"Well, do you know him?" The tavern maid stood at the door of the guest room.
"Apprentice Koref" looked at the sleeping blond elf on the bed, feeling a little confused for a moment. He has never seen this elf, but the elf's appearance is indeed familiar...
There are still a lot of things to do in the tavern, and the waitress can't stay here all the time. It happened that Burris offered to stay and take care of the elves.
Before leaving, the young girl couldn't help but look at the elf hard, her face full of regret that "I can't be the first person he sees when he wakes up".
Burris recalled all the elves he had known in his life:
The first is the priest of Eluben, the God of Fertility, who used to purify the Gem Forest. That elf was thinner, paler, and his facial features were not as perfect as the one on the bed, and now he should be lying in his old home in the forest, and he would not have the strength to come to Holly Village.
The second one is a student named Luge. Now she lives on the border of the Sea of Trees and runs a workshop for the purification of spellcasting materials. She is a female student, and the elf on the bed is obviously male.
The third one is Grindyll, who teaches on the Five Towers Peninsula. He is a half-elf, and the one on the bed looks like a pure-blood tree sea elf.
The fourth is Black Pine, the fifth is Movia... and then there are a bunch of unnamed island elves.
Perhaps this comatose elf is indeed not among the "acquaintances"? Maybe he just heard of Boris, or the two had a brief encounter... Boris stroked the elf's forehead while thinking, and cast a detection spell.
There are weak undead fluctuations left on the elf. There are no magic items in his belongings. This fluctuation may be because he has touched something or been attacked by a necromancer.
Then, Burris lifted the elf's quilt, and held the elf's hands—these hands are really slender and soft, and they are a pair of hands suitable for learning to cast spells. There were faint scars on the elf's fingers, as if they had been burned by some kind of potion, and they had just healed. The scars were located on the back of the hand and the outside of the fingers, but the palms were clean. There were also a few sporadic marks of this kind on his wrist and forearm, and there was no trauma on other parts of his body.
Burris finished the preliminary inspection and helped the elf refasten his clothes. At this time, the elf frowned and hummed a few times, then suddenly opened his eyes.
"Don't touch me!" the elf yelled, hugging the quilt and curling up.
Boris froze in place, at a loss. After the two looked at each other for a while, the fear in the elf's eyes faded a little. His reaction just now seemed to be subconscious, and he didn't see who was in front of him at all.
The elf put down the quilt and carefully looked at Boris: "Sorry... I might have a nightmare. Did it scare you?"
A strange feeling rose in Boris' heart. The elf's accent and voice... It's just...
The elf rubbed his messy long hair: "What's wrong with me? Am I... drunk?"
"... black pine?" Boris' voice trembled.
The blond elf blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at him innocently.
"You, are you Black Pine?" Burris asked, "Black Pine Norshile, the son of General Silver Light in the sea of trees?"
The elf looked confused: "You... you know me?"
Boris opened his mouth slightly, took a few steps back slowly, and hit the low cabinet by the door with his back, and the water glass on the cabinet almost fell over.
Black pine? This is black pine? This is really black pine! No wonder he found this elf both strange and familiar!
He had never seen Heisong's original appearance. From the first time he saw Heisong, Heisong's face had been wearing a half-dead and clumsy makeup.
Now Burris understood what those scars were all about: Heisong had tattoos on his fingers, back of his hands and forearms, which looked like some evil runes, but in fact they were just decorative tattoos, meaningless... Now the tattoo has been removed in some way, and the scars on the skin have not yet healed.
Heisong was not only tattooed, but even his hair was changed back to its original color. I have to admit that the current black pine looks very well-behaved, and its purity is probably ten times higher than that of Tarina...
Thinking about it carefully, Heisong used to show this expression when he was frightened, but at that time he had artificial dark circles on his face, which made his eyes sharper.
Heisong not only changed his appearance, but his mental state was also a little abnormal. He had clearly seen "Apprentice Koref", but now he didn't know the person in front of him at all.
He doesn't remember what happened to him, where he came from, what he wants to do here...
Burris realized that something was wrong. He pulled up a chair, sat in front of the elf, and patiently began to communicate with it. The elf quickly let go of his guard against this gentle young man, and began to describe what had happened to him as clearly as possible.
The last thing Heisong remembered was that he was walking alone in the wet jungle. All he could think about was going back to the South, to find Burris, but he had no idea where to go or how to find him.
Unknowingly, he came to the north of Sago, which seems to be a small town in the territory of Prince Lanto... He didn't remember how he entered the country, many soldiers questioned him, he answered, he couldn't remember his answer something happened.
Afterwards he lay in a caravan, in which sat some peasants and sellswords, and a tramp or two. He felt that he had no money to pay the fare and didn't know what to do. When he regained consciousness later, there was no one in the caravan, and he was the only one sitting in the driver's seat.
He wandered back and forth in a daze, always with one thought in his mind: Burris Gershaw, I must find Burris Gershaw. That man is a mage, he seems to know me very well... I may be his student, or his friend or something. No, not a friend, a student... no, who is Burris Gershaw
When he came back to his senses, Heisong found himself curled up in front of "Koraifu", trembling like a child.
"Korev" patted him on the shoulder with one hand, muttered "It's all right, all right" in a soft voice, but his eyes were looking out of the window gloomyly.
Heisong couldn't help but said: "You remind me of... my mother..."
Boris flicked his wrist, and the rhythm of patting people was out of order: "Your mother?"
Heisong misunderstood the mage's question: "Isn't it strange? My recent memory is messed up, but I remember very clearly when I was a child..."
You are a sign of dementia. Burris sighed, apparently Black Pine hadn't reached that age as an elf. I don't know if he was infected with a strange disease, or was attacked or cursed... If it is the latter, then the person who can hurt him should not be underestimated.
Although Heisong is immature, stern, ruthless, and unwilling to make progress, he has a good grasp of adventure spells and a good ability to adapt on the spot. It is still difficult for ordinary villains to hurt him.
Burris couldn't help but think of what happened last time: the black pine was attacked in the forest, but luckily there was no danger. When talking about this matter, the Lord of Skeletons was either interrupting or perfunctory. Boris saw that this matter had something to do with him, so he didn't delve into it further.
After that, everything was calm, and Boris thought it was because the Maharaja had handled the relevant matters, so he left the matter behind. I don't know if this incident is related to that attack. If it is really related, Burris may have to blame himself.
He thought, no matter what, he had to take the black pine back to the tower for inspection. Even if he can't find out what's wrong, he can still use the last resort - ask the Lord of Bones to kiss the child, and it should be cured.
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Boris took the black pine and returned to the tower with a teleportation spell. He didn't want to take a carriage. In case the elf was preset with peeping spells, ordinary movement would expose the route into the forest. Fortunately, Heisong still remembered that he had learned magic, so he would not make a fuss about teleportation.
It was windy in the afternoon, and the sky was gloomy. There were continuous howls faintly coming from the tower, mixed with the sound of the wind crying like ghosts...
Heisong tried to stay calm, holding Burris' cloak tightly with one hand, and Burris was also a little trembling: What's going on? What is Terry's voice? Into a demon or a werewolf? How could they break through the heavy protection of the forest and the tower
After a while, the howling turned into a clear and loud dog bark... Boris was even more worried now, why did Earl Herolf bark so badly? And the sound is more horrific than the sound...
Burris pushed the door open just as Count Herolf jumped down the spiral staircase. It barked at the black pine, which frightened the black pine to dare to enter the door. After Burris made a stop gesture, although it put away its hostility, it did not sit down as well as usual.
It walked around a few times restlessly, whimpering in its throat. Burris's heart tightened: "Where is Lott?"
Count Herolf ran up the spiral staircase and howled towards the heights.
Boris pointed Heisong in the direction of the guest room on the first floor: "Go over there to rest, wait for me, don't run around. If you need anything, Mr. Willis will take care of you." After finishing speaking, he waved, From the shadows came the house golem.
Heisong looked confused, but nodded seriously. The various facilities in the tower made him feel a little friendly, so even if he saw all kinds of strange runes and golems, he would not be too scared.
After watching the elf follow Mr. Willis into the promenade, Boris secretly sighed, this is really the most obedient time for Heisong, if only he had been so obedient before.
Count Herolf ran up several flights of stairs, and began barking again in a hurry. Boris stepped on the floating disc and went up to the loft of the tower.
The higher the height, the stiffer his fingertips became, and when he reached the attic door, he was instantly icy cold from head to toe.
The attic door was open and the lock was broken. The room was not very big, and as far as the eye could see, there was no one in the room, but Earl Herolf was barking at one of the walls... that was the door leading to the large analytical circle.
Burris passed through the shield and melted into the wall. There is a circular carpet in the space inside the door. It is suspended in the air like a small island, surrounded by magic circles shining with different halos. The sound of mechanical gears.
The diameter of the carpet is only about ten steps, surrounded by translucent fences, and in the middle is a desk and several common instruments. Lotte was lying on the desk with his head resting on his arms, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.
Burris approached nervously, and found that the ancient book that had been opened was pressed under Lott's wrist. He opened the second half of the book, which is the part of "The Collection of Carols". Boris didn't know whether he opened it here at random, or he had already read the first part.
Lott's breathing was normal, and he even sniffled and nunuzui from time to time, which made Burris a little relieved. Burris pushed his shoulder, and he didn't move, and Burris called him again, and he continued to sleep soundly.
Several minutes passed, and Lott couldn't wake up. Burris wanted to cast a spell to check, but raised his hands, but his fingers trembled violently. He grabbed a spell chain in the air, changed the goal of analyzing the magic circle, and asked the magic circle to do the preliminary analysis for him.
Arcane runes appeared one by one on the moonstone ball next to the desk, and then projected into Burris' eyes. Not long after, the magic circle gave the result.
Lothbald's body is normal, but fell into a deep sleep, and the way of waking up is currently unknown.