Charles saw that the mage was about to cast a spell, so he quickly retreated. In fact, he does not completely trust this "young" mage, but he trusts His Majesty Pacia, so he is willing to trust His Majesty's guests.

Esther was about to leave, Burris called her softly: "Just to be on the safe side, you can check if there is any problem with the durian. No one should eat it yet, right?"

"Of course," said the princess, "people suspect that the batch of durians is poisonous, and they have been kept separately."

"I guess it won't be poisonous, but you'd better check it. If your father asks, let the prince’s family explain it, and we will assume that we don’t know anything."

After the princess left, only Burris and Lott were left in the room, as well as a suspended Tarina. Sir Charles didn't go far, he was walking around in the corridor, like a small mastiff in the guard house, Burris was afraid that he couldn't help breaking in, so he locked the door with magic.

"Okay, let's start." Burris sat down by the bed and closed his eyes.

Lott sat next to him, holding his shoulders with both hands: "Could you not cry and lose your face? It's like I stained your innocence."

"This is a serious matter, do I have to have a hippy smile?"

"At least...Can you not look too painful?" Lot nodded the mage's brow with his fingertips, trying to unfold the frowning brow.

Burris opened his eyes slightly: "Sorry, sir. I don't hate being contacted by you. It's just that...people often have some contradictory behaviors, such as spending a lot of money to find a famous doctor, but he gets scared when he sees a doctor. Shouting to stop..."

Lott asked: "Or, for example, I really like someone in my heart, but do everything possible to keep the distance?"

"This... is one kind," Burris said. "In short, sometimes it's really hard for people to control their emotions for a while, even I can't avoid them."

"I understand."

Lott said nothing, and hugged Burris and kissed him. He let the mage lean in his arms, holding the mage's back with one hand, and fixing the mage's chin with the other hand, so that Burris's head can rest on his shoulder, and it won't be uncomfortable to nest back.

He slowly injected power into the human body, slower than when he rescued the black pine last time. The faster the process, the greater the burden on humans. He is more willing to slow down, whether it is for spells or for selfishness.

After the mage passed, Burris immediately began to cast the curse for Tarina. The curse on Tarina is not difficult to lift, and the casting process is much shorter than the one that saved Hey Pine. After it was over, Burris was in a trance for a short while, as before, Lott held him behind his back and slowly waited for him to recover.

After waking up, Burris sighed: "If I can cast the spell by myself, I am afraid it will not take a second or two to lift the curse of the black pine..."

"How long will it take you to regain your original spellcasting ability?" Lott asked.

"It's estimated that it will take a while. Actually there has been progress. I tried some...er..."

"what happened to you?"

"Dizziness. God, how do those priests use magical skills? Let the magical veins pass through their flesh and blood, don't they feel uncomfortable..."

"That said, I haven't seen a priest cast a spell yet," Lot asked. "Are they dizzy after casting the spell?"

"They will also be dizzy..."

Burris looked at the reclining chair next to him, and Lot immediately understood what he meant and directly picked him up and walked over. Burris leaned back on the recliner, closing his eyes to rest up his mind and said: "Most pastors only serve as priests and cannot truly perform magical skills. Only a few priests can be selected by the magical veins. I was fortunate enough to meet an Aluben His pastor performed the technique of reviving life. He prayed and walked, wherever he went, the vegetation changed from dryness to prosperity, the dying animals were reborn, and the human wounds tortured by the power of death gradually recovered...The pastor was a man Elf, he saved a whole forest and several villages, and then he fell."

"died?"

"There is no death. But he is afraid that he will have to go through a period of life worse than death. He exhausted his physical strength, overdrawn his soul, and became very weak. He would have a low-grade fever for a long time, unable to take care of himself, and would not even have the strength to sit up, or even tell. To be complete. It will take at least forty to fifty years for the damage of the overdrawn soul to gradually recover. During this period, someone must take care of him so that he will not die in an accident... Maybe the elves can endure such a long time, if it is a human Priest... This is quite deadly. In short, after all, divine art comes from ancient gods, and the supreme power is too heavy for a mortal body."

Lot thought for a while: "You said the elf priest saved a forest... what happened to that forest? It must not have naturally decayed."

"That forest was ruled by Yrill. Do you remember the name Yrill?"

"Remember, your mentor."

"I thought you didn't pay attention to the name at all. So you remember it." Burris smiled bitterly. "Illil left a lot of mess after his death, such as huge golems out of control in some places, such as hunger everywhere. The farm of monsters, such as the forest... It has been ruled by Yylil for many years. He uses it as a combat training ground to train his various golems and summoned creatures. Yylil will fight slightly when he is alive. Take care of the forest. After he died, the contents inside grew out of control. The forest gradually became a forbidden place for death. The vegetation was withered, the miasma overflowed, and there were undead and mutant creatures everywhere... and a cursed forest. It will continue to expand outward, and gradually devour normal forests and villages. This is quite a headache."

"What then? The priest went to save the forest, so did you?"

"I went too. The danger left by the necromancer can only be controlled by the necromancer. The number of people participating in this operation is particularly large, one company of human infantry, one elven elite squad, two wizards, and three priests. Two of the priests are actually warriors with priesthood, and only the elf can perform true magic."

Lott did not speak for a long time, seeming to imagine the adventure scene at that time. After a while, he asked: "When is this?"

"When I was in my thirties."

"The forest is in Sargo?"

"No. That forest is sandwiched between two countries in the north, next to a free city-state named Fessit. Fessit is rich in three types of green minerals, so it is also called the City of Bihui, and the forest next to it is It's named'Gem Forest'. Now it's okay there, it's peaceful, Fessit is very beautiful, it's a human city full of elves. If we have time in the future, we can go to travel..."

Burris closed his eyes and heard Lot mutter with a smile: "You really don't look like a necromancer..."

"What should a necromancer look like? Illil is like that?"

"That's right. At least it shouldn't be helpful."

The mage laughed self-deprecatingly: "Actually... but I have never done anything less than what Iriel has done. I mean experiments and research. It's just that I'm more cautious, and I'm more willing to think long-term. .Let’s take the forest of the curse. After that, I not only earned a bounty, but also got an olive branch thrown by the Austrian Federation of Laws... It’s so good, so that I can continue to do what I like. Master for It is knowledge and magic, not to inflict meaningless pain on the self and the outside world."

After speaking, Burris opened his eyes and Lott stood with his back to him between the recliner and the bed, seeming to observe the state of the princess. "She will have to wait a while to wake up," Burris said. "Look, is her face much better?"

"Yeah..." Lott turned around, "By the way, I want to leave for a while, do you think there is a problem?"

"No problem, it's safe here." Burris asked. "But where are you going?"

"Like Esther, look around," Lotte chuckled. "Burris, I am not Iriel. I agree with you more, and I don't like his way of life at all. You don't have to remind you with words. I don’t have to worry about what I am going to destroy or conquer."

"How did you... suddenly say that..." Burris was a little panicked.

Lott leaned slightly and stared at Burriss eyes: "I know you trust me. But at the same time, you are a little afraid of me, not that I will harm you, but that I will have some influence on the outside world one day... …Since I came back with you, I have always felt your worries. It’s okay, Burris, as long as I have food, drink and money, I’m very happy. I want to enjoy life by your side and help you pursue knowledge by the way , This is my purpose, nothing more."

Burris avoided eye contact and sat up slightly. The tone of the Bone Maharaja just now was more like more than sixty years ago... At that time, the Bone Maharaja didn’t say much, and every sentence was very serious. Now Lott is laughing and joking all day, but Burris is a little uncomfortable with his serious words. Look like.

After a long time, Burris said awkwardly: "Sorry, I just..."

Lot patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be sorry. I know that humans sometimes can't control their own heart. I go for a walk, and I will definitely be back before the formal dinner. If you are not in this room, I will go to the banquet. The hall joins you."

The magic lock couldn't close the Bones Maharajah, Lott hummed a small song, opened the door and walked out. Burris heard Sir Charles in the hallway asking him how he was doing. He said that the spell was very smooth, and Sir Charles thanked the **** loudly...

Burris released the magic lock in time, and sure enough, the next second Sir Charles rushed in like a boar. He awkwardly thanked the mage on the couch, and sat down by the bed to observe his sister's condition.

Looking at the young knight, Burris couldn't help but think of some past adventures. Many young rangers and warriors are like this, with clear eyes, poor speech, straight thinking, and will not deceive... But the knights are very deceptive, although they swear to abide by various regulations, which of course include being sincere. , But they will deceive themselves and others. They deceive themselves first, then deceive others.

This kind of person has a characteristic when lying: they look directly into the eyes of the person who speaks.

They tried to persuade you with zealous eyes and the false sense of intimacy when the eyes were facing each other to convince himself: Believe me, I am really honest with you, and I fully believe what I am saying.

Burris remembered earnestly, did Lot's eyes look like this just now?