This day is really depressing. Burris tried his best to adapt himself to everything and put his daily research back on track. In addition, he had to detect and record his physical condition every day to observe whether the different tone of the soul had improved.

When things are not going well, Burris will say to himself in the mirror before going to bed and after waking up: You are fine, you are lucky, you have become younger, and you have unlimited possibilities. Now your waist is so straight and your hair is so Much, with such good eyesight, you can, you will all go well...

No matter how much he encouraged himself, he couldn't ignore the troubles in life. For example, when Mr. Justin the tailor came, Burris had to cast an illusion to look like an old man before going to see him. After having a face-to-face meeting with Justin, Burris hurriedly left. Anyway, Justin is also used to dealing with housekeeping golems.

The mage returned to the study and watched the tailor tailor Lott from the monitoring crystal. Justin never had any extra curiosity. He didn't ask anything about things that had nothing to do with him. It was Lot. He had been eager to test Justin, implying that he could ask all kinds of questions that interfere with privacy... In the end the tailor didn't ask anything. Lott was disappointed.

Even more troublesome than meeting the tailor is meeting the students-Burris has not only Estie a student, but other students will occasionally come back to visit him. This time under the tower was an elf named Black Pine.

Black Pine is an adult elf, older than Burris, but Burris always thinks he is still a hairy boy. This elf loves to dress himself as dark and scary as possible. He hangs a bunch of evil-colored but useless accessories on his belt. He also dyes a beautiful blonde hair into black and green. He puts his face on Painted very white, used cosmetics to draw dark circles on myself to make myself feel haggard, and some meaningless skull patterns and characters on my hands... Burris has always been worried about the apprentice's mental and social skills.

When Esther came to visit, she would let a deformable metal bird fly up to report the letter, but Black Pine did not. He stopped under the tower, praising the greatness of the tutor in a poem-chanting tone, and then recounted his recent adventures in an accented manner, and then lit up clusters of pale skeleton-shaped ghost fires, making them circling up, flying around the mage tower wailing ...

Burris didn't want to see him. Hey Song is a mature mage anyway, and illusion skills may not deceive him, and telling the truth to him is even more useless. Hey Song is too naive, he can't keep secrets like Estie, if you tell him the ins and outs of the matter, I am afraid he will add more energy and jealousy before telling his adventurer buddies...His adventure buddies are everywhere in the Confederacy of Ten Nations It won’t be long before the story of "Bone Maharaja and the Mage Who Regained Youth" will be known to women and children.

At this moment, Burris and Lott were sitting in the lounge, staring sadly at the watch crystal on the table, listening to the wildfire screaming outside the tower. Lot thought of an idea: "How about you amplify the sound with magic and pretend to be angry to scare him away? Bring out that legendary archmage's angry aura!"

"No," Burris said. "Hey Pine still knows me better. I'm not the kind of moody person. Doing so will arouse his suspicion..."

"Then you just keep quiet and ignore him, making him think that there is no one in the tower. Anyway, isn't there a magic lock on your door? He can't break in."

"He can't... but he will probably camp under my tower."

"Why does he have to see you?"

Burris lamented: "He must have suffered a loss during the adventure, and now he comes back to ask me for money... He won't leave without money."

Lot patted him on the shoulder with a serious look: "Do you have to give it if he wants money? He has left you and has become a senior adventurer. Besides, he is still an elf. I am afraid he is much older than you. Huh? He was so embarrassed to spend your money? The money is not flying out of thin air, but you squander it at will. Why?"

Burris looked at Lott embarrassedly... Lott had already put on the new clothes. In addition to the few sets ordered by Burris, he also ordered three sets of cloaks, two belts with jewels, and four different colors for Justin. Leather-inlaid satin tie, four sets of silk housewear, three pairs of soft leather boots, two pairs of lambskin gloves... On the wall behind Lot is the harp that no one can play, and the chest of drawers under the harp There is a sterling silver square mirror, and bright five-color gems with worrying aesthetics are embedded on the frame...

Burris felt mixed, and bowed his head with a bitter face and sighed. Lott gave him a particularly warm look: "It's okay, don't worry, there will be a way. You are now 20 years old, not 84 years old! Don't always hunch back and sigh!"

Burris nodded perfunctorily, got up and walked to the cloakroom at the end of the corridor. Lott asked him what he was going to do, and he said, "I'll change my clothes. I just thought of a way. Hey Song won't give up easily. I still have to deal with him."

"So, you still have to give him money?"

"Give it. Hey Pine is different from Estie. Estee is a researcher and the same type as me. Hey Pine is a practice school. He and his team of adventurers often travel around, and occasionally There will be some unexpected gains. We need this kind of people to collect new spelling materials, discover and explore unknown relics... Basically it is people like them to do it. It is not easy for the black pine, I can help if I can help."

Lott followed Burris, staring at him with a smile. For more than sixty years, he has always remembered this sad and gloomy face. However, the "sorrow" in his memory is a little different from Burris's face now. Now Burris looks too kind, no It is as distressing as it used to be, and even a little bit funny.

Burris changed into a set of brand-new but simple robes, and tied the hair that was loose at home to the back of his head. This little change made him more neat and his temperament really became a lot younger. He took a bag of gold coins and pulled out a gray fluorite pendant from the box that had fallen ashes. Then he took off most of the magic items from his body, leaving only the carnelian ring on his thumb.

After landing on the floating saucer to the lobby on the first floor, Burris told Lott: "My lord, I can handle this. You... better go back to the room upstairs, I can do it alone."

"Are you afraid that I might say the wrong thing?" Lot nodded very understandingly, "I understand, I understand. Don't worry, I don't want to emphasize my sense of existence, just deal with him, I will not speak. I pretend to be you Tali Servant."

"You are dressed too gorgeously, not like a servant."

"Oh...what kind of career do you dress more gorgeously here?"

Burris wanted to say that I wouldn't wear it like this for any profession here...Who would be all right in a long cloak of sable and dark red flannel? Add a crown and you seem to be going to the throne... Suddenly, Burris’s inspiration flashed: "Let’s do it. If he asks, you will say that you are an ally of the mage Burris Gelshaw, and then he may ask Are you a warlock? Just say yes. Don't worry, all detection spells are forbidden in my hall, and he won't find you from another world."

The Bone Maharaja agreed. Burris walked to the door, instead of opening the door with the hook and hook in the past, but using the most basic way to open the door.

There was a chair made of bones floating on the space outside the tower, and the elf in the black robe sat on it. The door opened, and Heimatsu was just about to get up. When he found a young and unfamiliar face appeared in the door, he sat back on the chair with an elegant posture.

Burris smiled secretly in his heart: This silly elf, you can use the bones of cows and deer to make a chair, but these bones are obviously cooked, and there are a few bones on the back of the chair that have even been smoked... I can see you colored it with white paint! Can you stop using kitchen waste to make bone chairs? Don't let this chair be seen by other necromancers, it is enough for people to laugh for a hundred years.

Hei Song spoke: "Young human apprentice, I haven't seen you before, and report your name." He always deliberately mimics the ancient elves when speaking to outsiders. In fact, his daily accent is closer to the northern dialect of the Sargo Empire.

"My name is Kraft." Burris used a familiar name, the tailor Justin's father-in-law called this. "Excuse me, is it Necromancer Black Pine?"

A half-pale face appeared under the heavy hood, and a dangerous smile was conjured up with blue lips: "Oh? Do you know me?"

"The instructor mentioned you to me. The door has a limited time to open, please come in."

Hei Song nodded, controlled the bone chair to float into the tower, and looked around the familiar hall: "Where is our respected tutor?"

"The tutor is out, and I don't know where he is going."

Hei Song looked at the "young man" in front of him with dissatisfaction: "You are so young, so the instructor can rest assured that you can manage his tower?"

"I have this question myself. But the mentor's order is an order. I will obey the order and do my duty."

Playing as an apprentice is not difficult, after all, Burris himself was an apprentice to others when he was young. Back then, his mentor was very harsh and harsh, but he has always maintained a gentle and submissive attitude. Now he can be regarded as a true character in his youth.

Hey Pine ignored the "apprentice", but instead chanted a spell to summon the floating dish. In the mage tower, his bone seat cannot take him up. If you want to enter a high-rise room, you have only two choices: floating saucer or stairs.

After waiting for a few seconds, the floating disc has been hanging quietly on the high ground, completely ignoring the black pine. Hei Song knew that this was because of the arrangement of the instructor, so he didn't try again. He jumped off the chair and stepped onto the stairs. Just a few steps, an invisible wall blocked his way.

"Does the instructor allow me to go to the tower?" Hei Song retreated back into the hall aggrievedly.

Burris maintained a low eyebrow and pleasing expression: "The instructor does not allow anyone to go up to the tower. I only move around in the various rooms on the ground floor."

"This is troublesome..." Heisong muttered and sat back in the bone chair. In fact, there are comfortable sofas for guests to sit in the lobby, but he just wants to sit on his own kitchen waste chair.

After thinking for a while, the elf stretched out his pale, slender hands with black pointed nails: "Little Mage, do you have tea? I rushed all the way, and now my mouth is dry."

Your dry mouth and tongue are all because you were singing poems outside the tower just now. Burris went to the tea room to serve a refreshing drink that he usually prepared. When he returned, the black pine did not wait in place. He floated to the side hall and found Lot who was reading a romantic novel.

"Who are you?" Even Black Pine could tell that this person is definitely not a mage apprentice.

"The people of Burris Gelshaw."

Burris shook his hand with the drink.