Burris's expression was blank for a few seconds, and finally couldn't help saying: "I thought... you should ask ‘Can you accept men’ first..."

"Ha, I think you have been pretending to be stupid with me! That's right!" Lott took the mage around again, "You fully understand what I mean and every hint of mine! But you are wrong. You have to pretend to be nothing, and put on a polite appearance," he lowered his voice, "I really deserve to be a stubborn old man in his eighties..."

Burris turned to the beginning and responded cautiously: "This...I don't lie to you, I really feel your attitude to some extent. You also said that I am a stubborn old man in my eighties, and I am very grateful to you for letting me The body is back young, but this does not change my mentality. I can have a healthy body, but I cannot change the soul that is already old..."

Lott thought for a while: "I don't quite understand what you mean. Do you have a law that states that souls over eighty years old cannot fall in love?"

"That's not true," Burris smiled helplessly. "What should I say... My lord, I have long been used to living alone, not only materially, but more spiritually... So, you The ambiguous suggestion made me very frightened. I am not rejecting you personally, but...but I am unable to adapt to the kind of relationship you imagine now. I am afraid I cannot give you a satisfactory response."

"I'm quite satisfied with your response now," Lott narrowed the distance between the two of them. "I understand what you mean. You haven't been in a relationship for more than 80 years, and now someone is chasing you. You panic, you are super surprised. You have never experienced a more intimate relationship than a friend, so you see it as a scourge... Someone chasing you is not the scariest. What's more scary is that this person is the same **** as you, even he It's not a'human', he is a semi-divine alien high-level undead...In your expectation, you should have been just a pair of ambitious little magical allies, but now this same-sex undead is going to chase you according to the plot of a romantic novel ——Look, there are so many scary places, you don’t know which is the point."

"Indeed, your analysis is very comprehensive and clear." Burris was so scared that he began to speak in an academic tone.

"Now that you understand, it's easy." Lott looked at the mage who was walking with him in his arms triumphantly. "I know the difference between fictional literature and reality. In reality, the relationship between people cannot be like romance. The plot of the novel develops as quickly. I don’t ask you to fall in love with me immediately, as long as you know what I’m thinking, and the future is long. In fact, you should be mentally prepared. I hinted it more than sixty years ago. Do you remember?"

Burris can't remember. He does remember a lot of conversations back then, but not about this kind of thing... At that time, he was in a very bad state, with injuries on his body, a low-grade fever, unclear brain, and some emotions out of control, so he babbled along the way. He had a lot of words, and the Bone Maharaja only occasionally responded or asked questions briefly, which was not as talkative as he is now.

Lott repeated the situation for him: "At that time you said that you would release me from the swamp of the dead within your lifetime. I asked you, are you serious about promising me this? Of course you said it was serious. Then I promised you that as long as you can take me away, I will voluntarily become your unique ally...Before parting, I said to you, Burris Gelshaw, my mage, you are my destiny People... Do you remember this passage?"

Burris raised his head in a daze, and the academic discussion still hasn't disappeared: "My lord, this is the situation. Originally I accidentally ignored this part, but now after your patient reminder, I have re-recognized the particularity of the details here... Your wording at the time was rather roundabout, and I was unable to extract enough information from it due to my lack of speculative ability..."

"Dear Burris, are you okay?"

Burris tried his best to adjust his mentality and said, "I mean... now I remember this sentence, but I really didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I..."

Lott was a little disappointed: "It's okay, it's not too late for you to know. Okay, let's stop here for this topic... Will this conversation affect our relationship?"

"Probably not," Burris said. "You are still my most important ally, and I still trust you completely."

Although you have been hiding something from me. Burris added silently in his heart.

However, I am not in a hurry to verify, because this concealment is inevitable. There are so many secrets in your body that no one can understand them all in a short time.

Lot brought the wizard past a pair of dancing partners, who now happened to be standing beside the princess and Sir Naylor. Nayler was a little surprised, and embarrassed to stare at them all the time, while Estie's eyes widened as she watched the instructor being held in his arms by the colorful Skeleton Maharaja... that look almost pierced Burris.

The music is coming to an end, and the last song tonight is about to end. Lott held Burriss back and whispered in his ear: "I know what it's like to have never been in love in your eighties, and I can imagine how uncomfortable you are now. It doesn't matter. Take your time. I am I will inform you formally so that you will be mentally prepared."

When the music ended, people stayed in the last posture of the dance, and then hugged their partners. Lot also gently hugged Burris in his arms, smirked and kissed his forehead.

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After the prom, Haida called Burris again and said that the princess was looking for him. Strangely, she deliberately confessed that "Warlock" Lott would also come. Burris thought it was Esther who wanted to talk about Sir Naylor. Unexpectedly, it was King Parcia and Prince Ranto waiting for them in the side hall.

"Thank you for rescuing my daughter," Prince Ranto paced back and forth in the hall, looking restless. "The second son Charles has relayed your kind deeds to me. I can see that you are worthy of my trust. The caster..." He finally slowed down as he spoke, and finally stood in front of Burris, "You should have heard about the assassin too?"

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Just after Burris answered, Lott leaned forward and took the initiative to say: "Has the assassins already confessed? Their behavior is very strange, why do they have to go to the palace to assassinate His Royal Highness? Assassinated on the way or in the Prince's territory Isn’t it more convenient? If they just think that assassination in the palace is more deterrent, then why don’t they just assassinate the king?"

The corner of King Pacia's mouth sitting on the banquet chair twitched. He looked at the "warlock", and finally turned to Burris: "I heard that you are Burris' apprentice? Your name is Kraft, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Judging from the tone of King Pasia, he has probably heard the rumors of the "illegitimate child", and now looking at "Kreve" up close, he will definitely find that the young man's eyebrows are very similar to those of the old Burris. In his mind, the rumors of illegitimate children should have been confirmed. This is also a good thing, saving Burris the trouble of making up his own life.

The king glanced at the carnelian ring in Burris's hand: "I heard that your teacher is missing again. He hasn't returned yet?"

Burris replied: "The tutor's return date is uncertain. Before that, I will be fully responsible for not returning to the mountains."

"How is your ability to cast spells?" the king asked, "There are some things, I don't know if you as an apprentice can handle it well..."

Burris replied: "My ability to cast spells is average..." For him now, this is true, "I can identify all kinds of dangers, but I am not very good at fighting with magic. What I am better at is studying all kinds of Knowledge, provide some side assistance. The mentor still recognizes my ability, otherwise he would not trust me so much."

A mage, he is good at making suggestions, being good at being an encyclopedia, not good at attacking...Oh my God, this is simply the mage that knights and nobles dream of! What a safe mage! Harmless mage! This kind of mage is a good friend of the nobles!

After exchanging glances with the prince, the king said: "Okay, I understand. I have an old friendship with your mentor, and I know what that ring means. Since he trusts you, then I trust you too. Kreve Sir, just now your companion asked several questions about the assassin. His questions are also the questions of many people. We called you to come just because we hope you can help us find the answer."

After speaking, the king raised his hand, and a guard soldier standing in the corner left the side hall. After a while, two soldiers walked in with a tall and strong prisoner.

The prisoner was one of the assassins who assassinated the prince today. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, his feet were also shackled, and his body was clean. The prince walked directly to the prisoner, kicked him to the ground, and asked someone to help him up, and gave him a hard kick on his stomach. Strangely, the prisoner did not respond. He neither yelled nor struggled. He even maintained a dull expression, not even moving his eyes.

Burris saw the problem. He walked up to feel the pulse of the prisoner, and sure enough, this was not a living person at all.

"Could it be that...Assassins are all such things?" He looked at the prince, and the prince nodded.

This group of assassins knows how to spy on intelligence, can actively look for opportunities, and even deliberately disguised their identities. After being discovered, they fought with the Otarot Knights for a while... After being captured, they all stopped moving. , The prince sent people to interrogate them. They did not cooperate or resist. The threats of violence and Veritaserum were useless... During further inspection, the interrogators were surprised to find that none of these assassins had a pulse.

"It's a spell for manipulating a corpse... but it seems to be different." Burris checked the spell and carefully observed the appearance of the corpse's skin. Generally speaking, the corpse being manipulated can only obey straightforward commands, such as "keep the door and do not allow creatures other than the owner to enter", or "kill the man in armor". But these assassins can drive horse-drawn carriages, pretend to be fruit growers and caravans, and know that magic weapons are hidden under their clothes, and they can even make expressions and reactions that fruit growers, merchants, soldiers, etc. should have under surveillance... this is not Ordinary living corpses or golems can do it.

Burris took the corpse's hand and said a short spell. The spell crawled from his fingers into the skin of the corpse, and quickly penetrated under the skin like a thin snake. After a while, the spell came back, slipping from the corpse into Burris's hands.

"They are like clockwork dolls..." Burris said, "Someone evokes these corpses, uses magic to ensure that they do not rot, and then manipulates them to kill people step by step... Every step of their actions is determined by themselves, no They need the master to give orders in every detail. As long as they are conducive to completing the task, they can choose the best plan. The caster does not give them a real mind, they do not have their own emotions. Once the order changes or the task fails, they It will turn back to a loose clockwork doll, and will not respond to external stimuli. In this way, the manipulator can not only give the body enough IQ during the mission, but also ensure that they are absolutely loyal."

King Pasia made a gesture to drive away evil, and muttered the holy name of Lady Day. Prince Ranto was pale, staring at the corpses on the ground with wide eyes: "Mage... can you find out who the owners of these corpses are?"

Burris just wanted to say that this is impossible, Lott suddenly stood beside him: "I can do it. I can find out who these corpses are, where they come from, the detailed effects of the spells on them, and what kind of implants they have. The command...Combined with these points, we should be able to figure out where the owner of the body is, and maybe we can figure out who the enemy is based on the command."

"Really?" The prince and king looked at him.

"Of course. It's because I'm good at doing strange things that Burris trusts me," Lott glanced at the real Burris next to him, "but...my casting process is very strange, I hope the two will not be too surprised ..."

Hearing this, Burris immediately understood what he meant: "Your Majesty the King, Your Royal Highness, I implore the two of you to evade a bit! This spell-casting process is very disgusting, and it is not suitable for use in front of the noble royals..." He particularly saw Xiang King, "You have entered the tower of my teacher, you should understand what I mean!"

King Pacia hid his face with one hand, and seemed to think of something particularly unbearable. He said a few words to the prince, and the two went out temporarily and closed the door.

Only Burris and Lot, and a demented living corpse were left in the side hall. Burris sighed, "My lord, you are about to kiss the corpse again, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Lot was already kneeling on the head of the corpse, "Actually, I could touch him once, but now I can only kiss him. Alas, I also hope that this sequelae can be cured quickly."