The lobby of the tavern was full of voices, but the room on the second floor of the stairs was filled with ominous atmosphere.

Necromancer Heisong sat on the ground, cold sweat slowly condensing on his forehead, sliding water trails across the pale foundation.

"I'm sorry, I...I don't know you are...an ancient undead demon dragon!" The elf has apologized three times, and even forgot to pretend it in the ancient elf accent, "I thought you were just an ordinary warlock, so I went to find My mentor wants money..."

The Bone Maharaja erased the human appearance, revealing black scaly skin and devil horns. At this time, his face was not in the shape of a human skeleton, but in the shape of a reduced dragon skull. Like the previous reduced version of dragon wings, this is part of his own power. They have nothing to do with dragons. The style of being shaped into giant dragons is entirely out of the monarch's hobby.

The skeletal prince disguised as the "Ancient Undead Demon Dragon" sneered: "You elves are really shameless. You are all ages. You are embarrassed to ask for money from humans who are only over eighty years old... Well, maybe your mentor I'm willing to raise you, I can't control it, but your various behaviors have disturbed me... My Kreve, this is intolerable to me!"

Kreve is Burris’s current pseudonym. Hei Song didn't deliberately remember this name, but he still thought of the young mage in the tower.

"I'm sorry!" Heimatsu apologized for the fourth time, "I was wrong! I shouldn't reveal his identity to outsiders! But... the rumors about him and the princess really didn't come from me! I didn't even think in that direction!"

"When your tutor is not in the tower, Kreve is the acting master of the tower. If you worry about Kreve again...heh, at that time, even if Burris comes to intercede for you, it is useless!"

"I understand, I understand, I will explain the truth to my friends, and try to restore Mr. Kreve's reputation... Do you think this is okay?" The elf almost cried as he said, "Or tell me what to do, I I will definitely do it! Please... please let Augustia go, she is innocent, she knows nothing, she and I have only met soon..."

The Bone Maharaja was very satisfied. He bowed, approached the elf with an evil dragon head, and said in a low and menacing voice: "Elf, it seems that you still don’t understand the seriousness of the matter. If you only revealed the life experience of Kreve, then At best, it will add some trouble to Burris, but if you reveal my existence... you will bring destruction to that tower!"

Hey Pine certainly didn't want this to happen, he still wanted to go back and ask for money. "I understand! I understand!" He kept nodding, "Of course I don't know who you are! I only know that you are just a great and wise warlock..."

The Bone Maharaja gave a cold snort, turned and opened the wooden door. When he turned his back to the black pine, his face had changed back to a human appearance.

"Very well, remember your promise. I have to protect my Kreve, so I won't waste my tongue with you. Your girlfriend is in the back street of the pub, go."

After slamming the door, Lot hurriedly ran downstairs and pulled up Augilia, who was sitting in the hall, from the small door leading to the back kitchen to the back street of the tavern. Augilia looked at him blankly, and pointed to the firewood pile by the wall: "Lie down there."

Augilia quickly understood the master's meaning, and she shrank next to the firewood and immediately entered a trance and pitiful state. The Bone Maharaja nodded in satisfaction, and disappeared into the street corner.

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Tarina gradually woke up, and Burris's strength almost recovered. He went downstairs and prepared to return to the guest area with Mage Haida. As soon as he walked into the garden, Charles chased him out. Haida walked away wittily, leaving the Prince's son to talk to Burris.

The tall young knight bowed his head to the mage: "Your Excellency! I'm here... to apologize."

"You didn't do anything wrong, why should you apologize?"

"I must be honest. Not only to be honest with others, but more importantly, to be honest with myself. I want to confess to you. I heard the rumors before and thought you were your Royal Highness Estelin's... lover. I think the necromancer It is impossible to have a noble character, it is impossible to be willing to help others free of charge, and think that His Highness Estelin let you deal with this matter completely out of personal affair... Your Excellency, I am wrong, you are a good and honest Master, you saved my sister's life..."

Burris smiled and waved his hand. Of course I am not helping you "for free", but I didn't ask for money in person. No matter what Charles was thinking before, as long as he didn't say it, others would never know, and Charles came to apologize... It's been a long time since I saw such a simple child. Burris wanted to reach out and touch the young man's head, but Shire was too tall, he knew he couldn't touch it, so he didn't do anything extra.

"My reputation is irrelevant, but this rumor has done too much harm to Her Royal Highness," Burris said. "I only met her a few times because of her mentor, Burris, and apart from that, we have no personal relationship. I heard that Her Royal Highness Estelin was seriously ill when she was young. My mentor saved her. She still remembers this kindness, so she often visits her senior mentor. Although I don’t know she usually What is her personality, but based on this alone, I think she must be a very kind princess."

Charles nodded frequently: "Yes! Yes! You are right! Such a princess of good character should not be harmed by vicious rumors! Although I can't control everyone... But in the future, if someone tells me rumors, I will definitely refute him with facts!"

Burris smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to leave, the young knight stopped him again: "That...sir, can I ask you something from a personal standpoint?"

"please say."

"This may offend you, please believe me, I just want to find the answer, not to sarcasm you."

"Excuse me, I will not misunderstand."

Charles spent a few seconds organizing the language, his face flushed a little: "That's it. When I was a kid, there was a history teacher who used to be a clergyman in the temple of Otarot. He always taught me to stay away from spellcasters, especially Necromancer. Later, my father cooperated with spellcasters during the Battle of Lunar Mountain, and among them was an elf necromancer; my brother is now a civilian official, in fact, he had gone to Hilda Academy to study for two years. It’s a place full of mages..."

Burris nodded silently. He certainly knows the Hilda Academy, which is located on the east coast of the mainland, named after the founder, and is one of the only two arcane academies in the Ten Nations Confederation. Burris is not only a visiting professor of that college, but also one of several university trustees.

The boy said, "My brother is not a mage, but he just learned a little bit of the basic principles of magic. But this experience of learning seems to have changed him. Once, I went to visit the history teacher with him, and I didn't expect them to chat. After all, there was a quarrel. The teacher is an elder, after all, my brother did not insist on his own concept to the end... In short, my brother thinks that the wizard is no different from the soldier. He can't help defending the necromancer, and our history teacher cannot tolerate this. a little."

Your brother is Norad, ten years older than you, and he is very popular... Burris remembers that aristocratic child. He hadn't taught him, but he had heard of the kid’s various deeds in the school—Norad at all He didn’t come to learn spells. He was simply to influence others’ learning. During the two years of his advanced studies in the teaching institute, he recruited bees, butterflies and hooks, causing several stupid struggles, resulting in five apprentices, three women and two men. Fighting against each other because of jealousy...It seems that two or three of these five are specialized in necromantic spells. Norad will defend the necromancer, mostly just to protect his ex-girlfriend and boyfriend.

"I just want to ask you," Charles continued, "Why do you want to be a teacher? Especially... you are still a necromancer... It looks like you are about the same age as me, so how come you get here? A way..."

Burris thought for a while and asked: "You should have heard your brother mention about necromancy, right? Even if your brother defends it, he must admit that there are many things in necromancy that are disgusting, right?"

"Yes……"

"For example, nettles in the cemetery, bats that have been burned, human blood mixed with medicines, fetuses that were not born alive, even corpse oil and bones hundreds of years ago..." As Burris said, Charles had already His face became uncomfortable, "Let’s not talk about it, let’s see what necromancy spells can do first. Some spells can kill enemies quickly, some can create lifeless and fearless warriors... and some are more ingenious. Yes. Sir Charles, has anyone in your army been injured as a result of actual combat or training?"

"Of course there is."

"Such as falling off a horse and knocking a broken front tooth?"

"It's true! Someone in my team broke their teeth last month, although not because of horse riding..."

Burris laughed: "You should know that once an adult’s tooth is missing, it can’t be recovered. Now there is such a necromantic spell that can spawn new bones and shape them. A well-trained person The necromancer can make people grow teeth again, and then use the technique to shape the new tooth into a shape suitable for the current oral structure. This new tooth is a real tooth, not a metal denture or an illusion, and the entire casting process will not be affected The surgeon brings any pain and danger...Is this spell very convenient?"

"Indeed..." Charles recalled the mouth of that teammate. The lack of front teeth at the age of seventeen was really sad.

Burris added: "However, this spell is not just for teething. If it is cast in a different way, it can also be used in combat and in assassination. Necromancers can make enemies within a few minutes Their bones swell or collapse, or they can pierce arteries and penetrate flesh..."

The young knight froze. He couldn't help taking a step back. The mage who was not much older than himself had always had a gentle temperament, but now he suddenly became very scary.

"Don't worry, no one will cast spells like this now," Burris said. "Actually, the killing method is the basic version of this spell. Use it to give deer horns, give people long teeth, and give people with different leg lengths. Development... These are all new usages developed by necromancers in the past 100 years. The Austrian Federation banned its killing version, embargoed a certain material necessary for the killing version, and regular necromantic teachers also Students will not be taught the use of the killing version. Sir Charles, if there is a chance to let your friend grow his front teeth, would you like it?"

"This...Of course I would." The boy said hesitantly.

"If there is an enemy invading Sargo in the future, and you are powerful, you can gallop to kill the enemy, sweep the battlefield, ensure that your side retreats all over, and prevent the enemy from committing any more... Would you like to use this power to fight?"

"I do."

"So, if the Lunar Mountains maintain peace, the orcs and barbarians will never cross the Lunar Mountains anymore. At this time, someone asks you to make a special trip into the orc village to kill all men, women, children, and even the newborn babies. You will Do it?"

"No!" Charles said loudly, "Soldiers defend their homes and the country, but they never kill innocent people. I also know that some troops will do some depraved and unhonourable things in war... But I I definitely won't do it! Neither of us will be a realm knight or a temple knight!"

Burris looked at him appreciatively: "You asked me why I want to be a necromancer, and you also wonder why your brother defended the necromancer. Don't you already know the answer?"

The author has something to say:

The maharaja is scaring the children, the mage is educating the children...

By the way, the Falling Moon Mountain Range will be a copy in the future...