After Being Fancied by a Necromancer - Chapter 74

    Although Cyril is a little sorry, he can’t miss such a good opportunity to learn time magic.

    However, this time the wizard apprentice wrapped in the vine cocoon seemed to have some obvious wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and the other party’s original unruly red hair also turned white.

    “This is?”

    Cyril blinked and looked at Mr. Scott, who was curiously beside him.

    Seeing the complicated look on Cyril’s face, Brian paused and continued: “Don’t worry, time will heal the wrong things by itself.”

    What he didn’t point out is that the process of self-correction at this time may be a little tortuous.

    On the other side, he was relieved to find that he finally didn’t have to be backtracked by the wizard apprentice.

    He continued to walk forward while cursing in his heart.

    When he walked to the nearby lake, he accidentally caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the lake.

    The apprentice wizard stared stiffly at his face and hair aged several decades, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

    Grass!

    In every strand of his white hair, none of the dog boys and boys are innocent!

    Cyril estimated the huge scope of this trial secret realm, and took the chief sir beside him to the transportation.

    The undead carriage he summoned was not comparable to Mr. Scott’s luxury RV, but it also freed his legs.

    The two sat side by side on the carriage seat, and an undead rider skillfully drove the carriage.

    The staff of the Wizarding Union told the wizard apprentices before: There are rich resources in this trial secret realm, and it is even possible to discover the relics of ancient wizards.

    Cyril thought about it before.

    The efficiency of “killing” the apprentices one by one in the first few days is too low. It is better to wait until later to “kill” those apprentices who have accumulated a lot of points. It is more cost-effective to take a lot of points from the opponent.

    So in the first few days, Cyril wanted to see if he could find the ruins of the ancient wizard.

    Of course, if he finds a wizard apprentice on the way, he will not let it go in vain.

    While Cyril was discussing his plan with Mr. Scott, he caught a glimpse of several apprentice wizards in front of him.

    Cyril raised his eyebrows slightly, and pointed the wand in his hand unceremoniously at those people.

    The other party’s response was also exceptionally quick.

    One after another colorful magic spells hit him head-on, and they all fell on the water curtain spell.

    With the movements of these wizard apprentices, their fronts were exposed.

    Cyril narrowed his eyes, always feeling that these people were a little familiar.

    “It’s you!”

    One of the tall and thin wizard apprentices widened his eyes and squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

    “We won’t let you go this time!”

    While frantically adding protective spells to himself, the apprentice wizard took out enchanted weapons one by one and threw them at Cyril.

    Cyril instantly summoned a flying skeleton bird, accurately blocking the attack of these enchanted weapons.

    While waving his wand, he learned to use it, and like the wizard apprentice before, began to build a fantasy.

    Although it took a little time, these wizard apprentices all fell into Cyril’s illusion and found nothing wrong.

    Seeing them attacking wildly in completely opposite directions, Cyril rolled his eyes and began to think about who these people were.

    “You know them?”

    Brian turned the ring on his finger and asked in a natural tone.

    Cyril shook his head.

    He has been traveling with Mr. Scott outside of the Academy since he discovered the “anchor” the abyssal creature left on his body two years ago.

    Since Mr. Scott did not know them, it must have been earlier.

    Suddenly, Cyril’s mind flashed a long time ago when he went to the underground market of Floating City, and he remembered who these people were.

    These are the few people who slandered Mr. Scott in the B-level secret realm!

    Brian laughed lowly when he saw the look of sudden realization on Cyril’s face.

    He stretched out his hand uncontrollably and rubbed Cyril’s eyebrows lightly.

    “Are they related to the black market you visited two years ago?”

    Brian said slowly.

    That time, he felt the fluctuation of the rose necklace on Cyril’s body, so he traced the other party’s itinerary for the day without a trace.

    Brian guessed that a dark wizard with no eyes in the black market was coveting Cyril, which caused the fluctuation of the rose necklace.

    He casually mentioned to the Wizarding League’s “Dark Wizard Detention Office”.

    It just so happens that the Wizarding League is particularly sensitive to the traces of dark wizards due to the reappearance of the traces of the abyss, and secretly sent people to lurk in the black market.

    Unfortunately, I heard later that the dark wizard escaped, and only caught some wizards who sold prohibited creatures.

    Cyril nodded and recalled that the reason he robbed these people was to protect Mr. Scott.

    He couldn’t help but look away and touched his nose a little guilty.

    Brian caught a glimpse of Cyril dodging his gaze, and his white earlobes were stained with a little blush.

    His Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

    It seems that there is something here that I don’t know.

    Brian’s eyes swept across a few wizard apprentices who were frantically outputting in the illusion not far away.

    He randomly selected one of them, and his dark blue eyes stared at the wizard apprentice, silently invading his memory.

    I saw that the wizard apprentice’s movements suddenly slowed down, as if his attention had been drawn away by something.

    In this person’s memory, Cyril, who was still a little immature two years ago, raised his beautiful eyebrows and dragged his voice elegantly and reservedly: “I heard someone say that we Snow The S-class wizard apprentice of the Borg Wizarding Academy does not live up to its name?”

    His black and white apricot eyes are full of writing – IMHO, everyone who just beeped our chief Scott is hot chicken!

    From the memory of this wizard apprentice, Brian looked at Cyril with a heavy gaze, and the dark blue eyes flashed black gold for a moment.

    His eyes are straightforward and serene, as if a powerful hunter is bound to win the small prey he sees.

    Cyril saw that one of the wizard apprentices seemed to have escaped his illusion, so he took the time to hit them with a spell.

    As the bracelets on the hands of the wizard apprentices who were hit shattered, their figures disappeared.

    The skeleton rider re-steered the carriage very intuitively.

    Cyril lowered his head to look at the points on his wristband, which showed the number “6”.

    He was a little surprised. He didn’t expect that these three apprentices had already killed other apprentices.

    It feels so good to get something for nothing!

    Cyril lowered his head and lowered his eyes, admiring the 6 freshly baked points on his bracelet.

    Therefore, he did not see the handsome man beside him suppressing the soul-stirring desire between his brows.

    I really want to lock up the little rose…

    Locked up in his elaborate cage, telling him to look at himself every day, shaking the delicate petals and spitting out the sweetness in the stamens.

    Brian’s eyes darkened.

    “Little Rose…”

    He moved his lips slightly, and the vague words floated in the air, revealing a bit of provocation, like the intimate whispers between lovers.

    “…?”

    Cyril heard Mr. Scott’s whisper-like voice and turned his head with a question in his eyes.

    His smile was somewhat meaningful.

    “I mean, the large lavender in front is not as beautiful as the rose garden.”

    Brian nodded slightly and said calmly.

    Cyril followed the opponent’s line of sight and looked forward.

    Large tracts of lavender bloomed dazzlingly, forming a sea of ​​purple flowers, so beautiful.

    The breeze blows, and the whole sea of ​​lavender flowers is like deep and shallow purple waves, which rise and fall layer by layer, romantic and pure.

    The skeleton carriage has come to the edge of the lavender garden.

    There is no way here.

    Cyril is considering whether to bypass this place.

    A large patch of lavender in front of the carriage opened a path that only accommodates the skeleton carriage, as if it had learned the news of the visitor.

    Cyril blinked, wondering if there were any traps on the road that suddenly appeared.

    But then he thought, Mr. Scott was always by his side, and it didn’t matter if he took the risk.

    Cyril rolled his eyes and glanced at his side as if he was inadvertently.

    From this angle, he could just see Mr. Scott’s hand beside the seat, with well-defined joints, slender and powerful, with the charm of a mature man.

    At this time, Mr. Scott bent his fingers and tapped casually on the armrest of the seat, his posture was natural and elegant.

    It is an extraordinarily simple action, but for no reason, it gives people a sense of ease and mastery of the overall situation.

    Even, Cyril could feel a vague and decisive savagery.

    Cyril felt that the position of his heart was suddenly pinched by someone, and the aroma from the tip of his nose made him feel a little dry and itchy in his throat.

    He withdrew his gaze and steered the carriage onto the road in the sea of ​​lavender flowers.