After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The rest of the time was spent in Cyril's life of doubt.

The scene outside the carriage can be seen through the glazed windows of the living room.

Cyril looked out the window and found that they had arrived in Philadelphia.

He retracted his gaze and glanced at the wall clock by the fireplace, only an hour had passed.

He remembered that he and the trader Donald took an ordinary carriage, and it took more than four hours from the small town of Cotswood to Philadelphia.

And Joseph's steam carriage is obviously much faster.

Cyril believed that if it wasn't for taking care of Joseph's steam carriage, Mr. Scott's wizard carriage would definitely be much faster.

After another 10 minutes, they drove into the heavily guarded lord's mansion.

There is a whole line of knights guarding the gate of Earl Abraham's mansion.

Joseph pulled out the pass that had been granted to him by the Earl of Abraham (a brass medallion intricately engraved with the family crest), and the knights let them pass.

Cyril looked at the tall and well-dressed knights outside the window who were trying to hide their panic expressions when they saw this strange skeleton carriage, and suddenly realized that the novelty and surprise he showed at the beginning were not a little different unusual.

He quietly glanced at Mr. Scott, who was still closing his eyes and seemed to be indifferent to the situation outside the car, and he was relieved again.

The mansion of Earl Abraham was very large.

Their carriage was driving on this wide and neat avenue right in the middle.

The road leads straight to the main building of the mansion ahead.

On both sides of the road, there are open and flat green lawns extending to both sides, and the shrubs at the edge are neat and trimmed into romantic waves.

The bushes are dotted with large golden-red flowers in full bloom.

About the middle of the road, there is a large circular fountain.

Inside the fountain surrounded by smooth marble is a running brass machine. The water flow in the fountain pool is pushed into the air by this machine, forming a beautiful arc of water flow.

There is also a tall statue of the goddess of light in front of the fountain.

This is much more exquisite than the statue of the Goddess of Light in the square of Cotswood Town. The dust-free statue of the Goddess is obviously wiped carefully by hardworking servants morning and night.

The texture looks like delicate ivory.

The main building of the mansion is also exceptionally magnificent.

They got out of the carriage and entered through the arch, and saw the magnificent hall.

The tiled floor in the hall is light and bright.

The high ceilings are brilliant with crystal chandeliers and the walls are decorated with large, rich oil paintings.

A servant had already reported to the lord that the Lord Wizard was coming, and Earl Abraham came to greet them in person.

The earl was a shrewd and hale old man.

His eyes fell on Brian accurately in the group, and he immediately became respectful.

***

In the evening, Cyril had his first big meal since time travel.

The gorgeous long table was filled with food in various ways that he had never seen before.

There are more than a dozen different styles of sauces in the row of small containers at his hand.

Fortunately, Mr. Scott looked like a more cold noble wizard in front of the earl. After the basic politeness, Earl Abraham hesitated to speak, but after all, he did not disturb the wizard and his friends during dinner. Little apprentices dine.

Cyril was able to enjoy the food wholeheartedly.

The bone-in steak is fried to a golden brown and crispy, and the beef is coated with finely ground white bread crumbs, and it becomes golden after frying.

The taste of the entrance is fresh, tender and smooth, and it is extremely delicious.

The fine brandy has been poured into exquisite goblets by the attendants.

Cyril took a sip of the brandy cautiously, and found that he still prefers the sweet chocolate milk on the side.

The melted chocolate is not greasy at all, mixed with the milky aroma of milk, giving people a very satisfying taste.

He then went to taste the fragrant pork knuckle.

After the marinated pork knuckle is roasted over charcoal fire, the golden skin reveals a bright orange red, and a layer of clear and crystal clear sesame oil shines on it.

Bite into the crispy but not dry skin, full of chewiness.

It is also delicious with mustard and chili sauce.

Cyril tried the rest of venison, mutton, sandpiper, snipe, quail, foie gras, etc. one by one, all of which had unique flavors.

He tasted these delicious foods gracefully but quickly, his cheeks bulging slightly, and his big almond eyes narrowed in satisfaction, like a cute little rabbit.

Brian glanced at the little guy who was eating happily.

For some reason, I feel like I have more appetite all of a sudden.

He watched as Cyril finished eating the almond ice cream, the circle of cream around his mouth, the tip of his tongue touching the roof of his mouth, and the end of his charming peach blossom eyes raised.

Enjoy the last supper, Brian gave a low laugh.

Earl Abraham waited very patiently until both of them had put down their knives and forks (he was a little stunned to see the thin Cyril eating), then he cleared his throat and said respectfully: "I don't know if it's convenient for you to invite me." Mr. Cotter, is there any of my ineffective descendants who are honored to have the talent of wizards?"

He was euphemistically asking if Brian could bring back some reserve wizard apprentices this time.

As an earl, Lord Abraham knew better than other commoners.

He knew that there were many wizarding academies in the wizarding continent, and they would recruit students from other continents every three years.

Three years ago, he had inquired about a master wizard staying in the capital, and hurriedly sent a group of younger generations of the family to the capital for testing.

Sadly, however, no one passed.

This really made Earl Abraham uneasy.

If an aristocratic family does not have a powerful wizard to support it for a long time, then other aristocrats will be like the hyena who smells fishy and divide up all the ancestral property!

This is the ugly atmosphere formed after the vague war more than 100 years ago!

It seems that some court prophets believe that the war will inevitably sweep back.

The nobles of the royal capital began to tear their faces apart, setting off a frenzy of carve-up, taking the lead in occupying the properties of the small nobles who did not have the support of extraordinary forces.

The queen did not order to stop it, it seemed that she secretly acquiesced in this behavior.

The status of mistresses and illegitimate children has improved, and the order of the nobility has also begun a new round of reshuffle.

Thinking of this, Earl Abraham sighed.

He only hopes that the younger generations of the family will improve their spiritual power in three years.

And those juniors who were too young at that time (must be 14 years old to be tested), I hope they will have the opportunity to enter the wizarding continent this time.

Earl Abraham came back from the flash of thoughts, and saw the wizard looking at him with a polite smile.

The wizard's eyes were deep, like fine wine that had been kept in a wine cellar for a long time.

He was clearly smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was bitingly cold.

Earl Abraham's heart skipped a beat, his whole body felt cold and gloomy, and he hurriedly made a respectful gesture of listening attentively.

Brian glanced lightly at Earl Abraham and guessed what was going on in his mind.

It is nothing more than the unscrupulous scrambling among the nobles.

noble.

ridiculous.

However, Brian still nodded reservedly and gracefully, and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course, my dear sir. This is why I came here this time."

His tone was slow, with a touch of arias used by nobles.

"The Wizarding Academy needs cute newcomers."

A small laugh escaped Brian's throat.

Of course, these innocent and ignorant lambs are needed to provide nourishment for the Wizarding Continent.

He glanced at Earl Abraham, who was relieved, and said in a silky and calm tone, "Please call everyone over tomorrow, I can't stay for long."

Earl Abraham nodded quickly, "Don't worry! I'll inform the nobles of Philadelphia right away!".

He happily raised his glass to thank Brian.

"Praise be to your generosity!"

Brian also raised his glass to signal to the earl.

He gave a false smile.

The curve of the corner of the mouth couldn't be more elegant.

***

After dinner, they were arranged to rest in the two most luxurious rooms of the lord's mansion.

At night, the moonlight outside the window is like water.

Cyril was sleeping soundly, breathing softly and long.

The boy's sleeping face was extraordinarily docile and well-behaved, like a pretty little rose gathering its delicate petals.

The bed in this luxurious room is so soft, like the finest velvet, you can't wait to fall into a sweet sleep as soon as you touch the pillow.

Beside Cyril's bed, a man who shouldn't be here suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

No sound, no sound.

There was a trace of hidden excitement and obsession in Brian's eyes, and he looked at Cyril on the bed with impunity.

At this moment, he didn't put on his monocle, as if he had torn off the gentleman's coat.

His slender fingers rubbed down along Cyril's fair cheeks, and his cold fingertips gently rubbed against Cyril's smooth skin.

He seemed to see the graceful skull resting quietly under the flesh and blood.

"It's really beautiful!"

Brian's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

His hand slid across Cyril's slender neck and his delicate and straight collarbone, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's bound to be a perfect skeleton."

Satisfied, Brian raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

At this time, in the transparent air, it seemed that there was a conscientious and well-trained servant undressing the sleeping delicate little master.

The servant's movements were light and soft, and without making any sound, he took off all the expensive silk nightgowns, revealing the white and delicate skin inside.

Brian's eyes traced Cyril's body inch by inch.

His gaze is like a flexible and smooth snake letter, bit by bit opening the outer flesh.

His focused eyes fell on Cyril's beautiful calf line and ankle bone, and he let out another low admiration.

Brian tilted his head admiringly for a while.

It seems that a picky chef has obtained a rare ingredient and is thinking about where to start and how to cook it in order to craft his most satisfying work.

The little snake Green, nestled next to Cyril's pillow, was sensitively aware of something from the moment Brian arrived.

The moment he saw Brian, if snakes had hairs, Green's hairs would stand on end.

He felt that his sleeping master seemed to be in big trouble!

It twisted its body and rubbed against Cyril with its slender body.

Green spit out the scarlet snake letter, licked Cyril's warm skin, and made a frightening sound of "sizzling", trying to wake him up.

However, Cyril fell into a sweet dream that would not wake up, still sleeping soundly, turning a deaf ear to everything that happened in the room.

Brian glanced at the little snake that was eating inside and out in his eyes. If it weren't for his recent self-cultivation and good mood, it wouldn't have a good end.

So he just clicked his tongue lightly and ignored the little snake Green.

The chef seemed to have finally decided on the cooking method, and he put his bony hands on Cyril's fair neck.

Just a little twist...

A secret excitement and desire to destroy swelled and boiled in his blood.

However, he did not close his slender fingers in the end.

Brian raised his eyebrows and stared at the little snake that climbed onto his fingertips, the product of the seventh alchemy experiment, the product of his most successful alchemy experiment so far.

Apart from recognizing someone else as the master, there is nothing wrong with it.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes met the blood red eyes of the little snake.

"You mean, when he matures, his bones will be more beautiful?"

Bryan squinted at the dark green snake that was rubbing its small head against his fingertips flatteringly, and gently tapped Cyril's fair neck with his slender fingers.

The little snake graciously twisted her body in agreement.

If Cyril saw its current posture, he would be amazed how a snake could express the meaning of "flattery" with its body.

"Here. There is some truth to that."

Brian thought of Cyril's naivety, stupidity, and ignorance of the wizarding world.

Like a little kitten jumping on the brink of danger without knowing it.

He was suddenly pleased.

It wouldn't hurt to let him live another two or three years.

Brian looked at Cyril's little face that hadn't grown up yet, and felt an inexplicable itch in his heart, as if he had been lightly stepped on by a kitten's pad.

He thought about what the skeleton would look like in three more years.

Brian's beautiful peach blossom eyes were raised up, like a child who finally found a novel toy, his eyes were full of interest.

"However, it's still a bit regrettable."

Brian raised his eyebrows, and put down his hand a little unwillingly.

He looked at Cyril's body again.

Then he buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, and the soft platinum hair hung on Cyril's fair skin.

Brian took a light breath over his delicate and beautiful collarbone, his deep eyes were unclear.

He straightened up again, scraped the tip of Cyril's small and delicate nose affectionately, and sighed softly: "Then, good night, my little bone."

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared into the room.

Cyril was still asleep, unaware.

The gorgeous silver embroidered curtain above his head quietly fell to the side of the bed, and the room was quiet, everything was as it was before Brian appeared.

Only the little snake Green knew what happened to the master who slept here tonight, and how he used his ingenuity to mediate with the big devil, so that the master escaped.

It proudly cocked its little tail, and flicked the tip of its tail on the soft pillow a few times, as if leaving a medal for its great achievements.

the next morning.

He didn't wake up from his deep sleep until the maid came to gently wake up Cyril.

Cyril glanced at the exquisite clock on the other side of the room.

It was already 10:30 in the morning.

He was a little surprised that he would sleep so deeply in a completely strange place.

That dream last night...

Cyril recalled what he dreamed in a daze last night, and involuntarily raised his hand to touch his neck and chest.

He was a little puzzled.

Why did I suddenly dream that I was bitten by a dog? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Cyril: Why did I dream that I was bitten by a dog last night? ? ?

Green: Be confident and remove the "dream"!

Brian:?