After the magic circle was activated, the two of them returned to the mountains of no return in an instant. Contrast with the lively Silver Falcon Castle, the night in the mountains of No Return is even more quiet, the golden full moon hangs high, the breeze carries the fragrance of the grass, the shadows of the trees on the path leading to the tower, the sequins and rhinestones on Lot's shirt flicker .

Lot and Burris stopped holding hands as they walked along the path. Lot hummed and walked ahead, while Burris habitually checked the spell protection, while continuing to think. He wanted to make up for Lot's regret, but he couldn't think of a way to do both. If he were to have a formal wedding, he might faint on the spot with embarrassment. If he just left the matter in this way, he couldn't bear it.

When he pushed open the gate of the tower, Burris suddenly had an idea: today I will use the ring to make do with it, and in the future, I will slowly learn to adapt to the way Lott likes.

Lott said that he would learn spells with him, so... he could also try to learn romance. These two things are in a hurry. To learn spells, you must start with basic common sense, first accumulate knowledge, and then begin to practice, gradually progressing little by little, and the process of learning romance is probably the same.

Anyway, now they have time. Burris is a healthy twenty-year-old young man. The Bone Maharaja smoothly left the alien plane, and the Falling Moon Mountains restored peace. There is no warlock to avenge the crowd. Black Pine is calmer and more sensible than before. Esther and her knights are not. For others to worry about, Augilia, Siegfried and Odette travel freely in the world without worrying about purgatory or the undead. The Chronicles and the Ode to lie quietly in the analytical circle, The Black Lake God Territory is still sleeping in a distant alien world. The palm pythons and various monsters in the Shiva River Basin are under control. The Frost Plains barbarians live a stable life. Yylil is under the control of the Austrian Federation. The White Tower The nightmare will never happen again.

Now, Burris and Lott had nothing to worry about. In the days to come, they can read books together, do experiments, and maybe even test enchanted weapons. In their free time, they can play games with the Earl of Hrolf, visit places they haven’t visited nearby, and occasionally go out together. Participating in celebrations, attending meetings... Even if they will encounter troubles and feel sad in the future, it can only be regarded as a small episode in a stable day, not a big annoyance.

They can explore Austrian law and life as much as they want. Even if there are dangers in the future, they also have time to study countermeasures, and they will surely be able to turn the danger into a waste.

The two were already standing in the hall on the first floor of the tower. Burris thought about it, and laughed unconsciously, Lott leaned over and asked, "What did you think of? You laugh so happy?"

Only then did Burris notice his expression. He was a little embarrassed and couldn't hold back his smile. His expression became very stiff for a while.

Lot said: "There is no one else in the tower now, even Earl Hrolf is still locked in the dog house. No one can hear us, so..." He said, leaning close to Burris, supporting the wizard with both hands. Shoulder, "Burris Gershaw, would you like to spend your life with the bone maharaja Lotbard? No matter the future is poor or rich, happy or sad, righteous or evil, conservative or debauchery..."

"What?" Burris was taken aback. Why did Lot start taking the wedding vows without warning? These words should not be said by one of the parties, but by the master of ceremonies or the clergy... Also, what is justice or evil? What is conservative or debauchery? From what book did Lott learn his oath?

Burris took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He suggested: "My lord, give me some time...Let me find a lich."

This time, Lott was dumbfounded: "Why are you looking for a Lich?"

"I mean... You see, generally speaking, when people swear this kind of oath, don't they have to have a witness by their side... The witness is either a clergyman or a respected old man..."

"So you want to find a lich to be the master of ceremonies?" Lot was dumbfounded. "Burris, do you drink so badly that you can't be aware of a little champagne?"

In fact, they both knew very well that Burris was not drunk, but only showed symptoms of decreased IQ. The mage said with a serious expression: "I'm serious... I really know a lich. I can also awaken the golems and experimental corpses in the tower, and make them stand in the small square in front of the tower... It’s relatively large. Also, there is an army of chimeric golems in the underground magic space. I spent a long time making them, mainly to go to the Marsh of the Dead to find you... Those battle golems have been damaged, but there are still A lot of them, they can form a cavalry, a military band..."

As he talked, Burris's voice was getting smaller and smaller. This time it didn't seem to be shy, it was more like thinking about something else.

Lott let go of Burris's shoulders and instead took his hands, slowly rubbing his clenched fingers.

"Why are you so nervous?" Lott said softly, "I said that you can no longer have guests. Don't be nervous, and just say ‘I’m willing.’ Isn’t it all right? I know you’re willing anyway."

Burris took a deep breath and said, "I...I'm really nervous."

Lott asked: "Still nervous now? Haven't you been mentally prepared?"

"I do."

This sentence appeared too abruptly, and Lott was taken aback: "Uh, the timing of your answer was wrong, this sentence appeared too abrupt..."

The lights in the tower hall were dim, and he couldn't see how red Burris's face was. It must have been Burris deliberately preventing the lights from turning on. Lott probably knew this in his mind: For Burris, this could be said at any time. The more wrong the timing, the easier it was for him to express it. This shy old man couldn't open his mouth if he wanted to ask and answer specifically.

After thinking about it, Lot decided to master the rhythm: "Okay, then I will continue. I am also willing, now we can kiss."

After speaking, he quickly pecked on the mage's lips. Compared with their previous kisses, this kiss after the oath is somewhat perfunctory. After the kiss, Lott hugged Burris, who was a little confused, and hurried across the corridor to the spiral staircase where the floating saucer was parked.

Lott agreed not to invite guests or engage in float parades. He just wanted to streamline the "wedding" process as much as possible, and return to the tower with the little mage as soon as possible. Now he can plot successfully.

In the corridor stood an unawakened house golem. As he walked past it, Lott took out a bunch of squashed dried flowers from his chest pocket and threw it on the shoulder of the golem.

Burris looked at the dried flowers and the golem in a puzzled way. Lot said: "I bought it at Silver Falcon Castle. It's a wedding bouquet. Don't you have to throw this thing at the guests at the end of the wedding. Congratulations to the Golem. Here comes the blessed bouquet! Now the ceremony is over. Under the witness of the mage tower, books, golems, corpses, magic consumables..., the bone maharaja Lotbald and Burris Gershaw have become..."

"Being a couple" didn't seem right, he thought about it, and changed his words: "Being a proper relationship!"

After stepping on the floating dish, Lot squeezed the shoulder of the mage: "Burris, we are not just allies, we have already had a simple wedding."

"Well, yes..." Burris lowered his head thoughtfully.

"I want to go to your room to have a chat. You can park the floating dish on that floor. Do you know why?"

"do not know……"

"There are large French windows made of deep spring crystal in your room."

The wizard raised his head, "What does it have to do with the window? What are you going to do?"

Lott chuckled and laughed: "Burris, it looks like you don't know anything when you are silent... Actually you know everything!"

"What are you talking about..."

"You already knew that I like that window. If you don't understand anything, you should have no doubts when I said that I was going to your room because of the crystal window. You were so surprised just now, and you asked if there is something wrong with the window. What's the relationship? This shows that you already knew..."

"Okay, okay..." Burris rubbed his eyebrows annoyedly. "Don't tell me..."

"Sorry again?" Lott hugged the mage gently. This hug was very gentle, non-aggressive, and there was no hint of desire, just like the comfort between relatives and friends. Lot wanted to soothe Burris with this, lest the little mage became angry and tried to escape.

He slowly stroked the mage’s hair and sighed: "Burris, I am very emotional... all this seems very unreal. You are a human necromancer, I am a demigod, and now count as three-half true gods... …"

"My lord, that's three quarters..."

"When I finish speaking, you can correct the mistake. I want to say that in the adventure legends I have read, characters like me are often written indifferently. They either love no one or love a heavy identity. People...such as the messenger of light, the destined enemy, or something... why am I not like this? I seem to be very ordinary, not special at all."

Burris laughed and said: "How do you want to be special? In my opinion, you are much more special than the dark **** who fell in love with the human priest in the novel. Think about it, those fictional gods, golden dragons, ancient demons, etc., which one of them Will take a dog back from the widow’s house, who will buy useless musical instruments for decoration, who will read a bunch of messy books..."

Lott let go of his arms and stared at Burris: "Burris, I ask you something seriously, and you answer me honestly."

"You say."

"In the seven days I haven't come back, do you often go to read my book?"

The mage was silent. Lot also said: "If you haven't read it, how do you know the contents of the book? Especially the book of the Dark God and the human priest, and the book of the Golden Dragon and the devil... Those two are quite exciting..."

Burris looked at him for a while, then immediately looked away: "You said you want to learn spells with me, and I can learn...learn these fancy things with you."

Lott smiled, took the mage's face, and replaced the next words with a deep kiss.

He quietly discovered one thing: The little mage especially likes to hug. When he puts his arms around Burris, Burris will consciously adjust the angle of his head and leaning on his shoulders with peace of mind; when he kisses Burris, Burris will secretly grab his clothes or wrap his waist. . These movements of the mage are all cautious, a bit like when he was in the rime forest...At that time, the 20-year-old Burris did the same, he was greedy for security, and timid and afraid to take the initiative.

The floating dish has stopped on the living floor. In fact, Lot is also somewhat nervous. In the long past, he has experienced things that are several times more thrilling than at this moment. He has battled with purgatory creatures farther away, and inherited the Black Lake Divine Realm nearer... Those are all the bravery of the past, the past No matter how peculiar the experience was, it couldn't hide his pounding heartbeat now.

As we walked through the corridor, a strange silence suddenly fell, and neither of them spoke. Burris didn't find an excuse to slip away, and Lot didn't lick his tongue anymore.

There is a house golem in Burris' room, not Willis, but a long, half-human barrel-shaped suspended structure with four arms. This golem is responsible for the living area, and it is often stuffed in the corner of the bedroom or bathroom. Burris deliberately designed it not to look like a human, so that he would not have the illusion of being peeped by living creatures.

When the two walked into the room, the barrel golem was floating in a circle and cleaning the top of the cabinet. Lott said he liked the deep spring crystal windows, so Burris naturally adjusted the crystal transmittance. Lott made the appearance of entering the house for the first time, looked around, walked around the closet and said After saying "I'm going to wash my face", I got into the bathroom hidden behind the corner of the wall.

Only Burris and a golem were left in the room. Burris stood by the window, his mind was a mess. It was obviously his tower and his room, but he was so nervous that he dared not come out.

When the deep spring crystal turned from light brown to transparent, there was a splash of water in the depths of the room. This is not the sound of washing, it sounds like a rainstorm. Burris immediately understood the reason-there was a small magic device in his bathroom. After the device was activated, the dark blue calcite layer on the ceiling surface directly above the bathtub would start to "rain", and at the same time, the water in the bathtub would automatically fall. Seepage and maintain the water level.

This device was invented by Burris and three other wizards, and only three of the four inventors are still alive. Due to the scarcity of materials and sensitive sources, the security level of this device is higher than that of instant spells and alien curse. The current speaker of the Austrian French Federation once said that if the principles and materials of this device are leaked, it will cause a crisis in the casting consumables market, and indirectly lead to war.

Every time Burris realized that this high-level secret device was hiding in his room, he would secretly become complacent.

Lott was probably also lamenting the beauty of the warm water and rain indoors. He is immune to nuisance spells and can also actively manipulate magic items. In this way, the spells that prevent accidental touch have no effect on him. When he is curious and fumbled, he accidentally activates the device.

After a while, Lot yelled from the sound of the rain: "How to turn off this thing?"

Burris ordered the barrel golem to close the device, driving it to the bathroom. The barrel golem did not come out for a long time, and the sound of the rainstorm continued for a long time. Burris had to walk over to see what happened.

The bathroom is hidden behind a wall, and two layers of velvet curtains hang from the narrow corridor. The curtains are woven from special materials to absorb and insulate moisture. Burris lifted the outer veil, chanted a recall spell, and heard the sound of the barrel golem floating hard to flick in the water.

When he lifted the hot and humid inner curtain again, the barrel golem flew out just against the floor. At the same time, a wet hand grabbed his arm, and he staggered under his feet and was pulled into the steaming bathroom.

Tonight, the moon and stars are scattered everywhere, only the mist and secret warm water rain in the mage tower that does not return to the mountains.

END

The author has something to say:

In order to make the text complete, let me talk about these gossips from the first floor...

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Thank you everyone who accompanied me all the way~

After this, there may be a little extra, the specific number is not necessarily, according to the intensity of inspiration, it may be more or less...

I guess, someone must say that I only put in gear and don't step on the accelerator............

This, readers who know me know, I am...really...car skills are not good........._(:з」∠)_

In the expected extra, if my ability (impulsion) (movement) is enough, maybe I will make up the car on the wedding night, but... uh... anyway, it depends on the situation.

The overall atmosphere of this article is more fairy tale and pure love, and it is the kind of pure love that is very theatrical style... In this atmosphere, if there are more explicit cars, the atmosphere is actually quite abrupt, a little style deviation... ……So even if you want to write, it is better to classify it as an outsider……

In addition to these, there will be some scattered other small clips as a fan, which can be regarded as adjustments and rehabilitation after the end~

Also, in the future, I may find time to write a bunch of inspiration sources and ideas when writing the article, as well as (long-lost) (made up) small gestures,

It's something outside the story, the kind that doesn't affect the plot if you don't see it...it should be noted when it is sent out.

For example, some minor things with supporting roles, such as some spells, such as other uses of the pair of wedding rings... (Yes, Burris's explanation is not all finished! Some lines are omitted... Mainly, all are said... Too **** long...)

Then... let's do this first!

Thank you for your company all the way, thank you for your love and support. My little hobby can be shared with others and become a little fun for others in their leisure time. This is my pride~~