At about ten o'clock the next morning, Lot finally returned. When he left, he rode a black horse. When he came back, he not only rode a black horse, but also brought back two golden-brown horses.

He is holding a horse in his left hand, a bulging canvas bag in his right hand, brand-new long and short swords hanging on both sides of his waist, and a silver harp inlaid with sapphires on his back. After returning the horse to the stable, he directly arched the door with his shoulders and walked into the mage tower. The protection spells on the tower didn't work for him at all.

When he found Burris in the study, the mage was sitting at the table with a bitter expression, sighing at a two-stranded black book.

"I received the subpoena you sent," Lott turned and sat at the table, stacking everything in his hand in front of Burris, "I was in a place called Flying Mouse Town, and they had a curfew at night. , Close the city gates to prevent anyone from entering or leaving. Actually, I can sneak out alone, but I have to carry a bunch of things on my back, and I have to take a horse... A small town."

Burris mumbled listlessly: "Oh, Flying Squirrel Town... has entered the border of Sargo. You ran so far..."

"It's a bit far away. Hey, what's the matter with you? You were downcast early in the morning."

Burris did not answer. He lifted his eyes from the book and slowly moved to the pile of things on the tabletop: "What are these?"

"What I bought. Look, how about this pair of swords?" Lott patted the long and short swords on his waist, took the short one out, and made two gestures in the air, "I didn't buy it at the forge. It was in a craft shop. The owner didn’t know the goods and thought they were decorations. In fact, these are antique swords produced by a pair of dwarves! The design of the northern elves and the craftsmanship of the dwarves are not common. You see, it is old but Still sharp..."

Burris nodded perfunctorily, and stared at what was exposed from the mouth of the canvas bag: "What is this again... chain mail shirt?"

"The soft woven chain armor, the inner layer is lambskin, how about it, does it look good?" Lott pulled out the chain armor shirt and attached it to himself.

Burris frowned slightly: "My lord, if you want weapons and armors, there are so many in my military factory! There are various materials and special effects. Even if you want a dragon leather armor, it's not difficult... …Why do you spend this wronged money? The weapon shop in the border town of Sargo is the most under-named. They make money by cheating young adventurers who have just entered the country all the year round..."

"I'm just looking at them." Lott took out a thick pile of dark red heavy silk cloth with gold thread from the canvas bag. "Look, isn't this also pretty? I bought it for Yours. I found that the curtains in your lounge are too dark. What color are they called? They are gray and autumnal, without any luxury at all."

"My curtains have good shading effect..." Burris stared sadly at the pile of golden cloth.

Lott opened the heavy silk cloth and tried it against the light: "Well, that's right. The shading effect is not as good as your curtains. But you can hang double curtains. Use this on the outside and the blackout curtain on the inside. Or It's not bad for you to use this as a bed net."

After speaking, he took out a flannel box. In the box lay two cloak pins, each with a blue and a green gemstone.

"Blue Moonstone, and Green Light Dragon's Breath Stone," he took the blue one by himself, and handed the green one to Burris. "The blue one is for me, and the green one is for you. How about? And our eyes The color matches well, right? Your one is the best one in that store. Look, you can see the bright spots inside in ordinary indoors..."

Burris took the pin sadly: "My lord... I have a lot of these things in my tower..."

"But it's not exactly the same as it, right?"

"That's not..."

"I don't have any. By the way, I also bought this..."

Next, Lot happily showed a bunch of things, ranging from tapestries to small rose and litchi-flavored incense essential oils. Among them, the silver harp that confuses Burris the most is the silver harp. Burris can’t play, of course. Especially not, Burris asked him why he wanted to buy this. He said that this is a rare dryad style handicraft, which should be placed in the mage tower.

When he heard that Lot also bought a pair of golden retriever horses, Burris was already lying on the table unloved.

It is indeed a mistake to let the Bone Maharaja go out and hang out alone... People who have been imprisoned for too long need to release the pressure, and once they are free, they will easily forget about it. Originally, Burris was worried about what the Bone Maharaja would do... Now it’s alright. It seems that the Bone Maharaja did not harm ordinary people. He also bought a bunch of useless things from them, the residents of the town. Not only will he not be afraid of this stranger, but I will love him to death.

Seeing Burris lying still on his stomach, Lott reached out and rubbed his hair: "What's wrong with you? Is it because I have been uncomfortable since I came back yesterday?"

Burris buried his face in his arm, and said dullly: "You can forget about my message before you come back... Finally came back, you still bought so many flashy things..."

"Aren't you rich?" The demigod was frankly furious.

"You can't use money indiscriminately!" Burris slowly straightened his body, pinching his eyebrows, "Forget it...sir, I don't blame you, you have been imprisoned in an alien plane for so long, and you don't know enough about this world... …This is normal… Your excitement and curiosity are also normal. I didn’t handle this matter properly."

Lott thought about it carefully, and asked carefully, "Uh... Did I spend a lot of your money? Are the things I bought particularly expensive?"

"Objectively speaking, expensive," Burris said, "but it doesn't matter, it's actually not much money."

"That's good," Lott let out a sigh of relief, "Then what are you sad about?"

"Because I had some problems in casting spells." And the pile of things you bought added to my sense of despair... Burris didn't say the second half.

Burris spent a few minutes explaining his problems to Lott, and also briefly described the various tests he tried yesterday and the explanations he found from ancient documents... After listening, Lott patted him on the shoulder: "It’s nothing, don’t worry, you can’t call up high-level spells because your body and soul are not in sync. It’s not permanent. It’s just fine after a while. It’s like drinking. My child, your amount of alcohol will definitely get worse as your body changes. As long as you still love to drink and drink regularly, it will take less than a year or two for you to regain your current amount of alcohol."

"I understand the truth, but it will cause a lot of inconvenience..." Burris sighed.

Lott shook his head: "Don't worry. Speaking of which, I am more inconvenient than you."

Burris was taken aback by this. Lott grabbed him from the chair: "It's like this. It's not just you who encountered the problem of poor spell casting. My body also had a little trouble. I can show it to you. Do you have a practice range for spell casting?"

Burris led him to the middle floor of the tower, where, like the basement, a room with an actual area larger than the plane of the tower floor was expanded by space magic. The room is arranged like an Colosseum, with stone pillars of different heights and thicknesses standing in the arena to simulate a complex environment.

In the past, Burris did practical training with the apprentices here. Later, when he got older, the apprentices had passed away. Everyone was not too focused on damage spells, and the training ground gradually became vacant. Princess Esther has never used this training ground. She is a princess and the only heir to the empire. Burris is afraid of taking responsibility and has hardly taught her fighting spells.

When he arrived at the training ground, Lott looked around, "Do you have any idle corpses?"

"Yes." Burris snapped his fingers, and the semi-virtual servant dragged in a goblin corpse from outside a small door.

Lott looked at the goblin disgustingly: "Don't goblind! Do you have any idle elves corpses?"

"Why do you have to have the corpse of an elf?"

"The goblin is ugly."

"What are you going to do with it? Whether it's ugly or not?"

Burris has no elven corpses. But the prince insisted on not wanting goblins, and in desperation, Burris asked the servant to replace it with a human corpse.

"Now you look at me, Burris," Lott approached the corpse. "I will cast a spell on it. It will regain vitality, but it still has no IQ."

This is a pretty basic necromantic spell. Burris nodded, wondering what the Bones Maharaja wanted to express.

Lot knelt down and gently picked up the upper body of the corpse. In Burris' surprised eyes, he even lowered his head and kissed the corpse's mouth!

What shocked Burris even more was that his action was indeed casting a spell. The moment he saw his lips touch, Burris also felt the slight fluctuation when the spell was in effect.

The corpse stood up stiffly, dangling stupidly, as if waiting for an order. Lott gave him a few random orders, and finally told him to go to sleep again.

After doing all this, Lott asked again: "Burris, do you have any idle prisoners here? To death prisoners, the one who is still alive."

"No, I am the mage tower, not a prison."

Lott sighed regretfully, went to kiss the corpse again, and aroused it. This time he casts a different spell, which not only allows the dead to regain a new life, but also allows the dead to have a certain IQ and judgment, which is different from those completely sluggish walking dead.

This spell has a side effect: if the deceased dies in an unfavorable manner, he will immediately remember the hatred of the past after the spell takes effect, and desperately pursues and kills the enemy; after the revenge is successful, he will increase his strength and then actively return to the spell. In front of him, he will always be loyal to the caster from now on.

After finishing the spell, Lot's body stood up. Probably this person was really murdered. He rushed to the exit of the training ground, howling and punching and kicking the heavy stone gate, eagerly rushing out to find the murderer for revenge...

"How did he die?" Lott looked at Burris.

"It was trampled to death by a bison."

"So... he's going to find the bison for revenge?" Lot also walked to the door and explained to Burris on his side as he walked. "Obviously it is difficult for him to find that cow, and we can't let him run out of the tower. , Right? So now I have to subdue him and calm him down again..."

"So what do you want to show me?" Burris became increasingly unable to understand the behavior of the Bone Maharaja.

Lott grabbed the struggling body and kissed it again. This time, Burris discovered that Lott was casting an instant-death attack spell, and most of the subjects would lose their vitality permanently after this blow, and even their soul would no longer exist. The evoked remains are active, and undead are also creatures, and of course they can die again.

Lot's spell has taken effect. The corpse fell back to the ground, changing from a fresh and strong peasant corpse to a shriveled corpse.

"Do you understand?" Lott shrugged, "I have the same spellcasting problem as you... and I am in a more serious condition than you. I must touch the subject with my mouth. Probably because I was released by a kiss. Yes, so my way of expressing strength has also changed..."

Burris was stunned: "In other words, you can only use your mouth to radiate power, and you must also use your mouth to touch the subject's mouth?"

"Yes. It's very troublesome. It won't work with paws or the back. I tried it against wolves in the wild."

Burris wants to know what he did to the wolf, but this is obviously not the current focus: "What if it is an area spell? Like a thick fog barrier or strong wind."

"I can't cast area spells," Lott said. "Area-based defenses or attacks are not good, and power bursts and throws are not good... For example, the big fireball that human warlocks love, I can't use it. I am. Currently, only spells that have specific targets and target individual living creatures can be cast."

"Simply put, it's...you have to be able to kiss a mouth?"

"Yes...Oh yes, I am not affected when I cast auxiliary spells on myself! Those affected are those that affect the outside world."

"What about the teleportation class? Teleport yourself."

"I didn't know how to teleport before, only flashes, have you forgotten? If I will, that time more than sixty years ago... we won't have to work so hard."

Lott mentioned the past suddenly, which made Burris feel in a daze.

The stubborn illness left in those years tortured him for decades, and at the same time, the warmth he experienced in those years has been shining through the rest of his life.

"I understand." Burris forced himself to bring his thinking back to the present. "The difficulty you encountered is indeed more serious than mine. My problem is temporary, how about you? It will not be permanent, right?"

"I don't know. I have to watch it slowly," Lott said. "Don't worry. For me, the spells currently available are enough, and I can kill most enemies even if I don't cast them."

"I do believe this..."

Lot seemed to think of something again. He strode towards Burris: "By the way, I can also use assisting spells! For example, to protect you from all kinds of elemental energies, and to improve your control over magic..."

"Don't!" Burris reached out to touch Lot's chest, "You just kissed the corpse! Don't kiss me!"

"You necromancer still care about this?"

"Why don't you care? What misunderstanding do you have about the necromancer?"