To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent

Chapter 73

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Burris stayed up all night again.

For three days, Lott has been sleeping soundly. Burris tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked.

Boris didn't want the black pine under the tower to know about it, so he left Lott in the large analytical circle. In the center of the circle, there was an extra bed next to the desk. During these three days, Boris sat by the desk and fiddled with a pile of books, paper, bottles and jars, while Lott lay on the simple wooden bed next to him and fell asleep soundly.

He really wasn't in a coma, but sleeping. He breathes steadily, turns over frequently, and occasionally even smashes his mouth and talks in sleep... Boris analyzed his sleep talks, but found nothing. All he said were meaningless interjections, and occasionally he would feel uncomfortable. He hummed a few times, or laughed vaguely.

Burris stayed up all night the first day, and only slept intermittently in the afternoon of the second day. In the evening, he continued to search documents and do experiments, and when he came back to his senses, it was bright outside again. Burris has suffered from severe lack of sleep these past few days, but Lotte sleeps soundly like a baby.

A brass bell sounded in the magic circle, and it was Mr. Willis, the house golem, calling for the master. Boris stood up, a sudden dizziness hit him, his eyes turned black, his body shook, and he fell back to the chair.

After getting used to it for a while, he shuffled out of the circle.

He was familiar with this feeling of weakness. Before his body was rejuvenated, he lived like this almost every day.

Burris walked into the attic from the circle, and Mr. Willis immediately went up to him and helped him. "What's the matter..." After speaking, Boris was startled by his hoarse voice.

The golem replied: "You have fourteen unanswered reminders. The first twelve have expired."

Burris knew roughly what the first twelve were, presumably Willis reminding him of meals and rest. "Listen to Article Thirteen."

"Yesterday your dietary intake was insufficient. Today's breakfast is ready for you. Please take care of yourself."

"Okay, thanks. Article Fourteen?"

"Mr. Heisong has always wanted to see you. I followed your instructions and refused him on the grounds that 'Mr. Kolev is busy with his studies and cannot go down the tower'. He called me again this morning to apply for the use of the kitchen in the guest living area on the first floor .”

Boris didn't feel tired in the circle, but now that he came out, listening to this, his mind became dizzy. What is black pine going to do? What kitchen do you use

"Let him use it," Burris said, "as long as it is in line with the authority of the 'tower guest', he can do it, and there is no need to apply to me."

After finishing speaking, Boris asked the golem to accompany him to the research room, packed up a few commonly used spell-casting utensils, and took out the cloak for traveling.

He had to go to Blackcliffe. He needs Lisa's bones.

He couldn't figure out what had happened to Lott. Maybe all the answers are in the "Chronicle" and "The Book of Carols", but now he has no time to read them himself.

It takes a lot of effort to decipher the divine spell rune, and it takes a few days to read a single divine spell rune. Coupled with the influence of this book on mortals, humans can't finish reading it in decades.

He had thought of taking Lisa to the tower, and slowly getting to know the book with her help. The song "help" refers to normal communication, not mind reading or something.

If the subject is alive, no magic can accurately read his specific memories. Some spells can detect lies, but they can only detect the subject's current thoughts, not the past; The caster also wants to know, but he still has to ask in a normal way.

In fact, Lisa is dead, and Burris can read her mind instead.

There is an extraction technique in the necromantic system, which can extract specific memories from relatively intact remains. This spell is very precise, and a mage can intercept any information he wants from the residual soul of the deceased...but Burris didn't want to do this.

Not because of ethics or morality, but because it is too dangerous.

Extract has side effects on the caster. Depending on the caster's technique and physique, the degree of damage caused by the side effects is also different.

This kind of harm can be understood in terms of food intake: a person eats several meals a day, and can eat a warehouse of fruits and vegetables throughout the year. If so many things must be eaten in one meal, I am afraid that meals will become torture. The same is true for memory. If the mind receives a large amount of information in a short time, a person may suffer from physical and mental discomfort, or a complete collapse.

Generally speaking, the shorter the content extracted by casting the spell, the less discomfort the caster will feel, and the greater the amount of information extracted, the greater the burden on the caster.

Each corpse can only be drawn once, and the caster has no chance to pick slowly. So even at the risk, mages have to extract as much information as possible.

In history, many necromancers have used extraction. Decades ago, there was such a thing in the Five Towers Peninsula: an ambitious student murdered his tutor, used this spell to extract the tutor's knowledge, and tried to take a certain research result as his own. His spell worked, and the knowledge entered his mind easily, but he lost forever the ability to express it—he became a paralyzed idiot who couldn't even speak clearly.

Of course, there are also positive examples. There is an elf mage named Frost Star. She has extracted several scholars or craftsmen who died of sudden illness, and brought many lost skills back to the world. Frost Star suffered from headaches all her life, whether it was related to spells or not, other than that, she had no other sequelae.

The unclear side effects made the extraction technique a taboo, even if no one specifically prohibited it, mages would not use it lightly.

Some researchers believe that the longer the lifespan of the caster, the less harmful the side effects will be to him, so the frost star as an elf is not a big problem. This theory is also true for humans, but humans age too quickly. Even if an old man's mind can withstand the damage, his body may not be able to survive. When he reads information, he may have muscle spasms and blood pressure. There are even symptoms similar to sleep apnea.

Thinking about it this way, Burris's state is perfect now: he is very old and his body is very young, which is an excellent opportunity to perform the extraction technique.

It was precisely because of this that he dared to use the extraction technique. Although the risk still existed, he was willing to trust this young body and his own technology.

Otherwise, what can I do... Is there any other way to quickly learn the content of the book

Burris packed up his things for going out and slowly descended in the floating dish.

He looked up at the attic and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

I'm so pissed off, I'll have to talk to Lott seriously after this is sorted out...but he won't listen. If he is obedient, he won't secretly read books... Then what should I do? I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off...

When he came to the lobby on the first floor, a certain familiar scent interrupted the condemnation in his head. Heisong poked his head out from the tea room and shouted when he saw him: "Wait! Wait..."

Burris looked suspiciously. The current appearance of Heisong makes him very uncomfortable - the hair is the standard tree sea elf's golden color, his face is clean, and he is wearing a long gown of linen color. He looks like the most serious elf.

Originally, Boris planned to examine Heisong, but something happened to the Lord of Skeletons, and Heisong was left aside... Boris felt a little guilty. Seeing Heisong's normal skin color and blond hair, his heart sank.

The things that Heisong encountered must not be simple, but now Boris really can't do two things.

"Koref, is your name Koref?" Heisong stopped him, "You're really busy, I can't find anyone to ask you anything."

"The mentor assigned me a lot of tasks." Burris replied.

Heisong looked at his attire: "Are you going out?"

"Yes. Sorry, I asked you to come back, but I didn't take good care of you..."

"Go and do things if you have something to do. It doesn't matter if I wait too long. It's good to live here, but you have to pay for living in Dongqing Village... By the way, don't go out first, wait."

Boris secretly sighed, the black pine is indeed a black pine, his memory is lost, and his personality has not changed.

After a while, Heisong brought out a cup of suspected milk tea from the tea room. It was darker in color than milk tea, with some red debris floating on the surface, and it smelled of caramel and a faint floral fragrance.

"In the past two days, I suddenly remembered it," Heisong handed the drink to Burris, "I went to the kitchen to look for food, and saw some bottles and jars, which contained coffee beans, black tea, spices, etc... somehow , I suddenly remembered this thing. I made it from memory, I must have made it before, but I can't remember what it's called... I don't even know the name of the spice used."

Boris was holding a hot drink, and his eyes were a little hot from the temperature. Heisong has indeed made this drink before, blending fried black tea and milk, adding special tea powder produced in the sea of trees, and finally spreading red yeast powder on the surface.

Burris praised it as delicious, refreshing, sweet and not too greasy. He once joked that this drink is probably the most valuable of the black pine research results.

"It's called 'Blood of Resurrection'." Boris laughed, and of course Heisong took the name of this messy and groundless pursuit of horror, "I... my mentor, I quite like it."

"Is your mentor Boris Gershaw?" Heisong said excitedly, "He should also be my mentor. When can I see him?"

You won't see him for a while. Burris replied: "He is very busy, often goes out, and his whereabouts are uncertain. Now I am managing the tower for him. Well... I have to go. After I leave, you have to listen to Mr. Willis."

Heisong nodded and said goodbye to him like a good boy. After walking out of the gate, Boris couldn't help but look back at the top of the tower. Perhaps because he drank the "Blood of Resurrection", his mood became much calmer, and the feeling of exhaustion when he walked out of the attic disappeared.

He hid the teleportation array leading to the Black Cliff Fort area in the forest, and it took a short walk to get there.

Once you find the magic circle, everything goes well. In the blink of an eye, Burris moved from the Mountains of No Return to the woods on the outskirts of Black Cliff Fort.

Lisa is buried in the West City Cemetery, not far from the woods. Boris brought two clay-shaped killers, and after dark, he activated them and let them dig the graveyard.

Taking advantage of the dawn, Burris went around the cemetery, and he found sadly that things might be more complicated than he expected.

The cemetery adjoins a small chapel with two resident priests and a grave-keeper who does odd jobs. This is not the worst, what's more troublesome is that there are many priests of the Otarot Temple buried in this cemetery, and the relatives and friends of the priests must also be believers... These people are different from ordinary people. Tomb-sweeping at night, and a candle will be lit in front of the stele when mourning.

Boris imagined it... In the dead of night in the cemetery, several priests or knights were missing their relatives and friends. With the help of the faint candlelight, they found a suspicious figure. They chased after it and surrounded a sneaky mage. , the mage and two monsters are taking advantage of the night to dig the tomb, steal the corpse, and desecrate the dead...

So classic. It is simply a textbook-like behavior of a necromancer.