There is a break after dinner, and the dance will begin after the moon rises. Burris sat under the vine, looking at a group of court ladies by the fountain from a distance.

Estie was circling among the nobles, with a restrained smile on her face. She controlled her face with the magic of controlling the corpse, just to smile to her partner while dancing. This was not only related to the mood of the dancer, but also to how other nobles viewed her relationship with this man. This is the princess, this is the first heir of the kingdom. The female wizard can laugh as much as she wants, and she can be cold if she doesn't want to laugh, but the princess can't.

Thinking of this, Burris couldn't help sighing again and again. Over the years, he was not only instructing Estie's spells, but also constantly trying to help her solve this unsmiling sequelae. Estee's spellcasting ability continued to improve, but the sequelae of poisoning continued to exist.

The preparatory music played in the hall, and the ball was about to begin. Esther approached Sir Naylor, the smile on her face became more natural and sweet. She habitually stretched out her hand to hold Naylor's arm. Nayler trembled slightly, and even avoided.

She didn't catch up, but moved awkwardly, pretending to talk to the other person behind Naylor.

Burris was staring at her. She moved her finger and let a leaf float towards Burriss, bringing a message that only their master and apprentice could hear: "Teacher, what should I do? Sir Naler saw it, he saw me cast a spell ."

Burris didn't know how to answer for a moment. What kind of advice is she asking for? On the spell level? Or is it related to relationships? Or is it about love? After thinking about it, he replied: "Don't be afraid, he dare not do anything to you. If he hurts your heart, it means that he is not worthy of your love. If he can give up the proposal, it will be a blessing in disguise. Tarot believers won't be happy together, they break up early and feel comfortable."

After receiving the call, Esther looked at this side with a frown, turned and hurried into the hall. Burris shook his head bitterly, and sighed that the young man didn't know how to speak against his ears.

At the ball, Burris sat in the back row of the rest area, and had been chatting with Master Haida about the library and the Tower of Truth. The two of them don't know each other well, and the reason they can talk is only because they are both mages and they don't know how to dance. For them, talking about work is currently the best choice.

Lott can't dance either. He would dance the collective kick and kick dance that the country folk danced in the beginning of spring, but obviously that kind of thing would not appear in the court. Burris can't jump and won't participate, while Lot is more proactive, he will try to find someone to learn.

In the first song, he invited a court woman who seemed to be of low status. She didn't know the origin of this upstart, so she reluctantly danced with him. Lott didn’t know how to dance, so she had to teach while dancing. After all, it would be very rude to leave her partner before the completion of the song...

In the second song, Lot had already learned the basic dance steps. Since each song has a different beat, he has to continue to learn. This time he invited a tall lady who was the staff officer of the Royal Knights. The female knight is not good at dancing like Lott, but fortunately, she has been specially trained before participating in the dance. Although she has heavy steps and stiff posture, her dance steps are very skillful and rigorous. Lott learned a lot when dancing with her, and used it more flexibly than she did.

Time slowly passed by with the beautiful music, unconsciously it was late at night. Haida yawned frequently and took a nap with one hand on her head. Burris looked at the princess on the dance floor from a distance, feeling sad.

Esther never danced with Naylor. Naylor often looked at her in the crowd, but never came to invite her.

At this time, a dark shadow blocked some light. Burris raised his head, Lott returned, and he bent down and stretched out a hand.

"How much do you want to...?" Burris habitually went to his wallet.

"Who asked you for money?" Lott looked like he couldn't wait, and pulled Burris directly from his seat. "Come on, go dance!"

Burris refused: "I can't jump at all!"

"I will, I will take you, you don't have to jump seriously, just follow my movements and walk around."

"It's fine if you like dancing. You should continue to invite court ladies... How can normal people invite mages? Besides, it's not good for men to invite men!"

Burris couldn't hold back Lott's strength, and was directly pulled into the crowd by being half-supported and half-hugged. Lott adjusted the posture of the two of them to a dancing state, put them in his ear and said: "You are right, normal people don't invite male wizards, but I am not a normal person, I am not even a human being."

"You are really like this..." The surrounding people cast surprised eyes, making Burris feel weak, "If this goes on, I really don't know what rumors will go out in the future..."

Lott didn't care: "What other rumors can it be? It's nothing more than'Berys' illegitimate son likes men and has an ambiguous relationship with a handsome warlock from nowhere'..."

Burris avoided the "loving men" part and decided to discuss only another important point: "It seems you are very comfortable playing the role of a warlock."

"Yeah." Lott turned his arms around him, making Burris's toes almost off the ground, "You see, this is good, you use the current appearance to be with me, so no one will doubt You and the princess are married."

"Well..." Burris sighed, "I should thank you, thank you for your willingness to consider that kid."

Lott raised his hand to the music and motioned for Burris to turn around, but Burris was stunned and did not respond at all. Lott reluctantly hugged him again, leading him to keep up with the next rhythm.

"You don't have to thank me," Lott said triumphantly, "I don't feel wronged at all. Now we have attracted so many eyes, just like the stars of the prom, I'm so happy!"

I'm not happy! Burris kept his head down slightly, his eyes rested on the jewel pin that flashed on Lott's chest, and the eyes of other people on the dance floor made him look back.

Seeing Burris's gloomy look, Lott asked him if he had any troubles. The mage sighed and said, "I talked about something with people before, which affected my mood a bit."

"What's the matter, tell me?" Lot's expression wanted to hear romantic anecdotes.

He might be disappointed, the topic is not new and interesting at all. Burris said: "I don't know if you still remember... More than sixty years ago, there was a small young man among the knights who escorted me. He was about the same age as me at the time. He often walked by the prison and talked to me."

"Seriously, I don't remember. They wear uniform armor and cloaks. I can't recognize who is who."

"His name is Manello," Burris said. "I thought he died in the ice lake, but he didn't. Today I chatted with the prince's son for a while, and that child's history teacher is Manello."

Lot's dance steps slowed down, and he asked worriedly, "Why, this Manello wants to trouble you?"

Burris shook his head: "No, he has passed away. From the description of the Prince's son, I guess Manello hated me all his life... and even all the necromancers. He did not know how many people he affected in his life. , I don’t know how many young people like Sir Naylor have been taught by him?" Burris wanted to look for the princess in the crowd. He glanced around, but was forced to take away his gaze by the curious eyes of others. I wondered again, why should Esther be so wronged? Why? How much is my responsibility for her current situation, she is obviously a good boy..."

Lott couldn't understand: "How could the princess be involved in things sixty years ago? Even King Pasia was not born yet."

"No, the two things don't really matter," Burris stared at the floor embarrassingly. "I'm just a little unhappy. Did you know that Esther cast a control spell on herself again, forcibly manipulated her facial muscles to smile This spell will make her face completely numb, her facial features will be slow, and even her sense of taste will temporarily disappear... She has temporarily transformed herself into a silly doll that can only respond to a smile. But... that **** it. The knight ignored her! Because he found out that she was a mage! Everyone knew that she had lived in my tower, so the knight would naturally think that she had learned necromantic spells. Esther was exposed to save others Own, if she doesn’t cast the spell, maybe the knight has no time to save the prince and his entourage... She is to save people, but he actually..."

Lott changed his dance posture, from holding Burris' waist with one hand to directly hugging his body. "Okay, okay..." He soothed softly in the mage's ear, "I understand. I know why you are in such a bad mood... You thought about the things in the rime forest, but also about that. A frozen river. At that time you..."

"My business is nothing," Burris said much faster than usual, and he could see that he hadn't calmed down yet: "It's been so many years, and it's boring to think about it... Maybe it's just a matter of age. It's easy to make random associations and stubborn horns. It makes you laugh."

Lott said nothing for now. Under his guidance, although Burris still didn't know how to dance, he was able to follow him naturally. After flashing a few people, Burris saw two familiar colors...black dress robe and rose dress?

He raised his head and was surprised to see Esther and Sir Naler. They still danced? Could it be that Sir Naylor can accept that the princess is a mage, maybe even a necromancer?

"Do you know why?" Lot asked in Burris' ear.

"what why'?"

"Because it's almost midnight," Lott said. "Now everyone is dancing the last song of the night. You can dance with anyone at the dance, but when the last song starts, people will walk to their real partners. . Look, the Pacias are also dancing."

Burris didn't look at anyone, he also knew the meaning of the last song, and because of it, he dared not look up.

Lott continued: "In human romance novels, if the last song at the prom does not dance with the destined person, you may regret it forever. So, even if both Sir Naler and the princess have doubts, they still Don’t want to miss the last song. The future dilemma will be solved slowly in the future, at least for now, they don’t want to give up each other."

"You are right." Burris was tormented in the beautiful music. He had a hunch that the topic would soon fall on him.

Sure enough, Lott said: "I also want to dance the last song with you. I have been practicing for a long time just now and I am preparing for this moment. Seriously, can you accept it?"

"Accept what?" The hairs on Burris' back stood up.

"Accept a semi-divine high-level undead creature."