After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"I should have killed you last time."

Brian rubbed the wand in his hand and said slowly.

"I accidentally let you escape before, but this time you don't have such luck."

His eyes were full of thick black, like a deep mist under the night.

"Ah……"

The man in black panted heavily and laughed in a hoarse voice:

"If you kill me...you will never be able to restore your soul...after all...you are the most satisfying thing I created..."

Before he could finish speaking, he started to laugh weirdly, especially crazy, laughing as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

"My most satisfying..."

Before the man in black could finish his sentence, he was hit by a spell and fell straight to the ground, motionless.

Cyril's heart sank.

He stared at the other person's back for a moment, and lowered his eyelashes.

Cyril felt that his mind was in a mess now, and the information contained in the short conversation between the two made him flustered.

It's like peeling an onion that makes people want to cry, approaching the core of a secret layer by layer.

In the next moment, Cyril saw a skeleton man summoned by Brian.

As its flesh and blood grew rapidly, a tall and thin young man appeared before his eyes.

This is Steinbeck Erlanger, who I haven't seen for a long time. He still looks exhausted after staying up all night.

"It's too sudden, cough cough."

Erlanger ruffled his matted hair, looked up just in time to meet Cyril's eyes, and gave him a friendly smile.

"I mean, what did you call me here all of a sudden? In such a hurry..."

However, Erlanger's words stopped suddenly when his sight touched the man in black.

A trace of panic flashed across his cheeks, and he couldn't help but gasped.

Then Erlanger squatted down and carefully looked at the face of the man in black.

"You...found Violet? What a coincidence?"

Erlanger asked dryly.

He suddenly became at a loss, as if someone had caught some key evidence.

"I asked you before, tell me now, tell the truth."

Brian said slowly.

His voice is deep and cold, like a handful of frozen snow on a snow-capped mountain that has not melted for a long time, revealing the chill that penetrates the spine.

Cyril took a step back subconsciously, but fell into Brian's arms the next moment, and a magic force pulled him over.

Returning to the familiar embrace again, Cyril was not as stiff as he imagined, but more of an indescribable grievance and sulk in his heart.

He puffed up his cheeks and struggled a few times.

However, the man's arms wrapped around him tightly, with a meaning that could not be refuted.

Erlanger didn't pay attention to the posture of the two of them, but heaved a long sigh, as if caught in a distant memory.

After a while, he said with difficulty: "Since you must know, then I will tell you completely."

"One day, your uncle, uh, Violet came to me suddenly and said that he wanted me to participate in an interesting alchemy experiment. I didn't know him well before, but he once bought some alchemy items I made , I think some of my ideas and experiments on alchemy are very interesting."

Erlanger spoke slowly.

"At that time, I was just a poor wizard apprentice, and I hadn't succeeded in being promoted to a wizard. I needed witch crystals, and I needed them very much. After all, alchemy is a very expensive research. Violet promised me that if the experiment is successful, he can give me A large sum of witch crystals."

"So I agreed, and followed him to a laboratory—that was the first time I saw you."

Erlanger paused, and he glanced at Brian lightly. Seeing that the other person's face was normal, and there was still no expression on his handsome face, he continued: "You were just born at that time. According to Violet You are seriously injured and your soul is extremely unstable, so you need to use some alchemy methods to stabilize your body and soul. He needs me as an assistant. I didn't think about it at the time, I just helped him complete it as an assistant. Next steps."

"I didn't know what was going on until later, when I fell asleep under the table in the laboratory and overheard your mother, Olivia and Violet, arguing..."

Erlanger's voice suddenly became much lower, and an extremely complicated expression appeared on his face.

"...It turns out that you are not Olivia's biological child. She wants to have a child, but she doesn't want to lose half of her spiritual power and magic power because of giving birth to a child."

Erlanger had already uttered the most difficult sentence, and the next words became much smoother.

"So, Olivia turned to her older brother Violet, who is good at alchemy, and Violet thought it was interesting, trying to create a child using alchemy."

Hearing this, Cyril's eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly remembered that when he first entered school, Addison Morgan explained the reason why the number of wizard children is extremely rare: "Wizards want to give birth to offspring, they must sacrifice half of the magic and spiritual power of each partner, and only You can get an offspring with mediocre spiritual power and magical power. Therefore, even if many wizards get married, they are not willing to have children."

But because he was unwilling to sacrifice his spiritual power and magic power, he used alchemy to obtain a child...

Cyril frowned, and couldn't help holding Brian's hand around his waist.

"Violet is a madman."

Erlanger swallowed, his hands inserted into his messy hair, and his eyes were slightly red.

"From their quarrel, I found out that Violet had experimented with many ordinary children before, but none of them succeeded. Those children died in the laboratory... even you... were almost strangled In fact, until the end, he failed at all, did not use your mother's blood to create a brand new child, but forcibly replaced the flesh and blood of a stolen newborn child with alchemy."

"Then, it was discovered by Olivia that this child, that is, you, does not actually have spiritual power and magic power."

Erlanger sighed and continued:

"Originally, your body was very fragile due to the continuous superposition of alchemy, but Violet thought that in order for you to obtain high spiritual power and magic power, you must break your soul, and then use your mother's spiritual power And import a small amount of magic power."

"Their quarrel was because your mother no longer wanted to participate in the experiment, but Violet was paranoid to complete the experiment. After that...he used magic to control your mother, and forcibly completed the follow-up experiment according to his plan. experiment."

Erlanger's voice trembled, and he put his hands to his face.

"I'm sorry, Violet was crazy at that time, I was really scared, I was forced by him to continue to be his assistant, after the experiment was over, he relaxed, I ran away regardless. Until I was later Wanted by the Wizards Union, I met you again and realized that his experiment was really successful..."

After Erlanger finished the last sentence, he fell into silence and didn't speak again for a long time.

Cyril didn't know what he should say now, he opened his lips and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but his throat was dry and he couldn't make a sound.

The grievance and sullenness had been left behind by him unknowingly, replaced by sour and astringent tenderness and pity.

Cyril could hardly imagine what Brian was going through at that time.

For the newly born young Brian, this is undoubtedly a painful and unwarranted disaster.

He did nothing wrong, but because of other people's greed and selfishness, he became an experiment subject to be slaughtered.

Cyril turned around gently, and hugged Brian back hard, holding him tightly.

His almond eyes were wet, tears rolled in his eyes, and his eyes were as red as a bunny.

Brian's handsome face looked unclear.

He lowered his eyes to look at the tail ring on his finger, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

This tail ring is his so-called compensation from his mother, and it is a magical artifact that can help him heal his illness.

Let him, the experimental product, not collapse due to the separation of the soul.

The irony is that he is just a novelty toy for mother Olivia, and her little maternal love also disappears with the gradual loss of her own magic power, even beyond recognition.

Brian's eyes stayed on his "good uncle" Violet, his eyes were dim.

His haunting gloomy memories flooded back

Violet's experiment turns out to be problematic.

He claims to be a wizard of alchemy, but he has to admit that he just transferred Olivia's spiritual power and magic power to Brian.

It's like connecting a pipe between the two.

It was a long time before Olivia discovered that Brian had unknowingly become the reservoir of her spiritual power and magic power, while her own body had lost the huge spiritual power and magic power that made her proud.

This result made Olivia very angry, and she kept urging Violet to continue doing various experiments to solve this problem.

As a result, little Claude Bryan could only experience painful torture in the alchemy wizard circle over and over again.

He didn't understand at the time why the woman he called "Mother" looked at him with that disgusted, hated look.

However, after tossing over and over again, Olivia's spiritual power and magic power did not come back, while Brian's magic power was growing rapidly, far exceeding the growth of magic power of ordinary wizard apprentices.

This phenomenon excited Violet, and he felt that he had found the secret to the magic growth of wizards.

He began to intensify all kinds of anatomical experiments on Brian, tearing apart his newly fused soul.

During the last experiment in Brian's memory, all his magic powers suddenly disappeared, and then he fell into a death-like coma amid Violet's angry screams.

And when Brian woke up again, he found that the Wizarding Continent had actually experienced a huge plane war.

Olivia and Violet are gone.

After that, the Wizarding Union began to search for all the magical children on the wizarding continent, and put them into the newly established wizarding academy.

Brian grew up at Snoborg's School of Wizardry and Wizardry, and soon became the most powerful wizard in the academy.

He found out that Violet was proved by other wizards to join the team of dark wizards colluding with the abyss, and was wanted by the Wizards Union.

He immediately applied to hunt down the other party...

It wasn't until he heard Cyril's low nose-shrugging voice that Brian escaped from the memory.

He rubbed Cyril's soft hair, looked at the tears on Little Rose's cheeks, lowered his head slowly, and kissed lightly and slowly.

Cyril felt the tears on her cheeks being gently licked away by her boyfriend.

He rolled his eyes, and he didn't want to bring up the other party's sadness, so he changed the subject in a low voice: "So Brian is your real identity?"

Perhaps it is precisely because Brian's identity always reminds him of his past that he created another identity of Scott, Cyril guessed in his heart.

Brian paused when he heard this, and was slightly taken aback.

He was thinking about how to explain this matter to Cyril, when he heard Little Rose's empathetic words.

"Forget it, I don't care whether you are Claude Scott or Claude Bryan, are you serious about me?"

Cyril paused word by word, and said slowly.

He raised his head slightly, and blinked his eyes a few times, like a pool of clear lake water, clear and transparent.

Being watched intently by such straightforward and clean eyes, Brian suddenly felt that the depression and manic depression all over his body calmed down.

He gave a low laugh and placed a kiss on Cyril's forehead.

"I swear to Merlin, my little Rose."

Brian also spoke slowly, as if weighing the meaning of each word.

"Whether it's Claude Scott or Claude Bryan. I love you more than anything."

His voice is hoarse and deep, like a low-pitched cello.

When Cyril heard this, his mind was pounding, and his heart was beating rapidly.

The chest seems to be filled with thousands of fluttering butterflies.

The corners of his mouth turned up unconsciously, and a pair of beautiful almond eyes slightly curved into a crescent moon.

It was as if the mist in the mountain stream had suddenly melted away, and the eyes were surprisingly clear.

Cyril felt the violent heartbeat that seemed to be about to jump out of his warm body, and felt a little inexplicable pride in his heart.

His eyes met Brian's fiery and devoted eyes, the tips of his ears trembled, and then he sweetly kissed his boyfriend on the chin.

Brian, on the other hand, bowed his head and kissed back, biting Cyril's lips, kissing him gently one after another.

Erlanger, who was ignored on the side, looked at the scene in front of him with complicated emotions.

On the one hand, he was glad that he escaped unharmed, and was not affected by Brian's anger after learning the truth, or even retaliated against.

On the other hand, he just wanted to offer his knees to Cyril, expressing his admiration for how easily the other party could appease the Great Necromancer.

This dog food, he did it first!

Cyril and Brian got bored for a while, feeling that their moods were really ups and downs today.

Almost "boyfriend" became "ex-boyfriend", and almost ended his week-long first love.

While feeling emotional, Cyril suddenly remembered their purpose of coming here, quickly slipped out of Brian's arms, and cleared his throat.

"Brewster! We need to find Brewster!"

Cyril reminded seriously.

Brian clasped Cyril's hand and nodded.

He said softly, unhurriedly: "I found something in his memory."

Cyril followed Brian's gaze, only to realize that he was referring to Violet, the man in black.

"He had a deal with the creatures of the abyss before. After the plane war, he hid like a mouse in the gutter. I'm afraid no one wants the abyss to come back more than he does."

Brian glanced calmly over the distorted, darkly lined face on Violet's corpse.

"It's no accident that he found this place. There are clues about the abyss pointing to Brewster."

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly when he thought of the picture he saw in Violet's memory.

After all, he snapped his fingers.

The layers of lavender flowers suddenly set off a huge wave, and the deep and shallow purple seemed to finally reveal the true face under the gentle mask, sweeping towards the three people present overwhelmingly, with powerful magic power Coercion.

Cyril could faintly feel that the surrounding space seemed to be reversed for a moment, and then he saw a tall and ancient wizard tower, which was very solemn.

This wizard tower looks desolate, deserted, and there are no other buildings around it.

Brian led Cyril to the wizard's tower, and at the same time gave Erlanger a light look.

Erlanger felt bitter in his heart, was he suddenly arranged like this?

He always felt that it was not a good thing to be involved with Brian, and he sighed helplessly in his heart.

After they entered the wizard's tower, they realized that it was empty.

All the decorations were covered with a thick layer of dust, and there were fine spider webs scattered in every corner.

Cyril looked around, always feeling an indescribable weirdness in his heart.

Logically speaking, the ruins of wizards should not be like this.

Even if the owner has fallen, the building can still maintain normal cleanliness and operation under the witch array or other magic it arranged.

For example, Tours Auger's log cabin still maintains the appearance before the owner's death.

However, in this wizard tower, Cyril could not see any obvious traces of magic.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and he waved his wand lightly.

All the dust and cobwebs seemed to be wiped away by some invisible rag, and the room was restored to cleanliness.

Cyril lit the dry wood in the fireplace again, and the bright flame burned instantly, making the whole room much warmer.

At the same time, he felt more obvious fluctuations in magic power.

Cyril followed the same pattern and filled the entire wizard tower with his magic power, cleaning up all the places.

As the wizard tower gradually recovered its tidiness, he felt that something seemed to come alive.

The piano in the living room began to play on its own, the thick-covered books on the desk were slowly turning pages, and the hot water in the kitchen was gurgling.

Then, Cyril heard a very light and slow voice.

He turned around suddenly and found a pure black cat jumping onto the sofa.

This black cat is like a black satin from head to toe, without any variegation.

However, its eyeballs are beautiful lake green, which looks noble and elegant.

Cyril and the black cat looked at each other, he subconsciously thought that the black cat was the remaining will of the wizard tower owner.

"Brewster?"

Cyril asked tentatively.

However, the black cat just glanced at him quietly, its lake-green eyes were calm.

Brian hooked the back of Cyril's hand and explained: "This is an ordinary magical black cat, and there is no wizard's will stored on it. However, it may know something."

After finishing speaking, Brian lightly touched Cyril's forehead, and the figures of the two disappeared in the air instantly.

Seeing this, Erlanger hurriedly cast an invisibility spell on himself.

At this time, the entire living room was quiet and there was no one.

The black cat showed a puzzled look for a moment. It paced lightly on the sofa, then jumped down and walked towards the door.

"Follow."

Brian's voice rang in Erlanger's head.

Although Cyril couldn't see Brian's figure, he could feel the heat of the two holding hands touching each other.

They followed the black cat to a study.

The black cat looked back at them casually, then jumped to the side of the bookcase, its jet-black tail drooping quietly.

Cyril immediately noticed an oil painting next to the bookcase.

This oil painting happens to be the scene of this study room, and everything and furnishings are restored one by one, except for the three intruders and the black cat.

"This is a hidden witch formation."

Cyril tapped lightly on the oil painting with his wand, and there was a little admiration in his voice.

"Very clever design."

Brian's eyes fell on the black cat on the side. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the black cat by the neck, ignoring its "meow meow" cry, and threw the black cat onto the oil painting.

The moment the black cat's slender body touched the oil painting, its entire cat was sucked into the painting.

At this moment, Cyril found that there seemed to be an extra stack of parchment on the desk.

He walked over, picked it up and looked at it, his eyes suddenly widened.

This is Brewster's diary.

It turned out that Brewster didn't leave Tours Auger because of the so-called quarrel, but because he encountered an abyssal creature when he went out to find rare herbs.

Brewster exterminated the abyss creature, but later found himself tainted by the abyss.

Unsure of the contagiousness of the pollution, he could only find an excuse to leave Tours Auger first.

Then Brewster wanted to find a way to cure the pollution of the abyss, and at the same time wanted to capture another abyss creature for experimentation.

Perhaps it was because the abyssal creatures were relatively weak at that time, and Brewster did capture a few more abyssal creatures on the way later.

He used these abyssal creatures to do a lot of experiments in this wizard tower, and once controlled the pollution of the abyss on his body.

"...I didn't feel lucky because of this, on the contrary, I became more vigilant... These creatures seem to be unable to find their lairs on the Wizarding Continent. They may come from other unknown planes..."

The content on the parchment ended here, but Cyril always felt that Wizard Brewster's diary didn't seem to be over yet.

He searched on the bookcase, but couldn't find any other parchment with the diary written on it.

Brian rested his head on Cyril's shoulders, embraced Cyril from behind, and read these Brewster's diaries.

His eyes fell back to the black cat in the oil painting.

I do not know when, it changed a position on the oil painting.