After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Although Cyril was a little sorry, he couldn't miss such a good opportunity to learn time magic.

After practicing over and over again, Cyril seemed to have finally figured out a trick, and for the first time successfully cast this time-reversing magic.

It's just that, this time, there seemed to be some obvious wrinkles around the corners of the eyes of the wizard apprentice wrapped in the vine cocoon, and the original unruly red hair of the other party turned white.

"This is?"

Cyril blinked his eyes, and looked at Mr. Scott beside him full of curiosity.

The corners of Brian's mouth curled up slightly, and he said lightly, "It's just a little aftereffect. After all, he used illusion and space transfer at the same time, and he is somewhat intolerant of time magic."

Seeing the complicated look on Cyril's face, Brian paused, and continued: "Don't worry, time will heal what's wrong."

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

On the other side, the wizard apprentice who finally found out that he no longer had to be backtracked breathed a sigh of relief.

While cursing in his heart, he continued to walk forward.

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 decades-old face and hair, his hand trembling slightly as he held his wand.

Grass!

In each of his white hairs, none of the pair of dogs and men are innocent!

Cyril estimated the huge scope of this trial secret realm, and took the chief gentleman beside him to get on the vehicle.

The undead carriage he summoned was not comparable to Mr. Scott's luxury car with a universe inside, but it freed his legs anyway.

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

The staff of the Wizards Union told the wizard apprentices before: There are abundant resources in this trial secret realm, and it is even possible to find the remains of ancient wizards.

Cyril had thought about it before.

It was too inefficient to "kill" the wizard apprentices one by one in the first few days. It is better to wait until later to "kill" those wizard apprentices who have accumulated a lot of points.

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

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

Just as Cyril was discussing his plan with Mr. Scott, he caught a glimpse of several wizard apprentices in front of him from the corner of his vision.

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

The other party's reaction was also extremely quick.

A series of colorful curses hit the face, and all of them fell on the water curtain curse.

Following the movements of these wizard apprentices, their faces were revealed.

Cyril narrowed his eyes, feeling that these people looked familiar.

"It's you!"

One of the tall and thin wizard apprentices stared wide-eyed, and squeezed out this sentence through gritted teeth.

"We won't let you go this time!"

While frantically casting protective spells on himself, the wizard apprentice took out enchanted weapons and threw them at Cyril.

Cyril instantly summoned flying skeleton birds, which accurately blocked the attacks of these enchanted weapons.

While waving his wand, he learned and used it flexibly, like the wizard apprentice before him, and began to construct the illusion.

Although it took a little time, these apprentice wizards all fell into Cyril's illusion, and nothing was wrong.

Seeing them attacking wildly in the exact opposite direction, Cyril bent his eyes and began to think about who these people were.

"You know them?"

Brian twirled the tail ring on his finger, and asked seemingly unintentionally, with a very natural tone.

Cyril shook his head.

Since he discovered the "anchor" left by the abyssal creature two years ago, he has been traveling with Mr. Scott outside the academy.

Since Mr. Scott didn't know them, it must have happened earlier.

Suddenly, the scene of him going to the underground market of the floating city flashed through Cyril's mind a long time ago, and he remembered who these people were.

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

Seeing the sudden realization on Cyril's face, Brian gave a low laugh.

He stretched out his hand a little bit uncontrollably, and gently rubbed the center of Cyril's brow.

It is neither light nor heavy, just brushing it away, as if casually brushing away a little dust that fell on it.

"Are they related to that black market you visited two years ago?"

Brian said slowly.

He quietly twirled the fingertips that had just brushed between Cyril's brows, as if he was savoring the touch of Little Rose's white and tender skin.

That time, he felt the fluctuation of the rose necklace on Cyril's body, so he set out the other party's itinerary for the day without any trace.

Brian guessed that some dark wizard in the black market was coveting Cyril, which caused fluctuations in the rose necklace.

He casually mentioned it to the "Dark Wizard Apprehension Office" of the Wizarding Union.

It just so happened that due to the reappearance of the traces of the abyss, the Wizards Union was extremely sensitive to the traces of the dark wizards, and secretly sent people to lurk in the black market.

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

Cyril nodded when he heard the words, and recalled that the reason why 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 avoiding 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 gaze swept over several wizard apprentices who were still outputting madly in the illusion not far away.

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

The movement of the wizard apprentice suddenly slowed down, as if his attention was 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 talking about the S-level wizards of our Snowbog Wizarding Academy. The name of the apprentice does not match the real name?"

His black and white apricot eyes are filled with words—with all due respect, we, Chief Scott, just beeped are hot chickens!

Coming out of the memory of this wizard apprentice, Brian looked at Cyril with deep eyes, black and golden in his dark blue eyes for an instant.

His gaze was straightforward and caring, as if a powerful hunter was bound to capture the small prey he set his sights on.

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

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

The skeleton rider intuitively drove the carriage again.

Cyril looked down at the points on his bracelet, which showed the number "6".

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

It feels so good to get something for nothing!

Cyril lowered his head and lowered his eyes, admiring the newly released 6 points on his bracelet.

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

I really want to lock up Little Rose...

Locked in his carefully crafted cage, so that he can only look at himself every day, shaking the delicate petals, 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 sultry tenderness, like the intimate whispers between lovers.

"...?"

Hearing Mr. Scott's whisper-like voice, Cyril turned his head sideways, with a questioning look in his eyes.

When Cyril raised his head, Brian had resumed his usual elegant and calm posture, his eyes behind the monocle were deep and charming.

His smile was somewhat meaningful.

"I mean, that big patch of lavender out front isn't as pretty as the rose garden."

Brian nodded slightly and said unhurriedly.

Cyril followed the other party's line of sight and looked forward.

Large tracts of lavender are in full bloom, forming a sea of ​​purple flowers, which is so beautiful.

As the breeze blows, the entire sea of ​​lavender flowers looks like deep and shallow purple waves, undulating layer by layer, romantic and pure.

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

There is no way here.

Cyril was considering whether to bypass here.

A large field of lavender in front of the carriage seems to have heard the news of the visitor, and opened up a path that only accommodates the skeleton carriage.

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

But he thought about it again, Mr. Scott stayed by his side all the time, even if it took a little risk, it didn't matter.

Cyril rolled his eyes, and quietly glanced at his side as if casually.

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

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

It is obviously an extremely simple movement, but for no reason, it gives people an aura of ease and control of the overall situation.

Even, Cyril could feel a faint decisiveness of killing.

Cyril felt as if someone had suddenly pinched his heart, and the aroma from the tip of his nose made his throat dry and itchy.

He retracted his gaze, and steered the carriage onto the road amidst the sea of ​​lavender flowers.