After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Hearing Addison Morgan mention the "secret place", Cyril immediately recalled that the wizard Christina Black had introduced it in class.

Secret Realm refers to many mysterious areas on the Wizard Continent that contain rich resources.

Due to the extremely high concentration of magic elements in the special environment, many magical creatures and plants with spirituality were bred in the secret realm.

These things are essential raw materials for many magic researches. Collecting them can be traded to Wu Jing in the floating city.

Some lucky ones even accidentally discover the ruins of the ancient great wizard in the secret realm, and can get a lot of gifts from it.

When Cyril was in that class, he thought of Mr. Scott's hot spring bath that could enhance spiritual power. The other party said lightly at the time that it was obtained from the remains of an ancient wizard.

He was very envious.

Of course, the secret realm is not a safe place.

Entering the secret realm alone is a very dangerous thing, and wizard apprentices usually go to the secret realm together in groups.

The "Secret Lands Agency", a subsidiary organization of the Wizards Union, manages the known secret lands on the Wizarding Continent as a whole.

According to the information fed back by the early wizards after their explorations, the Secret Realm Agency classified these secret realms into grades from high to low in terms of security: S-level, A-level, B-level, C-level, and D-level.

In addition, each secret realm is not static, but dynamically changing.

Because of this, the number of herbal medicines or magical creatures that were worked so hard by apprentice wizards will not decrease sharply, but will maintain a state of fluctuating balance.

The Secret Agency encourages wizard apprentices to explore known secrets and provides them with a large and effective long-distance conversion wizard circle.

These witch formations can lead directly from the floating city to various secret realms.

However, there is a fee to be charged, and different fees are charged according to the distance of the secret realm.

For those unknown secret realms, the Wizards Union established the famous "Adventurer's Association".

The wizards of the Adventurer's Association are responsible for delivering news from explorers, offering rewards to independent wizards to explore unknown and dangerous places, and registering feedback information.

"We can't go to the dangerous secret realm to collect resources now, but maybe we can try a B-level secret realm. The resources in the B-level secret realm are more precious than those below the B-level secret realm. If everything goes well, we will be able to collect them soon A lot of witch crystals."

Addison Morgan tapped the notebook lightly with his pen.

He pushed his glasses and calmly analyzed:

"Although I have collected a lot of information, we'd better find an experienced wizard apprentice as the leader. After all, the secret realm is not only the students of our Snowbog Wizard Academy, but also the other six major wizard academy apprentice."

Paris Geller especially agreed, with an annoyed look on his face.

When he was in the grading trial of the wizard apprentice, he met a guy with a very gangster style, which made him itchy.

If they meet this time...they must let Cyril's skeleton soldiers show them some color!

Cyrillic:? ? ?

"I heard that wizard apprentices can also earn witch crystals by working in the floating city."

Warren said hesitantly.

"Yes."

Addison Morgan looked up at Warren and nodded.

He explained: "However, during the summer vacation, a large number of fresh wizard apprentices flood into the Floating Void City, and the salary during the holidays is much lower than usual."

Hey, this is really asking for wealth and wealth, Cyril said with emotion.

However, he is still very curious and looking forward to the secret realm.

In the travel notes that Cyril saw in the library before, the inventor of the "Water Curtain Curse" went to many magical places.

If he really went to the secret realm, with the help of the system, he should be able to get a good harvest.

The sun that has been shining brighter and brighter for many days has pushed the heat even more.

Midsummer seems to have touched the edge, quietly steaming the green and tender grass on the green grass to lethargy.

Cyril noticed that the roses in his dormitory also quietly closed their buds during the day, and hid the lovely pearl-red buds under the green leaves for sun protection.

In the slightly cooler night, the roses came out and bloomed again.

But the scorching sun had no effect on the snowy peaks surrounding the Snowbog College of Wizardry.

The blue sky is like washing, and in the sunshine, the white snow on the snow peak still shows no signs of melting, and the ice reflects the graceful brilliance like broken silver.

Staring at Xuefeng when I was restless during the review, my heart became calm.

Cyril's extracurricular tutoring has also temporarily stopped due to the final exam.

He intends to inform Mr. Scott of his decision to explore the secret land during the summer vacation, and intends to discuss with him how to arrange the courses in the future.

It was an unremarkable Monday night.

Cyril returned to the dormitory, took a cold shower, and went to bed just as he was about to read a book, but he heard a loud cracking sound from the next room.

It was loud and it sounded like a small explosion had gone off in Mr Scott's room.

Cyril felt that the walls and ceiling shook for a moment.

He jumped in his heart, and immediately ran to the door of Mr. Scott's room to knock on the door.

"Boom—boom——"

The crisp knock on the door was very clear in the night.

However, he did not hear back.

At this time, Mr. Scott's room was already quiet, and this quietness was like a cool breeze, which made Cyril feel a little cold for no reason.

Seeing that knocking on the door had no effect, Cyril frowned slightly.

Nothing happened to Mr. Scott, did he?

He suddenly thought of the small balcony connecting the two rooms, hurried back to his room and walked to the balcony.

Cyril walked to Mr. Scott's glass door next door.

The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight pours on the indoor floor through the glass door.

Cyril saw the slender figure of the man by the door, he was lazily leaning against the wall, his handsome face was mostly in the shadow, and he couldn't see clearly.

The moonlight outlines his perfect jaw line and handsome and well-proportioned figure, like the most perfect masterpiece of a sculptor.

Cyril had a vague glimpse of Mr. Scott not wearing his signature monocle, but revealing a pair of beautiful peach eyes that were usually hidden behind the glasses.

For a time, their eyes met.

The moment their eyes met, Cyril's eyelids trembled, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Shocking emotions were suppressed in Mr. Scott's eyes, like the sea where the storm has just subsided, and the surging waves and turbulent undercurrents that rolled a few minutes ago can still be glimpsed.

There was a kind of viciousness and tyranny in the other party's eyes that he had never seen before.

This aggressive gaze made one's scalp tingle.

Cyril quickly withdrew his gaze, looking at the glass door seemingly unintentionally.

He tilted his head and paused for a few seconds.

Mr. Scott's eyes...

If he read correctly, the other party's eyes just now seemed to be black that was so rich that it wanted to blend in with the shadows, instead of the elegant dark blue in his memory?

There is even a little golden color in the pupils, which is extraordinarily gorgeous, like a touch of gold powder falling into the thick black ink.

These eyes reminded Cyril of the Dean Brian he had met at the beginning of school.

The two pairs of eyes seemed to fit perfectly together...

The thought flashed through his mind.

But when Cyril wanted to dig out and distinguish his memory more clearly, Dean Brian's face in the memory seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, making him uncertain.

"Come in."

At this moment, Cyril heard Mr. Scott's deep voice.

He raised his eyes and saw that the other party nodded slightly towards him.

This is an ordinary and simple action, but the man in front of him is doing it with a sexy and provocative meaning.

Cyril felt as if his little heart had been gently pinched.

He pinched his fingertips involuntarily.

Cyril opened the glass door and walked gently into Mr. Scott's room.

Even though this room was only separated by a wall from the bedroom he was familiar with, Cyril had the illusion of stepping into the cave of a poisonous snake.

There was no light turned on in the room, only the clear moonlight outside, and the light was dim.

But Cyril could still see the broken things around him, as if he had experienced a tornado.

He resisted the urge to gasp.

Brian watched the boy walking slowly towards him with a full body of moonlight.

He is as cute and innocent as a little rose blooming in the night, delicate, translucent, and bright, and his seemingly disobedient temperament is skillfully blended together.

Brian turned the tail ring on his hand.

At this time, the scorching heat of the exquisite tail ring has dissipated, but the pain of whipping still remains on the body, and the brain has not yet recovered from the throbbing pain of soul tearing.

Brian knew that the most important thing he should do at this time was to quickly drink the damn holy product soul stabilizer, instead of letting Cyril approach him like this.

But the idea of ​​letting Little Rose approach him couldn't help hovering in his mind for a moment, a strange sense of excitement even overwhelmed the physical and mental pain.

Brian's eyes traced meticulously along Cyril's bright face unscrupulously.

His eyes slid from his slender eyelashes to the delicate tear mole, to the straight bridge of the nose, to the seductive lips.

There was also the neck that became whiter and whiter under the moonlight, which was so delicate that it seemed as if it would break if it was twisted.

The desire to destroy is like hot magma, surging in his heart.

There was an indescribable strength between Brian's brows.

Cyril felt that something was wrong with the other party now.

He is not like the elegant, restrained and easy-going head of the academy, but rather a dangerous and charming villain.

For such a change, Cyril did not find it abrupt, and even had a feeling that it was really so.

A long time ago, he felt that this handsome wizard had a kind of arrogance and arrogance that went against his gentlemanly appearance.

"Mr. Scott..."

Cyril spoke softly, his voice soft.

He was going to greet each other sincerely, expressing the concern for mutual help among roommates.

However, the man suddenly took a step forward at this moment. He bent down slightly, and pressed Cyril's slightly opened lips with his slender fingers.

Brian's cool fingers pressed against Cyril's soft lips, and his fingertips rubbed against his delicate lips intentionally or unintentionally.

Cyril's hand hanging by his side trembled undetectably.

In the next moment, a shadow was cast before his eyes.

Mr. Scott covered his eyes with his hands.