Opening the door of the lounge, Burris's eyes suddenly became blood red-rose petals everywhere in the room!

Count Hrolf screamed for joy, threw himself into the sea of ​​flowers, jumped up and down frantically, stirring up layers of red waves.

The room was invaded by flower petals, and red hills appeared. The floor and seats were completely submerged. The table showed only a little flat surface. Next to the chandelier was an equally red humanoid object.

The Skeleton Maharaja is floating in the air, holding a crystal glass full of wine in his hand, and wearing a deep red velvet slim long dress...The chest and cuffs of the dress are also dotted with silver and gold patterns and rhinestones, and the rhinestones form a fairy flower. Written words, "love" on both cuffs, and "kiss" on the chest.

Burris was shocked on the spot.

too frightening. How did he get so many rose petals? How could he wear such terrible clothes? so horrible! Who conceived this kind of clothes? Is it a terrorist in the tailoring world?

"Dear Burris!" Lott whirled and floated down, his lower body melted into the sea of ​​flowers, "How is it? Do you feel very romantic?"

"No, it's terrifying," Burris said honestly.

Lott touched the table with difficulty, took the dispenser and poured a glass of red wine for Burris. Burris shook his head, and Lot had to put down the cup regretfully.

"Which romantic novel did you study this again?" Burris leaned weakly by the door.

His understanding of Lott is very accurate, this set is indeed learned from the novel. Lott fumbled for a long time on the sofa, took out a small book and threw it to the mage.

"When the Djinn Fall in Love with the Snow Queen."

"The lamp god?" Burris opened the cover. On the title page, there was a picture of a handsome, strong man and a beautiful, shy, and pitiful woman. She should be the Ice Queen, but the strange thing is that she also dressed very well. Little, it doesn't look like ice or snow at all.

With a word circling in his mind, Burris couldn't bear to say it: Can you read less of this kind of vulgar books that do more harm than good?

Lott seemed to like this book very much. When introducing its content, he always had an uncontrollable smile on his face: "Yes, Djinn. You should have heard the story of Djinn? Actually, Djinn is not a god. It's an alien creature that was summoned to the world through a special magic weapon...a bit like me, but weaker than me, and he can't realize your wish. He can only help people fight. In short, this creature's The story later turned into a fairy tale fable, circulated everywhere. Oh, and the Snow Queen, do you know her? It’s the beauty who pierced other people’s eyes with ice. She is not the same as the Djinn, she is completely fictional Characters coming out.

"This book borrows two fairy tale characters and tells a love story with a tumultuous process and a happy ending. After the lamp **** was summoned by humans, the summoner wanted to use him to attack the ice queen, but he did not expect that the lamp **** and the queen fell in love at first sight. Deal with her. All the signs indicate that the Snow Queen is not bad, people misunderstood her. The Djinn struggled painfully in the **** of love and spells, and with the help of his friends, he finally broke free of the spell and defeated the bad guys and the Snow Queen. Living happily together..."

Burris asked blankly: "This book teaches people to pile roses in the house?"

"I'm imitating one of these scenes," Lott raised a handful of petals. "The Djinn expressed his love to the queen, but he couldn't face her personally because he and her were still enemies at this time. So he took advantage of the queen. When she left, there were piles of rose petals in her palace-pay attention, it was petals, not flowers, because the genie worried that the spikes on the stem would harm the queen. In fact, I improved this paragraph a bit, I did not have your tower It’s full of petals. Your tower is too big, and your laboratory and study are not suitable for this. If it’s a bedroom, it’s more troublesome to clean up... So I just piled petals in this room."

Two cats appeared in the room full of rose petals at some point. One was a live cat named Kitten and the other was a resurrected corpse cat Xiao Hei. Count Hrolf and the two cats flew up and down in the petals, having a great time.

"Well...thank you, you are very thoughtful." Burris pinched his brows and turned.

Lot called him: "Wait! Where are you going?"

"I'm going back to work."

"Play stupid with me again." Lott swam out of the sea of ​​flowers and grabbed Burris' arm, "I made everything clear. You are eighty-four years old, not fourteen. With your ingenuity, you can definitely understand what I mean, but you have been pretending to be stupid. Can’t you talk to me directly? We have hugged and kissed several times. You maintain this. What's the point of being fake and serious?"

In the past, Burris would be speechless, but recently he has gradually learned to respond: "My lord, I also made my point very clear at the prom. I did not reject you, let alone pretend to be a fool. I just did. It’s just an honest response."

"What you said is the same as if you didn't say it! Cunning mage." Lott complained, but his face was full of smiles.

Burris had never rejected him. As for the attitude of detachment, half pushing and half pushing, and wanting to welcome but rejecting... Lot has already understood why. He has understood since sixty years ago.

After all, Burris is human. There are many weaknesses, or shortcomings, in humans... One of them is: the more mature human beings have experience in life, the harder it is to accept strange things.

If you have never seen or done something in the first half of your life, then you will most likely never accept it.

Lott had seen such a thing in a certain "Seven Days" in the past.

A bard invented a new musical instrument. He took the crude Tetra and the heavy harp as prototypes, and improved them on the basis of them to create a delicate string, compact and portable, with a gentle tone Musical instruments, everyone calls it the arm harp or the harp (Note 1). This kind of piano has been loved by wizard poets and young artists, and many new songs specially created for it have emerged for a while. The strange thing is that many elderly poets are not interested in it, even if someone gives them a piano for free, they will politely decline it.

It is said that the harp is easy to learn, as long as you have the basics of harp and tetra music, you can master it with a little practice for half a day. Even so, those old poets are unwilling to try, they are unwilling to touch those silver strings.

In the same way, the old poets have different opinions from each other. Some people really hate this instrument, they will organize a bunch of beautiful sounding words to refute it; some people don’t seem to hate the harp itself, they don’t prevent others from playing it, and they don’t hate its sound. But just don't want to accept it personally.

Not long ago, Lott really bought a silver harp. It has 24 strings, the body is engraved with elves-style patterns, and it is embedded with finely carved gems... No one in the tower understands musical instruments, no People can play, it is hung on the wall of the living room, quietly showing its beauty.

Burris said it was "useless". But he also said not long ago that he admitted that this thing is indeed very beautiful and it will make people unable to stop and watch.

For a mage who kissed for the first time at the age of eighty-four, romance is a harp. And it's the harp in front of the old poet.

It is very beautiful and charming, but it is difficult for him to accept it.

Thinking of this, Lot couldn't help sighing again and again. He took back the small notebook from the mage, and read it casually while sighing: "Dear Burris, do you know that romantic novels can't just write about how the protagonist takes risks and how hard he works. It must appear in love scenes as soon as possible. Within time, the relationship between the two protagonists must progress, or readers will soon lose patience."

The mage smiled and walked back to the floating dish: "But life is not a novel, my lord. Living people are not as perfect as ‘characters’...whatever people want a character to do, they can do it. Living people can’t."

"Well, I agree with that," Lott naturally followed. "And thinking about it, we are not making no progress. After all, we often hug and hug, and we kissed several times..."

He deliberately mentioned these frequently. Whenever he was so straightforward, Burris would blush while trying to maintain his calm expression... Now it is true. Lott loves watching this very much, and he will never tire of it.

The floating dish did not return to the study, but floated to the floor with the largest laboratory. Burris was eager to return the topic to work: "My lord, do you have time now? Can you help me with some experiments?"

"Of course there is time." Lott followed him with a grin.

Every time Burris asked this, he said that he had time and he liked to assist the wizard in experiments. Burris is always cautious, afraid of offending him in the experiment, afraid that he will be bored... But Lot has never been unhappy.

In the laboratory, he can understand the human arcane while admiring the little mage who works hard. This is not only not boring, but even a pleasure.

In an experiment today, Burris needed to stay focused and chant a very lengthy spell. When he was casting the spell, Lott looked at him happily beside him, his gaze went from his quiet face to the thin lips chanting spells, to the slender fingertips, and then stopped on the left shoulder of the mage...

After a stage of the experiment was over, Lott tapped Burris's shoulder with his finger: "I just found out that this is not right. What is this?"

Burris froze for a moment and rubbed his left shoulder: "It's an emblem. Did you feel its magic wave just now?"

Luo Fei nodded. Burris rolled up his left sleeve, the sleeves were wide cut and the fabric was thin, so they could be rolled easily to expose his shoulders. There is a burn mark on his left shoulder, about the size of a coin, with very detailed lines, which is a small circle.

"This is left by Illil, and he has more trusted apprentices and servants," Burris said. "When he is alive, this thing can protect us and prevent us from being accidentally injured by his experiment. Just now I There are some characters in the spell with the same attributes as the emblem, so the emblem has a slight fluctuation."

Lott approached, holding Burris' arm. Twenty-year-old Burris’s skin is really white, his arms are slender, and he’s not too weak. It’s really good. I don’t know if the shoulders, waist and legs are also...Why do the mages wear loose and tight clothes all day long? Why can't the mage dress like a blacksmith while working? Anyway, there are no female students in the tower...

Lott squinted at Burris's arm and didn't even glance at the emblem.

The mage gave a dry cough, moved his arms and lowered his sleeves. Lott asked solemnly: "Is this thing safe now? There is no harm?"

Burris said: "The emblem is aimed at Yrill's experiments. It is only related to them and only works on them. Now it is useless."

"I didn't expect Yrel to do this again," Lot sighed. "I heard that he didn't let go and killed a lot of mages who disobeyed him. Protecting others? It's not like him at all."

"Your understanding of him is very accurate," Burris smiled bitterly. "This emblem... of course is not only for protection. And I didn't realize it back then..."

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Note 1: Huai Harp really exists, but the origin and the story behind it are not like this. This is my fabricated and limited to this world...