This day is really a bit depressing. Boris tried his best to adapt himself to everything and put his daily research back on track. In addition, he had to detect and record his physical condition every day to see if the imbalance of his soul had improved.
When things weren't going well, Burris would look at himself in the mirror before bed and after waking up and say: You're fine, you're lucky, you're younger, you have limitless possibilities, and now you're so straight and your hair is so Duh, eyesight is so good, you can do it, you'll be fine...
No matter how hard he encouraged himself, he couldn't ignore all the troubles in life. For example, when the tailor Mr. Justin came, Burris had to cast an illusion to return to the appearance of the old man before he could see him. After a face-to-face meeting with Justin, Burris left in a hurry. Anyway, Justin was used to dealing with housekeeping golems.
The mage returned to the study and watched the tailor tailor Lott's clothes from the monitoring crystal. Justin has never been extra curious, and he doesn't ask a word about things that have nothing to do with him, but Lotte has been eager to test Justin, suggesting that he can ask various questions that interfere with privacy... In the end, the tailor didn't ask anything, Lott looked disappointed.
What is more troublesome than seeing the tailor is meeting the students - Boris has not only Estee as a student, but other students will come back to visit him occasionally. The one who came to the tower this time was an elf named Heisong.
Heisong is an adult elf, older than Burris, but Burris always thinks he is still a kid. The elf loves to dress himself up as dark and scary as possible. He hangs a bunch of sinister but useless accessories from his belt, dyes his beautiful blond hair a greenish-black hue, and paints his face. He painted very white, used makeup to draw dark circles under his eyes to add haggardness, and tattooed some meaningless skull patterns and characters on his hands... Burris has always been worried about this apprentice's mentality and social skills.
When Estee came to visit, she would let a deformable metal bird fly up to announce the news, but Heisong didn't do that. He paused at the foot of the tower, singing aloud the greatness of his master in a poetic tone, and then cadenced about his recent adventures, and then lit clusters of pale skull-shaped will-o'-the-wisps, sending them spiraling upward and howling around the mage tower …
Burris didn't want to see him. Heisong is a mature mage at any rate, illusions may not be able to fool him, and telling him the truth is even more impossible. Heisong is too naive, he is not as good at keeping secrets as Estee, if you tell him the ins and outs of the matter, I am afraid he will add embellishment and then tell his little adventurer friend... His little adventurer friend is wandering around in the Ten Nations Confederacy , it won't be long before the story of "The Lord of Bones and the Mage who regained his youth" will be known to all women and children.
At this time, Boris and Lott were sitting in the lounge, staring sadly at the monitoring crystal on the table, listening to the ghost fire screaming outside the tower. Lott thought of an idea: "How about you use spells to amplify the sound and pretend to be angry to scare him away? Show off the aura that the legendary archmage is furious!"
"No," Boris said, "Heisong understands me better. I'm not the kind of moody person. Doing so will arouse his suspicion..."
"Then you keep quiet all the time, ignore him, and let him think that there is no one in the tower. Anyway, isn't there a magic lock on your door, and he can't break in."
"He can't...but he will probably camp under my tower."
"Why does he have to see you?"
Burris lamented: "He must have suffered a loss during the adventure, and now he comes back to ask me for money... He won't leave if he doesn't get the money."
Lot patted him on the shoulder with a serious expression: "Do you have to give him money if he wants it? He has left your side and has become a senior adventurer. Besides, he is still an elf. I am afraid he is much older than you Right? He actually has the nerve to spend your money? Money didn’t just fly out of thin air, but you squander it at will, why?”
Boris looked at Lot in embarrassment... Lot had already put on new clothes. In addition to the few sets Boris ordered, he also ordered three additional sets of cloaks from Justin, two gem-encrusted belts, and four leathers of different colors. Inlaid satin bow ties, four sets of silk housecoats, three pairs of soft leather boots, two pairs of lambskin gloves... On the wall behind Lotter is the harp that no one can play, and the chest of drawers under the harp There is a sterling silver square mirror, and the frame is also inlaid with bright five-color gemstones that are not aesthetically pleasing...
Burris had mixed feelings in his heart, bowed his head with a bitter face and let out a long sigh. Lott gave him a particularly warm look: "It's okay, don't worry, there will be a solution. You are twenty years old now, not eighty-four! Don't keep hunched over and sighing!"
Burris nodded perfunctorily, got up and walked to the cloakroom at the end of the corridor. Lott asked him what he was going to do, and he said, "I'm going to change clothes. I figured out a way just now. Heisong won't give up easily, and I still have to deal with him."
"So you still have to give him money?"
"Just give it. Heisong is different from Esther. Esther is a researcher, the same type as me, while Heisong is a practical school. He and his adventurer team often travel around, and occasionally There will be some unexpected gains. We need this kind of people, collecting new spell-casting materials, excavating and exploring unknown ruins... basically people like them do it. Black pine is not easy, I can help a little."
Lot followed behind Boris, staring at him with a half-smile. For more than sixty years, he has always remembered this sad and unhappy face. However, the "sad face" in his memory is a little different from Burris' expression now. Burris now looks too kind, no It's as painful as it used to be, and it's even a little laughable.
Burris changed into a brand new but plain robe, and tied his hair that was loose at home at home behind his head. This small change made him look sharper, and his temperament really became much younger. He took a bag of gold coins and dug out a gray fluorite pendant from the dusty box, and then he took off most of the magic items on his body, leaving only the carnelian ring on his thumb.
After descending to the lobby on the first floor with the floating disc, Boris told Lott: "My lord, I will take care of this matter, you... go back to the room upstairs, I can do it alone."
"Are you afraid that I'll say the wrong thing?" Lott nodded understandingly, "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, I don't want to emphasize my sense of existence, just deal with him, I won't talk. I'll pretend to be you Tali servant."
"You are too richly dressed to be a servant."
"Oh... Then what profession do you wear more gorgeously here?"
Burris really wanted to say, I wouldn't dress like this in any profession here... Who would be okay wearing a long cloak of ermine fur and dark red velvet? Add a crown and you almost look like you're going to ascend the throne... Suddenly, Burris had a flash of inspiration: "Well. If he asks, you say you are an ally of the mage Burris Gershaw, and then he may ask you Whether you are a warlock, you can just say yes. Don’t worry, all detection spells are forbidden in my hall, and he will not find out that you are from another world.”
Lord Skeleton agrees. Burris walked towards the gate, and instead of using the old way of hooking his hands to open the door, he opened the door bolt in the most basic way.
A chair made of bones floated on the open space outside the tower, and the black-robed elf sat on it. The door opened, Heisong was about to get up, when he found a young and strange face appeared in the door, he sat back on the chair with an elegant gesture.
Boris laughed secretly in his heart: You silly elf, you can use the bones of cows and deer to make chairs, but these bones are obviously boiled, and there are a few bones on the back of the chair that have even been smoked... Even if you I can see it with white paint too! Could you please stop using kitchen scraps as a skeletal chair? This chair must not be seen by other necromancers, it is enough for people to laugh for a hundred years.
Heisong spoke: "Young human apprentice, I haven't seen you before, please report your name." When he spoke to outsiders, he always deliberately imitated the ancient elf accent. In fact, his daily accent was closer to the northern dialect of the Sago Empire.
"My name is Kreve." Burris used a familiar name, which is the name of the tailor Justin's father-in-law. "Excuse me, is it Mr. Black Pine, the necromancer?"
Half of his pale face was exposed under the heavy hood, and his blue lips evoked a dangerous smile: "Oh? You know me?"
"The mentor mentioned you to me. The door is open for a limited time, please come in."
Heisong nodded, manipulated the bone chair to float into the tower, and looked around the familiar hall: "Where is our respected mentor?"
"The mentor is out, and I don't know where he is."
Heisong looked at the "young man" in front of him with dissatisfaction: "You are so young, and the instructor actually assured you to manage his tower?"
"I have this question myself. But the instructor's order is an order, and I will obey the order and do my best."
Playing an apprentice is not difficult, after all Burris himself was someone else's apprentice when he was young. His mentor was very harsh and harsh back then, but he has always maintained a soft and submissive attitude. Now he can be regarded as playing his own boyhood in his true colors.
Heisong ignored the "apprentice" and chanted a spell to summon the floating disc. In the mage tower, his bone seat cannot take him up. If you want to enter the upper room, you only have two options: floating disc or stairs.
After waiting for a few seconds, the floating disc has been hanging quietly at a high place, completely ignoring the black pine. Heisong knew that it was because of the instructor's arrangement, so he didn't try again. He jumped off the chair and stepped up the stairs. Just after taking a few steps, an invisible wall blocked his way.
"Will the instructor not allow me to go up the tower?" Heisong retreated into the hall with some grievances.
Boris maintained a low-browed and pleasing expression: "The mentor does not allow anyone to go up the tower. I am only active in the various rooms on the ground floor."
"This is troublesome..." Heisong muttered and sat back in the bone chair. In fact, there are comfortable sofas for guests to sit in the lobby, but he just prefers to sit on his own kitchen waste chair.
After thinking for a while, the elf stretched out his pale and slender hands with black pointed nails: "Little mage, do you have any tea? I came all the way here, and my mouth is dry now."
Your mouth will dry up because you were singing poems and songs outside the tower just now. Boris went to the tea room to get a cup of refreshing drink that is usually prepared. When he came back, Black Pine did not wait there. He floated to the side hall by the side door and found Lott who was reading a romantic novel.
"Who are you?" Even Heisong could tell that this person was definitely not a sorcerer's apprentice.
"Boris Gershaw's men."
Burris shook his hand holding the drink.