I don't know how long Lotte needs to sleep. It doesn't matter how long he sleeps... I can afford to wait, Burris thought.
He moved the workbench to Lott's bedroom, and added heavy protection around and inside the room. He didn't know what he was guarding against, but he had to prepare. He was afraid that something would happen when Lotte woke up.
Lethargy is nothing, those long memories and experiences are the scariest.
The Lord of Bones has forgotten many things, and now they are all back. This can be a huge burden on him, and it can even make him completely changed, or thrown into chaos.
Under normal circumstances, new memories will replace old ones, and only things that continue to happen and exist continuously can be continuously remembered. No matter how unforgettable the experience is, it may be washed away by the years. As long as the time is long enough to break through the limit of the spirit of the living body, no memory is irreplaceable.
Even, sometimes creatures will deliberately expel painful memories, so that they disappear as quickly as possible. Burris wondered whether Lott belonged to this category, or to natural oblivion.
Regarding the memory of long-lived races, Burris has studied three very typical cases: one is an ancient tree spirit who lives the same life as the forest, one is an old black dragon about two thousand years old, and the other is an ancient lich whose age cannot be tested.
The lich was killed a long time ago, and now it only exists in research materials; the whereabouts of the old black dragon is unknown, and the last time it appeared was on a certain island in the east; the ancient tree spirit was protected in the depths of the sea of trees in the kingdom of elves, and ordinary Or young elves are basically unaware of her existence.
The soul of the tree spirit never wears out, the dragon will only continue to grow and never age (Note 1), and the lich is a high-level undead creature, and its body and mind will never change. In addition to living a long time, these three creatures have another similarity: they all have a very good memory, so good that they can remember things thousands of years ago clearly.
In various research reports about them, it is inevitable to mention a problem: the longer their life is, the harder it is for ordinary people to understand their behavior.
For example, the ancient tree spirit, she can make a sound, but never speaks, she has been in a state of being awake but unable to recognize things, and now the elves can't communicate with her at all. In the oldest records of the Sea of Trees, she was once able to talk and even sing with the elves.
And that old black dragon. In ancient legends, he is powerful, wise, and even cunning; in the adventure diaries of ancients hundreds of years ago, he is very fierce, ambitious, and moody; in the past hundred years, some people have encountered the old black dragon , Witnesses say it is not smart, nor violent, his behavior has no logic at all, a bit neurotic. Some people suspect that these witnesses did not encounter the same dragon, but the only old black dragon that fits the characteristics is that one.
As for the Lich, it is said that he was a very old elf before his death, and after being transformed into a Lich, he lived for an unknown number of years. In the years before being wiped out, Lich was described as "long-term insanity". As a legendary spellcaster, he couldn't even complete spell experiments, and often did horrible things for no reason... Liches are undead creatures , will not be sick, will not be old and demented, and his disorder can only be due to mental reasons.
They live too long, remember too many things, the years and heavy memories eat away at them bit by bit, their souls cannot repair themselves, and their hearts are full of holes... It is too polite to say "behavior is difficult to understand" Well, to put it more simply, they are simply crazy.
So, how long has the Lord of Skeletons existed
It is described in the book that he was thrown out of God's Domain by the guards of the Black Lake, and since then he has become self-aware... how many years ago was that? Is it so long that ordinary people can't estimate it
Burris sat at the table, his mind full of worries. It is impossible to work here, he can't read any books, and he can't write a single word.
Before long, he was so anxious that he couldn't even sit still. He walked up and down Lott's room, as if he could figure out how to deal with it.
Thinking about it this way, he didn't seem to have looked at Lotter's room carefully. The first is because Lott likes to talk in a small dark room so much, Boris subconsciously wants to avoid his bedroom; the second is because Lott’s aesthetics is so gorgeous, Boris passed by his door and glanced inside, There is a feeling of rising blood pressure, chest tightness, shortness of breath, and fundus lesions.
Standing in this bedroom today, Burris didn't feel too uncomfortable. Isn't it just the bed curtain covered with sequins, isn't it just the golden curtains, isn't it just the colorful fake swords, fake armor, fake animals, fake crystal clusters on the wall... There is nothing wrong with these, just aesthetic differences.
Only happy people would decorate their bedrooms like this. Standing in this kind of room, no matter how ugly the furnishings are, you can only laugh, not feel sad.
Burris walked to the bookshelf. The shelves are full of books, and at first glance it looks like a scholar. These were all storybooks, adventure romances, romance novels, and quite a few thrillers and novels. Burris didn't understand how Lott could read thriller novels. He himself was much more terrifying than these books.
Lott also liked to read books when he was imprisoned. He would find something he liked to take back during the seven-day release. Unfortunately, the things brought into the Swamp of the Dead can't be stored for long, and there is not even a book in the smoke tower. , the throne under the keel could not even be covered with a blanket. The furnishings and books in the bedroom were all bought by Lott after he lived in the tower.
So he bought so many books? Has he finished it all? Burris was shocked at the speed at which he read books, which was faster than an apprentice reading elementary illustrations.
Burris picked out a few books at random and flipped through them, and immediately understood why Lott was a fast reader... The language of these books is very straightforward, and it doesn't take a brain to read them at all.
For example, this book in his hand now: "Mark squeezed her chin, 'From the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you deeply!' He looked at the unparalleled beauty in front of him excitedly. , the flame of desire ignited in his eyes, so he..."
Burris closed the book with a "touch". The following content is too shameless, not suitable for children or the elderly. Children are easy to learn to be bad, and the elderly are prone to heart attack.
But he is neither a child nor an old man, and even if he reads this kind of book, it will not do any harm... So he took out another one.
The book was not thick, so Burris skipped the pages and browsed it. This book is about the interracial love between elves and humans. A handsome, rich and taciturn elf prince fell in love with an ordinary human girl. He took her back to the gorgeous palace in the forest domineeringly. The two experienced some logic. Strange misunderstandings, and finally succeeded in going to bed... The book is full of unrealistic fantasies, obviously written by people who have never had contact with elves. Boris looked at the sleeping Lott, wondering why he would like this kind of thing.
Next to this book is an all-black hardcover book, which has a low-key binding and a good texture, which looks like serious reading.
Burris opened it, and the first sentence that caught his eyes surprised him... This book... is simply a cult! Every page of the book is full of explicit nouns, and every chapter is about two guys having sex... Yes, the protagonists in the book are no longer beautiful girls, but two men. Burris has heard of this kind of subject before, but he has always misunderstood the content of the reading, thinking it was written to demonstrate the rationality of same-sex relationships...
He quickly closed the book and replaced it with another one. The contents of these readings are similar, and they are basically illusory perfect love... Thinking of this, Burris suddenly understood their advantages.
They contain no advanced knowledge, no novel viewpoints, but a tireless fantasy of love. Strong, perfect, hard to find love that never dies.
In the endless loneliness, what can soothe the heart more? Certainly not the principles of medicine or knowledge of astrology. Of course, curiosity can also make people not afraid of loneliness, but curiosity only belongs to those who can plan their own future.
And those who can't see the future... Maybe they want warmth, comfortable times, and dreams. They want love more.
When Burris stuffed the book back, there was a slight rubbing sound on the bed... Probably Lott was turning over, he was sleeping, not in shock, so of course he would turn over.
When the book was stuffed back into the gap with a "poof", there was also a "poof" sound behind Boris, which sounded like his feet were stepping on a thick carpet...
Burris' whole body tensed up, and he didn't look back immediately. He didn't understand why he didn't look back, this was his tower, his territory, and the people behind him were also his acquaintances, not the petrified banshee.
The bed curtain also began to rustle, and the soft carpet made the footsteps very soft. Boris laughed at himself quickly and fiercely in his heart, and then turned around decisively.
Lord Skeleton woke up. He was standing by the bed, the corners of his head wrapped around the curtain.
Now he's back to his original form—a skull-shaped head, demonic horns, and a body covered in black scales with a red cast. His original form was taller and stronger than his human form, and the thin silk home clothes on his body were already torn. He tried his best to break free from the entanglement of the bed curtain, with his head half down, the fire in his eyes facing his feet, as if he was in a state of confusion.
Burris stood where he was. He couldn't help thinking that if I had seen this face clearly at the age of twenty, I would have been scared away. No, I was too sick to run, so I might have fainted.
He was different when he was old. When he walked into the demiplane with the princess and the golem army, he only had joy and expectation in his heart, without any fear at all.
Now he is old and young, so he has mixed feelings in his heart, and he can't tell whether it is joy or sorrow. Lotte woke up and changed back to his original form... Is this normal? Is it on purpose? Or is it beyond his control
Lotter said nothing, and Burris didn't speak. After the two stood silently for a long time, Boris couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that... Lotter was looking down at his shoes? Now his feet are bigger, between human feet and animal claws... Could it be that he is thinking about how to wear shoes
The thought made Burris shudder. He was afraid that Lott would turn back to the demigod he was in ancient times, and that he would lose his later formed personality due to overstimulation...
After a few difficult minutes, Lord Skeleton finally made a move. He was silent, and slowly approached the bookshelf, lowered his head, and stared at the mage condescendingly.
The author has something to say:
Note 1:
Dragons will only grow up and never grow old. On the one hand, this saying comes from some reptiles. It is said that some reptiles grow all their lives, but the speed slows down after maturity.
Another aspect is that the "true dragon", which is expressed as a spiritual magical creature, also grows stronger with age in various legends, unlike ordinary animals that grow old and weaken. The real dragon is also described in the DND3R monster illustrated book, but the dragon in the dragon gun is sometimes too old to beat the young dragon... So this statement should depend on the specific setting.
Fortunately, I won't mention too many dragons in this article, otherwise I have to think about how they died. A friend once complained that all dragons die suddenly (…