What Burris wanted to talk to the princess was about getting younger. Getting younger will bring him unlimited benefits, but it will also add a lot of unavoidable troubles to him. For example, how should he explain this to the outside world?

If he is the kind of lonely mage who stays at home all year round, then he doesn't need to worry about this, but he is not.

Before the age of sixty, he served as speaker of the Austrian and French Federation. He is the only necromantic researcher who has served as the chairperson. It can even be said that he is the only necromancer who has not been excluded by the learning. The reason why he is not excluded is both simple and complicated: because he is not only a necromancer, he has more identities. He is the inventor of the spell, the designer of the military golem, the head of the magic weapon factory, the permanent consultant of the Adventurer's Union, the director of the Chamber of Commerce of the Ten Nations spellcasting materials, and the director of the two Arcane Academy of the North and the South...

The identity of "necromancer" may not be very honorable, and Burris is not just a necromancer. His titles are so prominent, no one can treat him like an ordinary wizard.

Now comes the problem. It is impossible for Burris to disappear, he has to continue working and researching. He chatted with Esther for a while, and the two of them worked out several ways, but none of them were perfect.

The first method: pretend that the young Burris is a descendant of the "old mage", and then claim that the old mage has passed away... It is not difficult to do this. The problem is that many people know that Burris is lonely and has no children. "After death," a descendant emerges immediately, and the identity of this person will definitely be doubted by everyone. Burris will have a considerable amount of "heritage", even if "young offspring" can produce credible proof, it is difficult to guarantee that someone will deliberately instigate right and wrong. Burris was not afraid of disputes, but because those messy things took up too much energy, and he didn't want to delay his normal research life.

The second method: reduce unnecessary meeting activities. On occasions where he must attend, he uses magic techniques to transform himself into an eighty-four-year-old face. Not an illusion, but a real physical transformation spell. This method is good, it can reduce a lot of unnecessary explanations, and it is enough to deal with commercial activities... But what if it is to go to a meeting with a group of mages? Many senior mages will attach detection magic to their lenses and even their eyeballs all the year round. They will definitely find that Burris’s face is rippling with endless spell waves...

The third method: directly explain to outsiders that Burris has become younger. Commercial organizations will certainly not react, they just think, oh, after all, he is a mage, especially a necromancer, he is not surprised what he has done... and his colleagues are not so easy to deal with. . Other necromancers will definitely find ways to find out what method he used. It's not an illusion, it's not a time-limited change technique that is limited to the epidermis, and it's not transforming the corpse... what else could it be? What can be done to truly reverse the aging of the body? No wizard can do this so far. If Burris told the matter frankly, even if he said it was confidential, he would inevitably be harassed by peers in the days to come.

In the end, Burris can only choose to take one step at a time, mixing several different lies according to the situation. Esther is the princess of the Sargo Empire, and she can also help Burris arrange some convenience for explaining her identity when needed.

"After all, we must conceal the fact that the Bone Maharaja has regained his freedom," Burris sat at the desk, holding his forehead. "He is a mixture of three lives. Ancient gods, purgatory life, and resurrected dead. Ordinary people. I don't know what he is, but the mage and the priest in the temple must have found traces of him in ancient books... Although those people probably won't believe that he can really regain freedom."

Esther thought for a while and asked: "Speaking of him... mentor, I have never really understood what benefits the Bone Maharaja can bring to you? I know you have your reasons. I wonder if it is convenient for you to I explain?"

Just now Burris had been frowning because of his appearance. Hearing this question, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes. "It's hard to say in a word," he shook his head, "Esti, have you read a lot of records about the Skeleton King?"

"Yes, I have seen a lot."

"Just looking at his identity, you should be able to imagine how many mysteries there is about him... It's not easy to list the benefits one by one. It's clear in one or two sentences. Research must be done gradually."

"I understand." Estie nodded. Based on her knowledge of Burris, she could hear that this answer was just perfunctory. It seems that Burris does not want to explain her detailed purpose at present. Esther is not in a hurry. Learning magic makes her understand the value of patience. She will know the reason sooner or later, so she doesn't need to rush for a while.

So she changed an equally important topic: "Teacher, about the bone maharaja... one more thing I don't know if I should say..."

"You mentioned it all, can I keep you from telling it?"

The princess raised her head and looked at her tutor's twenty-year-old face with a tangled expression: "After we returned to the tower yesterday, he brought you to the lounge."

"Really... This is really a bit of a surprise," Burris pretended to lower his head and rummaged through the drawer. "I thought you moved me over with a floating saucer..."

"Also, it is not Willis who will help you change clothes, but Bones Maharaja..."

Burris paused as he rummaged for things. He was silent for a second or two, then smiled unnaturally and said, "Oh...it's not surprising. I have many magic items on my body, and there are protective spells on my robe, which will protect me from harm when I lose consciousness. ... Fortunately it is him. If it is you or someone else, you may be injured by my spell."

Esther said: "He did trigger the spells on you. He took off your clothes in the hallway and triggered all the spells that could be triggered... but he did nothing. He seemed immune to those spells. "

"It's not surprising..." Burris murmured. He didn't know yet, Esther was about to say something more amazing.

Esther lowered her head and squeezed her eyebrows, and said, "It's more than that. After doing that, he hugged you to the sofa, and...then kissed you several times...just the mouth."

Burris froze in his seat, trying to maintain the calm expression on his face.

"And... he still calls you baby." Estie added.

Burris gave a dry cough and said, "Okay...I know. But Esther, why did you tell me this specifically?"

"The reason is simple, don't laugh at me," Esther said. "I haven't had any dealings with otherworldly creatures, so I don't know if his behavior is normal, but from my own standpoint... if it were me I fainted and lost consciousness. I was kissed and touched unconsciously. I hope someone can tell me afterwards and let me know what happened during that period. Whether I want it or not, let me know the truth. If necessary, this bystander can also testify for me...These thoughts have nothing to do with spells, they are probably just a kind of vigilance as a woman."

Burris had a faint pain in his stomach and a fever on his face. It seems that in Esther’s eyes, yesterday’s mentor was not the spellcaster who passed out in the plane collapse, but the court maid who was fragmented the first time he drank alcohol... young and innocent, unsuspecting, just released from prison for a few hours The dangerous man did not even notice it.

"Well, I see, thank you for your carefulness," Burris said as calmly as possible, "I guess the Bones Maharaja is not familiar with the way people communicate. I will talk to him in the future. ."

"By the way, he said his name is Lot..." Esther said.

"Yes, he told me too. It's a very simple name."

"Now he..."

"He said he was going to go shopping, maybe he would be back in the evening or early tomorrow morning."

Esther was surprised by the mentor's indiscretion: "You just let him go out alone?"

"He has been trapped for so long, so he should relax."

"It's not the problem... Don't you worry that he will do anything excessive?"

That smile appeared on Burris's face again—Esti had always suspected that this smile was meaningful, but she didn't know where to ask.

"It's okay, he is not the type that is difficult to communicate," Burris said, "I believe he will not cause me trouble."

"You have the confidence to control him?"

"No, I can't talk about control, I just..."

While speaking, Burris just looked down at his finger. At the age of 20, he has a pair of white and slender hands. The only drawback is that the joints of these hands are a bit big, and the tips of three of them are a little twisted.

Burris' eyes seemed to pass through time and space, and saw the hands propped on the snow, slowly sinking into the snow...

"I just... know him a little bit." He gradually reduced his smile and finished the second half of the sentence.

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After Esther left, Burris rectified her emotions and reinvested in daily research. A few years ago, he had been developing new storage weapons, because recently he was busy building golems and visiting other worlds, the research on storage weapons was put on hold, and it was time to get everything back on track.

He has a healthy physique, dexterous hands, got rid of blood pressure instability and osteoporosis. It is said that he should be able to improve a lot of efficiency in the experiment. But when he stayed in the laboratory for more than an hour, he gradually realized...the big thing was not good.

Not only did he fail to improve efficiency, but he may be facing a huge trouble.

When he tried to cast a high-level spell on the spell pool, he failed. The spell is correct, the materials are complete, and there is no problem in the casting process, but he just can't evoke the corresponding power in the soul.

This is a pretty terrible sign. He immediately remembered how he felt when he entered the study: the spells around him still recognized him and served him, but his body felt abnormal fluctuations.

He immediately tried several other spells. From the Necromancer he is best at to the elemental force field he is least good at, from the highest-level spells he can cast to the low-level tricks of the same system... the experiment continued until dusk, and Burris had a preliminary answer in his heart.

Now he can hardly cast any high-level spells.

Any magic that a true twenty-year-old wizard could use, he can now successfully use; anything he hadn't learned back then, he couldn't use it now.

What made him a little relieved was that he had no problem with his memory and his knowledge was also there. In a sense, he did not "lost" those spells. All the spells, techniques, and spirituality are still there. They are still in his mind. The problem is that his body and soul cannot be completely synchronized, even if he To make a perfect casting process, his body can't establish the connection between the spell and the final spell effect.

At this time Estie had left the tower and returned to the princess's honor. Burris wanted to call her back, and he gave up the idea before releasing the delivery bird. Esther is a princess after all. The outside world only knows that she needs to see a necromancer for medical treatment for a long time, but she doesn't know that she is also a mage. It is not a good idea to let her touch the magic construct in front of the servants and knights. Moreover, even if she came back, it would be useless, her knowledge was not enough to help Burris at all in the plight.

Maybe the Skeleton Lord can help himself. Burris wrote several messenger runes and sent them in order to Lot who was playing outside. I hope he can come back soon, even for those kisses.

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I am not happy without weakening the protagonist = people =