Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

Karl sneaked across the whole of Frankz, avoiding people, and took a huge risk to bypass the front of the library and enter the area where Frankz's mentors lived.

Not exposed at all, perfect!Carl continued to walk forward with confidence, but he didn't know that Cyril followed him and eliminated all the possibilities of being discovered by the patrol personnel for him.

Baritwa’s residence is at the farthest edge and deepest, far away from the houses of other mentors. There are many trees and shadows along the way, and there is no popularity. Karl feels a little hairy in his heart, and even feels that he has completely walked out of Frankz’s house. scope.

However, the road under his feet is still extending...

Baritwa's house, like himself, is remote and depressing, with wild weeds growing in front of the door.It was obviously a unified house in Franks College, but it gave people a gloomy and cramped feeling.

There is a dim yellow hanging lamp at the door, which can only illuminate a very limited area when sprinkled on the ground, and the rest of the place is still dark.

Carl rubbed his hands together, went around to the left and used cutting magic to cut off the latch of the window, then turned the window and entered the house.This house in Baritwa is much larger than the one Karl and the others live in, and the layout is completely different, and the furniture and sundries are piled up in a mess. Almost every corner is filled with dusty unknown objects, exuding a A musty smell and the bitterness of potions.

Carl frowned in disgust.

According to common sense, he touched the second floor.There are many turns in the corridor on the second floor, and the standing plaster statues are dusty, with blank eyes open under the light of the wall lamps.

He quickly found the bedroom. Carl leaned on the door and listened carefully, but found that there was no sound. Carl used the same magic to unlock the lock, tiptoed in, and by the dim light, he touched the side of the four-poster bed.

First use a stun spell to completely stun Baritwa, and then he can do whatever he wants!Carl thought to himself.

In order to ensure that the magic was safe, he took out his shrunken magic wand, and happily threw a stun spell on the bed through the bed curtain, but Carl was surprised to find that there was no one on the bed at all!

Just when he was surprised, there were a few small dull bangs under his feet——

Carl's heart was beating rapidly, he hurriedly left the room, and carefully went down to the living room on the first floor.

The sound of bang bang has been sounding regularly, and it has become more and more clear, and it seems to be the sound of human sobs mixed with a few traces of fear.

Carl's heart was as big as a fight, and his curiosity overwhelmed him with fear. He followed these strange voices and found a small door behind the stairs, next to the big kitchen cabinet, which required people to bow their waists to enter...

The small door was closed, but a gap was left, and a little bit of dim and cold light came through the door. Karl couldn't help reaching out and pushing the door open, and saw a long, narrow and dark staircase extending down.

And at the end of the stairs, there is a dazzling light——

Karl's eyes widened, and he was so dull that he began to feel a little creepy. Baritwa, I'm afraid he is not a simple mentor!

Carl paused for a moment, his spine shivering with fright from the scene in front of him and his own guessing. The ghost knew that he was just here to play a prank today.

He was going to close the small door quietly, and run first before talking, but unexpectedly, there was no sound when he pushed the door open, but there was an obvious creaking sound in the silent night when the door was closed.

The sound of thumping below suddenly stopped, and Carl's heartbeat seemed to have stopped as well. A thought arose in his mind, it's over!Get ready to run right away.

There was the sound of rushing up the stairs below. Carl looked left and right, not knowing how to run to get out of his body. Just when he thought he was going to be discovered, a hand grabbed his arm, and then With a flash of magic, he actually came directly from the house to the outside.

It's Cyril!It's tracking magic!Carl was pleasantly surprised.

"Cyril!"

Cyril ordered: "Run."

So Carl followed Cyril and ran into the dense jungle. Baritwa opened the door, but found no one, spit out a string of curses, and closed the door resentfully.

After running all the way, finally feeling safe, Carl stopped panting and asked, "Syril, why are you here?"

Cyril folded his arms and looked at him, and said, "I saw you slipping out, so I felt uneasy and came to see you."

Carl was moved, and patted Cyril on the shoulder, "Thanks to your brother." He calmed down and continued, "You must not know what I saw tonight."

Karl wanted to talk, but Cyril interrupted him, saying, "Leave here and talk about it."

Looking around, with dead branches and weeds under his feet and cascading tree crowns above his head, Carl thought: In the wilderness, it is indeed not the right time.

But he said worriedly: "It must have been past midnight, I'm afraid we won't be able to go back, so what is this place?"

In a panic just now, Karl couldn't figure out where he was now.

Cyril lifted his foot and walked forward, saying to him, "Come with me."

Carl could only follow Cyril. He found strangely that this place should be a wild jungle, but there was a road paved with marble bricks that was almost buried by dead leaves and weeds.

This place should still belong to the scope of Frankz College, Carl thought.

After walking for a while, Cyril turned to the right and got into a narrower but very clean path. It was completely different from the barren road they took when they came over just now. I am afraid that someone often came to trim the bushes Groves and sweeping grounds.

Going forward for nearly 100 meters, a small wooden house that was held in the arms of the night appeared in front of the two of them.

Carl was surprised: "There is a house here." But the hanging light at the door of the cabin was off, which proved that no one lived inside.

Cyril led Carl through the fence and walked in. When he came to the wooden door, there was a lock on the wooden door. Carl was surprised to find that Cyril had opened the lock with the key.

Why does Cyril have the key to this wooden house?That's weird, Carl thought.

After opening the door and entering, the room is fully furnished, there are even piles of wood in the fireplace, half-burned candles are still on the lamps, and every corner is spotless, exactly the same as when Cyril left here more than ten years ago.

The place where the saint stayed will never fall into ashes, and a feeling called nostalgia rose in Cyril's heart.

The key to this house is only in his hand. Principal Dempsey ordered people to clear the path to get here regularly, but they couldn't enter this house. There was no smell of outsiders here.

Cyril used magic to light the fireplace, and the whole room was instantly filled with warm light.He didn't plan to take Carl into too many places in the house, just stay overnight in the living room.

The two sat face to face on the comfortable chairs, and Carl began to talk about what happened just now. Cyril seemed to be listening attentively, but actually didn't look at Carl at all.

Little Cyril found that grown-ups never seemed to lie down and rest.There is a flat bed in the adult's room, without bedposts or curtains, and the moonlight outside the window can spill in and fill the whole bed.

Little Xi Ruier looked at Tan Qiushui who was sitting cross-legged, and asked carefully: "My lord, what are you doing?"

Tan Qiushui closed his eyes and replied, "Meditate."

Little Cyril lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Is meditation a way to practice?"

Tan Qiushui opened his eyes and turned to look at him, "Does Peter want to practice?"

Little Cyril's strange-colored eyes were full of brilliance, "Think!"

Tan Qiushui reached out and rubbed his blond hair, "You can't practice yet, but you can meditate with me."

Little Cyril nodded sensiblely, and didn't ask why he couldn't do it now, but imitated Tan Qiushui's movements decently, and sat cross-legged next to Tan Qiushui.

"Close your eyes." Tan Qiushui's voice was long and soft, "Drive out the distracting thoughts in your mind, concentrate on counting the rhythm of your breathing, and feel the rise and fall of your spine..."

Little Xi Ruier couldn't be like Tan Qiushui, he fell asleep after a while, his body tilted to Tan Qiushui.Tan Qiushui slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to support his head on his lap, and pulled the quilt beside him to cover little Cyril.

The next day, the sun came in instead of the moonlight. Little Cyril woke up and found that she was alone on the bed. She immediately jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs barefoot.

He was very upset and determined not to fall asleep tonight.He looked around in the living room, but he didn't find Tan Qiushui. He felt very panicked and ran out the door immediately.

Tan Qiushui was sitting by the wooden square table in the yard, turned to look at him, and asked, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Little Cyril looked down at her bare feet, and ran back like a rabbit, "I'll put them on right away."

Tan Qiushui laughed.

When little Cyril came out after putting on his shoes and clothes, Tan Qiushui waved to him, and little Cyril trotted over and sat beside Tan Qiushui.

Tan Qiushui ordered: "Stretch out your hand."

Little Xi Ruier complied, and it was strange to see Tan Qiushui put his index finger and middle finger together, pressing on his wrist.

Little Cyril: "My lord?"

Tan Qiushui ignored him, so little Xi Ruier could only sit obediently and not speak.

After coming over for a while, little Cyril saw Tan Qiushui writing something with a quill pen on the parchment on the square table, feeling a little embarrassed.

He had an idea in his mind, and he had already made up his mind.But his only worry was that this mysterious adult might not agree to him, he shouldn't expect too much, it would be too presumptuous and offensive.

But Tan Qiushui seemed to see through his anxiety, and asked him: "What's wrong? Restless like a little monkey?"

Little Cyril moved his mouth a few times, and said in a condescending way, "Teacher."

Tan Qiushui raised his eyes to look at him, "Huh?"

Little Cyril closed his eyes and gave up completely, "My lord, may I call you teacher?"

Tan Qiushui inserted the quill pen into the ink bottle, patted his head and said, "Do you want to be my student?"

Little Cyril nodded firmly, and looked at Tan Qiushui with big eyes without blinking, the hope in his eyes was completely irresistible.

Tan Qiushui smiled at him, "Peter, you can be my student, but don't call me a teacher. Well, let's change our name?"

Little Cyril was overjoyed, "My lord! Then what should I call you?" Little Cyril felt that his teacher's eyes were far away, as if he was looking somewhere, "Follow me, call me 'Master'"

In the ears of little Cyril, Tan Qiushui uttered a strange tongue-twisting tone, and it took him a lot of time to finally pronounce this title correctly.

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