Burris almost choked with fright. He subconsciously activated the protective magic, but the spell failed to stop the opponent. The stranger hugged him accurately and gave him a few extremely enthusiastic face-to-face salutes, which made him thump and fall back. On the couch.

Having recognized this person, Burris gave up the struggle. He secretly thanked his current body. If he was eighty-four years old, he would suffer a concussion without breaking a bone just now.

"Dear Bones Maharaja, your disguise is very natural..." After the other party had almost had enough trouble, Burris sat up slowly.

The Bone Maharaja was very surprised: "What? You recognized me right away? I thought you had to shout ‘Who are you’ in surprise!"

"I really didn't react the moment I saw you, but soon I could detect it."

"This is not a disguise," said the Bone Maharaja. "I have more than one face. Including the gray dragon you saw before. That is also me and part of my power. In fact, it has nothing to do with dragons, but I like it. Just shape it like that. Now this face is my human appearance. I was like this when you saw me. Don’t you remember?"

Burris thought for a while: "I really don't remember when I get older. I remember your general appearance, but I don't remember the specific appearance."

Looking at a twenty-year-old face saying the old-fashioned words, the bone maharaja couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. He sat down on the sofa and pulled Burris up: "I have to tell you something. Actually, I am not called the'Bone Maharaja'. It is a respect given to me by ancient scholars. My real name is Luo. special."

Burris did not expect to hear such an ordinary name: "Lott? Is this shorthand for what? What is your full name?"

"Lottbald," said the Bone Maharaja-Mr. Lott, "this is the name I found in the world. It sounds pretty smooth, so I called this. Later I found out that it sounds a bit evil, so you Just call me Lot."

Burris nodded and looked at his whole body: "Okay, Lord Lott. What you wear is..."

Lot also looked down at his dress: "It's true that this dress was found for me by the princess and a golem. It seems to be the dress of some servant in your tower. The coat can barely be worn, and the pants are a bit too short. The trouser legs are too tight."

"Yes, it doesn't fit well." Not only is the trouser legs tight, and the crotch is tight to the point of a little shame... Burris sighed secretly, stood up and walked to the desk.

Seeing the mage sitting down and writing, Lot also followed curiously: "What are you writing?"

"I wrote a letter to Mr. Justin, asking him to prepare some fabrics for each season, and come over when they are ready. He is my personal tailor and lives in Holly Village northwest of the Forest of No Return."

After speaking, Burris snapped his fingers and the metal raven flew in from the window. Burris opened the small drawer on its chest and put the letter in. The metal raven seemed to bow to him and flew out again.

"Private tailor?" Lot raised his eyebrows. "You let a construct deliver a letter to the tailor? Are you not afraid to scare the tailor to death?"

Burris smiled and shook his head: "No. Mr. Justin has friendship with me. His studio is very famous, not the kind of small mountain village workshop you think. They are full-time custom-made garments for nobles everywhere. I and his family The long-term relationship has been in his grandfather’s generation."

Lot was even more curious: "You are a mage, why do you have a long-term relationship with a tailor?"

"They not only make ordinary single-piece garments, but also mass produce soft armor, gloves, belts, boots, etc. These things can be just daily necessities, or they can be further processed into magical artifacts. So we have always had a stable cooperation. In the mountains, besides my tower, there is also a manor. It is a workshop for making magic weapons. There are a group of spellcasters staying there for rotation, enchanting various protective gears and weapons, and using Mr. Justin’s costume to make various Kind of finished magic clothing...our works will be shipped to many places, the largest of which comes from the royal capital of Sargo."

Lot asked: "Non-returning to the mountains is your personal property. So, this workshop is also yours, right?"

"Well, it's mine."

"It was unexpected," Lott looked at the mage with complicated eyes, "that young and cute little mage was already so good back then. I really didn't believe the wrong person."

Burris is accustomed to this kind of praise: "You are too praised, I can't talk about how good you are, at best, it's just not wasting time."

"Are you rich?" Lott asked bluntly.

"It's pretty decent. My current funds are enough to sustain research needs."

"Do you have a horse? I want to use it."

Burris was a little confused. I don’t know what the Bone Maharajah just returned to the world wanted to do... But he opened the drawer cooperatively, took out a metal tag and handed it to Lot: “There is a stable under the tower, and the one behind the tower In that courtyard. If you want to go out, you can show this to Mr. Mafjord. As long as the distance is not far, he can drive you there in a carriage."

"What if the distance is far?"

"If it's too far, we usually use teleportation array..."

Lott took the listing: "Okay. I'll take a look nearby and try to come back before dinner...or tomorrow at the latest. Don't bother the groom, just pick a horse by myself."

Burris nodded: "Wait a minute. I have to find you a pair of shoes. Didn't Mr. Willis bring you shoes?"

"Who is Willis?"

"The meat golem in the white apron."

"He looked for it and didn't find anything I can wear."

Burris personally took out a pair of sheepskin slippers from the low cabinet: "Yes, none of the mages who have lived here are as tall as you. If you must go out immediately, you have to make mistakes for wearing this first."

After putting down his shoes, the mage opened the drawer and took out a small bag. He counted the contents carefully, and added a few bills to go in: "There are more of these, you take it. By the way, do you know how to buy things?"

"I know. Although I can only go out for seven days in a hundred years, I will observe humans within seven days each time. It has been more than sixty years since my last'release'. Your social rules should not have changed. Is it too violent?"

"Okay...that's fine. Sir, if you want something, you must spend money, don't grab it," Burris said earnestly, "I know your strength is very strong, and I know you may disdain Obey the rules set by mankind, but...I live here all my allies. They are all loyal to me. It's not easy for everyone to live their lives. You just take it for me. Don't..."

Lott was amused: "Don't imagine me being so cruel, okay? I'm here to enjoy, not to suffer and suffer. Since I have money, why should I bother to grab things?"

"Then I can rest assured," Burris was still uneasy from the look on his face. "You can take the money. If you don't have enough, you can ask me for it. If you need to buy something at the store in Wintergreen Village, you can also sign with them first. Bill, it’s a bit more convenient..."

Suddenly, Lot raised his hand, touched the center of the mage's brow, and flattened his frown. Burris was taken aback, Lott asked, "Mage, I'm a little curious, do you have grandchildren?"

"No...what's the matter?" Burris has been unmarried, how can he have grandchildren without even children.

Lott sighed: "I want to say, you can worry too much, right? I'm a demigod high-level undead, not a mentally manic child. I finally regained my freedom. I want to go shopping around here, look at you. Thousands of warnings, how old do you think I am?"

Burris smiled faintly. If this expression appeared on the face of an eighty-four-year-old man, it would be a kind of vicissitudes of smile, and now it appeared on the pale and delicate young face, showing a soft and fragile taste.

"Maybe this is my fault," Burris sighed. "It's said that people love to nag when they are older. I didn't believe it when I was young, and it seems so now."

Lot squeezed his shoulder: "Okay, you don't need to express this emotion anymore. Are you old? You are only twenty now! Really twenty years old!"

After being reminded of this, Burris even stood tall and straight: "Yes, thank you for this. Then you go, if it’s after dinner time when you come back, you can go to Mr. Willis, He will arrange supper for you. Willis is the meat golem in the white apron..."

Lott waved his hand and quickly disappeared into Burris's sight. If he drags on, he suspects that the mage will offer to let him bring snacks on the way to eat.

After the regained bone maharaja left, the regained mage stood there for a while.

While no one was around, Burris suddenly jumped on the spot. No bone spurs and osteoporosis, no heel pain and cardiopulmonary disease! This feels so good! He walked out refreshedly, called the floating dish, and slowly lowered it towards the basement.

He had to look at the remaining golem army. When he left the alien plane, he fell into a coma, not knowing if Esther brought them back smoothly.

Coming to the training ground in the basement, Burris smiled satisfied. As expected, Estie brought back a lot of the remaining golem army. At this moment, she was sitting on a small floating dish floating on top of a large golem.

Hearing the movement at the door, Esther looked back and said, "The Three Good Gods are here...Teacher, I'm not used to you becoming this way."

Burris walked into the training ground: "How many times have you said that, don't call the three gods in my tower, even if you call them, they won't hear you."

"Spoken words only." Esther said, sitting in the same place and leaning, "By the way, mentor, I should apologize to you. Yesterday I was too headstrong."

Burris waved his hand: "You are still young, and it is inevitable to be a little gaffe in that kind of scene. And I am also wrong, I should communicate with you more in advance. It's okay, you have done well."-Except When I have to kiss the bone maharaja first. It's all because of your suggestion that made me stunned by the seemingly silly... Burris held the last few sentences in his heart, so why bother with a little girl at such an age.

"Are you fixing them?" Burris looked up.

Esther also put her gaze back on the golem: "Yes, it's a pity that I can only bring it back so much. Some golems can't do well in battle, and others are affected by the plane collapse. I am. Start the follow-up password, somehow it brings out some, and more..."

"You did a good job," Burris looked up and looked at the big guy next to her. "This core gem is broken, don't fix it. Come down, you should also take a rest. When will you return to the capital?"

"Leaving this afternoon, my guard of honor is stationed at the Linglan Pass."

Burris nodded: "Okay. Come with me, I have something to discuss with you."

The mage brought the princess to the study. The doors of Burris' study, bedroom, and laboratory are protected by magic. Without his own consent, no one else can set foot. After returning to the tower yesterday, Estee couldn't get into the study or bedroom, so she had to put the instructor on the sofa in the lounge with Maharaja Skeleton. The lounge has only ordinary books and daily furniture, no important magic items, and no magic on the door.

When entering the study now, Burris vaguely felt a strange wave of fluctuations. It feels like... If he is a fish, the study room covered with magic traces is a pool of suitable temperature for him. He has always been free to shuttle through it, as the so-called fish does not see the water; and today’s "pool" temperature It seems to be slightly different, the little fish can still swim in it, but at the moment of entering it produces a faint discomfort.

The discomfort quickly disappeared. Burris thinks that maybe because his soul has been transferred back and forth too many times, he is not in sync with this younger body, so now he is somewhat sensitive to the magic in the study.