Heisong walked into the living room lightly, and put the "Blood of Resurrection" on the low table in front of the tutor.
On the table was a small metal bird with a parchment scroll the size of a pinky finger in its beak. He had seen this thing before, and the mages of Sago King's Capital always used it to contact Boris.
Before Heisong could ask, Boris said: "This is the messenger bird from the Tower of Truth, saying that there is a banquet, and asked me if I would like to attend." In fact, it was from Esther, but Heisong didn't know that the princess was also a mage.
Heisong's eyes lit up. He thought of the queen's birthday celebration, when the palace held a ball, and the city was a carnival, and he and Odile had a great time shopping and eating from morning till night.
Boris pointed to the scroll: "The banquet this time is not in the royal capital, but in Silver Falcon Castle. Prince Lanto's eldest son, Norad, celebrated his birthday. You can go for me, anyway, you are familiar with Prince Lanto."
Heisong pretended to be calm: "I'm going? Not too good, after all, they invited you..."
"I was invited by the capital before, and I also sent 'apprentice Koref' to go for me. It's the same for you to go this time, you are also my student."
Heisong opened the scroll and saw that he was overjoyed. It was stated on the envelope that guests can bring up to two family members... two! Very good! When he and Odile went to the market, he could ask Siegfried to help him carry things...
Although excited, Heisong had to be polite on the surface: "Teacher, we can actually go together..."
In Boris' eyes, the black pine was wagging its tail just like Herolf. "No, you go," Burris said, "I'm busy, I have several analyzes to write, and..."
What else do you have to do? In fact, Burris was not too busy, but he just didn't want to go.
"Take your two little friends," he said. "They have experienced very unpleasant things before, and it's time to relax and have fun. During this period, I will send the golem to take care of Odette."
Heisong bowed to the mentor, and maintained the mage's graceful pace to leave the room, walk through the corridor, and open the tower door... When he got outside, he finally stopped hiding his excitement and trotted towards the maze area. There was no way to teleport directly to Silver Falcon Castle, and he needed to set aside time on the road. In order to arrive on time, he had to ask Ogilia to make preparations and try to set off early tomorrow morning.
In the reception room, Boris slowly drank the hot drink and continued to sit on the soft chair. Herolf had been lying at his feet, and every time he moved the dog looked up at him, as if waiting for an answer to a question.
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The next morning, Boris woke up very early. He wanted to read but couldn't continue, and wanted to continue to sleep but couldn't, so he leaned lazily by the large floor-to-ceiling glass window in the bedroom, looking down boredly.
Odile and Siegfried (in human appearance) were waiting outside the tower with simple luggage, but Black Pine, who was the most excited yesterday, came out the slowest. After a while, the black pine floated out, and he built a new bone suspension chair overnight. This time, he did not paint white paint, but used transparent wood wax oil. The bovine bone and pig bone on the chair showed a mottled black color , In some places there are vertical and horizontal traces left by the grill.
With an unconscious smile on his face, Burris watched the figures of the three disappear on the dense forest path.
Heisong only made new chairs, but did not dye his hair or paint his face white. Can you not recognize black pine? After the banquet, if Heisong returns to Shuhai's hometown to visit relatives, will his parents be frightened
One of the many questions Burris would like to ask him if he had a chance to have a deep talk with Yriel is: Why on earth did you wash the black pine back to its original state
I'm afraid they won't have a chance to talk. Not to mention whether the Austrian Law Federation allows it, even if it is allowed, Yriel doesn't like to communicate with others. With Yriel's personality, sooner or later he would do something stupid again and kill himself. The question "Why should black pine be washed back to its original state" will become a mystery through the ages.
Boris asked Heisong, but Heisong himself didn't know. He said that maybe that person didn't like him... Boris always felt that it shouldn't be so simple. Generally speaking, an ambitious mage should have a deeper , more in line with their identity motivation...
Does Yriel have any deep motives? No one can tell now. Maybe everyone has a time when they are not like themselves.
Burris thought he was the same: In middle age, he had secretly prided himself on his sanity and his ability to act, but now he thought wandering, lived loosely, acted sluggishly, and didn't wash his face.
It was almost lunch time when Burris came to the study slowly.
There are various materials about the White Tower on the desk, as well as an analysis report that has just been drafted at the beginning... Looking at these, he is listless, and only feels dull. He pulled out the quill and held it for a long time, not even bothering to dip the ink.
The matter of Yriel is a big one, and he should pay more attention to it, but he just can’t keep up his spirits... The Arcane Federation is enough, those people can handle it as they like, anyway, they can guarantee that the "people in white" cannot Endangering the outside world... that's enough.
Lot's whereabouts were far more important than Yriel's. Boris thought, anyone can handle the matter of Yriel, but only I can investigate the problem of Lott.
He was worried in vain, but he couldn't calm down and think. He tried to open the notes he had written, which contained a lot of his research on God's Domain and independent closed planes... The strange thing is, when he looked at them again today, it seemed that what he saw was not his own handwriting, but A bunch of silly black and white stripes.
My IQ dropped.
Burris rested his elbows on the table, his forehead in his hands. In the past sixty years, he has had colleagues, students, research projects, business orders... More importantly, he has magic. At that time, there was no such person as Lott by his side. Now only Lott's whereabouts are missing, and the other things he owns have not changed, but he is anxious and his IQ has dropped significantly.
If this was known to him at the age of thirty, he would say: Losing self-control is the shame of a mage. May the mystical law be the only truth, and the worldly interests second... This sentence is not poetry, it is an oath.
If he was forty years old, he would say: Arcane law does not conflict with the secular world, the so-called ambition is to hold the truth and interests in your hands. If you have to choose between the two, it means you are willing to compromise.
In his fifties or sixties, he would say: Actually, the truth is not that complicated, it’s just that older people tend to worry more. People’s mind and body are closely related. Aging and illness will wear people down and make people weak.
After the age of seventy, he will say: what? The person I finally found disappeared again? I might spend another few decades looking for it? I can't wait... I'd probably be pissed off if this happened!
Now he is eighty-four years old, and also twenty years old at the same time. He felt that none of these views were right, but he couldn't say what was right.
He sighed, straightened his body, and combed his hair with his fingers, trying to wake up. When the hand left the head, the fingertips brought down several strands of hair.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling sad. His IQ dropped, his hair was falling out fast, and Lott wasn't coming back.
Burris looked at his hands. The skin of these hands is firm and even in color, there are no spots on the back of the hands, and the lines on the tiger's mouth are also very light. Several knuckles have been injured, and now they look slightly protruding.
Sixty years ago, the man in black lifted him up, hugged him from behind, and put his twisted knuckles back into place. It wasn't a fond memory of the excruciating pain that accompanied the treatment, but he wasn't terribly frightened. Leaning on that person, he just felt extremely at ease.
Now, behind him was the back and cushions of the ottoman, not the black-clothed skeletal lord.
He finally understood why he was restless...it wasn't anxiety or worry, it was fear.
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At dusk a few days later, Estee sent another metal raven. It landed on Burris' bookshelf, and the voice of the princess said: "Teacher, how are you there?"
"It's okay." Boris sat in the middle of the pile of books, forcing himself to read various documents related to God's Domain, "Why do you ask me that?"
"You didn't attend Prince Lanto's banquet... Did you encounter any trouble again?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just busy."
Estee's voice sounded a lot more nervous: "Is it still about the White Tower? What can I do for you?"
"No, it's all right," Burris said, "I'm busy. It's just that I don't feel like running around recently, and I want to be quiet in the tower."
Burris didn't tell Estee about Lot's disappearance. If Lott was indeed imprisoned in the Black Lake, then sooner or later he would tell his trustworthy students... but he didn't want to say it yet.
"I understand." The raven flew down from the bookshelf and landed on the chest of drawers with fewer items, "Teacher, I will turn off the connection of this raven and let it stay with you temporarily, okay? If If you need it, you can contact me anytime through it.”
Boris agreed to her and wished her a good time at the celebration. When Esther said goodbye, he faintly heard the sound of fireworks being set off. It seemed that the celebration at Silver Falcon Castle was not small. It's just Norad's birthday, but it's like a spring festival.
The weather at Silver Falcon Castle should be good, but today's Mountains of No Return is a bit suffocating, the clouds are low, and it might rain at night.
After dark, Menlei gradually approached from the northwest of the mountain range. Burris arranged for the golem to check Odette's condition, and the golem reported that the black and white stripes on the dragon's body usually moved slowly, but today it was a little bit fast and slow.
Burris decided to see for himself. He hadn't figured out what the black and white stripes were, and didn't know if the situation was good or bad.
When preparing the equipment for casting spells, Mr. Willis the Golem said: "Strong convective weather will soon sweep across the Mountains of No Return. It is recommended that you do not go out at this time."
"No... I have to go and have a look." Boris was busy packing his things, and waved to the golem, "Bring me a box of green mica chips."
After getting all the ingredients, Burris descended from the floating dish to the first floor and walked into the kitchen, deciding to grab a bite to eat before going out.
Today's situation may be very special, he has to make all preparations... There has been a change in Odette, maybe this means that things have turned for the better, maybe this is a clue to find Lott! Thinking of this, his eyes that had been drowsy all day lit up.
"It's tiring to find someone." Burris was leaning on the cabinet with a bowl of boiled beans and muttering to himself, "I have to deal with the affairs of the Arcane Federation, and I have to do experiments, run a magic weapon factory, and write or not. Finished books, developing new spell-casting materials... Alas, I can't spend all my time looking for you, but I have to find you again... This is too tiring. It would be great if you could come to me soon... "
There was a deafening thunder that shook the window frames. At the same moment Herolf barked louder than ever before.
Boris subconsciously turned to the door. He wanted to put the boiled broad bean bowl on the cabinet, but accidentally touched the box containing green mica. When he reached out to protect it, there was a loud noise from the direction of the tower door, and the roar of the rainstorm suddenly amplified... something Breaking through the protection of the gate, broke into the gate with strong wind and rain!
Boris was distracted, and the bowl and box slipped and fell to the floor, the broad beans mixed with a handful of mica flakes.
When he subconsciously looked down, the sound of steamy footsteps had already arrived at the kitchen door.
The clouds were too low and too close, and lightning and thunder appeared almost simultaneously. A bright blue thunderbolt illuminated the rain curtain and the dimly lit kitchen.
With the sound of excited dogs barking, Lothbald came outside the kitchen door.
Lott presents the appearance of a human being in the past, with normal height, complete limbs, wet body, and gorgeous clothes.
The reason why Burris could see the "gorgeously dressed" in an instant was because he was caught in the eyes by the broken gems on Lott's body.
Lot approached with wet feet, and put one hand on the door frame: "On a beautiful night, a grand ball was held in the palace far away, but the poor little beauty was left at home, picking up flowers in the kitchen alone. with peas…”
For some reason, facing the sudden appearance of Lott, Boris was very calm... so calm that he almost scared himself.
He imagined the scene when Lott came back, where he should welcome Lott excitedly, ask seriously what happened before... But now, his thinking is slow, and his mind is in a trance, as if a storm cloud has squeezed into his body. The brain turned his IQ into rainwater.
He stood there, looked at Lott, maintained a posture of reaching out to protect the box, and said foolishly, "I didn't pick up peas... this is a mica piece."
"Aren't there peas next to the mica pieces?" Lot walked towards him, rain dripping on the floor.
Burris replied subconsciously: "No...it's broad beans."