After the heavy rain, the thick clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung high in the middle of the night sky.
Boris put his hand on the force field cover and chanted the spell, and all the rainwater stuck to the cover was cleaned up.
Lot suddenly said, "Little mage, why are you so kind to me?"
"It doesn't cost me anything..." Boris bowed his head.
"That's not what you said just now. You just said that I delayed your serious research. You would rather delay your serious research and accompany me. Why are you so kind to me?"
Hearing this, Burris was relieved a lot. Lott's language and thinking continued to recover, and he became more and more like the shameless him.
Burris wasn't going to answer questions. He was clumsy in this regard, and he could save himself some face if he didn't answer. In fact, this question is not unfamiliar to him, and he once asked the same question silently in his heart: Why are you so kind to me
Why save an apprentice from an uncertain future on the banks of the Khiva? Why protect me all the way in the cold boreal forest? Why send me to Sandonia? Why waste such precious seven days on an ordinary human being? If you just want to find a mage to help, why don't you hurry up and find some famous mages and let them find a way to lift the curse
At that time, he quickly put these questions behind him. The young Burris didn't want to waste energy and time, but only wanted to devote himself to the long-awaited knowledge and future.
He thought, as long as he can fulfill his promise, find the Swamp of the Dead, meet the Lord of Bones and lift his curse... At that time, if I am still curious about those questions, I will have a chance to ask them clearly.
Recalling these, Boris was full of emotion: people really have to obey the old. Although the young apprentices have no skills, their hearts are sharp enough; and no matter how experienced the old mages are, they will lose their sharpness after all... After reuniting with Lott, he He didn't dare to ask "Why are you so kind to me", he didn't even dare to let go of the old man's airs.
Today, Lott actually asked this question first. Burris replied in his heart: It seems that there is no reason, I just want to do this.
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized because of his answer: If I really asked those questions, probably Lott's answer would be the same.
The floating blanket climbed up again, heading in the direction Lott pointed. There is a river meandering on the plain below, and there are many villages scattered on both sides of the river. Lott remembered that there was no river here, and thought he had misremembered the direction. After Boris reminded him, he realized that this is a canal dug artificially later. .
The houses on the ground became more and more dense, gradually forming medium-sized settlements. This place is called Silver Dragon Castle, and it is the largest city in the eastern region of Sago. Now that the night is dark, there are still many lights in the city, and a market celebration is probably being held here.
Burris pointed to the firelight and explained: The warm light on the broad street is an open fire hanging lamp, and the spire temple and tower library in the distance are all magical flames. Ordinary people prefer open flames, because magic flames can only be used for lighting, not heating and cooking, and the cost of using magic flames is still relatively high; mansions, warehouses, and military camps are more suitable for using magic flames, which cannot ignite objects and will not be affected by wind. and precipitation, ideal for use in critical urban facilities.
"How do you know which side is the fire?" Lott lay on the floating blanket with his head tilted outside the blanket, like a marine iguana just landed.
"I was involved in planning the municipal lighting for Silver Dragon Fort," Burris said.
"These lights," Lott stretched out his arms and scratched in the air, "you lit them all?"
"How could it be that I ordered it... It was my magic item factory that took the order from Silver Dragon Castle, and the creator mages in the factory came to make the specific design."
As the lights faded away, Lott sighed: "You have a factory, and you design city lighting... You don't look like a necromancer anymore."
Burris asked with a smile: "My lord, what kind of person do you think is a necromancer?"
"It's... a mage who uses necromancy."
"I also dabble in other disciplines," Burris said, "like conjuration, the elements, like planarism... But I also understand that as long as I start out as a necromancer, people will always be a necromancer in people's eyes. "
Lott asked, "Is it a shame to be a necromancer?"
"It's not shameful. But the current reality is... some people just think it's shameful. Therefore, the princess can't let outsiders know that she practices necromancy, and the teacher of necromancy is the least number of teaching mages. By the way, no To tell you the truth, I have had a wish since I was young..."
Lott asked, "Let necromancy flourish?"
It seems that Lott's "very interruptive" feature has also recovered, and Burris is very relieved. "No," said the mage. "Necronomy is not widely used, and it is destined not to be too developed. At present, elemental science and pharmacy are the most valuable, and compared with necromantics, the usefulness of otherworldly science is less." Even less... But no matter what, necromantics and otherworldly sciences are part of the arcane arts. As long as someone studies them in depth, no matter which school it is, it may shine with a brilliance that I can't imagine in the future. My youthful wish was to…”
Speaking of this, Burris paused, as if a little embarrassed: "I hope... people in the world can forget about Yriel and only remember me. I hope that when young people mention 'necromancer' in the future, they will think of me instead of Yili Er and the White Tower of the Icefield. One day in the future, necromancers will no longer have to worry about it. Even if they choose a school that most people don’t like, they only need to worry about whether the knowledge is complicated and the spells are accurate. Maybe they will also worry about it. Whether the research funding is enough, whether the risk of the experiment is too great... and no longer need to worry about reputation or even personal safety."
Lott thought for a while: "You have already done this. You are so rich, and you are the head of the Austrian Law Federation, and there are many students..."
Boris shook his head lightly: "I can be respected by others, and maybe my students can also be honored, but more necromancers are not enough. People's highest evaluation of necromancers is 'although you are a necromancer, but you Kindness', or 'Even if you're a necromancer, we'd still trust you'...those are not nice words."
Lot took a closer look and nodded: "I understand a little... Boris, say something more."
"say what?"
"Tell me about your thoughts, experiences...or complain." Lotte's tone was almost coquettish, "Anyway, I want to hear about you, and I want to hear what you say."
Boris looked at the starry sky and thought for a while, then said: "My lord, let me tell you a secret... I have never said these words to others, even to students, I would not say so bluntly. Because... If I Tell people, they will definitely think I am pretending to be arrogant... "
Hearing the word "secret", Lott immediately became excited. He sat up from the iguana position and looked at the mage expectantly.
Burris said: "I don't know if you still remember, once you said that I was too meek, and that a spellcaster like me should be more ambitious, and then I told you that my own ambition is being realized step by step, and It went very well...”
Actually, Lott doesn't remember...but he still says, "Well, I do."
"Can you guess what my ambition is?"
Lott thought about the topic about necromancers just now, and said, "I guessed it."
"That ambition sounds shameful ... and not easy to guess," Burris said.
"I really guessed it," Lott said. "I have known many mages over the past thousand years. Some of them are only obsessed with research and don't care about the outside world, and some of them only pursue very small goals. After you pursue it, you don’t seek to make progress, and some people have very ambitious goals, hoping that one day they can use magic to obtain the whole world or something... and your ambition may be the opposite of theirs."
"On the contrary?"
"You don't want to enchant the whole world," said Lott, "you want to enchant the whole world."
The mage nodded with a smile, and Lott also laughed. He guessed right, and he suddenly felt that Burris at this time was a little different from the past... Now Burris looked more like twenty years old than before, and his eyes were shining with the light that really belonged to young people.
"It's harder than getting the whole world by magic," Lott said.
Burris shrugged: "I also know that this is impractical, and it sounds particularly false, with a high-sounding taste. To be honest, it is impossible for me to do it in my life... I mean, it starts from the age of twenty In this life. Even if I get younger, it will be difficult for me. Anyway... everyone will have a few unrealistic wishes."
"It will come true," Lott couldn't help but smirked, his heart filled with a sense of pride, "Look, after I left, someone else helped me finish writing "The Book of Carols"... and the Sago people, I thought they were going to disappear in history, but now they are the most powerful country in the ten-nation confederation. Don't stare at me with worry, I didn't digress... I mean, your ambition is not at all False, it will come true."
Burris readily accepted the encouragement: "Thank you for your good words. Aiming high is not a bad thing, I will do my best."
"You are so humble," Lott said, "Didn't you realize that all your dreams from childhood to adulthood have come true! For example, cleaning up palm pythons, settling in the south, having your own mage tower, a library in the tower, and a living room in the bedroom. There are huge glass windows... and finding the Swamp of the Dead, finding me, you did it all."
After saying this, Lott suddenly changed back to a human appearance. He was quite a bit shorter than before, and his heavy go-out cloak fell back on his shoulders with a pop.
He raised his hand to his eyes and looked carefully for a while, only to realize that he had changed back to his former appearance.
Boris looked at him probingly, and he also looked back at the mage: "Boris, there are so many mages in the world. There are many, many mages in every era and every country... How did I just meet you?"
"See what you said," Burris lowered his head and smiled, "There is only one you in this world. There is only one me."
As soon as his words fell, Lott hugged him into his arms and kissed him impatiently.
In the past, Boris would always be stiff because of this, frowning and holding his breath. He didn't seem to be being kissed, but more like waiting to be destroyed by a dentist... Today he relaxed a lot, and he took the initiative to stretch out his hand, carefully, tentatively, and gently He put his arm around Lotte's shoulder.
Maybe it's because of the sequelae of extraction. This spell makes people mentally fragile, full of anxiety and eager to be appeased.
Maybe it's because Lott's words and deeds have become normal. Burris was relieved and overjoyed to see that he wasn't stuck in the distant past.
Maybe it's because they are in the wilderness, sitting on the flying carpet, watching the rainstorm, and bathing in the moonlight... The quiet and strange environment will change people's habits, and people will abandon their shame if they don't pay attention.
Maybe it's because the conversation just now was so fantastic. Wanton imagination, aimless, just expressing the emotions in the chest, regardless of whether the speech is in line with the status... It is not as rigorous as analyzing spells, not as detailed as teaching, and not as particular about wording as in business negotiations... For others, just now Burris' words are still too reserved, but for himself, this is almost the most comfortable conversation he has had in decades.
Maybe... maybe for no reason at all. For example, in the books in Lotter's bookcase, the protagonists fell in love with each other inexplicably, and hugged and kissed when the atmosphere came, as if there was no reason for it, no great reason.
The floating blanket continued to float in the night wind. Leaving the canal that bends south, and over a high mountain with dense vegetation, Huolongyu finally appeared.
The ancient fire dragon left a huge scar on the mountain, and now a lush forest has grown on this scar.
The night wind passes through the pass, the trees rustle, the moon is embedded in the high gorge, and the fireflies swim among the bushes at the bottom of the valley. The demigod and mage on the floating carpet finally separated slightly, looking at the mountains and stars quietly.
Boris lowered the height of the flying carpet, removed the force field cover, and let the night wind with the scent of forest blow over his shoulders. Lott asked him suddenly: "Are we officially together?"
"Don't ask me," Burris said, "just let it be... don't ask me. When you ask me, I feel very wrong..."
Lotter thought for a while: "Okay, I understand. Now we..."
He circled Burris' waist from behind, put his chin on Burris' shoulder, and deliberately spoke in the mage's ear. Burris shuddered, and a large number of vulgar books and periodicals in Lotter's house suddenly appeared in his mind. The fragments he had read before danced in front of his eyes, eating away at his calmness like a demon...
Lott said, "Now we...should we plan a ceremony or something?"
"What ceremony?"
"It's like a wedding," Lott's eyes sparkled, "don't all human beings like this? I also know that even if people of the same gender get together in private, they can't hold a wedding in public... I hope it's better to hold a ceremony , even if it’s a small private ceremony, you don’t need to invite any guests... I want to order a new dress in advance, and you also want to, you can’t swear an oath to me in a mage’s robe. In short, only a ceremony can reflect a commitment.”
Burris looked at him with complicated eyes: "Did you learn this idea from girls' books?"
Lott answered honestly, "Yes."
For Burris, that wasn't too much to ask, but it was embarrassing. The vast majority of elderly people in southeastern countries are similar to him: they are willing to live a good life with others, but are ashamed to discuss their feelings; they can take care of someone meticulously for a lifetime, but they are too embarrassed to hold the other person's hand in the market.
While he was in a trance, a shrill siren sounded.
Lott heard it too. The alarm came from Burris' ring. The sound was not loud, but very sharp. Burris pinched the ring and "hooked" an arcane rune from it.
"We have to go back, my lord." After reading the rune, the mage frowned. "Someone forcibly broke into the secret area of the tower and shut down several defensive golems."
Lott sighed heavily, and said with emotion: "Novels really come from life. In adventure novels, the protagonist will be involved in emergencies as soon as he talks about marriage!"