"Boris?" Lott noticed that the mage's reaction was a little strange. He moved closer, reached out, and touched the hair on Burris' cheek.
There was another thunderclap. Lightning illuminates the mica pieces all over the floor, and also illuminates the water-colored gradient sequins on Lott's cuffs, the scarf buttons with electroplated silver and green glass, the dots of rhinestones sprinkled with collar flowers, the dress coat of bright purple satin, and the hem of the coat A circle of rose gold tassels…
Burris shuddered.
Lot couldn't help but hugged him into his wet arms, stroking his hair pitifully: "My little mage! You are frightened... Are you afraid of thunder and lightning? Why didn't I know before..."
Of course you don't know, because I'm not afraid of thunder and lightning... This sentence has formed a roar in Burris' soul, but in fact, he didn't say a word.
Before he recovered from the shock of Lott's sudden appearance, he was almost blinded by the dazzling details on Lott's body.
His face pressed against the damp cloth, smelling cardamom and vanilla mingled with the moisture. Lot probably sprayed some kind of fragrance on his body, and the top fragrance has been washed away by the heavy rain, leaving only a faint scent of medicinal herbs, which only a mage can detect.
"I'm back." Lot put his arms around the mage, and the water from the tips of his hair dripped into Burris' collar, "I'm back... Although it took several days, I'm back! Boris, are you Are you particularly worried about me?"
In the books that Lott has read, when one person asks "Are you worried about me", the other person will often say "I am not" awkwardly, or even "It's better if you don't come back". It is not a rejection, but a proof of sweetness and attachment.
But Burris didn't say that. He lay in Lot's arms, motionless like a bunch of inanimate golems, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a weak answer: "Yes..."
"Ah?" Lott had already prepared the next lines, such as "Don't be so stubborn, I know how worried you are about me" and so on... Unexpectedly, the mage answered so frankly.
Burris said: "Yes... I'm worried, very worried. I thought it would take me another sixty years... If not sixty years, thirty years, what if I can't find you this time? manage… "
There was a sore feeling in Lotter's chest, spreading from the heart to the entire spine, spreading to the shoulders, and spreading to the hands, causing the fingers to tremble unconsciously.
He restrained his hippie smile, let go of his arms slightly, and looked down at the mage in his arms.
"Sorry for worrying you." Lot kissed the mage's hair and said, "If possible, I would also like to come back early to report your safety, but it is difficult to do... You know, a closed and independent The plane has a minimum opening and closing cycle, which is seven days every hundred years... Even if I can come out, I have to wait seven days to come out. And these seven days are counted from the time I threw you out... "
Boris raised his head and asked cautiously: "Seven days...is it like you were imprisoned in the Swamp of the Dead in the past?"
Lot saw the mage's worry, so he quickly concluded: "It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm not like the past, 'I can come out seven days every hundred years'. In the past, I left the world and stayed in the swamp of the dead; Now, I am leaving the realm of the gods and staying in the human world. Because the starting point of the foundation is different, so... now the rule is reversed—every seven days, I can come out for a hundred years."
Burris was taken aback. Lott smiled and added: "Yes, I am not free, I belong to the Black Lake. After I have played in the world for a hundred years, I have to live in that quiet and boring place for seven days. After seven days, I can return to the world to continue playing. …”
Although he didn't understand the principle yet, and only listened to the conclusion, Boris was greatly relieved. "Wait, that's not right..." He frowned, "My lord... counting from the day I came back, it seems to be the eighth day now, that is to say, except for that day, just seven days have passed... How could you appear so quickly in a different place?" Returning to the mountain range? Where did you appear from? Didn’t you come from that plane on the Frost Plain? Could it be that you can freely choose where you appear?”
He looked at the fancy clothes in front of him, and wanted to ask, "Why did you change your clothes so quickly?"...
Lott smiled and said, "I did appear from the thin point of the White Tower. As for why I came here so quickly... it's all thanks to Odette."
"Odette woke up?"
"Wake up. The moment I returned to the human world, his strength was also stabilized. He sensed me, so he immediately flew over to pick me up. He told me everything that happened in the past few days, and told me My Prince Lanto is holding a celebration, and I want to go with you, so I asked him to find a city to stop for a while, so that I can buy a new suit. Anyway, he is very fast, and I can't delay buying clothes and changing them Too much time."
Burris was very surprised: "This is not right... No matter how powerful the flying ability of the dragon is, it is impossible to travel between here and the White Tower in a few minutes!"
When the golem reported the situation of Odette, the sky had just darkened, and the thunder was still rolling in the sky. At the same time, the thunder was getting closer and closer, and finally the heavy rain poured down... Before Boris even noticed that the silver dragon started to move, the dragon flew back and forth, and even asked Lott to buy some clothes in the middle!
Such a short amount of time is at most enough for Lot to buy clothes and put them on immediately, and it's not enough time to fly back and forth... What creature can fly so fast? This is not much different from teleportation!
Lott said: "Of course dragons can't fly so fast, but Odette is not a dragon." Then, he took Boris to the tower gate, "Just in time, come and see him. He has long wanted to officially Say hello to you."
After the tower door was opened, the torrential rain hit Burris in the face with a strong wind. The open space outside the tower was completely occupied by a huge creature. In the dim rain, it seemed that another building fell out of thin air and blocked the gate of the tower.
Boris looked at the huge creature, so surprised that he even forgot to cast the spell to block the rain... Anyway, he was already wet by Lott, and it would be okay to get a little more rain.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Odette's magnificent figure. The dragon's black and white stripes were gone, and now he was changed again: his neck, torso, and limbs were silver again, his scales shone like a mirror, and his horns, wings, claw tips, and tail were pure Black, black enough to blend into the night.
Odette bent her long neck, staring at Burris with her dark eyes. True silver dragons usually have silver-gray or golden eyes, while Odette's sclera and irises are black, and there are faint sparkling spots in the pupils... These eyes remind Boris of the thin dot above the White Tower, the one that passes through To the Eye of the Cloud in the Black Lake.
Then Odette spoke. Burris had heard his avatar speak before, and today was the first time he had heard him speak in person.
He cleared his throat first, and said, "Master Burris Gershaw, hello."
His voice is similar to those of the avatars, making people unable to tell the age and gender, impressive, and making people unable to sum up the characteristics.
Odette added: "I was in such a bad situation before... In that situation, I couldn't say hello to you formally, but I have been watching your every word and action. Master Gershaw, thank you for helping me and care."
Burris habitually bowed back. The dragon continued, "Perhaps a bit abrupt... Now I want to ask you something."
"Not abruptly. Just ask."
"Answer me honestly..." Odette raised her voice, "Am I beautiful?"
"Ah?" Burris's face was covered with rain, and his vision was already unclear. He suspected that his ears had also gotten water, which caused him to have auditory hallucinations.
Odette asked: "Am I beautiful now? I used to have the most beautiful appearance of a silver dragon in the world, but now... my black horns, black wings, black nails, and black tail... this appearance is still beautiful." ?"
Just before this moment, there were two unsolved mysteries deep in Boris' heart: first, why Yriel washed the black pine back to its original appearance. Second, what is the character of Odette Benlong under normal circumstances without any crisis.
Now, the second mystery surfaced unexpectedly. The truth was far beyond Burris' expectations.
Lot shouted to Yinlong in the heavy rain: "I've said it all, you look good like this! Don't you believe my aesthetics?"
Odette stared at the mage persistently: "I want to hear the views of ordinary humans. I used to be beautiful in silver and white, and I am confident in that. Master Gershaw, you have seen me lying on the altar with With the appearance of the black ice pick, I was holy and miserable at that time, and I must have a kind of desolate beauty... But now? Is this black and white me really beautiful?"
Boris remembered the time when he reunited with Lot in the Swamp of the Dead. At that moment he was thinking: what the hell is wrong? How could Lord Skeleton have such a character
Now he had a similar thought again: the gentle, kind and compassionate silver dragon in "Silver Carols" turned out to be this kind of character? How did he lead the ancestors of the Sago people back then? Could it be that he stood by the throne of the previous kings and assisted them with "am I beautiful" every day
After thinking about it, no matter how strange Odette's personality is, his ups and downs are true... Boris didn't want to put him off, so he replied seriously: "I haven't seen a real dragon, only dragon scales, dragon scales, and dragon scales." Bones and pictures, the only 'dragon' I've ever seen is you. I think you're beautiful, really, and this beauty isn't beauty or landscape beauty, it's a charm that we mere mortals can hardly describe. Frankly speaking, the first few days The black and white striped you are really not good-looking, your body is still beautiful, but the black and white stripes are very strange, and now... "
Speaking of this, an inspiration came to his mind: "Now you look very good-looking again, really. The silver and black on your body match very skillfully, with a silver-white body, black dragon wings, dragon horns, Claws and tail... This kind of temperament is like a holy person manipulating the power of darkness... "
Then Burris ran out of words. He is not a bard, so he really can't think of more fancy descriptions. However, Odette was satisfied enough, the tip of his tail flicked slightly, and moved the huge dragon head above Boris, covering him from the rain like a giant umbrella.
The dragon squinted at Lott: "Lord Lotbald, your mage is really an upright and honest man. If you can explain to me patiently like him, I won't be depressed all the way."
Lott also got under the faucet: "I have explained everything about the Black Lake to you, but I haven't had time to praise your beauty!"
Hearing this, Boris wiped the rain from his face: "My lord, you have to explain to me what happened in the Black Lake."
"I will," said Lott, "but not now. Now, go and change."
"Why?"
"We're going to Silver Falcon Castle to participate in the celebration." Lott turned around in a circle, water splashed from the wet and dazzling dress, "Odette can take us there, he's as fast as teleportation, and More stable than teleportation."
"I don't want to attend the banquet, I have already given the invitation letter to Heisong..."
"Has your princess student gone yet? When we arrive at Silver Falcon Castle, you can contact her and ask her to send someone to pick you up into the castle."
"But..." Boris was shocked by one unexpected situation after another, and his reaction speed dropped sharply. It was not until he was pushed back into the tower by Lott that he finally choked out a question: "But... your dress is all wet …”
"I know. Why are you afraid of getting wet? I have you!" Lot opened his arms.
Only then did Boris react and cast a very elementary spell. In the blink of an eye, the rain on him and Lott disappeared, and the hair and clothes became dry and warm again.