After the bell rings, the celebration is not over yet. Prince Lanto's territory is relatively wealthy, and most of the main roads in the city are illuminated by arcane light balls. Therefore, during the celebration, the grocery night market and outdoor singing and dancing will always be busy until the early hours of the morning. .
Lotter was not in a hurry to find Burris. He left the main castle, wandered around the night market for a while, and bought a few small things that were eye-catching. When he stopped to watch the fireworks, a young boy selling fudge stopped him and handed him a neatly folded note. There is a house number address written on the paper, the location is a bit off, but not too far away. It was written in Burris' handwriting and signed "Greve."
Lott asked the boy: "How did you recognize me? You didn't even ask my name."
The young man replied honestly: "The person who entrusted me to deliver the letter told me what clothes you are wearing. In the whole city, except for the circus, you are the only one who dresses like this among outsiders. You are easy to recognize."
The address on the note was at the end of Blacksmith Street. This area is not a market area, and it was quiet in the early morning. There were no fireworks or light balls around. Only then did Lott realize that there was actually a full moon hanging in the night sky today. Silver Falcon Castle actually set off fireworks on the night of the full moon, which is really reckless.
He found a two-story hut with a semi-underground structure. There was a round signboard hanging in front of the door. There were no words on it, only a rune with complicated strokes. Lot pushed the door open, and the welcoming bell on the door jingled. The light in the room was sufficient, just like daytime, but the light only illuminated the indoor area. Will not flow outside the house.
Seeing the interior furnishings, Lott understood that this was a spell casting supplies store. The shelves in the store are full. The left area is commonly used potions and gadgets, and the right is enchanted items and weapons. No wonder this store is next to Blacksmith Street.
There are wooden stairs in the middle of the house. According to the sign, the upstairs is the book area, and the downstairs is not allowed to enter. Lotter happily chose not to enter.
The basement floor is a long corridor. One of the long corridors is connected to the high windows on the ground, and the other side is a few closed wooden doors. The third door was ajar, the inside was dim, and the candles were flickering. When Lott walked to the door, he saw Burris' back without any surprise.
With his back to the door, Burris stood by the test bench, with bottles and jars in front of him, and a small crucible floating in the air. The cauldron was bubbling and steaming, and Burris stared at it, keeping an eye on the hourglass on the table.
The hourglass had just run out when Lotter walked in. Burris manipulated the crucible from the air, and moved it to the shelf on the left. There was an open clam shell on the shelf, and the small crucible tilted itself, pouring the stuff just boiled into the clam shell, and the clam shell followed. Close it tightly, and the crucible landed firmly on the shelf.
Lot never disturbed Boris from casting spells, and it was the same this time. Seeing that Boris' hands were idle, he approached. "Is this your house?" he asked. "So you also have a store in Silver Falcon?"
Burris looked back at him, and the tips of his ears and neck were still a little red. Burris said: "It's not mine. The house and store are indeed in my name. The current store manager is a student of one of my colleagues. I don't interfere in the business."
"What about the student?"
"Going out to play. I greeted him and borrowed his workshop for a while."
Lott laughed and said, "You fled from the castle in a panic at midnight just to come here for an experiment?"
"No, I just ran because I wanted to." Burris replied quite candidly. "There were so many people in the hall! I knew you wanted to..."
Lott interrupted him: "I see, there are too many people, you are embarrassed. You mean, it can be done when there is no one, right? Like now?"
Before asking this question, Lott had already imagined Boris' reaction, such as bowing his head and not speaking, or muttering "Why are you always like this"... But this time he was wrong, this time Boris actually gave He answered accurately: "Yes."
"Huh? What did you say?"
The red on the tips of Burris' ears spread to his entire ears, and the red on his neck gradually dyed his cheeks. He frowned, his expression serious as if he was making a major decision: "Now...you can..."
As he spoke, he took a step forward and raised his head slowly, as slowly as a patient with a straightened cervical spine receiving traction. He kept thinking about what Lotter said at the ball: You have to learn how to be a young man seriously, You gotta be brave, take the initiative...
But... this is already the limit of what he can do at present. He didn't want to be coy all the time, just waiting for Lot to grab him and kiss him, but when he gave the answer, stepped forward, and raised his head...he didn't have the extra courage to stand on tiptoe anymore.
Lott would not make him continue to embarrass him, so he immediately kissed him lightly. Now Lott had something to say, so he didn't want to kiss seriously. He asked, "By the way, Burris, there is something that I haven't asked you directly."
"Then you can ask me now." Boris bowed his head after being kissed.
Lott asked, "Since when did you like me?"
Burris gaped. He thought he would hear questions like "Do you like me or not?" He flipped through Lotter's book, and people in the book would always ask each other such questions, and there were more sour versions of these questions, such as " Do you love me" and "Do you love me as much as I love you" and stuff like that...
Unexpectedly, Lott didn't ask those insecure questions at all. He didn't question whether he liked it or not, he already felt that everything was under control.
After reacting, Burris breathed a sigh of relief. This question is better answered.
"When I was in the forest," said Boris, "it was about the time you rescued me and took me to Shandonia. If I go into details, I can't explain..."
After he finished speaking, Lott didn't answer for a long time. He looked up secretly, and saw a shocked expression on Lotte's face.
Lott's eyes widened: "So early?"
"I didn't know at the time..." Boris said in a low voice, "After thinking about it for a long time, I realized... it should be from then..."
Before he finished speaking, his inaudible voice was buried in Lott's chest. Lott hugged him and rubbed his cheek against his hair: "Oh, Boris, you lost...I'm really guilty..."
What nonsense are you talking about? Burris was full of question marks, but could not speak. Lot's strength relaxed a little, and he continued to wrap the mage around his chest. This time, he didn't rub Burris' hair, but slowly stroked Burris' shoulders and back like petting a small animal.
Lot sighed and said, "I'll tell you the truth, don't be sad. I only liked you when I was separated from you. When I held you in the forest, I mainly thought: this little girl Is the mage capable? Can he survive? Later, when I was about to leave, I suddenly hated you... Then, when we met again, I saw your body... No, lying in the golden coffin The first time I realized that I really liked you when I was in the original body of the…”
Burris got out of Lott's arms: "My lord, I can't keep up with your thinking rhythm... What exactly do you want to express?"
Lot raised his eyebrows and smiled: "There is a general rule in romance novels, the person who falls in love first is the loser of the game. Burris, you lose."
Burris looked at him calmly and bewilderedly.
Lott restrained his smile a little, coughed twice, and returned to his normal tone: "Uh, cancel... cancel what I just said. I just wanted to sweet talk to you meaninglessly, but I didn't say anything Well, it's far-fetched, and the effect is a bit embarrassing... "
Lotter was still so frank. What he said was more than a little embarrassing, it was so embarrassing that he wanted to lose his memory! Burris' expression was stiff, not knowing whether he should continue to answer.
At this moment, the clicking sound from the storage rack saved him, and he hurried to check the condition of the shells.
The voice also saved Lott, giving him a chance to change the subject naturally. He asked, "Boris, I understand why you want to run, but why did you come here to do the experiment?"
Burris walked back holding the clamshell, and smiled sheepishly: "I'm not doing an experiment. I... have something I want to give you."
As he spoke, he chanted a mantra and wiped it on the clam. The clam shell opened with a pop, and the brilliance of silver and silver was overflowing from the inside.
Usually people open the clam shell to take out the shellfish or pearls, but there are two silver rings lying in this clam. The band is matte silver and the setting is simple, with a thin oval moonstone set in it.
Burris took out one and motioned Lott to reach out. Lott raised his left hand, clenched his four fingers into a fist, and only extended his ring finger.
Boris suppressed a smile and put the ring on for him. When the ring touches Lott's skin, it automatically adjusts its size to fit the finger properly.
"This is an enchanting ring with multiple functions," Burris said. "Their first function is to locate each other. The holders of the two rings can know each other's position at any time. When using this function, you need to find paper, Or plainer cloth, wall, the ring will project a map on the plane according to your command, and mark the location of the other ring. If the other ring is taken off, or the holder is changed, your ring will send out Violent tremors, then back to inactive... that's how it is now, now it's inactive, it can't project a map. Mutual targeting is on by default, you don't need to prepare for it."
Boris had a serious face, as if he had started the teaching mode of the academy. Lott wanted to intervene, but felt that it was better to listen quietly.
Burris continued: "The second function of the ring is communication. Two bearers can call each other at any distance. The sender has to use a spell to activate this function, and the call does not need a spell. I will put the spell later. Write it down and give it to you. The incantation is very short, and you can definitely remember it. By the way, this communication function can ignore the cover of any material. As long as the holder agrees, you can also let a third person around you join the conversation, but the communication cannot cross The plane continues, and silent telepathy cannot be carried out."
"It has another function, which is..." Boris said, picking up another ring from the clamshell. He was about to put it on himself, but Lott snatched it quickly.
"Let me wear it for you!" Lot held Boris' left hand, "Hey, you mages, do you have any common sense?"
Of course Boris understood what Lot meant, so he obediently let him put the ring on himself. In fact, the reason why Boris wanted to hurry up to complete the enchanted ring was more or less in order to conform to the process of "a certain ceremony", but he was thin-skinned, and he was embarrassed to call the enchanted ring a wedding ring, so he could only explain the spell seriously, Mask your nervousness with an academic accent.
Lot put the ring on him, but didn't let go of his hand. Burris looked at the rings on the ring fingers of the two, took a deep breath, and continued his spell explanation: "The pair of rings have another function, which is also their most important function—spell sharing. The two wearers can share spells by default. The aid and protection magic that the opponent has activated can also extract the third-party spells that the opponent has prepared. You have magic immunity, and sharing protection is of little significance to you, but other spells are still useful. This part compares It's complicated, let me explain in detail... "
Once talking about academic topics, Boris' mood became very stable, and the blush on his face disappeared a lot.
He was explaining the function of the ring carefully when Lot suddenly lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.
Burris' thoughts were interrupted, and he frowned and asked, "Did you not listen carefully to what I said just now?"
"No." Lott said, "I'm listening carefully, so I was thinking, in the future, you will teach me some arcane arts used by humans, okay?"
"You... how come you have such an interest?"
"Why can't I have this interest? Anyway, now I don't have the ability to use magic arts. It would be interesting if I could learn something from you."
Just as Burris was about to answer, Lott said again: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to use this to pass the time, I'm serious. Burris, you have read those two ancient books, so you have read my past; And I saved you more than 60 years ago, so I have participated in your past. Now we have to engage in ceremonies and wear rings to each other. What is this for? It is nothing more than to make a phased commitment—the next , we intend to participate in each other's future. Are you right?"
There was no deliberate teasing in Lott's words, but for some reason, Boris' face became hot again. It certainly wasn't because of the stamina of the champagne. He was very agile when he cast the spell just now, and he was also very careful in enchanting the ring. The alcohol didn't take away his calmness.
The hands of the two people wearing rings are still holding each other. Burris asked in a low voice: "Then... we have all exchanged rings... is it ok?"
"You mean the wedding ceremony?" Lott shook his head, "It's not enough! First of all, we didn't invite relatives and friends..."
Burris said: "Both of us have secrets that are not suitable to be disclosed. No matter what the future holds, it is not suitable to be disclosed now. In this case, who can we invite? At most we can only invite Estee... still There are three of your creations. No, I can't even invite Esther, it's too embarrassing for her to watch these... "
Lott thought about it, if three creatures were specially asked to watch him kiss the mage... It would be a bit embarrassing and petty. "Well," he said, "neither of us has much to ask for friends. Necromancers and outsiders are what we deserve. So... how about a float parade? That's what happens at big weddings in the books. We Sitting on a carriage of flowers, someone sprinkled petals beside it, and the carriage walked slowly through every street in the city... We don’t need to go to the big city, but Holly Village is fine, and Holly Village is quite big.”
Burris said weakly: "My lord, imagine that scene carefully and seriously. The two of us were sitting in a carriage, walking around Holly Village for no reason... This is not a parade of floats, it's more like a parade of shame."
Lot touched his chin: "That's right... it's a bit strange. Forget it, it doesn't matter, but the most important point cannot be omitted! We have to exchange vows."
"It's okay..." Boris thought, anyway, there is no one around now, and face is something that can be temporarily abandoned.
"Exchanging rings and vows in someone else's basement ... it's not very romantic," Lott said.
"Then where do you want to go?" Boris' heart hung up, for fear that Lott would propose to go back to the castle or to the capital.
Fortunately, Lott's request is not difficult: "At least you have to go back to your tower?"
Burris readily agreed. Going back to the tower is better than anything else, he feels the most secure in the tower, and there are no living people in his tower, and if they say something nasty, they will not be heard by others.
Many large cities cannot be directly entered and exited by teleportation, and the same is true for Silver Falcon Castle, but for a mage like Burris, these rules are only used to restrain others, and he himself can choose to abide by... He participated in the design of most of the magic circles that block teleportation.
There is a "back door" in Silver Falcon Keep, deep beneath the store. There is a stone room hidden on the second basement floor of the store. The room is a dead corner of the blocking array. A semi-finished teleportation array is preset here. Although mages cannot teleport into the city, they can teleport away from here.
Burris left a thank you note to the shopkeeper and took Lott to find the stone room. While completing the incantations for the magic circle, Boris secretly rejoiced: Lott once said that he would prepare a dress for the "wedding" and told him not to wear a robe to take oaths. Today Lott didn't seem to emphasize this point... Of course, In a sense, Lott was indeed wearing a dress at this time, and Boris was not wearing an arithmetic robe, but a robe for going out.
Burris wondered: Did Lott just forget that idea? When the "wedding" was mentioned for the first time, Lott had just recovered from his confusion. Could it be that he didn't quite remember the nonsense he said at that time? Also, just now Lott easily agreed not to invite relatives and friends, and not to hold a float parade. He was so easily persuaded, and he happily gave up those romantic and useless details.
Is this normal? Boris was thinking casually while perfecting the magic circle. The more he thought about it, the more Boris felt guilty: Lott really likes romantic things, he is serious, and he didn't want to use this to humiliate and laugh at others. Not to fulfill his wish.
Burris didn't notice that there was no regret on Lot's face at all. He was staring at the semi-finished magic circle with great interest, repeatedly fumbling for the ring on his ring finger, and looking forward to returning to the tower soon.