After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

On these scattered parchments, an owl is drawn on the top page, and next to it is written "Ten ways to eat a fat chicken with a round face".

This is exactly the same as what Cyril saw in the "Strange Creature Cooking Manual"... I can't say it has nothing to do with it.

Cyril suddenly understood why he found the name "Brewster" somewhat familiar.

On some recipes in the "Strange Creature Cookbook", the author also specially marked "Brewster especially likes this method", "Brewster eats it and says it's good" and other words.

Thinking of this, Cyril looked at the colorful owl again, and suddenly felt a lot more friendly.

Unexpectedly, this ancient wizard happened to be the master of his enlightenment reading.

"Well..."

The owl didn't notice the change in Cyril's eyes, it flapped its wings and flew to the side of the bookcase.

"Here are Brewster's manuscripts, and my diary."

Mentioning this, the owl is a little proud, it seems to have opened a box of memories, and began to chatter: "Brewster likes to tinker with all kinds of herbs, and also likes all kinds of dishes I make... His favorite is lavender, I Specially set the entrance of our hut as a sea of ​​lavender flowers..."

Cyril sorted out these manuscripts while listening to Tours Auger's memories.

On the other hand, Brian frowned, a little impatient expression appeared on his always calm and elegant face.

"Okay, Wizard Ogg, it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Brian said lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw Mr. Scott pull out a blank piece of parchment, and then pour some Mouse ink on it.

These Mous inks seemed to be tightly controlled by something, and they began to draw complex witch formations.

Brian snapped his fingers slowly.

I saw a ray of red light on Brewster's manuscript.

The red light then turned into a thin line, linking to the parchment on which the witch formation was drawn.

After a while, a rough map slowly appeared on the parchment.

The thin red line meandered and circled on the map, and finally stopped somewhere, turning into a small red dot.

"The last place he stayed was not in this trial secret realm."

Brian glanced at the map, waved his hand, and put it away.

Cyril looked at the owl curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Why hadn't Wizard Tulsi Auger gone to find Brewster himself?

Probably feeling Cyril's confusion, the owl turned sideways slightly, and whispered with some embarrassment: "Brewster doesn't allow me to find him... After I fall, this ray of will can only be stored in the cabin. Way to get out..."

"I see."

Cyril nodded, and continued: "However, we have to wait until the end of this grading trial before leaving the secret realm to find it."

He was about to ask how to communicate with Tours Auger later, when he saw the owl fly to a small potted plant on the desk.

This is a small colorful pot containing a green plant with oval leaves.

The leaves of this plant are wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, looking full of water, like chubby little claws.

"This is the teleportation, you can reach my cabin through it."

The owl looked at this small potted plant with a pair of black peas-like eyes, and the eyes were full of kindness.

"This is what I planted with Brewster."

"...Did you just provide a flower pot?"

Seeing this very distinctive aesthetic, Cyril couldn't help but complain.

However, the owl looked at him very relieved when he heard the words, and nodded in a serious manner. "I admire you very much, young man" was written on the fluffy round face.

Later, Tours Auger explained to them the usage and precautions of this teleportation item.

It was the first time for Cyril to see such a teleportation item that was said to require a huge amount of magical power to complete.

Cyril glanced at Mr. Scott beside him, and a kind of belated embarrassment enveloped his whole body.

At this time, they had left the cabin and returned to the original trial secret realm.

If it wasn't for the deep night overhead and the passage of time that proved that they spent a long time in the cabin, otherwise Cyril would think that everything that happened just now was an illusion in the sea of ​​lavender flowers.

Without the nagging old owl, the moment they returned to the world of the two of them again, the palpitating emotions that Cyril had suppressed before seemed to be reheated, and flowed out like melted butter. Can't hold back either.

His heart was beating wildly, and his heart was ups and downs.

Brian saw that Cyril lowered his eyes and said nothing, like a shy little rose that closed all its petals.

He hooked his lips lightly, and rubbed the fingertips hanging by his side lightly, calmly.

He is a cunning hunter, calm and unhurried, waiting for his lovely prey to walk into the trap by himself.

The night was quiet and very gentle.

A bright crescent moon and scattered bright stars hang on the sky, shining brightly.

The cool moonlight shrouded the vast sea of ​​flowers and the distant mountains and forests, and all the scenery seemed to be covered with a veil.

Even the breeze blowing across his cheeks became softer.

Probably because the night blurred each other's faces, Cyril thought to himself that Mr. Scott should not be able to see his flushed cheeks at this time.

He suddenly felt an indescribable courage.

"..."

Cyril tried to open his mouth, wanting to confirm something, but his throat felt dry as if he was being burned by the heat of his body.

He had to open his eyes wide and look at Mr. Scott.

Brian looked down at the clear eyes that were close at hand, shining like stars falling into the sky.

The slender eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly.

He felt as if he was being touched by a soft feather to the surface of the heart lake.

Slowly Brian moved closer, their foreheads almost touching.

Suddenly, a slight "cuckoo—" sound broke the ambiguous atmosphere here.

Cyril took two steps back as if he had just woken up from a dream, then looked at his stomach with a face full of shock, and embarrassedly picked out Barbie's dream mansion.

"hungry?"

Brian raised his eyebrows, and a smile slipped across his eyes.

Cyril tried hard to control the expression on his face, and nodded slightly.

"What to eat?"

Brian was still smiling lightly.

"I can do it..."

Cyril touched his nose shyly.

So, Mr. Zorro, whom he had not seen for a long time, reappeared and served the well-fried steak to the small round table created by Brian.

Comfortable chairs are placed on both sides of the table, and a delicate rose is inserted in a glass vase in the center of the table.

Cyril was in a delicate mood eating the delicious steak. The steak was tender, chewy and full of flavor.

Eat a few bites of steak, then scoop up a spoonful of orange-yellow sweet corn, try a golden fried egg and soft and delicious mashed potatoes.

The ice-cold freshly squeezed juice is filled in a transparent glass, which is refreshing and relieves greasy.

When Cyril was full and burped a little, Brian raised his hand and cleaned up the surroundings.

Interrupted by this delicious dinner, Cyril lost the courage he had worked so hard to muster before.

He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Why don't you exercise after eating?"

Brian gave him a playful look and nodded slightly in agreement.

Cyril immediately looked at the bracelet issued by the Wizarding Union on his wrist.

In order to facilitate mutual "killing" of wizard apprentices, the location of nearby wizard apprentices can be projected on the bracelet.

Cyril summoned the undead carriage again and headed towards the nearby wizard apprentice.

As if to cover up the panic in his heart, he began the ruthless behavior of harvesting heads.

There happened to be quite a few wizard apprentices around. This was Cyril's luck, and it was also the misfortune of other wizard apprentices.

Quick and precise spells sprang from the tip of his beautiful black wand, shattering the luck of many apprentice wizards.

Many wizard apprentices who had never suffered such a beating had their dreams shattered on the spot, suspecting that they had become lonely after studying magic for the past three years.

Maybe that's what fighting is like, the more you fight, the easier it is.

Seeing more and more points on the bracelet, Cyril felt the unpretentious and boring happiness of the strong.

He was halfway through the kill, and suddenly looked at Mr. Scott whose points were still at "0" with bright eyes. He tied up many wizard apprentices and handed them over to the opponent to complete the final blow.

Brian glanced at Cyril with a half-smile, his eyes were gentle, and he nodded in response.

Then he slowly raised his hand, and watched lightly as the bracelets of the wizard apprentices shattered and disappeared before his eyes.

Some wizard apprentices who were full of escape skills passed on the news that they were chased and killed by two senior wizard apprentices at night. Rumor has it that they tried their best to construct the image of the two great devil kings.

Cyril didn't know that he had created a myth invisibly and casually.

When he felt a little tired, he stopped.

Cyril's hair and wizard's robe were a little messy, and a little sweat covered his fair and smooth skin, shining brightly in the moonlight.

There seemed to be steam on his face, and there was an indescribable vitality in his whole body.

There are no wizard apprentices around here anymore, just the two of them, accompanied by the evening wind and moonlight.

The eyes of the two met, and the surrounding air suddenly became sticky again.

Cyril blinked and licked his lower lip involuntarily.

He was suddenly blessed, clenched his fists, raised his head slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Tonight's night is so beautiful..."

Cyril's heart was beating wildly.

He felt as if he was stepping on soft cotton, and he couldn't step on it.

The next moment, Cyril was forcefully pulled into a hot embrace.

Brian held Cyril by the back of the neck with one hand, and hugged him tightly with the other.

He kissed him hard and bit Cyril's lips.

From a taste, to a deep bone marrow.

Cyril was kissed until his bones were crisp and his head was dizzy.

The cotton under his feet turned into a fine and dense net, covering him overwhelmingly. He was imprisoned and restrained, but he was full of unspeakable satisfaction.

Brian licked away the tears overflowing from the corners of Cyril's eyes, and a series of kisses followed his eyes and fell to his ears.

He sucked Cyril's soft earlobe, and said vaguely, his voice was hoarse, like a low-pitched cello.

"It's not as beautiful as you."