Lotla opened the small door and gently pushed the mage in, and followed up and closed the door. Now the secret talkers in the little black room became him and Burris. It was pitch black in the room, and no one thought about lighting a ball.

"You have changed, Burris." The Bone Maharaja sighed. "It was not so hard to talk to you before. You were more frank and straightforward then."

"At that time I was mentally unstable and physically not well, and of course I was rather sloppy in speaking," Burris said. "And I was only twenty years old."

"What does age mean? How old do you think the black pine is?"

"He is not the same, he is an elf. The mental development of a living body is not determined by absolute time, but by the comparison between itself and the outside world. I have seen such a case, the person involved is an apprentice of a human mage, because an experiment failed , Her appearance stayed at the age of fifteen forever, then she left the school and went on a trip with her 19-year-old sister. When I met the sisters, her sister was forty-nine years old, and she was a bit vicissitudes of body and mind. Female; her younger sister is forty-five years old, her character is still the same as that of a girl.

"My sister is also a mage. She can completely turn her face into a young man temporarily by illusion, but she can't find the true young heroic spirit. Later, that sister died of a chronic disease at the age of 70... Yes, She is not old, but she cannot live forever.

"Even when she is dying, her mind is more like a seriously ill teenager than an elderly woman... She has been treated like a child all her life, and she has lived a girlish life all her life. Under the conditions, years will only add experience and experience to her, but will not really wear down her soul."

"So... what do you want to explain?" Lott asked in the dark, "You mean, you are over eighty years old, and your soul has been worn out, so even if you change back to twenty, your character is impossible. Back in time?"

"Yes. I hope you can understand...I am definitely not as interesting as you think, nor as naive as you think."

The Bone Maharaja can see through the darkness, but Burris cannot. The mage was not dissatisfied with this, anyway he didn't want to see the other person's expression now, in case that face showed vigilance, disgust, anger, impatience... he must not know how to respond.

"Okay, then I'll ask the question seriously... Do you think I'm lying to you?" Lot took the initiative to take the responsibility of the "asker", "Do you suspect that I have concealed a major secret? Suspect that I might be against you ?Or do you think I intend to destroy a world or something?"

"My lord, I won't accuse you like that," Burris said. "It would be nice if I found out that you were going to destroy the world, so I could make plans for this... The problem is, I don't know, I don't have anything. I know, I want to trust you without knowing anything. Of course...I am still willing to trust you, this is what we have already said..."

The Bone Maharaja sighed: "Burris, you don't have to be so roundabout and so careful about words. Just ask me, "Are you looking for a bit thinner?"

"Then you... are you looking for?"

"Yes."

"My lord, you know what it means to be thinner, right?"

"Of course I know. It means the unknown alien world, but also the known gods, dark, void, and purgatory belonging to the ancient devil."

Burris said: "Altering World Summoning and Energy Extraction belong to the evil school... Now we have changed the term, called the'Private School'... Usually spellcasters will not discuss them publicly. If you are interested in another world, You can do research in my tower, where there is no restriction by any organization..."

"No, Burris," Lott's voice seemed to be smiling. "You know very well that I am not after summoning and energy extraction... It is because you know this that you are so nervous."

"Well...I guess you are going to enter a certain alien plane yourself."

"Yes," Lot said, "I was born in the Black Lake in front of the Hall of the Dead, and I need to go back to my birthplace."

"You want to inherit those powers." This time it was not a question, Burris just stated.

"Yes. Don't worry, I won't do anything bad with those powers. Those things should belong to me, so I must look for them, that's all. You humans will also receive your own inheritance, won't you? You have to trust me." Kacha Kacha.

"What sound?" Burris asked.

Lott continued to make a "click" sound, and at the same time said: "I am eating an apple. This apple is too sour, I won't share it with you."

Burris couldn't laugh or cry: "My lord, can you be more serious? About the alien plane... don't you know?"

"Do not know what is this?"

"Different planes are generally easy to enter and difficult to exit. Even mages who specialize in this domain will not easily travel on planes. As for the Palace of the Undead and Black Lake...that is the realm of God. As far as I know, The God’s Domain in the known alien world is the most difficult to explore. It can only enter and cannot exit. No matter which plane creatures, as long as they enter, they can’t leave. In other words, if you find the entrance and successfully inherit With strength... you will never come back again.” (Note 1)

"Not quite right," Lot is still gnawing the apple, but his tone is quite serious, "Did you forget, the Marsh of the Dead is also a semi-god realm, specially created by the gods to imprison me. I am imprisoned for 100 per cent. You can get seven days of release time every year. It seems to be able to enter and exit, but in fact it is not. Its nature is also that it can only enter and cannot exit. I directly flashed when I was "vented", and it was the same when I was re-incarcerated. I couldn't find the entrance and exit, so I couldn't take the initiative to enter and exit. But you found the way to enter and brought us out safely."

"We are out, but..." Burris didn't know if Lot was really stupid or optimistic. "But that was just a small demigod plane! I took the golem army and almost killed the plane guards, so I We can go deep into it, and when we leave, we directly break the curse...It's like destroying the foundation of a tower. We can only come out by directly destroying that plane!"

"That's the truth," the clicking sound ended, the Bone Maharaja should have finished eating the apple, "When I inherit the power, we can destroy the plane as well."

"It's feasible in principle...but how can it be so easy to do?"

"It's not easy, so I will think about it for a long time. I won't go crazy as soon as I see a thin plane. Burris, how many years did you find the bog of the dead? How many years did it take to master the method of'destroying the foundation'? Don’t you just keep your sense and do these things slowly? The same goes for me. Don’t you imagine me too crazy, okay?"

It’s also right to think about it. It was not easy for Burris to find the Marsh of the Dead. If this matter was made public, most spellcasters would definitely denounce this behavior as frenzied... and the Skeleton King’s goal was even greater. Far away, even if he finds a hundred thin spots on the plane, none of them will work; even if he finds a hundred thin spots that can be used, there may not be one that can be connected to the Black Lake...

"It seems you understand," the Bone Maharaja patted Burris on the shoulder, "I said you have changed. Although you were weak when you were young, you were very thoughtful and courageous then. How do you change now? It's going to be warm and chirping? Shouldn't you high-level spellcasters be more sinister and ambitious?"

Burris sighed: "My own'ambition' is being realized step by step, and it is very smooth. And this thing you mentioned... It is as amazing as asking Princess Esther to blow up the moon, you think she can leave it behind The future throne? Can her parents not be afraid?"

Lott laughed and said: "The'blow up the moon' is still very far away. And you can rest assured, if you really can't blow up, I won't force myself. Don't be suspicious and think I want to destroy the world. In short, I will explain it all now. Are you clear?"

Amazingly speaking, this conversation didn't actually solve any problems, but Burris did relax a lot. "My lord, I have another question," he said. "Since you eavesdropped on us, you must have also heard the girl Heimatsu mentioned... Does that girl know you too?"

"You know you, I saw her when I threatened Black Pine," said the Bone Maharaja. "I didn't hurt her, I just let her fall asleep. The elf is a bit exaggerated."

"I thought you ordered her to go to the gem forest..."

"What does her going to the Jewel Forest have to do with us? I only know that she is also a spellcaster, not very good."

Burris didn't ask any more, nodding in the darkness. He knew that the bone maharaja could see.

A hand with a faint apple scent came to the mage's cheek, brushed his sideburns with his fingertips, and put the hanging hair behind his ears.

"Burris, it turns out you have so many questions. Why didn't you ask me before?" Lot's voice was closer than before. "You didn't ask, how did you know that I refused to answer? Let's talk about it, even if I don't want to answer. What can I do? I won't be angry with you. After eavesdropping on your conversation with Black Pine, I realized that you are afraid of me being angry, right?"

Now, Burris can only admit it. After he nodded again, Lott said again: "I thought he had said it very clearly at the prom...Don't you understand it at all?"

"I understand." Burris answered quickly. He remembered the last song at the ball, and he also remembered every word Lott said... Burris hadn't lived in vain for more than eighty years, he was not so pure that he could not even hear this hint, but... he didn't know. How to make a formal response.

From a theoretical point of view, the Bone Maharajah's favor was considered reasonable... but from a subjective point of view, he was still deeply shocked. In this state of mind, how can the response be correct?

Now it is not a spell skill test, and the subject cannot get the best answer based on the question. Burris hopes to put the issue aside for now, and hopes Lott will not continue to discuss this issue in depth in a short time.

"It's okay if you understand, don't move." Suddenly, Lot drew closer, even if he couldn't see in the dark, Burris could feel his breathing.

Lott held up the mage's face and kissed his mouth unceremoniously. This time it was not for casting spells, it was a real kiss.

Burris was stunned. He subconsciously raised his hand to push Lott away, and Lott had been prepared, he simply opened his arms around the mage, and put Burris's stiff arms around his chest.

After the kiss, Lott held back a smile and asked, "You don't resist?"

Burris was still in a dazed state... Being so close in the dark, normal people could not help but want to resist, but... resisting would seem particularly petty. So Burris' hand stopped halfway through.

Lott continued to ask questions: "Is this the first time you kissed just now?"

"Of course not." Burris answered confidently.

It's a pity that Lott saw him through: "Is it the first time you kissed when you rescued Black Pine?"

"It's not..."

"That was the time in the Marsh of the Dead? No, my dear, it wasn't. At that time, I kissed your temporary body, the bald young man without ears. Strictly speaking, we didn't carry out any real, Kissing in all directions. Therefore, the time you cast a spell to save the black pine was the first time you kissed. You have not been in a relationship for more than 80 years, and you must have never kissed anyone. Kissing a woman's hand does not count."

Burris leaned weakly against the wall: "My lord, can't you give me a little dignity?"

Lott posted to hold the mage, and said affectionately: "You don't need to be ashamed, it's okay. I haven't been in a relationship, and I don't feel inferior.

Maybe your shame is in the wrong place... Burris said silently in his heart.

Seeing the mage's disgusting expression, Lott leaned over again: "Do you really mind? Then so..." He squeezed the mage's chin with one hand, "It doesn't count anymore! Now this time is our number one. One kiss. Isn't this always okay?"

what? What's the meaning of this...? ! Burris had this sentence in his mouth, but he didn't get the chance to say it. The Bones Maharaja kissed him again.

In the quiet night, in the small black room where you can't see your fingers, one is the demigod high undead bone maharaja Lotbart, and the other is the eighty-four-year-old legendary high-level mage Burris Gelshaw... this The situation was full of conspiracy and intrigue, and they were just kissing foolishly.

It's really stupid... it's not that Burris is arrogant. People are always good at and bad at things. Even experienced spellcasters like Burris have many bad things, such as horse riding, fighting, singing, writing... and falling in love and kissing. Not only is he not good at it, he can't even tell whether the other person is good at it...

Is Lotbarth’s kissing technique good? Burris didn't know and had no time to analyze.

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Note 1: God’s realm can only enter but not exit. This concept comes from "the death cannot be resurrected"...Although necromantic magic exists, it only manipulates the body and soul, rather than allowing the dead to truly have independent new lives. what? Resurrection? Priest? But these are only available in the game, and this world does not have such convenient magic...If that kind of thing does happen, it can be called a miracle...