After Being Fancied by a Necromancer - Chapter 77

    This is exactly the same as what Cyril once saw in that Strange Creatures Cookbook… not irrelevant.

    Cyril suddenly understood why the name “Brewster” seemed familiar to him.

    On some recipes in the “Strange Creatures Cookbook”, the author also specially marked “Brewster especially likes this method”, “Brewster eats it and says it’s okay”.

    Thinking of this, Cyril looked at this colorful owl again, and suddenly felt a lot more cordial.

    I didn’t expect that this ancient wizard happened to be the owner of his enlightenment book.

    “Here…”

    The owl didn’t notice the change in Cyril’s eyes, it fluttered its wings and flew to the bookcase.

    “Here are Brewster’s manuscripts and my diary.”

    Mentioning this, the owl was a little proud, it seemed to open the box of memories and began to chat: “Brewster likes to fiddle with all kinds of herbs, and also likes all kinds of dishes I make… He My favorite is lavender, and I specially set the entrance of our hut to be a sea of ​​lavender flowers…”

    Cyril sorts out the manuscripts while listening to Tours Auger’s recollections.

    Brian frowned, his usual calm and elegant face showed a little impatient look.

    “Okay, Org Wizard, no need to bother.”

    Brian said lightly.

     Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw Mr. Scott draw out a blank parchment and pour some Mous ink on it.

    These Mous inks seem to be tightly controlled by something, and they begin to draw complex witch formations.

    Brian snapped his fingers slowly.

    I saw a red glow on Brewster’s manuscript.

    The red light then turned into a thin line, which was linked to the parchment on which the witch formation was drawn.

    After a while, a rough map slowly appeared on the parchment.

    The thin red line snaked and circled on the map, and finally stopped somewhere and became a small red dot.

    “The last place he stayed was not in this secret realm of trials.”

    Brian glanced at the map, waved his hand, and put it away.

    Cyril looked at the owl curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

    Why didn’t Wizard Tource Auger go to find Brewster himself before?

      Stored in the cabin, the owl can’t go out…”

    “So it is.”

    Cyril nodded and continued: “However, we have to wait until this grading trial is over before we can leave the secret realm to find it.”

    He was about to ask how to communicate with Tours Auger when he saw the owl flying to the small potted plant on the desk.

    This is a colorful little pot with a green plant with oval leaves.

    The leaves of this plant are wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, and look full of water, like chubby little claws.

    “This is the teleporter, through which you can reach my cabin.”

    The owl looked at this small potted plant with a pair of black pea-like eyes, and the eyes were full of love.

    “I planted this with Brewster.”

    “…Did you just provide a flower pot?”

    Seeing this very distinctive aesthetic, Cyril couldn’t help but complain.

    However, the owl looked at him with great relief after hearing the words, nodded solemnly, and wrote “I appreciate you very much, young man” on the round fluffy face.

    Afterwards, Tours Auger explained to them the usage and precautions of this teleportation.

    This is the first time Cyril has seen this kind of teleportation that is said to require a huge amount of magic power to make.

    Cyril glanced at Mr. Scott beside him, and a latent embarrassment enveloped him.

    At this point, they have left the cabin and returned to the original trial secret realm.

    If it weren’t for the deep night overhead and the passage of time, it was true that they spent a long time in the cabin, or Cyril would have thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion in a sea of ​​lavender flowers.

      It flowed out loudly, and I couldn’t hold it in my pocket.

    His heart was pounding and his heart was pounding.

    Brian saw Cyril lowered his eyes and did not speak, like a shy little rose that closed all the petals.

    He is a cunning hunter, calm and unhurried, waiting for his cute prey to enter the trap himself.

    The night was quiet and gentle.

    A round of bright crescent moon and scattered bright stars hang on the sky, glittering.

    The cool water moonlight shrouded the vast sea of ​​flowers and the mountains in the distance, and all the scenery seemed to be covered with a veil.

    Even the breeze that brushed her cheeks softened.

    It was probably the night that blurred each other’s faces, and Cyril thought to himself that Mr. Scott shouldn’t be able to see his flushed cheeks at this time.

    He suddenly had an inexplicable courage.

    “…”

    Cyril tried to open his mouth, trying to confirm something, but his throat was dry as if he was being burned by the heat on his body.

    He opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Scott.

    Brian looked down at the clear eyes that were close at hand, shining like stars falling into the sky.

    The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

    He felt as if a soft feather was teasing the surface of Heart Lake.

    Brian slowly got closer, their foreheads almost touching.

    Suddenly, a slight “coo” sound broke the ambiguous atmosphere.

    Cyril took two steps back as if waking up from a dream, then looked at his stomach with a shocked face, and embarrassedly cut out Barbie’s dream mansion.

    “Hungry?”

    Brian raised his eyebrows, a smile gliding across his eyes.

    Cyril tried his best to control the expression on his face and nodded slightly.

    “What would you like to eat?”

    Brian still smiled lightly.

    “I can do it…”

    Cyril touched his nose shyly.

    Therefore, Mr. Zorro, who had not seen him for a long time, returned to the arena and brought the perfectly fried steak to the small round table that Brian made.

    Comfortable chairs are placed on both sides of the table, and there is a delicate rose in the glass bottle in the center of the table.

    Cyril subtly eats a delicious steak, which is tender, chewy and full of flavour.

    Have a few mouthfuls of steak, then scoop up a spoonful of sweet corn kernels of yellow and orange oranges, taste golden fried eggs and soft and delicious mashed potatoes.

    The clear glass is filled with chilled freshly squeezed juice, refreshing and soothing.

    When Cyril was full and hiccupped, Brian raised his hand and cleaned up the surroundings.

    I was interrupted by this fragrant dinner, but Cyril lost the courage he had finally mustered up before.

    He pretended to be casual and said, “Why don’t you exercise when you’re full?”

    Brian gave him a playful look and nodded slightly in agreement.

    Cyril immediately looked at the bracelet issued by the Wizarding Union on his wrist.

    In order to facilitate mutual “killing” of wizard apprentices, the bracelet can project the location of nearby wizard apprentices.

    Cyril once again summoned the undead carriage and walked in the direction of the nearby wizard apprentice.

    As if to hide the panic in his heart, he started a ruthless act of harvesting heads.

    There are a lot of wizard apprentices around, which is Cyril’s luck and the misfortune of other wizard apprentices.

    The tip of his beautiful black wand spewed out a quick and precise spell, shattering the luck of the apprentices.

    Many apprentice wizards who had never suffered such a violent beating were shattered on the spot, suspecting that they had been lonely in the past three years of studying magic.

    Maybe this is the way the battle is, the more you fight, the better.

    Seeing more and more points on the bracelet, Cyril felt the unpretentious and boring happiness of the strong.

    He killed half of the battle, and suddenly looked at Mr. Scott, who still had a score of “0”, with bright eyes. He **** many apprentices and gave them to the opponent to complete the final blow.

    Brian glanced at Cyril half-smiling, his eyes were gentle, and he nodded.

    Then he raised his hand slowly, and flutteringly watched the bracelets of the wizard apprentices shatter and disappear in front of his eyes.

    Some wizard apprentices full of escape skills passed on the news that they were hunted down by two senior wizard apprentices at night. It is rumored that they did their best to construct the image of two great demon kings.

    Cyril didn’t know that he was creating a myth in a casual and invisible way.

    When he felt a little tired, he stopped.

    Cyril’s hair and wizard robes were a little messy, and the white and smooth skin was covered in a little sweat, glistening in the moonlight.

    There are no apprentices around here, only the two of them, accompanied by the evening wind and moonlight.

    The eyes of the two met, and the air around them suddenly became sticky and wispy again.

    Cyril blinked and licked his lower lip involuntarily.

    He suddenly felt blessed, clenched his fists, raised his head slightly, and said softly, “The night tonight is so beautiful…”

    Cyril’s heart was beating wildly.

    He felt as if he was stepping on soft cotton, but he couldn’t really step on it.

    The next moment, Cyril was pulled into a hot embrace.

    Brian grabbed the back of Cyril’s neck with one hand, and wrapped his other hand tightly around him.

    He kissed hard and bit Cyril’s lips.

    From shallow taste to deep bone marrow.

    Cyril was kissed so hard that her head was dizzy.

    Brian licked the tears from the corners of Cyril’s eyes, and a series of kisses followed the end of his eyes to his ears.

    He grabbed Cyril’s soft earlobe and mumbled, his voice hoarse, like a low-pitched cello.

    “You’re not as beautiful as you are.”