The snow gets bigger and bigger.

Burris Gelshaw turned his head. The outline of the white tower was completely melted into the wind and snow, and only the raging flames showed its existence.

Instructor Iriel died in the laboratory. He was scorched, with arrows in his body, and finally nailed by a spear on the unactivated circle. After that, the Knights of the Otarot Temple executed all the experimental creatures in the tower, and many collections and books were also burned.

Burris cried, begging them not to destroy books and laboratories. Mentor Illil was sinful, but this knowledge was neutral and innocent. Unfortunately, the temple knights don't think so. In their view, necromantic spells are inherently evil.

The knight's gate was spilled with flaming agent in the laboratory and study, and soon the entire tower was swallowed by flames. Burris was shoved away in a muddled manner, and after a while, he found himself in a prison car.

Because he could only cry and cry, the knights didn't embarrass him too much. I heard that they are not like this to the more dangerous caster criminals. If the case requires you to give a testimony, they will plug your mouth with a cork. After a few days have passed, even if they pull out the cork, your mouth will not be able to help yourself. Close; if no one needs your testimony, they will simply cut off your tongue or destroy your vocal cords...As long as you have the intention to cast a spell, they will break your fingers. If you dare to resist again, they will Pick off your hand and foot tendons, and even some wizards will be blinded...In short, they have to make sure that you have no chance of casting back.

Decades ago, these pre-trial barbarisms were very common, but recently they have decreased a lot. Now Otarot Temple has learned to use potions to control captives, and in principle, meaningless abuse of captives is forbidden-unless the captive is too dangerous to control.

When treating apprentice Burris Gelshaw, the knights were already very polite. Burris is not a dangerous mage, he is just a young apprentice around twenty years old.

Moreover, it is precisely because of his assistance that the Otarot Temple can hold sufficient evidence and have the opportunity to send the Knights to execute Yylil legally.

Guru Yrel rules a northern plain that does not belong to any country. In his territory, he can do almost whatever he wants. If there is no convincing evidence and reason, neither the temple nor the neighboring countries can deal with him. Burris did not intend to be a betrayer from the beginning. He originally wanted to be a pharmacist, but by chance, he entered the tower of Yrill... He really wanted to pursue knowledge and to study the mystery of death. .

But later he gradually realized that his mentor, Yylil, was a tyrant, not a researcher. He will not leave knowledge, but will only bring destruction.

Yylil provided weapons to the gray mountain spirits in the mountains, and exaggerated the gray mountain spirit's ambitions to border residents and plains nomads; he used war to test his magic weapons, and harvested a large number of dead bodies and souls through war; he let the plains Blood flowed into a river, letting life surrender under his feet. He even planned to turn the life in the ruling area into a sacrifice, in order to connect the isolated planes in ancient times, and find the purgatory that has long been far away from the world...

Everyone knows that the next step in gaining power is to expand ambitions and seek greater power. This is not surprising, it can even be said that such talents are normal. Careerists want to conquer more territories and gain more dominance. What people really need is the surging benefits after victory, not a world of death and hopelessness.

That's not the case with Instructor Illil. Illil is not after ambition, but the pleasure of destruction and dominance. He likes to use killing to make others fear, and then get satisfaction from the fear, and then use this satisfaction as the motivation, and then continue to make more large-scale killings... In Burris's view, this is completely meaningless.

If Yrel wins every day, he or his allies will never have wine and wealth to enjoy, because they have already destroyed everything.

The day when the Knights attacked was the Winter Solstice. The plain and the icy lake have been snowing for three days, and it gets bigger and bigger. Burris curled up in the prison car, looking back at the tower, tears freezing on his face, making his skin sting.

A young knight thought he was afraid, so he comforted him. The knight said, we know that you are not bad in nature, otherwise you will not risk helping us collect evidence of Yrel, but after all, you are his apprentice and you have participated in many of his criminal acts. We still have to take you back. Only in this way can we give an explanation to the temple, other nearby countries, and local tribes. Don't be afraid, what you will face is a fair trial, and your actions to offset the crime will be affirmed.

The tower gradually disappeared from view. Burrisbee just relaxed a bit, but the knights who escorted him did not relax. Burris knew that although his betrayal of his mentor was beneficial to the outside world, others would not trust him for it.

In the wind and snow that obscured his vision, Burris vaguely saw a figure.

The man walked at the back of the knight team, tall and walking slowly, as if he was the tallest but slowest veteran. The armor of the Otarot Temple Knights was black, and the man at the end of the team was also dressed in black. He seemed to wear a long-horned helmet on his head, which was completely different from the knights' feather helmets.

I shifted my sight a little, and the person was gone again... it doesn't have to be "missing", maybe it was a change of position, maybe the helmet was taken off... or it wasn't a helmet at all? Is it some weapon raised by the knight?

Burris was in a trance, and his eyes were not so good. He always saw that figure when he glanced at it accidentally, and when he looked closely, it seemed to be just an illusion.

The army moved slowly in the wind and snow. Throughout the day, that person is still fading. Burris stopped paying attention to him, he was just a tall man who was walking slowly...otherwise, what could it be?

If he was a monster that slipped through the net, he would have killed him. If he was the **** of death that only I could see, why didn't he come to harvest my soul?

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Dreaming will prolong people's sleep time. Burris usually woke up very early, but fell asleep until noon today.

He was awakened by the door slamming, thanks to Lott yelling outside and knocking on the door desperately, otherwise Burris’ long dream would continue. When he is tired, it is easy for him to dream of the past, dreams of things in his youth. The picture is like a replay of the past, but the details are not clear.

Yesterday, he bumped on the carriage all day, and finally rushed to the city after the gate of the royal capital was closed. For security reasons, several large cities within Sargo’s territory banned the transmission of spells and fixed teleportation formations. The king’s capital became more strict. The banned teleportation range set by it extends dozens of miles from the city wall. A monitoring stone was set up in each guard post, and military mages were monitoring the fluctuations from the stone in real time in the tower of truth in the capital.

This system was designed and arranged by Burris himself many years ago. He could take advantage of the loopholes to evade the surveillance and send it directly to the capital, but... it must be the original him to do it. The problem of the different tone of the soul has not been solved yet, and he can only study many high-level spells and cannot cast them. Therefore, he could only use the teleportation array to reach other locations, and then hire a carriage to move on.

The teleportation array he used was positioned at the edge of the Emerald Manor, still a certain distance away from the royal capital, but fortunately, there was a road that could quickly reach it. Who knows, a crack has appeared on a bridge passed by the official road in the past few days, and all the carriages have to go around. The half-day journey now has to go from morning to sunset. When he arrived in the royal capital, Burris was listless, completely numb from the waist down. Lott was not tired. He sat in front with the coachman and yelled at the high arches or the commercial street. He was a conscientious hillbilly.

Because of the court invitation letter, Burris and Lot moved into an official hotel specially prepared for VIPs. After checking in, Burris was too tired to speak, and even had dinner sent to the room, while Lott stayed in the hall enthusiastically to watch the singing and dancing performance, not knowing when it was time to drink.

Although Lott has an apprehensive aesthetic and loves to spend money, there is one thing that makes Burris feel at ease: he will never reveal his identity to strangers casually.

In Holly Village, he claimed to be a guest of the Mage Tower. In other towns, he claimed to be the son of a merchant and traveled. In the hotel in the royal capital, he claimed to be the messenger of the Mage Tower. This answer is broad and accurate. Usually, the listener knows it. After a smile, I won't ask questions again. Because of this, Burris was able to stay in the house and rest peacefully, without staring at Lot to help him lie.

Burris thought about this in a daze, paralyzed in bed for a long time before waking up completely. Lot is still knocking on the door, and there is a sense of rhythm. Burris sat up unhurriedly, took a sip of water, and nudged to open the door.

"Are you twenty or eighty? Why are you acting so slowly?" Lotte slipped in as soon as the door opened. "It's really not a young man, he's still an eighty-year-old man."

Burris replied slowly: "Not so. Old people sleep less, but younger bodies need more sleep. Adults, are you in a hurry to ask me to help me?"

"No. I just heard a news! It's amazing!" Lott held the mage's shoulders with both hands and said solemnly, "Last night, Miss Tarina was stabbed to death by durian!"

Burris opened his mouth slightly, unable to combine the words he heard into effective information.

"Tarina?" he asked, "Is it that Tarina? Esther's cousin, Prince Ranto's youngest daughter?"

"is her."

"She's dead?"

"Some people said they fainted, others said they were dead. The dead version was said by the merchant who came to the hotel in the morning to deliver the wine. The merchant heard the soldiers patrolling outside the palace walls and the soldiers heard the maid. The hotel. The boss retorted that Miss Tarina was not dead, but a sudden illness. The boss listened to the silk dealer, and the silk dealer listened to the poet who was about to enter the palace to play."

Isn't this all gossip... Burris suddenly thought of another important point: "Wait, how did you just say Tarina died?"

"It was stabbed to death by durian."

"By durian? You mean durian? My lord, have you ever seen a durian? Is that kind of fruit imported from Quintilia? It is yellow in color, big, with many thorns on the skin, and it smells bad after peeling... "

"That's it. I haven't eaten it, but I have seen it."

"How can a person be stabbed to death by durian?" Burris could not feel the horrible atmosphere of the murder.

Lott shrugged: "I don't know the details. We are going to the palace this afternoon, and Esther will definitely tell you about it. By the way, Burris, I also found one thing... "

At this point, Lot lowered his voice, and Burris couldn't help but frowned.

Lott stretched out his fingers and hooked up the flaxen hair curled on the shoulder of the mage: "I found... you look very beautiful with your hair in your hair. Don't tie your hair anymore. You tie your hair up like an old-fashioned old man. Academic, more youthful vigor with your hair."

Burris walked away helplessly: "You always change topics so quickly, I can't keep up with your thinking rhythm."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it," Lott leaned against the table, watching Burris tie his hair and put on his coat.

The sight behind him was very uncomfortable. Burris changed his clothes halfway and took a cup and towel and went to the bathroom, taking the opportunity of washing to secretly tidy up the remaining clothes.

In fact, he doesn't need to take off his clothes, and he won't show anything that shouldn't be exposed. Besides... it doesn't matter if he shows up. The person standing outside is not a human being, he is a semi-divine high immortal creature, and he is also male. ...But he just doesn't want to be stared at all this way. Dress and wash in the same room? This is a bit too intimate, a bit strange to him, and a bit weird.

"Burris," Lott's voice came from outside, "Did you never expect me to be so annoying?"

The mage chuckled, "I don't find you annoying, my lord."

Lott said unceremoniously: "I didn't mean that, in fact, I know you don't bother me. The term'annoying' here is not derogatory, but means being overly lively, full of curiosity and focusing on the taste of life."

Burris washed his face slowly, and Lot continued outside: "When I first saw you more than sixty years ago, I deliberately didn't talk to you too much. At that time you looked sick and still in good spirits. It’s a bit unstable, and I don’t know what character you are. I’m afraid that chatting casually will scare you."

"Actually not," Burris replied, wiping his face, "your language is no different from ordinary people, but your appearance at the time is more scary. I was really scared at first, but I quickly accepted the reality before me. "

Lott suddenly rushed in a few steps and opened the bathroom door unceremoniously. Burris turned his head and secretly decided that the door must be locked afterwards... Fortunately, he was just washing his face this time.

"You know, I get excited when I talk about things in the past!" Lott held the door frame with one hand, and from his expression, he was really excited, "At that time I thought you must be someone who can do great things! I really didn't I'm wrong, my little mage has become so powerful and so rich! Now looking at you every day, I just...I just want to..."

Burris was so scared that he dropped the towel into the basin: "What do you...think?"

Lott didn't say any further, he maintained the posture of supporting the door frame with one hand, motionless for several seconds...Finally, he put down his hand and walked back into the room apologetically.

"It's nothing, let's not talk about it. Let's change the topic." He stood by the window, turned his back to the mage, pretending to be looking at the scenery, "I just occasionally express my emotions. My literary attainments are not deep, and I may not be able to express my meaning. , So I don’t say it... it will definitely scare you. Don’t mind, don’t ask."

Burris nodded with an "um" and sat down to organize his belongings. Lott looked at the scenery for a few minutes, then turned his head back: "I told you not to ask, you really don't ask anymore?"

"I... follow your wishes." Burris answered ambiguously. In fact, he was quite curious about what Lott wanted to say, but he felt it best not to lead him to say it.

Because Burris lowered his head, he could not see the changing situation on Lot's face-like a drunkard who made up his mind to push away the cup, or like a happy Orion who had to put it under the druid's glare The deer in the trap...

In the end, Lot did not say anything. He regained his vigor, took Burris' glass and drank some water, ran back to his room and changed his dress.