The temple has turned into a tomb again, where the priests gathered across time and space rest forever.