"What?" Before Burris could react, Lott turned around and pressed him against the door.
This gesture is probably for kissing, anyway, it's not like they haven't kissed before, Boris has given up on himself a long time ago... But today it seems to be different.
Today Lot hugged him too tightly, and the other hand was still lightly placed on his chin and neck... This posture was like a wild beast catching prey, which made Burris feel uncomfortable. Before he had time to raise an objection, Lot was as usual She bowed her head and kissed him.
When being kissed, Burris closed his eyes tightly, trying to reason to himself:
It's not shameful, it's normal... I've said it all, I can accept the Lord of Bones, that is, Lothbald, the person in front of you... No, this demigod. He asked me if I understood his intentions, and I said I did, and I had said everything, how could I go back on my word...
Don't all young people kiss? Yes, everyone does it, no surprise there... No one says spellcasters can't kiss, and no one says old men can't...
Suddenly, his continuous wandering thoughts were cut off - Lot bit his lip, and when he opened his mouth subconsciously because of the pain, something soft and wet touched his gums.
The mage's body stiffened instantly. Lot's tongue licked his gums, tangled with his tongue, and he just kept closing his eyes stupidly.
This time it wasn't for thinking, it was because he didn't dare to move.
To be honest, he has lived such an old age, even if he has never eaten three-dimensional dolphin meat, he has seen three-dimensional dolphins run, even if he has never seen three-sighted dolphins run, he has seen the three-spotted dolphin illustrated book... Of course he understands what tongue kissing is all about.
However, this was the first time he had been so close to someone, more intimate than he had ever been able to accept in the past. He wanted to attribute this feeling to "itch" or "numbness," but it seemed there was more to it than that.
His body gradually became less tense, and even a little too soft. Lot put his arms around his back and fixed him between himself and the door panel. If it wasn't for this, he might fall to the floor with a limp foot.
Finally, Lot let him go. Burris was panting heavily, not daring to raise his head. He didn't know how to adapt to the subtle atmosphere at this time, but Lott actually shouted, his voice sounded terribly happy: "Gods! Is it really so successful?"
"What?" Burris was at a loss for the second time today.
"Are you a little distracted? Are your feet soft? Are you a little dizzy? Do you feel like you're drunk? Is it exciting?"
Boris was dazed for a while, snapped his fingers, and lit a small ball of light in midair.
Lot looked down at him, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he licked his lips excitedly.
Under Lot's expectant gaze, the mage held back for a long time before slowly saying: "I... don't understand what you want to ask..."
Lot put his arms around him instead, and said with a smile: "This kind of kiss is for someone you love deeply. It's not a kiss that casts spells, nor is it a kiss that blesses others. According to the book, your body should be numb, breath Disordered, trance-eyed, sweet panting, a slightly drunken blush appearing on the face... It seems true, it is true! Thanks to your light ball, I saw it! Your face is really very red!"
After being told this, Boris blushed even more: "Please don't use the words in pornographic books..."
Lott laughed out loud: "Why, you always read that kind of book?"
"No, that kind of book is meaningless."
"If you haven't read it, how do you know it's a word from a pornographic book, why don't you say I made it up out of thin air?"
Seeing Boris bowed his head in silence, Lott knew that enough was enough for this topic. His mage is thin-skinned, and people with this personality should not be teased too hard. They are full of shame and anger but will not explode, and they are easy to hold back.
Lott changed the subject without hesitation. He wrapped his arms around the mage and said softly, "Boris Gershaw, you don't want to leave me."
"I didn't think..." the mage's voice was muffled.
"I said more than sixty years ago that when I regain my freedom, I will be your eternal ally. We will be together for a long time. What if we have conflicts in the future? What if we quarrel one day , No matter how we talk, we can’t reach an agreement... What should you do? Are you going to turn around and leave?"
Burris is not at all good at discussing such matters. Of course he didn't think so, but after all, his own speech came first, so how should he explain it to the majesty now
"It's different..." he tried to say, "Those words were about Naylor and the Princess, not about us..."
Lott asked: "In your mind, are we different from them?"
Burris didn't understand this sentence. Before the mage figured out the meaning, Lott took the initiative to continue: "You think they are a couple. Words like 'love' and 'breakup' can be used on them, but they can't be used on us? We and them What's the difference? In romance novels, it's traditional for a princess to go with a knight, and it's also traditional for a mage to go with a devil."
Burris was tempted to chime in to say that "the latter combination is often seen as an evil character," but he didn't. He couldn't bear to say, what if the Maharaja started digressing after hearing this sentence? He didn't want the majesty to digress, he wanted to hear the majesty continue...
Lott went on to say: "From our reunion, to the palace ball, to the conversation in the small black room of the post station, to the church, the island, the elf's yard... until now, I have already made my thoughts clear. Now, you've always had that 'I know but I'm not saying anything' attitude. Burris, you asked Naylor just now, 'Are you really willing to accept her? Or are you just tolerating her?' Now let me ask you the same question, are you really willing to accept me? Or are you just tolerating me?"
Boris was taken aback, and whispered a little stammeringly: "I... I didn't..."
Lott was aggressive: "No one? Didn't accept me, or didn't tolerate me?"
"I didn't put up with you..."
"and you… "
"My lord, can you stop talking about this..." Boris didn't raise his head, "I'm not trying to be perfunctory, nor do I deliberately avoid these... I'm sorry, my lord, I'm really sorry..."
Burris suddenly started apologizing, which startled Lott. He just wanted to take this opportunity to cuddle and kiss her sweetly, and find some sense of security by the way, and he didn't want to force the mage to admit something.
As he silently pondered how to respond, Burris continued, "I know what you mean... really. But I... oh my god, I can't say it. I've lived so long that I haven't talked about it once, I Really... I can't say it. Really, I'm not lying to you, I really... "
Lotte vaguely understood. He stroked the mage's back lightly, and decided to change his communication method: "Boris, do you like Earl Herolf?"
The mage was again confused by this sudden digression. He was silent for a while, and replied honestly: "I like it very much. It is very sensible and cute."
"I gave you a green dragon's breath brooch and bought a silver harp. Do you like them?"
Burris replied very honestly: "Although they are useless, but... I actually like it."
Lot snickered: "Aren't you angry that I wasted your money like this?"
It turns out that you have self-knowledge! Boris hid his face in Lott's arms, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be angry."
"So, are you willing to let me stay in your tower?"
"Well, I would like to." Burris took the initiative to continue, "Just like what was agreed more than sixty years ago..."
"You won't go back on your word, and you won't leave me if you disagree with me?"
Boris replied without hesitation, but his wording was a bit cunning: "No. The Mountains of No Return are mine, and the Tower is mine, and I will always be there. As long as you don't leave, I won't leave."
Lott smiled and said, "Actually, I was lying to you just now. I didn't hear anything clearly."
"Didn't hear what?" Burris was a little dazed, almost forgetting what they were talking about before entering the house.
"Sir Naylor drank too much and couldn't speak clearly. I teased him a few words casually, but he didn't speak a complete sentence at all. I didn't mean to inquire about their privacy, but I just wanted to find an excuse to tease you."
Hearing such a frank confession, Burris was speechless.
To be honest, he's still not used to these sweet and intimate gestures. How strange, when I was young, I could even sleep in the arms of the Lord of Skeletons, why now I am always too embarrassed to lift my head
He remembered very clearly that in the forest more than sixty years ago, he was very, very unwilling to leave the arms of the Lord of Skeletons.
This embrace can drive away sadness, soothe fear, let him fall asleep peacefully, it is so warm that it makes people cry... This is a feeling he has never experienced from the White Tower.
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At that time, the Lord of Skeletons took him on a journey overnight, and the two of them came to the plain forest near the Kingdom of Shandonia after a long time. Burris' fever was gone, but he was still a little weak.
"Is that the official way to get in and out of the city gate?" The Skeleton Lord supported him with one hand, and pointed out the forest with the other. It was the time when the moon was setting, and the eastern sky had just turned white. Not far away, a layer of dim white light glowed on the flat stone road.
Burris nodded: "It should be..."
"Can you enter the city?"
"The border of Shandonia will accept refugees from the north, and I can pretend to be a wanderer."
There is no Temple of the Silent God in Sandonia, so necromancers will not be easily hunted down and investigated here. Burris intends to find a city called San Dilian, and he heard that there is a group of necromancer researchers living there.
He didn't know how to get to Saint-Delian, he didn't know the locals, and he didn't even know whether the rumors were reliable...but he could only take one step at a time.
Lord Skeleton gently pinched his shoulder, and slowly took a step back. "That's good," Maharaja said softly, "Today is the seventh day, and I will leave before the sun rises."
Burris gasped for breath. If it wasn't for the injured finger, he wanted to reach out his hands, grab the man's black cloak, and hug him tightly again.
"Go quickly," the maharaja urged, "don't just stare at me and disappear."
The little mage shook his head: "No, I want to watch you leave."
"Why?"
"I have to see clearly... I have to remember what you looked like when you were pulled back to the Swamp of the Dead. What if the clue to undo the curse is hidden in it? I don't have any skills right now, so I probably can't figure it out after reading it, so I want to keep this picture firmly in mind and think about it in the future.”
The Lord of Skeletons approached again and stroked the soft hair of the little mage. Just when he was about to hug the mage again, gray smoke gradually floated up from his side and began to swirl.
The smoke accelerated into a storm in an instant, completely separating him from the human mage. He smiled and looked out through the smoke gap, looking right into the mage's gray-green eyes.
The little mage was pale and his shoulders were trembling, but he didn't yell, let alone be scared away.
"Boris Gershaw..." Standing in the center of the small storm, the Lord of Skeletons savored the name softly, "My mage, you must be my destiny... I am waiting for you, come and see me quickly .”
He didn't get an answer before disappearing. I don't know if the mage heard it.
The morning light poured down, the whirlwind gradually subsided, and the smoke dissipated completely.
Burris stood alone at the edge of the forest for a long time.
It wasn't until daylight that he wiped his eyes with his arm and walked slowly towards the road.