The mountains of Bugui are like spring all year round, with lush vegetation and flowers blooming all year round. The area under the mountainside is always comfortable and pleasant. Only the highest peaks change with the seasons.
The weather turned slightly cooler, the half of the mountain was dyed golden red by autumn, and the higher part seemed to be dipped in a thin layer of icing sugar.
It is said that Holly Village is the most suitable for overlooking the beautiful scenery. Standing on a slightly higher position in the village, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of "Honey Cake Mountain". If you go directly to the forest or meadow, it will be difficult to appreciate the beauty of the mountains. .
"Honey Cake Mountain?" After listening to the tavern maid's introduction, the hooded passenger laughed so hard that he almost choked on water.
The waitress raised her eyebrows proudly: "I also know that the name is funny, but our ancestors have called it that way for generations. In the past, Dongqing Village was very poor. Everyone said that there is a stream of honey on the Honeycake Mountain, and there are sweets and sweets in the forest. A house made of biscuits... But the mountain does not turn honey-colored every year, and sometimes the weather is too warm, and the mountain is green all year round, so people say it is because of magic. If you can’t find candy and honey in the mountain, then It's just hidden by magic."
The passenger sighed with his chin: "Was Dongqing Village poor before? I think it's okay now... well, it's much more prosperous than my hometown."
The waitress said: "When my grandfather's generation was young, Dongqing Village was still very poor. Later, roads were built here, factories were built, and they even cooperated with the mage to build plantations..."
"Mage? Is it Boris Gershaw?"
The passenger raised his head as he asked, and the hood of the cloak slid down.
When meeting his eyes, the waitress couldn't help gasping—this plainly dressed traveler turned out to be an elf, and...he's so good-looking too!
He has light golden smooth long hair, like a waterfall of champagne, his skin is rosy white, as delicate as cream, his dark green eyes are deep and mysterious, looking into it, as if looking into silence The ancient forest... and his smile, his smile is gentle, noble, and has a hint of shyness. If you only look at this face, everyone will probably guess which elf kingdom he is the prince of.
The waitress was stunned for a long time, but didn't even answer the conversation. The more she looked at the elf, the tighter her heart became, so she quickly looked away and stared at his dusty cloak instead... This traveler is good-looking, but poorly dressed. His cloak was rough and dull, and the clothes underneath were as simple as northern peasant clothes, and any fruit farmer in Holly Village could dress better than him.
But...but he looks good! That perfect face shape, that pair of white and pointed little ears... such a beautiful creature, even if it is dressed in rags, everyone loves it.
The passenger was stared at uncomfortably, and deliberately coughed a few times. The waitress blushed and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, what did you just say? Master Gershaw here? Look out the window and see the forest in the distance? And the big area behind... that's all his The land. Of course, technically he shares it with the Sargo royal family... "
The elf nodded and asked the maid for a glass of honey water. Few adults ordered this kind of thing. The waitress tried to recommend light fruit wine and gooseberry tea, but the elf insisted on honey water.
The waitress walked away with the tray, but couldn't help turning her head to peek at the beautiful guest.
I saw the elf looking out of the window thoughtfully, with a vague sadness in his watery eyes.
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There is a door in the attic on the top floor of the Mage Tower.
It is said to be a door, but in fact it is no different from a wall. It has no handles and no gaps. It looks like an ordinary wall. The outside of the wall is the sky outside the tower. Even if ordinary people stand in front of the "door", they cannot find it. Methods.
The door leads to a hidden space. Constructed by magic, it is the secret zone of Master Burris Gershaw.
Except for Boris and the golem controlled by him, no one has entered so far.
The wall trembled slightly, and ripples began to appear. When the water rippled most violently, a double-opening metal door was exposed from the bottom of the "water". Boris pushed the door out and closed the door behind his back, and the water waves on the wall immediately disappeared without a trace.
Not long ago, Burris activated this confidential space to run a large analytical circle. He will use it to observe the ancient book. Manipulating and using the magic circle is very labor-intensive. Boris spends a whole day in it every day, and his steps are always light when he comes out.
Mr. Willis the Golem was waiting for him outside and promptly brought him hot tea and crackers. As a young man, Burris fell in love with the crunchy, sweet treat that always healed him after a hard day.
He sat in the attic for a while, collected himself, and then ordered Mr. Willis to open the door.
The attic is locked all year round, and he will lock it in time after he comes in. The door is made of metal, and the door frame is reinforced with metal as a whole. The door lock is a four-way bolt, and it is almost impossible to pry it open after it is locked. This kind of door is very reliable. Especially when guarding against the Skeleton Lord, this kind of door is very reliable.
Protective spells are ineffective against Maharaja, and only physical isolation can completely stop him. If he tried to pick the lock, or even break down the door violently, he would surely make a loud noise, and Burris would be sure to spot it in time.
In fact, Burris did not hide the location of the ancient book. He clearly told Lott: The book is stored in the isolation room, please wait for me for a while, I want to rule out a few possible risks.
Lott agreed, and it seemed that he really let go of his obsession with the book for the time being. He went to the fair several times, bought a lot of aesthetically worrisome clothing, and wrote down a long list of "want to eat this" every day and handed it to the golem in the kitchen...
He also borrowed some golems and corpses to go out. He said that he would take Earl Herolf to train him in finding objects and biting... Earl Herolf is indeed a dog that has received the power of a demigod. It is much larger than dogs of the same age, and it is almost disproportionately strong.
And it's intelligent, almost as reasonable as a golem. Once the Maharaja touched it and said, "Master Herolf, you must firmly remember that I am your chief, and so is Boris Gershaw, and you must protect him as a knight protects a king, Respect him like a son treats his father, you can never hurt him, anyone who wants to hurt him is your sworn enemy, remember?"
Boris laughed when he heard it next to him: "My lord, no matter how human a dog is, he can't understand such a long sentence."
"I know," Maharaja slowly stroked the dog's head, "Although I have spoken, I am not communicating with him through words, I am communicating with him through will and sincerity."
"Will and sincerity?"
Lott said: "Just like the druids. The druid conveys a kind of love for the big forest, and the animals around him can feel it. I convey my love to you to Earl Herolf, Count Herolf can understand that it should love you too."
Burris was speechless for a long time. In the face of sweet words, he is always so unresponsive.
Fortunately, Lott understands him very well and is considerate of him. In the past, Lott would push him to give a response, but now Lott would just look at him with a smile, and either lazily start talking about the next topic, or come over and touch him. his hair.
At this moment, Boris will feel in a trance that he is really only twenty years old-childish, unseen, easily shy, not enough brains, slow to respond, always bowing his head and thinking but can't figure out why... and the Skeleton Lord is A mature and steady protector, he is trustworthy, strong in action, mysterious but not dangerous...he will always stay by his side.
Today, the eighty-year-old mage has his own tower and successfully lifted the curse of the demigod. The demigod has become the mage's eternal ally, and he and the mage live happily in a place where the seasons are like spring...
Burris was surprised to find that what he thought was out of reach when he was young is now within reach. The wishes he secretly made in the dark have now come true one by one.
Life has come to the present so naturally, without any sense of reality.
So what do they face next? Obviously, Chronicles and Carols.
The wishes of the mage have been fulfilled, but the long-cherished wish of the demigod has not yet been fulfilled.
Burris, however, had always been a little repulsed by that book. There was a fear hidden in his heart, he felt that the book would definitely affect something, maybe it would destroy the peaceful life, maybe it would change the Maharaja's view of the world, maybe even, maybe it would take away the things he had at this moment. everything of…
Think rationally, books should not be so scary. It's not a spellbook, it's just history and stories, not any powerful powers or spells.
In fact, the large analysis circle has almost analyzed the book, but Boris just doesn't want to release it easily. He always thought that if he could procrastinate for one more day, it would be one day, and if he could check one more point, it would be one point.
Anyway, Lott lived happily every day and didn't ask much about books, so Boris didn't have to worry.
Life is so comfortable now, Burris wants to keep it.
On this day, Lott said that Earl Herolf had reached the stage of actual combat training, and he was going to take it to the mountains to practice tracking small animals.
Burris was not going to the woods, nor was he going to the attic, and he had to go to Holly Village today.
Last night, the construct tit sent him a letter written by someone from the spell-casting material store. The letter said that a strange elf tourist had come to the village. He had been visiting nearby for a few days to see the scenery. In the past two days, he had a sudden illness and couldn't sleep in the tavern room.
According to the tavern maid, the elf mentioned Burris Gershaw in the chat, and everyone guessed that he might be an acquaintance of Burris, so the mage must know about this in time. Villagers don't go into the mountains easily, so Burris had to go to Holly Village to find out the situation himself.
After receiving the letter, Burris suspected that the fainted elf was black pine... When he mentioned the words "elf" and "fainted", he could only think of black pine. But it doesn't seem right, Heisong has been to Dongqing Village, his appearance is so conspicuous, the villagers must never forget him.
So Master Gershaw asked "Apprentice Kreve" to represent him and go to the village to visit the unidentified elf.
Before leaving, he gave the house golems an order in advance to prepare them to wash Lot's clothes and dogs in advance.
Lotter left at dawn, and Burris left in a carriage before noon.
After the carriage disappeared on the forest path, Earl Herolf rushed out from the forest behind the tower, and Lott leisurely followed behind him.
The protection on the tower door has no effect on Lott. Humming a song, he opened the door, asked the golem to help him call out the floating disk, and climbed all the way to the top of the tower.
The door to the attic room is too strong, and the four-way spring lock is really troublesome. Despite this, Lott was still very confident that he could open it. He had seen a lot, and it wasn't the first time he picked the lock in the past seven days.
He had a small toolbox with him, and there was a lot of strange tools in it--Burris was used to him spending money randomly, and every time he bought a bunch of things, Burris didn't pay attention.
Lott took a deep breath.
Something in the attic seemed to be calling to him.
It is eager to confide to him, to confess to him, to tell him all the secrets and sorrows and joys.