Lott was caught for a while. He was caught by the silk thread hanging on the floor, and when he struggled, he brought down the chest of drawers next to him. When Burris pushed the door in, he was holding up the cabinet with one hand and reaching for the cloth bag of the table with the other.

In order to preserve the face of the Bone Maharajah, Burrist didn't want Esther to follow. After seeing Lott like this, Burris couldn't help asking himself: Is he really afraid of shame?

Maybe he doesn't care about face at all, he has made himself like this: Lot's left cheek is particularly white, eyebrows are particularly thin, his eyes are blue as if he has been beaten, and there is a disgusting pink on his cheek.

...I'm suffocating. Burris pressed his heart with one hand and stepped back weakly.

Seeing Burris, Lot hurriedly set up the chest of drawers and explained with a grin: "That's it. Didn't I go out for a day? On the way back, there was a woman selling me powder or something. I thought, Lisa and Estie can use all of these, so I heard her recommend a few more..."

There was a big rose-red paper bag on the ground. It could be seen that he must have bought everything recommended by others. Burris glanced at the paper bag: "Since you brought the gift for them, why didn't you go to Lisa's room first? What are you doing in my room?"

Lott answered the wrong question: “I also know that the things on the street stalls are far worse than the princess’s daily use. These are just a little bit of heart, mainly to bless them... I don’t buy much, only everything One, cheaper than what I bought before..."

"It's okay if you buy more expensive ones," Burris said. "So, why on earth are you coming to my room?"

Lott was speechless for a while, but still maintained a relaxed and happy expression. He picked up the rose red paper bag, took out a small glass bottle and handed it to Burris: "Uh... because... this is for you, you can use it. This is a powder sprinkled on the hair, which makes the hair more fluffy. . Now that you have hair, you should treat it well and enjoy it..."

Burris held his forehead in his hand and said straightforwardly: "My lord, you can't read that book right now."

Lot still held the glass bottle: "I didn't want to see it, I just came..."

Burris said: "I know how much you look forward to that book. I am neither trying to hinder you nor criticize your desire. The problem is that the book has some unknown dangerous effects that may affect the reader. It causes adverse effects. Before we are fully prepared, it is best not to read it rashly. My lord, I am very serious. Please stop smiling with me."

After speaking, he took out a wet wipe and motioned Lot to wipe off the makeup on half of his face. Lott curled his lips and finally put down the glass bottle and rose red paper bag, and took over Burris' wet wipes.

"Well, actually that powder is not for you..." he said, rubbing his face, "I really want to read that book."

Burris sighed, "Not yet. We have to make sure it won't hurt you."

"It won't hurt me," Lot murmured, "I don't know why, anyway, I can feel it, it won't hurt me."

Burris said: "Be careful about everything, it won't hurt."

"Otherwise," Lott suggested. "You take it out with a spell, and none of us touch it. I'll just take a look..."

"My lord, you can't see it for the time being...it's not in that cloth bag at all."

"Not anymore? Where is it?"

Burris said: "I have used item transfer to send it to the isolation room in the tower. There is a residual magical power in the book, and I don't want to take it to the market."

It seems that the book will not be seen in the short term, and Lot has to face reality. He leaned over with a grin and gestured to embrace the wizard: "Okay, okay, I understand. I know you are worried about me..."

Burris took a step back: "My lord, your condition over the past two days is very worrying."

Lot's arm froze in the air: "What?"

Burris said: "You are very wrong. You must know this better than me, right? When you mention that book, your eyes are almost like a desert inhabitant seeing the bottomless lake... You long to approach it, Own it while being somewhat afraid of it."

Lott does not deny this: "You should understand me. When your mages face unknown knowledge, aren't they all like this?"

"I understand," Burris said, "but an empty curious mage can't be a great weapon. People should have the ability to control themselves, strike a balance between desire and self-control, to avoid the risks that will disrupt life. "

Burris's tone was too serious, and Lot was a little embarrassed to gag. He looked at the mage earnestly and said, "Well... your worries are justified. After returning to the tower, we will study it slowly together. I will not read it until I am absolutely safe."

"That's good." Burris relaxed a little and smiled unconsciously.

In Lot's perspective, at this time the little mage lowered his head slightly, looking at the ground thoughtfully, his eyes were a little tired, and a little relieved...this look a bit like more than sixty years ago.

At that time, Burris was in his true twenties, his eyes were not as vicissitudes of life now, and his smile would not appear too kind...In fact, his smile was not particularly sweet, it was sweeter than the spring, and it was not as sweet as the fragrance of honey. It is this kind of taste that is just right, so that people will not get tired of looking at it.

The book made Lott worry about it for a long time, and the little mage also made him think about it for decades, because the mage was worried about him, so he couldn't get a glimpse of the secrets in the book for the time being. Thinking about it, it seems that reading a book is not a particularly urgent matter anymore. .

Lott stepped forward and continued what he hadn't done just now-he took Burris into his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" The mage struggled anxiously.

"It's okay," Lott let out a long sigh of relief, "Life is not perfect, and wishes can't be realized all at once...I can do them one by one, right?"

Burris nestled in his arms and thought: Very good, the maharaja's state is returning to normal, he has started to engage in a leaping dialogue, which is part of his daily habits.

If this is outside, such as when traveling with students, or on Suhi Island, or in the teaching institute... Burris would be more repellent to sudden intimacy, and when Lott came up, Burris was always at a loss. But he didn't want to push Lott away, because doing so would seem petty, so he looked for all kinds of excuses and tried to walk away calmly and reasonably...

But now this time is different. When he was hugged by Lott, Burris didn't feel flustered, but was even more calm.

It was like hearing a silent promise, so that he didn't have to hang his heart all the time.

Why is that? Is it because... I am used to it? Burris thought to himself, but couldn't answer.

What he didn't know was that Lot also had similar thoughts at this time. As long as he gently hugs the little mage, he can temporarily push away all doubts and desires.

Before long, Burris finally felt uncomfortable: "Uh, my lord, I want to go out..."

"Where are you going?" Lott took his shoulders instead, in a posture of "I will definitely follow you wherever you go."

"Go back to the ruins of the temple," Burris said. "There are still a large group of living corpses. They are awake, but are there autonomous consciousness, piled there without life or death... That's not good. I have to They are'sent back.'"

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With the previous experience, this time they spent a lot less time on the road. When I returned to the underground temple, the sun had not yet set.

As a necrophilic researcher, Burris is no stranger to living corpses. But when he looked at these "resurrected" pastors, he was still in awe.

At first he thought that the remaining power in the book could resurrect all nearby corpses, but now it does not seem to be the case: only the priests of the Black Lake can be awakened by the book, and the dead in ordinary tombs are completely indifferent.

The book did not take the initiative to summon anyone, nor did the pastors make plans in advance. Things happened automatically. No one planned for the resurrection, everything was an accident caused by the power of Pang Yi.

Those who have been worshipping the dead gods before their lives, chasing sacred relics, and sang stories...maybe some kind of power has connected them with the books.

This is a force that has not yet been involved in arcane research.

Many people think that the magical master demon who manipulates arcane magic is the most terrifying, and the power of elemental and divine magic is natural and harmless. In fact, it is the opposite. The more no one interferes, the more dangerous.

Because of this, Burris did not want Lott to touch the book easily. Intuition tells him that once the bone maharaja touches the book, it is likely to have unexpected consequences.

He has no evidence, everything is just intuition. Young masters love reason and logic, and older masters believe in intuition.

Burris walked into the main temple, Lot stayed outside the stone gate waiting for him. If Lot also walked in, the corpses would retreat too far, which would affect Burris' spell casting effect.

The sound of chanting mantras rang from the stone gate. Lott pushed the door open a small slit and peered in secretly.

He always felt that Burris's voice was different when he cast a spell. Burris's voice is usually gentle and firm, but when casting spells, his voice becomes soft and soft.

The mage whispered slowly, and every syllable was as soft, quiet and moisturizing as the dark night.

It guides those who are neither alive nor dead back into the abyss, like a cold ocean flooding them, extinguishing the false fire of life in them.

When all the corpses stopped moving, Lott suddenly recalled the dream from yesterday's nap.

In front of him was a broken battle flag, and under his feet were the dead bodies. Wherever you can look, living creatures are hard to find, but death.

How did those people die? Who wins and loses on the battlefield? Are they beheading the enemies, or are they driving out the devil? Where did the army from purgatory go? Why did the young soldiers who died in battle fell with the dead bones?

What is the storm that surrounds me? Who is walking towards me? How should I reach the Black Lake, how can I obtain the power of the dead god? Why am I eager to find the Black Lake? After gaining strength, what am I looking forward to?

"Chronicles" and "Ode Collection" will give him the answer.

Lott closed his eyes, and his vision was full of the book's image. The black iron cover is like a waveless black lake, and the round mirror on the other side reflects his own face.

He is more and more aware of Burris's worry... Now he is also very worried: I am so eager for the book, which is not normal at all. What is more abnormal is that even if he is aware of the abnormality, he cannot resist this desire.

"My lord?" Burris had come out. He stood beside Lott, his face very cautious.

Lott came back to his senses: "Huh? Your spellcasting is over? They are all dead?"

Burris looked at him in surprise: "You...what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, what's the matter?"

After answering, Lott suddenly realized what was wrong with him.

Facing the mage’s four eyes, the opponent’s gray-green eyes reflected his appearance at this time: a skull covered with black scales, with long curved horns, dark red flames flickering in the eye sockets... He changed back to an inhuman state, but he didn't realize it.

No wonder he faintly felt that Burris was suddenly very petite. It turned out that he himself had grown taller and stronger.

I have to behave as usual, not to scare Burris-Lot is full of this idea. His mind turned quickly, and immediately thought of a way to deal with it.

He didn't change back into a human form immediately, but lowered his body slightly and put his arm around the shoulder of the wizard.

He said: "Looking at you casting spells there and seeing so many corpses, I think of the Marsh of the Dead, and my heart becomes very heavy... Burris, I want to kiss you."

"Speaking as if you never kissed..." Burris murmured.

The flame in the maharaja’s eyes trembled horizontally, looking very happy: "Look at how I look now-I have kissed you who borrowed someone else’s body with this face, but I have never kissed you personally. Now there is no one around, the atmosphere It just so happens, I want to try."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his back, gently resting Burris' chin with one hand, and touched the mage's mouth with his bare black teeth.

Now he has no lips, he can only touch people with his teeth or jawbone.

Kissing is not his main purpose, so he just tasted it. After the kiss, he immediately changed back to a human appearance and filled his face with a smile in time.

He put his arm around Burris, trying to keep himself from thinking about the book and focusing all his thoughts on the wizard.

The two left side by side. Behind them, the heavy stone gate was completely closed again.

The temple was turned back into a tomb, and the priests who had gathered together across time and space sleep here forever.