It was getting late, and the cold flame lamp on the wall automatically lit up. The body of the Skeleton Lord completely blocked the lighting, and Boris was shrouded in shadow.
The Maharaja's face has no "expression" at all, the only thing that changes is the flames in the dark eye sockets. Now the flames are very stable, and Boris can't judge emotions from them.
Burris wanted to try to touch Lott, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was firmly grasped. There was a dry voice rolling in the Skeleton King's throat, like someone who hadn't spoken for a long time was learning to speak again. After trying for a long time, he finally said the first sentence: "I didn't..."
Burris watched him, waiting for what to say. "I didn't go to the forest," he said slowly and clearly.
Boris froze for a moment before he understood what he meant. On the day Boris went to Holly Village, Lott said that he would take Earl Herolf to practice hunting in the forest, but he didn't go, he went to read a book secretly.
While the mage was thinking about how to respond, the Lord of Skeletons raised his head and turned his gaze to the bookshelf. He moved his head slightly, the flames in his eye sockets trembled back and forth, as if he was looking for something.
"It's my book," he said in a daze, "I think about it..."
Burris' heart sank. Lott's tone is not normal, his tone is dull, his sentences are scattered, and he is not verbose at all!
The Lord of Skeletons lowered his head again, let go of Boris' hand, took a few steps back, and turned around, as if planning to leave the room. Boris yelled in his heart that it was not good. If he just ran down the tower like this, he might scare Heisong until he lost his memory again.
Boris chased after him, but before he could say anything, Lott stopped suddenly. He turned around, sighed, stretched out his strong arms, and gently embraced the mage.
Burris's face was pressed against his hard chest, almost facing the heart. The temperature on Maharaja's body was the same as before, but his chest became a little harder, almost like the texture of dragon leather armor.
what to do? Burris had been circling "what to do" in his mind, and had no time to think about the meaning of this hug.
An eerie silence continued to linger in the room. Until the night wind gradually strengthened, and the unlocked windows were blown open, and the golden beaded curtains fluttered and shone.
Lord Skeleton still hugged the mage, and said in an almost demented tone: "I want to go to Huolongyu..."
Boris raised his head with difficulty in his arms. Huolongyu, this place name is a little strange, Boris has never been there. Before he could react, the Maharaja murmured again: "Tomorrow..." After speaking, he let go of his arms, but still stared down at Boris, as if he couldn't see enough.
"Do you want to go to Huolongyu tomorrow?" Burris helped him conclude.
Maharaja nodded. Burris frowned and said, "You are going, I will take you there now."
He walked to the desk and brushed his fingertips over the crystal inlaid on the inkwell holder. All the lights in the room were dimmed, but the crystals shone conspicuously, and a complete map of the continent was displayed on the ceiling, which could be moved and zoomed with his gestures.
"Where are you going? Show me." Burris pointed to the map.
Burris thought of a saying for no reason: The first two or three months after the birth of small animals is a critical period for their growth. At this time, they will start to learn to hunt, learn to socialize, and become familiar with the most basic survival skills. During this period, train and guide small animals in a timely and effective manner, so as to cultivate bold, cheerful, stable and non-aggressive animals...
This statement is not necessarily accurate, and the Skeleton King is not a small animal, and he is more than two or three months old... But Boris just feels that now is the so-called critical period, and I must accompany him, and I must accompany him under any circumstances he.
Lott was stunned for a long time, and said: "Forget it."
"Forget it." Boris stood in front of him, "I have many pre-installed teleportation arrays that can lead to all parts of the country. Even if you want to go to some remote places, as long as you give me specific information, I can immediately cast spells and arrange A new teleportation array. You said Huolongyu, let me see... I found it, not too far away, at the intersection of the east of Sago and the free city of Tulai. I have only been to the plain cities in that area, but not After passing through the mountainous area, no wonder I don’t remember the name of the place.”
Lott said slowly, "I, go by myself..."
"No, I..." Burris wanted to say "I'll take you there", but when the words came to his lips, he had an idea and changed his words, "I want to go too."
The flames in Lord Skeleton's eyes flickered for a while, and then gradually subsided. He stood quietly aside, watching Boris open the drawer, took out a bunch of odds and ends, and started casting spells with reference to the map.
Burris uncovered a corner of the carpet and drew a magic circle on the wooden floor. He said while drawing: "To be on the safe side, let's teleport to a nearby place with clear coordinates first, and then look for the destination."
"Okay." Lot opened the wardrobe and put on the cloak. It seemed he also knew not to go out in tattered house clothes.
After the teleportation circle was completed, Boris took Lott's hand and led him into the circle. Now Lott's hand was covered with black scales, and its shape was also large and hideous. Burris could only hold his two fingers. Lot tilted his head in dissatisfaction, turned his wrist skillfully, and covered the mage's hand with his palm instead.
After the brief jolt caused by the distortion of time and space, they stood hand in hand on the alpine platform. Tonight, the moon and stars are sparse in the Mountains of No Return, but the eastern part of the kingdom is covered with dark clouds and the wind is howling. A rainstorm is probably brewing.
Burris lit the ball of light and sent it flying into the air. The light shone on the two of them, forming a cone-shaped area of warm color.
Lord Skeleton walked slowly to the edge of the cliff, and uttered the longest sentence since he woke up: "This is still far away from Huolongyu... If it was before, I would fly over in an instant."
Now he can only hover and float, and Burris is impressed by the mosquito-like flying method.
"I have a solution." The mage pulled out a thin rope from his pocket, and the rope stretched several times in length in his hand, and then started to rotate with one end as the center of the circle, turning out a circular floating blanket. The floating blanket is stable and comfortable, less labor than flying, and faster than horses. Boris will control the direction and speed of the flight, and the Maharaja will guide the way.
There is a force field cover outside the blanket, which was originally used to shield the strong wind. After flying for several miles, the force field cover becomes more important. The dark clouds are getting lower and lower, and the sky begins to thunder and lightning. The flying rain curtain connected the sky and the earth, and the originally dim vision became even more blurred.
Since he couldn't see the direction clearly, Boris had to let the floating blanket descend slowly and stop by a cliff. The torrential rain poured down, washing away the circular transparent force field cover, and the ball of light was still shining high above, reflecting the cascade-like water flow into translucent white gold.
Lord Skeleton pointed around: "Boris, look, it's really fun."
Burris trembled all over: "You... still recognize me?"
Maharaja looked at him: "How could I not recognize you?"
At this moment, Burris was pleasantly surprised to realize that Lott's speech became faster! The tone has also changed back! Just as he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt that his tone of voice was not equal to his mental state, so he couldn't take it lightly.
"How do you feel now?" he asked.
Lord Skeleton turned his head to look at the rain curtain: "I... want to go to Huolongyu."
Boris rubbed the space between his brows, and sure enough, Lott was still somewhat abnormal... But, what standard is normal? Maybe... the Skeleton Monarch with a hippie smile in the past is abnormal, and the current Lott is complete.
The thought made Burris sad. He secretly complained: I found you with great difficulty, but you took it upon yourself to go back to the past, back to the era that I couldn't touch...
At this time, Lott reached out and put his arms around the mage's shoulders, and hugged him to himself. Boris froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to break away. Now the body of the Lord of Skeletons is hard, like obsidian covered with scales. In the yard of the Elven Coast Guard: He turned himself back to his eighty-four-year-old state, his face was wrinkled, his skin was dry, his teeth were crumbling on the atrophied gums, and the top of his desolate head was stained with spots of light from the shade of flowers... Lotter continued to ignore Came to kiss him shamelessly, and said a bunch of nasty words...
Recalling these, Burris's face became hot. He sighed, and silently leaned into the arms of the Skeleton Monarch.
Lott was also sighing, still talking inconsequentially: "Oh, what should I do. I want to go to Huolongyu. Burris, I didn't go to the forest that day, and I didn't take Earl Herolf... You already know that, right. Uh... As I remember, it was called Huolongyu... "
Burris said absently, "The name of the place has not changed for so many years."
The rain outside became lighter, and Lotte's voice also became smaller: "I've been there, I have to tell you... no, I mean, I didn't tell you before, and I don't know now... no. In short, there are too many, first of all, I did not go to the forest, and then I finished watching, what I want to say, no, too many... "
It was too much effort for him to speak, and Boris couldn't help but smooth it out for him: "You want to tell me a lot of things, they are too many, too long, and too complicated, and you can't say them at the moment."
Lord Skeleton nodded vigorously. Burris said again: "I didn't think about it for a moment just now, but now I think about it... Is Huolongyu the valley you like very much? The one that was blown out by a fire dragon.
Lott nodded subconsciously at first, and then his body became more and more stiff: "You know... what I know."
"Yes," Burris understood his words without hindrance, "I dug up Lisa's body, and with the help of her ready-made memory, I also finished reading that book."
"You also know, I later, I didn't, not by the Three Good Gods..."
"I know. At that time, the separation of the planes has been completed, and the true god has left."
"Also! This is very important! I don't want to say, never did, I'm afraid you know. Odile and Siegfried are..."
"I know what they are." Burris looked up at the Maharaja, "Okay, okay... don't worry. I understand how you feel now... After the content of the book was poured into my mind, I almost went crazy Don't worry, it's okay, I can recover slowly as a mortal, and you will definitely recover faster."
These words are just verbal consolation. In fact, Boris doesn't know whether Lott can recover faster or slower, or even whether he can recover.
Although Boris is a mortal, he is just a bystander. He is naturally standing outside the chaos, and it is relatively easy to find himself; although the King of Bones is a demigod, he is a witness to the entire "Ode Collection". It is the river in front of his eyes, and it is the blood flow in his body.
The flames in Lotter's eyes dimmed a little. He put his arms around Burris, quietly watching the rainstorm outside the shield, and slowly stroked the mage's hair with his rough palms covered with black scales.
Sometimes he would mutter something, a bit like an unconscious dream, but Burris couldn't hear him clearly, so he didn't ask him.
After a while, he took a deep breath and said, "It's much more comfortable this way. It's like before..."
"Once upon a time?" Burris asked.
"When we were in the rime forest with you." Lot's voice calmed down, "Boris, I didn't go to the forest."
"I already know."
"Then, are you particularly worried?"
It’s okay not to ask. When he asked, Boris felt resentful instead: "I regret helping you find that book. It’s not easy to find trouble. It’s self-defeating, and it delays my serious research."
Maharaja laughed. Under this appearance, his voice is slightly different from usual. There is a thunderous friction sound deep in his throat, which makes his laughter look very evil, which matches his current appearance very well.
Thinking of this, Burris lowered his head and snickered. The evil mysterious creature and the necromancer cuddled in the storm. It was so ridiculous that the books on Lotter's shelf didn't dare to write like that.