Lott chuckled and threw the towel back into the water, but Burris was unhappy and kept staring at the sleeping elf.

"Trouble now..."

"What's the trouble?" Lott asked. "Are you worried that he won't leave when he wakes up?"

"Of course this is one of the troubles." Burris squeezed his eyebrows. "He was attacked nearby, so it is very likely that he would not dare to leave when he woke up. Don't look at him dressing up like this, in fact he is very daring. small……"

"Necromancer is still timid..."

"He is really timid, although he doesn't admit it." Burris sighed.

Lott thought for a while and asked, "Is Dongqing Village safe or not?"

"It's safer under normal circumstances... but now I'm not sure. You see, this comes to the second trouble-I still don't know what attacked the black pine."

"How about this," Lott said. "You go and rest. I will send the elf to Wintergreen Village before the elf is awake, and let him wake up in a tavern room tomorrow with a confused look. I just can By the way, take a look around nearby. If there are any abnormalities, I will find out in time."

"but……"

"Did you forget? I am immune to magic." After saying that, Lott suddenly shifted Burris's direction and hugged him. He held the mage towards the door and hooked the door with his feet. Burris felt this was inappropriate, don't He turned awkwardly several times, but Lott refused to let go.

"There's no one else in the tower." Lott stood on the floating dish, "What if you are a human being and you are helped by a demigod? It's okay, it's not shameful at all. By the way, it reminds me of the past... When walking in the snow..."

Burris leaned in his arms and smiled bitterly: "I'm too shame to say that. I haven't grown much in more than sixty years."

"Don't be humble, too good people are not sincere when they are humble," Lott said. "It was you who were hurt by others, but this time it was you who wanted to rescue your apprentice; you had nothing at that time, and now you have become A very famous mage...Is this still progressing?"

The floating dish stopped on the living floor. Lott didn't go to the lounge this time, but went straight to Burris' bedroom. Anyway, those protective spells didn't work for him, and no princess would dissuade him now.

Burris’s bedroom is nothing special. The decoration style is simple, and the furniture is straight and unadorned. It is not as spacious and gorgeous as Lot’s room. The only special thing in the house is the huge glass bay window, which faces Burris’s bed. The bottom wide window sill is stacked with thick blankets and cushions, and the silver-gray fine metal carvings on the window support a large area. Glass, glass extends all the way to the roof and joins it into an arc, blending with the semi-arc ceiling. Standing in front of the window, you can look up at the bright moon from different angles at any time, and you can also bathe your whole body in the first ray of morning sun.

Lott looked at this delicate window and couldn't help but mutter to himself a few words of admiration. Burris took this opportunity to get rid of his arms and sat on the bed by himself...it was too weird to be hugged and put on the bed. Fortunately, he found a chance to avoid this.

Lott approached the window and touched the glass: "It's amazing... Burris, is this the one you mentioned..."

"What?" Burris was thinking a little slow now.

"You mentioned it, one of your many dreams.'The huge window opens up to the ceiling, and you can sit and rest by the window and read a book.'... You really did it!"

"Oh, this," Burris lowered his head embarrassingly, "I was almost talking nonsense at that time, you remember so clearly."

Lott smiled and shook his head: "This is not nonsense. You were very organized at the time... By the way, what to do in summer? Don't you think that too much glass will make it hot?"

Burris was considering how to change the topic, mentioning that he was always a little uncomfortable in the past...This is a good time, the Skeleton Lord's ability to digress makes him need not continue to worry.

"It won't be hot in summer. My tower has a constant temperature in all seasons. And, look—" Burris stretched out his hand, and touched a piece of glass with a spell in the air, and was touched with his fingers. The glass changes color from completely transparent to translucent dark brown, from dark brown to opaque pure white, and then from white back to transparent.

Burris explained: "I can change the light transmittance of each piece of glass, and at the same time adjust the degree of sound insulation. Of course, there is a continuous operation protection outside the tower, and there will be no unauthorized objects approaching the glass from the outside. That's right. In fact, this window is not made of glass. This material is called Qingquan crystal, which is a special ore very suitable for magical improvement."

"It's great," Luo Fei nodded, "Is it expensive?"

"Do you want to install this kind of window too?"

"I don't need such a high window. Just replace the glass of ordinary windows with this material. Is it expensive?"

"Objectively speaking, expensive," Burris said, "but it's actually not much money. If you want, I can arrange for someone to start preparing... But you have to know that even if you install this... you don't have Fa personally controls it. You... can't you only cast spells with your own lips? I don’t know if you can also use objects..."

"This glass must be manipulated by magic?" Lott's back collapsed his shoulders.

"Yes. The most basic space touch spell is fine, and junior apprentices can also use it. In short, you must use magic. It is useless to touch it directly with your fingers."

"Forget it, I can't cast spells on the window, it has no mouth," Lot said. "Burris, help me open it."

"what?"

"Can this window be opened? Help me open it."

Burris helped him open one of the panels, and the cool air slipped in. "No, no, it's a bit bigger," Lott gestured with both hands. "The square next to it is bigger. You can open this one for me."

"What the **** are you going to do?" Burris had the answer in his mind, he just couldn't believe that the Bone Maharaja was going to do such an inexplicable thing.

Lott arranged his clothes in front of Burris’ floor-to-ceiling mirror: “I’m going out for a tour, didn’t we just say it? I’ll take a look at the nearby forest first, then come back and carry the elf away and send him to Holly Village, and then I will visit Holly Village and several other places far away... Burris, don’t speak, I know you have questions, you must want to ask me why I didn’t walk through the front entrance."

"Yes, why? You have a hobby of jumping towers?"

"No. It's like this... Although my ability to cast spells is limited, I have many special abilities that you humans have never seen before. I mean, my body's own abilities are like walking, running and jumping, like giants. The breath of the dragon and the gaze of the water monster are not spells, so they are not restricted. The reason why I plan to jump from the tower is because I plan to show you one of my abilities..."

"What ability to show? You... can fly directly in the sky?" For Burris, it was not hard to guess.

"Yes, I can fly. I know that your mages also have flying spells. Flying is not a weird thing. I mainly want to show it in front of you. The point is to show it in front of you, not to fly. You Can you understand?"

No, I don't understand... Burris nodded temporarily. Lott saw that he didn’t understand, so he explained it again: “It’s like this, just like the plot in a literary work I’ve read before...People often deliberately show something in front of people who are more intimate. Even if this thing is nothing special. For example, a child asks his mother, do you think I run fast? Does his mother never see others running? Or does the child think his mother can’t run? Also, for example, a man deliberately is in a girl I strip off my shirt and chop wood and show her the muscles. Is this because the girl hasn’t seen muscles? Or is it because the man’s body is so perfect? ​​Neither! Behind these two examples, it’s nothing more than people who want to get close to. I see praise in my eyes. This is one of the many weaknesses that people generally have-running and muscles are not enough. People who care must also praise these things, so that people will be satisfied."

Burris tried to interject several times without success. At the end of hearing, he finally understood what Lot was trying to express.

He was surprised again at the frankness of the Bones Maharaja. Having the courage to expose one's inner purpose before taking action, this kind of chatting is indeed extremely difficult to see among humans.

"Okay, open the window!" Lot urged.

Burris raised his hand. Because of fatigue, his fingertips are now a little numb, like drinking alcohol or having a cervical spondylopathy. He opened the window apart, and a cold wind poured in, causing the bed curtain to flutter. Lott stretched his shoulders against the wind in front of the window, and a pair of reduced dragon wings appeared behind him out of thin air.

Burris has seen these wings. Before leaving the alien world, the corpse of the dragon behind the Bone King Throne absorbed countless fragments of white bones, forming a complete dragon. The shape of this dragon does not belong to any known type of real dragon, it looks like a picture in a fantasy epic picture book... It has the characteristics and majesty of a dragon, and combines the advantages of all known dragons, but lacks details and limbs. The rationality of the structure.

Perceiving the surprise in Burris’s eyes, Lott shook his wings contentedly: "You should have discovered that it is not a real dragon. It is a part of my strength—the part that cannot be fully represented in human form. During the long and boring time, I squeezed it into the shape of a dragon, because I like the appearance of a dragon and it can fly."

Burris couldn't help but break: "But... I guess your flying ability does not rely on wings, you just need to activate this part of the power... Wings are completely decorative."

"Yes, but it looks so good." Lot's answer had no room for refutation.

After finishing speaking, he leapt out of the window, hovering in the air, and turned around to blow a kiss to the mage in the room... Burris thought he would disappear into the night like a flying meteor, but he didn't.

The Bone Maharaja opened his dragon wings, turned to the front of the tower, and began to levitate and move at a speed similar to mosquitoes foraging.

Burris closed the large piece of glass, leaving only a small square open, and the books and bed curtains in the room finally ceased to rattle. He tried to resist tiredness and moved to the window, shouting from the small window: "My lord...is this normal?"

"It's not normal...but...it's normal. To put it simply,...my strength has temporarily deteriorated."

Burris thought, no wonder you had to ride a horse the last time you went out to play... "If that's the case, why don't you ride a horse this time?" the mage suggested.

"Well, that's what I decided just now."

The skeletal monarch carrying the dragon wing whirled slightly and slowly fell to the bottom of the tower.