After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril's smile gradually disappeared.

Did he hear it right?

What Mr. Scott said was going to the "s" level secret place?

The most dangerous S-level secret realm that the professor emphasized many times in class?

Apparently, the little wizard who was in charge of reception by the Secret Lands Agency was also taken aback when he heard this.

He looked hesitantly at Brian and Cyril beside him, and indeed they were the only two of them.

At any rate, he is also a receptionist who has seen big wind and waves. It is not that he has not received wizards and wizard apprentices from S-level secret realms in the past.

However, most people who go to S-level secret realms usually travel in groups of five, six, seven or eight people.

The little wizard from the Secret Realm Agency thought in his heart, going to an S-level secret realm is not just about being handsome!

Don't go in with a handsome face and come out with tears and blood on your face.

Do you know why the Medical Department is opposite the Secret Service!This was established in response to the needs of the majority of wizards.

"Are you sure you want to go to the newly discovered S-class secret realm labeled '99'?"

The little wizard confirmed again.

Cyril stood aside and looked at Mr. Scott anxiously, hoping that he would think carefully again.

However, the other side looked calm and nodded lightly.

He looks so calm and relaxed as if he just added a plate of dessert to his order.

Cyril took a deep breath, and sighed quietly in his heart: He underestimated Mr. Scott's strength.

"Okay, then please follow me."

The little wizard nodded. Seeing Brian's determined look, he stopped persuading them.

"This '99' secret realm has just been incorporated. In order to encourage wizards and wizard apprentices to explore, we will provide long-distance teleportation wizard arrays for free for the first three months without charging any fees."

As he spoke, he closed the door.

The little wizard locked the door, hung a sign of "Leave temporarily, come back soon" on the door of the Agency of Secrets, and then led Cyril and the two to the end of the corridor.

This promenade looks very grand, and you can't see the end at a glance.

On both sides of the corridor are identical brass gates with different numbers marked on them.

"97,98, 99, [-]! Ah! Here it is."

The little wizard stood still in front of one of the doors, and then he took out a very small brass key from the wide pocket of the wizard robe, only the size of a fingernail.

Cyril glanced at the huge door lock, it doesn't match at all, doesn't it?

He was a little curious whether the staff member had taken the wrong key.

However, this brass key is not an ordinary key, but a product of alchemy.

After the little wizard inserted it into the lock, the shape of the key began to change.

It swelled rapidly, and the originally smooth and smooth edges also flowed and became uneven, just enough to fit the door lock.

The little wizard twisted the key in his hand slightly, and the door opened.

"Come in, you two. Good luck!"

He pointed to the inside of the dark door, and grinned at Cyril and the others.

"Thank you."

Cyril nodded at him, then looked up at Mr. Scott.

It was pitch black inside the door, and nothing could be seen.

Brian lowered his eyes to meet Cyril's eyes full of novelty, and gave a low laugh.

His hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and naturally held Cyril's hand.

Cyril felt the other's bony hands wrapped around his fingers.

Then, his slender fingers inserted between his fingers in an undeniable gesture, and his fingers interlocked.

Cyril was slightly taken aback.

The warm touch spread from the fingers, getting hotter and hotter, as if tiny sparks were rubbing against each other.

Brian led Cyril and walked into the door.

When he first took the first step, Cyril didn't feel much, the same as when he walked on ordinary ground before.

However, when he stepped into the door with both feet and stood there, a sudden feeling of stepping into the air made his heart skip a beat.

Cyril felt as if he was stuck in the void, without any landing point.

The surroundings are densely black, and nothing can be seen, only the hands of the two holding each other are particularly clear to the touch.

Those hands were his only anchor in the unfamiliar environment.

Although the moment seemed long, it was only a few seconds.

Cyril's vision became clear, from overwhelming black to overwhelming white.

Surrounded by ice and snow, they are standing on a huge ice.

Through the ice surface, one can vaguely see the pattern of the witch formation under the ice layer.

At the same time, a bone-deep cold quickly engulfed Cyril.

The cold air clamored into the pores all-pervasively, making people shiver with cold.

The air he exhaled turned into white smoke.

Cyril was about to take out his wand and cast a warming spell on himself, when he saw Mr. Scott reach out and tap his forehead. The next moment, a warm current enveloped him immediately, dispelling the chill all around him. Even the soles of the feet are warm.

It's not just a warming spell, but it's even better!

Cyril immediately thanked Mr. Scott.

Afterwards, he saw the other party take out the pure white, crystal-clear keel wand.

He summoned a skeleton man, then muttered a spell and waved his wand.

As the spell was chanted, the flesh and blood of the skeleton man began to grow rapidly.

After a while, the original gloomy white bones turned into a tall and thin young man.

This is?

Back to life?

Cyril pupil earthquake.

The tall, thin man had a mop of gray hair.

His chin was covered with cyan stubble, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days.

He was wearing a robe that looked like some kind of strange animal leather, and the various mottled patterns on it were very eye-catching.

Cyril stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of him that turned him into a living person.

At any rate, he had also learned undead magic for nearly a year, so he could tell that the tall and thin man in front of him no longer belonged to the category of undead.

Who is this man?

"Hey, we meet again, both of you."

As soon as Erlanger opened his mouth, he sneezed.

He immediately cast a warming spell on himself.

After all, he looked at Brian, stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the great necromancer planned to play in a vest.

Tsk tsk tsk, is this the fun between lovers?

Erlanger then looked at Cyril without any trace, and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm Steinbeck Erlanger."

Cyril also smiled at him friendly, his almond eyes curved.

"Hi, I'm Cyril Lawrence."

Brian glanced at Erlanger lightly, with a little impatience in his eyes.

"Location."

He said succinctly.

The deep voice is even colder in this icy world, like an undercurrent under the ice.

"Right now, right away."

Erlanger hurriedly looked back at Cyril.

While feeling in his heart that it was not easy for him to work illegally, he took out a thin brass stick that was only as long as a thumb.

He put both hands on the two ends of the small brass stick, then pulled it lightly, stretching it to the length of his forearm, and then waved it in satisfaction.

Then, Erlanger lowered his head to search carefully on his robe, and then tapped a certain pattern of his robe with a long brass stick, muttering some spell in his mouth.

The next moment, a small brass object in the shape of a small bee fell into the palm of his hand.

It was only then that Cyril realized that this retractable thing was actually a brass wand.

And this Mr. Erlanger's robe is actually a kind of equipment similar to a storage bag.

His eyes lit up, it is possible that this Mr. Erlanger is proficient in alchemy.

Cyril watched with interest as Erlanger tapped the little brass bee again with his wand, and then the thing began to flap its wings and fly.

"It's all right, let's go with it."

Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief.

It took him a lot of work to finally fix this thing - this is the abyss detection bee that he fiddled with during his previous research.

Erlanger took a few steps, and suddenly thought of reminding Brian to remember to restrain his powerful magic power and spiritual power after leaving the range of the teleportation array, and not to startle the snake.

But he felt it, and found that the other party was ready early, and at this moment he looked like an ordinary wizard apprentice.

Erlanger glanced quietly at Cyril again.

It seems that this great necromancer is unexpectedly interested in this little cutie.

The three of them followed behind the brass bee, left the thick ice that the Secret Realm Agency had set up a teleportation array, and walked in the direction the little bee was flying.

Cyril vaguely noticed that Mr. Scott and Mr. Erlanger seemed to have clear goals, and they seemed to be looking for something in this secret realm.

However, he didn't ask any questions, he just obediently walked beside Mr. Scott while looking at the surrounding scenery.

This is an endless ice field.

From the occasional cracks in the ice, the clear water below can be seen, and the crystal clear water is like transparent jelly.

I don't know how long he walked, although Cyril didn't feel cold under the heat-preserving spell, his legs started to become limp, and he issued a strike warning.

Cyril's footsteps could not help but slow down.

Brian stopped almost at the moment when Cyril's speed changed.

He frowned, looked up at Erlanger, and asked, "How long?"

Swept by this cold gaze, Erlanger grimaced, his facial features wrinkled together.

"I do not know either……"

He subconsciously complained in his heart: "You have to ask the little bee."

Erlanger caught a glimpse of the other party as if he wanted to summon the carriage, but when he realized that the abyss was very sensitive to undead magic using dark elements, he hurriedly stopped Brian: "Wait, wait, let me do it!"

He took a handful of small red fruits from his robe again, placed them on the ice field, and then kept looking in all directions.

There is movement!

Cyril keenly heard the sound of something running.

He looked at the source of the sound, and found that there were more than a dozen snow wolves galloping towards their position, their running postures were neat and unrestrained, and they were extremely handsome.

They ran together in a row, like a galloping white wave.

Cyril blinked and clenched the wand in his hand.

These snow wolves are much taller and mightier than the ones that Nicholas Cavendish summoned in the arena.

At this time, Erlanger picked up the small red fruit on the ground calmly and held it in his hand.

Following the smell, the snow wolves ran up to Erlanger, and stood obediently, like obedient puppies.

"There are so many here, that's just right, we each choose three..."

Erlanger was about to say something when he suddenly got a shock and swallowed the next words.

"Ahem, choose one of the two."

He cleared his throat and handed a red fruit to Brian.

"Look, which one do you like?"

Brian looked at Cyril and raised his eyebrows, motioning him to choose a snow wolf.

Cyril immediately understood that this was the wolf, the means of transportation that Mr. Scott found for himself.

His heart warmed up, and he pinched his fingertips subconsciously, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

Cyril looked up at these ferocious beasts.

The snow wolf in the secret realm is huge, nearly two meters long, and very strong.

Their fur is very beautiful, it is snow white without impurities, and it is cleaner and more translucent than the color of the ice layer under their feet.

Cyril looked left and right, and suddenly caught sight of one of the snow wolves.

The other party's beautiful black eyes are dotted on its fluffy face, like two clear black gemstones, which look cute.

Cyril blinked, turned his head and looked at Mr. Scott to indicate that he had already chosen.

Brian nodded and walked over slowly.

He pinched the little red fruit with his slender fingertips, and shook it in front of the snow wolf's nose.

Cyril only felt that the snow wolf's small eyes became brighter, and it seemed that it was trying to restrain itself from wagging its tail.

Brian tossed the little red fruit into the sky, and the huge snow wolf jumped up nimbly.

It opened its mouth wide, and let the little red fruit fall into its own mouth accurately.

After swallowing this little red fruit, this snow wolf seemed to look even more mighty and majestic.

This little red fruit is really amazing!

Cyril sighed.

If the system is there, it can be identified what it is.

Thinking that the system hadn't come back yet, Cyril couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

Just as he was still immersed in his worries about the system, he was suddenly picked up—Mr. Scott took his waist and sat on Snow Wolf's back.

When he came back to his senses, he twisted his body and fell backwards as if he couldn't sit still.

Cyril's whole body seemed to be retracted into Brian's arms, and the movements of the two seemed very intimate.

The corner of Brian's mouth was slightly raised, feeling Cyril's body temperature continuously coming from the place where the two bodies were attached.

He put an arm around Cyril's waist.

Erlanger watched the actions of the two of them, couldn't help but "tsk" in his heart, and shook his head slightly.

Hey, it's clearly the activity of three people, but he doesn't have a name.

Erlanger randomly picked a tall and strong snow wolf and turned on it.

He fed the snow wolf a small red fruit, and carefully collected the other small red fruits.

The rest of the snow wolves left dejectedly when they saw that they failed to compete for the post.

So, they rode the two snow wolves towards the direction of the little brass bee.

The snow wolf's long fur is thick and soft, and it is not uncomfortable to sit on.

It's just that because they run too fast, the cold wind blowing up between their movements hits them head-on.

Brian put the hood on Cyril's wizard robe with his other hand, and the hood immediately covered half of Cyril's face.

When they encountered a relatively wide crack in the ice layer, the snow wolves jumped up and jumped over the gap like a small glacier.

Cyril's entire body was also brought backwards, but Brian wrapped his waist firmly around his waist to keep him in place.

His head was resting on Cyril's shoulder, and his warm breath was on his chin.

Cyril sat on the back of the snow wolf that was running fast, afraid that he would fall if he was not careful, so he didn't dare to move at all.

I had to let Mr. Scott maintain this posture.

He felt that his mind was also filled with ice and snow, unable to think.

"Look down."

Brian whispered next to Cyril's ear, and his magnetic voice penetrated into Cyril's ear.

Cyril looked down.

Under the crystal-clear ice under Snow Wolf's feet revealed a bit of dark blue, which seemed to be still swaying and swimming.

Cyril's eyes widened. This is... a fish?

This big fish swimming under the ice is very fast, almost as fast as a snow wolf.

Therefore, Cyril can see its translucent body clearly, and even vaguely see the organs in its body.

Suddenly, the big fish speeded up and flew far away.

Cyril's eyes followed it and looked forward, and saw this big fish jumping out of the water not far from the gap in the next ice layer.

The entire body of the fish showed beautiful lines in the air, and also brought out a string of water splashes, which was extremely aggressive.

"Want it or not?"

Seeing Cyril staring at the ice fish with burning eyes, Brian asked.

However, at this moment, Erlanger chanted a spell, and the brass wand pointed precisely at the big fish.

The translucent fish seemed to be sucked into a strange pattern on his robe.

"Hahaha, such a big ice fish, I earned it!"

Erlanger smiled brightly.

He smiled and suddenly felt a sharp gaze from his back.

Erlanger froze, suddenly realizing that he might have spoiled someone's good deed.

However, he felt that he could still try to save it.

"Ahem, by the way, this is the first time I've met Lawrence, and I haven't prepared any greeting gifts for you, so I'll give you this ice fish."

Erlanger said quickly and anxiously: "I'll save it for you first, and remember to remind me when you go out. This is a good thing, a very rare and precious potion raw material. Even if it is used directly for consumption, it is also very good , It is very good for the growth of mental power and magic power."

After he finished speaking, Erlanger breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the indifferent gaze behind him finally disappear.

With the passage of time, the distance is no longer a barren ice field, but gradually undulating, and many high and low icebergs appear in the field of vision.

The scenery has also become more abundant, and Cyril seems to have seen some small snow-white animals in a flash.

After a while, a forest covered with snow appeared in front of my eyes.

The snow wolves stopped at the edge of the forest. Their huge bodies were not suitable for shuttling through the forest.

So the three of them got off Snow Wolf.

Cyril reached out and touched the snow wolves that had been running for so long, watching them turn around and leave.

The dense forest is covered with thick snowflakes, as if everything is covered with a white quilt.

The little brass bee is still dutifully acting as a guide in front.

After they walked for a while, the sky suddenly darkened, and it began to snow heavily.

Pieces of snowflakes are like falling catkins, swirling in the air.

A few fluffy snowflakes fell on Cyril's eyelashes.

The little white on his slender and curly eyelashes is particularly eye-catching, like snowflakes on the fragile butterfly wings.

Brian glanced at this scene from the corner of his eye, paused, and his eyes flickered slightly.

He stopped and reached out to grab Cyril.

Cyril raised his head slightly, his clear almond eyes flashed with puzzlement.

"Ugh?"

He uttered a syllable in doubt, and his crisp voice became softer in the vast snow, which made people feel itchy.

Brian's Adam's apple rolled.

He didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand, and gently tapped Little Rose's eyelashes with his slender fingers, wiping away the snowflakes that fell on them.

The cold snow touched his warm fingertips, he struggled a bit, but was still unstoppably melted by the temperature, leaving behind a small spot of crystal clear water.

Obviously, the two of them didn't have any aggressive actions, but the atmosphere that didn't allow outsiders to penetrate made Erlanger's teeth sour.

He looked indifferent: How about letting this snow bury me and add to the fun for you husband and wife!