To Burris The Spellcaster And His Family Dependent - Chapter 72

“How about, know him?” The barmaid stood at the door of the guest room.

“Apprentice Kreve” looked at the blond elf sleeping on the bed, feeling a little confused for a while. He has never seen this fairy, but the look of the fairy is indeed familiar…

There are still a lot of things to be busy in the tavern, and the waitress can’t stay here all the time. Just so, Burris offered to leave to look after the elf.

Before leaving, the young girl couldn’t help but glanced hard at the elf, her face was full of regrets that “I can’t be the first person he saw when he woke up”.

Burris recalled all the elves he had known all his life:

The first is the priest of the **** of fertility Airuben, who used to purify the gem forest. The elf was thinner, his face was paler, his facial features were not as perfect as the one on the bed, and now he should be lying in his old home in the forest, and would not have the strength to run to Holly Village.

The second is a student named Luge. Now she lives on the border of Shuhai and runs a workshop for purifying magic materials. She is a female student, and the elf on the bed is obviously a male.

The third one is Grindil, who teaches on the Five Towers Peninsula. He is a half-elf, and the one on the bed looks like a Thoroughblood Sea Elf.

The fourth is the black pine, the fifth is Morvia… and there are a bunch of island elves who can’t be named.

Probably this comatose elf is indeed not among the “acquaintances”? Maybe he had only heard of Burris, or the two had a brief relationship… Burris stroked the elf’s forehead while thinking, and cast a probing spell.

Faint fluctuations of the necromancer system remained on the elves. There are no magic items in his belongings. This fluctuation may be because he has touched something or was attacked by a necromancer.

Then Burris lifted the elf’s quilt and held the elf’s hand-this hand is really slender and soft, a pair of hands suitable for learning to cast. There were faint scars on the elves’ fingers, as if they had been burned by some kind of medicine, and they had just recovered. The scars were on the back of the hand and the outside of the fingers, and the palm was clean. There were also a few such marks on his wrist and forearm, and there was no trauma on other parts of his body.

Burris completed the preliminary inspection and helped the elf re-fasten his clothes. At this moment, the elf frowned and hummed a few times, then suddenly opened his eyes.

“Don’t touch me!” the elf yelled, curling up in his quilt.

Burris froze in place, at a loss. After the two looked at each other for a while, the fear in the elf’s eyes faded a little. His reaction just now seemed to be subconscious, he didn’t even see who was in front of him.

The elf put down the quilt and looked at Burris carefully: “Sorry… I may have a nightmare. Did it scare you?”

A weird feeling arose in Burris’s heart, the accent and voice of this elf’s speech… it was just…

The elf rubbed his messy long hair: “What happened to me? Am I… drunk?”

“…Black Pine?” Burris’s voice trembled.

The blond elf blinked beautiful eyes and looked at him innocently.

“You, are you a black pine?” Burris asked, “Hey Pine Norhill, son of General Silverlight in the Sea of ​​Trees?”

The elf looked confused: “You… do you know me?”

Burris opened his mouth slightly, stepped back slowly, his back hit the low cabinet by the door, and the water glass on the cabinet almost tipped over.

Black pine? This is black pine? This is really black pine! No wonder he thinks this elf is strange and familiar!

He had never seen the original appearance of Heimong. He had been wearing a half-dead, clumsy makeup on his face since the first time he saw Heimong.

Now Burris understands what the scars are: Hei Song has tattoos on his fingers, back of hands, and forearms, which look like some evil runes, but in fact they are just decorative tattoos, meaningless… …Now that the tattoo has been removed in some way, the scars on the skin have not healed yet.

The black pine has not only been tattooed, but the hair has also been changed back to its original color. I have to admit that the current black pine looks very well-behaved, and its purity is probably ten higher than Tarina…

Think about it carefully. In the past, Black Pine would show this expression when he was frightened, but at that time he had artificial dark circles on his face, which made his eyes sharper.

Black Pine has not only changed its appearance, but its mental state is also somewhat abnormal. He had obviously seen “Apprentice Kreve”, and now he didn’t know the person in front of him.

He doesn’t remember what happened to him, where he came from, what to do here…

Burris realized something was strange. He pulled the chair, sat in front of the elf, and patiently began to communicate with him. The elf quickly put aside his guard against this gentle young man and began to describe his experience as clearly as possible.

The last thing Hei Song remembered was that he walked alone in the wet jungle. He was full of thoughts about going back to the south and looking for Burris, but he had no idea where to go or how to find it.

Before he knew it, he came to the north of Sargo, which seemed to be a small town in the territory of Prince Ranto… He didn’t remember how he entered the country. Many soldiers were interrogating him. He answered. He couldn’t remember himself What did you answer?

Later, he lay in a caravan with a few farmers and mercenaries, and one or two wandering entertainers. He felt that he had no money to pay the fare and did not know what to do. When he regained consciousness later, there was no one in the caravan, only him sitting in the driving position.

He tossed around in a daze, with a thought circling in his mind: Burris Gershaw, I have to find Burris Gershaw. That person is a mage, and seems to know me very well… I may be his student, or his friend or something. No, not a friend, it should be a student… No, who is Burris Gelshaw?

When he came back to his senses, Hei Song found himself curled up in front of “Kreve”, shaking like a child.

“Kreif” tapped his shoulder with one hand, muttering “It’s okay, it’s okay” in a soft voice, but his eyes gloomily looked out the window.

Heimatsu couldn’t help saying, “You remind me of…my mother…”

Burris’s wrist flicked, and the rhythm of patting people was chaotic: “Your mother?”

Hei Song misunderstood the mage’s question: “Is it strange? My recent memory is messy, but I remember very clearly what happened when I was young…”

You are a manifestation of senile dementia. Burris sighed, apparently Black Pine was not that old as an elf. I don’t know if he has contracted a strange disease, or has been attacked or cursed…If it is the latter, then the person who can hurt him should not be underestimated.

Although Heimatsu has a naive disposition, a strong look, a tragic aesthetic, and he does not want to make progress, he has a good grasp of adventure spells and has a very good ability to respond on the spot. It is still difficult for ordinary villains to hurt him.

Burris couldn’t help but think of the last time: the black pine was attacked in the forest, but fortunately there was no danger. When talking about this matter, the Bones Maharaja either interrupted or perfunctory. Burris saw that this matter had something to do with him, so he didn’t go into it any further.

After that, everything was calm, and Burris thought it was because the Maharaja had handled the related matters, so he left the matter behind. I don’t know if this incident is related to that attack. If it is really related, Burris will probably blame himself.

He thought, anyway, he must first bring the black pine back to the tower for an inspection. Even if he can’t find out the reason, he can still use the last resort-let the bone maharaja kiss the child, and it should be cured.

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Burris took the black pine and returned to the tower with a teleport spell. He didn’t want to ride in a carriage. In case the wizard was preset with a peeping spell, the normal way of movement would expose the route into the forest. Fortunately, Black Pine still remembers that he has learned magic, and will not make a fuss about teleportation.

It was windy in the afternoon, and the sky was gloomy, and there were endless howls faintly coming from the tower, mixed with the crying wind of the ghost…

The black pine is calm, holding Burris’ cloak tightly with one hand, and Burris is also a little frustrated: What’s the matter? What’s the sound in the tower? Is it a demon or a wolf monster? How could they break through the heavy protections outside the forest and the tower?

After a while, the howl turned into a crisp, loud bark… Now Burris is even more worried, why did Earl Herroff bark so badly? And one cry is worse than another…

Burris pushed the door in, and Count Hrolf just jumped down the spiral staircase. It barked at the black pine, so scared that the black pine dared not enter the door, after Burris made a stop gesture, although he put away his hostility, he did not sit as well as usual.

It walked anxiously a few times, whimpering in its throat. Burris felt tight: “Where is Lott?”

Count Hrolf ran up the spiral staircase and started howling at the height.

Burris pointed out the direction of the guest room on the first floor to Black Pine: “Go over there and rest, wait for me, don’t run around. If there is any need, Mr. Willis will take care of you.” After speaking, he waved. The house golem greeted him from the shadows.

Black Pine was confused, but nodded seriously. The various facilities in the tower made him feel a little kind, so even if he saw all kinds of strange runes and golems, he wouldn’t be too scared.

After watching the elf follow Mr. Willis into the promenade, Burris secretly sighed that this was really the most obedient for Black Pine, if he had been so well-behaved before.

Count Hrolf ran up several flights of stairs and began to bark hurriedly again. Burris stepped on the floating saucer and ascended to the tower attic.

The higher the elevation, the stiffer his fingertips, and when he reached the attic door, he was instantly cold from head to toe.

The door of the attic was open and the lock was broken. The room is not very big, you can see the head at a glance, there is no one in the room, but Count Hrolf is barking at one of the walls…that is the door to the large analytical circle.

Burris passed through the protection and melted into the wall. There is a circular carpet in the space inside the door, which is suspended in the air like a small island. Surrounded by magic circles with different halos, up and down, left and right, the circles operate by themselves according to preset orders, and from time to time there is a detailed report. Sound of mechanical gears.

The diameter of the carpet is only about ten steps, with a translucent fence around it, and a desk and a few commonly used instruments in the middle. Lott lay on the desk, his head resting on his arm, as if closing his eyes and resting.

Burris approached nervously and found that Lott was pressing the opened ancient book under his wrist. What he opened was the second half of the book, which is the part of “Ode Collection”. Burris didn’t know whether he opened it here at random or had read the previous part.

Lott’s breathing was normal, and he even sniffed and nunu’s mouth from time to time, which made Burris a little relieved. Burris pushed his shoulders, he didn’t move, and Burris called him again, and he continued to sleep soundly.

Several minutes passed, Lott couldn’t wake up. Burris wanted to cast a spell to check it, and raised his hands, but his fingers were shaking badly. He grabbed a section of the incantation chain in the air, changed the goal of analyzing the magic circle, and let the magic circle do a preliminary analysis for him.

One by one, Arcane runes appeared on the moonstone ball beside the desk, and then projected into Burris’ eyes. Before long, the magic circle gave the result.

Lotbald’s body is all normal, but he fell asleep, and the way of awakening is still unknown.