Burris looked up helplessly: "My lord, what do you want to ask me?"

Lott grinned and said, "I asked just now-haven't you ever been in love?"

"I... talked about it. Of course."

"Who did you talk to?"

"Uh, I don't remember the other person's name. That was when I was very young..."

Lott asked, "How old were you at that time? Did you know me? Where did you meet each other? Is the other party male and female? Is it a mage or someone? How old? Why did you break up later?"

Burris raised his forehead desperately: "My lord, do you talk to people like this for seven days every 100 years?"

"No, I rarely chat with people. Answer quickly. If you can't tell the details, you may be lying. If the details are too tight, you may be lying."

"Okay," the mage lowered his head and found that Count Herrolford was creeping to his feet, which gave him a reasonable opportunity not to look up, "I have never been in a relationship, okay? It's not a shame. thing."

Lott looked like he was chasing after victory: "Since it's not a shameful thing, what are you lie to me for? I won't laugh at you. You haven't been in love at the age of eighty-four. It's really not surprising. Many purgatory creatures live. I haven’t fallen in love for thousands of years..."

"Have you seen a creature of inferno?" Burris decided to imitate the Bone Maharaja's off-topic chat method, turning the topic off.

Lot said: "I have seen it a long time ago, of course not recently. Purgatory and the world have been connected too long ago. It has long been isolated. Burris, are there no women in your tower? Except for the Princess. outer."

"Yes." Burris screamed inwardly, it seemed that he had failed to digress.

"Did you not look at any of them? Or did they not look at you? Ordinarily, you shouldn't. I think you look pretty good. Your face is pretty good. The downside is that your eyebrows are a bit sparse, and your lips are of normal shape. It's a bit mean...but fortunately, your eyes are pretty and clear..."

The unseen Bone Maharaja put his hand on Burris’s chin, and Burris turned his head and avoided awkwardly: "It’s not for these reasons. Sir, are you okay? Seriously, I still have a lot of things to deal with, we can. I'll continue chatting later..."

"Don't be shy," Lott smiled. "Isn't it just that I haven't been in a relationship? I haven't talked about it. What's the big deal? You think I don't take it seriously."

Burris kept smiling and murmured to himself: Of course you have never talked about it. You can only come out for seven days every 100 years. The rest of the time is spent in the Marsh of the Dead with a group of undead creatures in other worlds. Who do you talk to?

"Then I will ask one more question." Lot's curiosity is endless. "Are you not interested in anyone? Or have you secretly fallen in love with others, but never said it? There is a big difference between the two."

Burris got up and took out a purse from the cabinet next to it. "Would you like to go to the end-of-month fair in Sandari Town? That fair is held on the last three days of each month, just the first day today. There are special foods from the southern countries and fairy costumes on sale at the fair. There are all kinds of seasonal fruits and snacks, as well as a parade circus and singing and dancing performances, which are very interesting. How about going there for fun? You can take the money."

"Do you think I'm getting in the way?" Lott reached out and took the purse.

"No, I like to chat with you," Burris said, "but I like to separate working hours and rest hours as much as possible. Now is my working time. This is not for you, I am the same for anyone."

"You are so rich, why bother pursuing self-discipline..." Lott mumbled and picked up the purse. Judging from his gleaming eyes, his heart had already flown to the Shandari Town Festival. "Sendari How did the town get here? First enter the border of Sargo, a little west of Flying Squirrel Town, and walk a short distance after crossing the river, right?"

"Yes," Burris sent him out of the study, "but don't ride a horse, it's a bit far, it's too tired to ride. You go to Mr. Willis, he will take you to the fixed teleportation array under the tower. I have A short-range teleportation array leads to the town of Shandari. It settles in a magic medicinal store in the town. Just walk out after you arrive, and the owner will not ask you much."

Lott mumbled: "It seems you don't plan to go with me..."

Burris returned to the study: "I want to work. If you prefer to travel with friends, you can look forward to it in a few days. Soon we will go to the royal capital of Sargo. It is very busy and fun."

Mr. Willis, the golem, walked out of the corner of the corridor, Lott waved to Burris, followed the golem on the floating dish, and floated down the tower happily.

Burris sighed and shook his head, unable to tell what it was like. Before finding the entrance to the Marsh of the Dead, he had been mentally prepared for decades. He kept telling himself: The Bone Maharaja is no better than a mortal, even if the "Mage Burris" is well-known and successful in the world, he You must also respect the Maharaja, and even worship, so as to win the other's joy and trust...

He is ready to serve a monarch, but now he seems to doting on a child who is unlearned and has an empty spiritual world... and the little animals of this child.

Burris sat back at the table, and Count Herrolf was sleeping soundly under his chair with his belly bare. The mage reminded himself: Actually, Skeleton King is not too bad, although he is naive in words and deeds, indulging in scandals, profligate, and apprehensive...but he is still very helpful for research, and many of his characteristics are very surprising.

Burris opened the notes, and the last few pages were all about the test records of the Skeleton Lord.

He would let Lot participate in some tests every day, and the tests were very short, and it took no more than a few minutes, because Burris didn't want to bore the Bone Maharajah, let alone feel like a guinea pig.

The Bone Maharaja is immune to all divine arts, and to most arcane arts. According to records, divine arts originated from ancient gods, and before the separation of the planes took place, they left some power lines in human activities. These veins involve the world and themselves like spider silks, and ordinary people cannot see or touch them. Only a few devout people will be touched by the magical veins in the years of prayer. In short, human magic comes from these veins, and the power in the veins is not as good as the true magical power of the ancient gods. The Bone Maharaja’s magic immunity is well understood, after all, he is a demigod, and he himself comes from the gods, so of course the magic is completely ineffective against him.

And his immunity to arcane spells is much more complicated. He is completely immune to instant-damaging spells, and not necessarily immune to spells that produce physical consequences. He can face magical currents unharmed, but if magic turns the land under his feet into a swamp, he will also fall into the mud. Medium; in terms of single spells, he is immune to all curse types, that is, death types, but the aid spells that help him can work well on him; in force field spells, he can directly Passing through the barrier of the force field, he can destroy the secret seal with his bare hands, but he can move on the floating disc in the tower... You know, the principle of the floating disc is no different from the magic prison. In addition, he can see through deceptive illusions, as well as enjoy illusion singing and dancing; he can use the teleportation circle without being bound by runes that interrupt the teleportation...

This is not the most exaggerated... What's more surprising is that the Bone Maharaja is also resistant to ordinary physical attacks. He is not afraid of flames, he can breathe in water, and toxins cannot erode him... He once accidentally cut himself with a newly bought sword, and the wound healed instantly. He healed better than any higher undead creatures Burris had seen. Hurry... It's strange that he can cut his hair and nails. He has just trimmed his eyebrows today...

Thousands of words converge into one sentence: what is good for me will take effect, and what is not good for me will have no effect. This is the damage immunity characteristic of the Skeleton Lord.

I am afraid that most mages will feel that this conclusion is not logical. How can there be such a good thing? Simply unreasonable. But Burris knew it was all true.

The special thing about Bone Maharajah is not what he can destroy, but... he is basically impossible to be destroyed.

However, this does not mean that he lacks offensive ability. The current Bone Maharaja has been stripped of the godhead, and he has been cut off from the **** domain where he was born. If one day he can regain his own power, he will become a true **** instead of a demigod.

Burris has reason to believe that Lot's concealment from him is more or less related to this.

Burris could only observe slowly, tried his best to make Lott trust him sincerely, and tried his best to make Lott like everything in the world.

The specific method is: give him the most comfortable and luxurious room, use delicate silks and satin that are rare in the palace, let the kitchen change three meals a day to make local specialties... and give him money and let him go wherever he wants Play, let him buy horses, buy dogs, buy useless accessories, buy bright and dazzling clothes...satisfy his curiosity, answer his questions seriously, let him go wherever he wants to go, he Don’t ask him anything you don’t want to say...

It wasn't a day or two, it wasn't a year or two, he had to treat Lott like this all the time... he had decided long ago. Anyway, for him now, it is not difficult to do this. He hoped that the Bone Maharaja could be satisfied with this.

Otherwise, how can you be nice to someone? Burris could hardly imagine it.