After the heavy rain, the thick clouds dissipated, and a crescent moon hung high in the middle of the night sky.

Burris put his hand on the force field cover, chanted the spell, and the rain stuck on the cover was cleaned up.

Lott suddenly said, "Little Mage, why are you so good to me?"

"It doesn't cost me anything..." Burris lowered his head.

"You didn't say that just now, you just said that I delayed your serious research. You would rather delay your serious research and stay with me. Why are you so good to me?"

After listening to this, Burris felt relieved again. Lot's language and thinking continued to recover, and he became more and more like the one who didn't want a face.

Burris did not intend to answer the question. He is clumsy in this regard, and he can save himself a little face without answering. In fact, this question is not unfamiliar to him, and he once silently asked the same question in his heart: Why are you so good to me?

Why rescue an apprentice whose future is uncertain on the Khiva River? Why protect me all the way in the cold boreal forest? Why send me to Sandenia? Why wasted such precious seven days on an ordinary human being? If you just want to find a wizard to help, why don't you hurry up to find some famous wizards and let them find a way to lift the curse?

Back then, he quickly put these questions behind him. The young Burris didn't want to waste energy and time, but only wanted to devote himself to the long-awaited knowledge and future.

He thought, as long as he can fulfill his promise, find the Marsh of the Dead, see the Bone Maharaja again and lift his curse...At that time, if I am still curious about those questions, I have a chance to ask clearly.

Recalling this, Burriss was full of emotion: People really have to accept the old. Although young apprentices have no abilities, they are sharp enough. However, no matter how experienced the old mage is, he is no longer sharp... After reuniting with Lot, How dare he ask "Why do you treat me well?" He didn't even dare to put down the old man's airs.

Lott actually asked this first today. Burris answered in his heart: There seems to be no reason, I just want to do it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized from his own answer: If I really asked those questions, probably Lot's answer was the same.

The floating carpet climbed higher again, heading in the direction Lott pointed out. There was a river meandering on the plain below, and many villages were scattered on both sides of the river. Lot remembered that there was no river here, and thought he had remembered the wrong direction. After Burris reminded him, he realized that this was a canal that was dug by hand. .

The houses on the ground are getting denser, gradually forming medium-sized settlements. This place is called Yinlongbao, which is the largest city in the east of Sago. Now the night is dark, and there are still a lot of lights in the city. There is probably a market celebration here.

Burris pointed to the flames and explained: The warm light on the wide streets is open flames, and the spires in the distance and the high tower library are all magic flames. Ordinary people prefer open flames, because magic flames can only be used for lighting, not heating and cooking, and the cost of using magic flames is still relatively high; official residences, warehouses, and military camps are more suitable for using magic flames, which cannot ignite objects and are not affected by wind. And the impact of precipitation, it is very suitable for use in important urban facilities.

"How do you know which side is the fire?" Lot was lying on the floating blanket, his head tilted out of the blanket, like a marine iguana just ashore.

Burris said: "I participated in the planning of the municipal lighting of Yinlongbao."

"These lights," Lott stretched out his arm and drew it in the air. "You lit them?"

"How could it be that I ordered it... it was my magic item factory that took the order for the Silver Dragon Castle, and the creators in the factory made the specific design."

As the lights faded away, Lott sighed: "You have a factory, and you also design urban lighting... You are not like a necroman."

Burris smiled and asked, "My lord, what kind of person do you think is a necromancer?"

"It's... a wizard who uses necromantic spells."

"I'm also involved in other disciplines," Burris said, "such as spells, elements, such as aliens... But I also understand that as long as I am a necromancer from the beginning, I will be a necromancer in people's eyes. ."

Lot asked: "Is it shameful to be a necromancer?"

"Not ashamed. But the current reality is...some people just think it's ashamed. Therefore, the princess can't let outsiders know that she is practicing Necromology, and the teacher of Necromology is the least number of teaching wizards. By the way, To tell the truth, I have a wish since I was young..."

Lott asked: "Let the necromology flourish?"

It seems that Lott's "extraordinary interruption" feature has also recovered, and Burris is very relieved. "No," said the mage, "Necrology is not widely used, and it is destined not to be too advanced. At present, elementology and pharmacy are the most valuable, and compared with necrology, alien studies are useful Less...but no matter what, necromology and aliens are part of arcane arts. As long as someone studies it in depth for generations, no matter which school it is, it may shine in the future that I can't imagine. . My wish when I was young was..."

Speaking of this, Burriston paused and seemed a little embarrassed: "I hope... the world can forget Yrill and only remember me. I hope that the young people in the future will think of me instead of me when they mention the "Necromancer". Illil and Icefield White Tower. One day in the future, necromantic scholars will no longer have to worry about it. Even if they choose a school that most people don’t like, they only need to worry about the complexity of knowledge and accuracy of spells, and perhaps they will also worry about it. If the research funding is enough, the risks of the experiment are not big...no need to worry about reputation or even personal safety."

Lot thought for a while: "You have already done this. You are so rich, you still belong to the Austrian French Federation, and there are many students..."

Burris shook his head slightly: "I can be respected, and maybe my students can be touched, but more necromancers are not enough. People’s highest evaluation of necromancers is, "Although you are a necromancer, you Very kind' or'Even if you are a necromancer, we are still willing to believe you'... these are not good things."

Lott understood it carefully, and nodded: "I understand a little bit... Burris, you can say something."

"Say what?"

"Tell me about your thoughts, experiences... or complaining." Lott's tone almost seemed to be acting like a baby. "Anyway, I want to hear about you, I want to hear you."

Burris looked at the starry sky and thought for a while, and said, "My lord, let me tell you a secret... I have never said these things to others, even to students, I would not speak so bluntly. Because... If I tell others, they will definitely think I'm pretending to be noble..."

Hearing the word "secret", Lot was immediately excited. He turned and sat up from the marine iguana pose, looking at the mage expectantly.

Burris said: "I wonder if you remember, once you said that I was too gentle, and that a spellcaster like me should be ambitious. Then I told you that my own ambitions are being realized step by step, and Very smooth..."

Actually Lott didn't remember... but he still said, "Well, I remember."

"Can you guess what my ambitions are?"

Lott thought about the topic about the necromancer just now, and said: "I guessed it."

Burris said: "That ambition sounds ashamed...and it's not easy to guess."

"I really guessed it," Lott said. "I have known a lot of mages for thousands of years. Some of them are only fascinated by research and don't care about the outside world, and some are only pursuing small goals. After pursuing it, you won’t seek to make progress, and some people have very ambitious goals, hoping that one day they can use magic to get the whole world or something... But your ambition is probably the opposite of them."

"The opposite means?"

"You don't want to use magic to get the whole world," Lot said. "You want the whole world to get magic."

The mage smiled and nodded, and Lot also laughed. He guessed it right, he suddenly felt that Burris was a bit different from the past... Now Burris is more like twenty years old than before, and his eyes are shining with the light that belongs to the real youth.

"It's more difficult than using magic to get the whole world." Lott said.

Burris shrugged: "I also know this is impractical, and it sounds particularly false, with a high-sounding taste. To be honest, it is impossible for me in my life to do it... I mean now from the age of twenty. In this life. Even if I become younger, it is difficult for me to do it. Anyway...everyone will have a few unrealistic wishes."

"It will come true," Lott couldn't help but smirk, filled with a sense of pride, "Look, after I left, someone else helped me finish the "Ode Collection"... and the Sago people. , I thought they were going to disappear in history, but now they are the most powerful country in the Confederacy of Ten Nations. Don’t stare at me worriedly, I didn’t digress... I just wanted to say that you are a little bit ambitious. Not fake, it will come true."

Burris readily accepted the encouragement: "Accept your good words. A high goal is not a bad thing, I will do my best."

"You are so humble," Lott said, "Didn't you find out that all your dreams from childhood to childhood have come true! For example, cleaning up palm pythons, settling in the south, having your own mage tower, a library in the tower, and a bedroom There are very large glass windows...and find the swamp of the dead, find me, you did it all."

After saying this, Lott suddenly changed back to a human appearance. He was a lot shorter than before, and his heavy cloak for going out fell back on his shoulders, making a pop.

He raised his hand to his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, only then realized that he had changed back to what he used to be.

Burris looked at him inquisitively, and he looked back at the wizard: "Burris, there are so many wizards in the world. There are so many wizards in every era and every country... Why did I meet you?"

"Look at what you said," Burris lowered his head and smiled, "There is only one you in the world. There is only one me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lot took him into his arms and couldn't wait to kiss him hard.

In the past, Burris always stiffened, frowned and held his breath. He didn’t feel like being kissed, more like waiting to be destroyed by a dentist... Today he relaxed a lot, and he took the initiative to stretch out his hand, carefully, tentatively, and gently He put his arms around Lott's shoulders.

Perhaps because of the aftereffects of extraction. This spell will make people weak, anxious and eager to be comforted.

Perhaps it was because Lot's words and deeds became normal. Seeing that he was not trapped in the distant past, Burris was relaxed and overjoyed.

Perhaps it's because they are in the wilderness, sitting on a flying carpet, watching the rainstorm, bathed in moonlight... The silent and unfamiliar environment will change people's habits, and people will lose their shame if they don't pay attention.

Maybe it's because the conversation just now was so wonderful. Want to think freely, aimlessly, just express the emotions in the chest, regardless of whether the speech meets the identity...not as rigorous as analyzing spells, not as meticulous as lectures, and not as careful about wording as when discussing business...For others , Burris' words were still too cautious, but for him, it was almost the most comfortable time he had chatted in decades.

Maybe...maybe for no reason. For example, in the books in Lot's bookcase, the protagonists admire each other inexplicably, hug and kiss when the atmosphere is reached, as if there is no reason or reason.

The floating blanket continued to float in the night wind. Leaving the south-curved canal and over a high mountain with dense vegetation, Huolongyu finally appeared.

The ancient fire dragon left a huge wound on the mountain, and now a lush forest has grown on this scar.

The night wind passes through the ridge, the trees rustle, the moon is embedded in the high gorges, and the fireflies swim among the shrubs at the bottom of the valley. The demigod and the mage on the floating carpet finally separated slightly, watching the mountains and the stars quietly.

Burris lowered the height of the flying carpet, removed the force field cover, and let the night wind with the breath of the woods blow over his shoulders. Lott suddenly asked him: "Are we officially together?"

"Don't ask me anymore," Burris said. "Just let the flow go... don't ask me. When you ask me, I think something is particularly wrong..."

Lott thought for a while: "Okay, I understand. Then now we..."

He circled Burris' waist from behind, put his chin on Burris's shoulder, and deliberately spoke in the ear of the wizard. Burris shrank, and a large number of vulgar books in Lot's room suddenly appeared in his mind. The fragments he had read before danced in front of him, eating away his calmness like a demon...

Lot said: "Then now we...should we plan a ceremony or something?"

"What ceremony?"

"Similar to a wedding," Lott's eyes flashed. "Don't all humans like this? I also know that even if people of the same gender are together in private, they can't hold a wedding in public...I hope I can do it. Ceremony, even a small private ceremony, you don’t need to invite any guests... I want to make a new dress in advance, and you also want to, you can’t wear a mage robe and take an oath with me. In short, only a ceremony can reflect the promise. "

Burris looked at him with complicated eyes: "Did you learn this kind of thinking from a girl's book?"

Lott answered honestly: "Yes."

For Burris, this requirement is not excessive, but it is embarrassing. The vast majority of elderly people in Southeastern countries are similar to him: they are willing to live well with others, but are ashamed to talk about emotions; they can take care of someone for a lifetime, but are embarrassed to hold each other's hand at the market.

As he was in a trance, a harsh alarm sounded.

Lot also heard it. The alarm was from Burris' ring. It was not loud, but it was very sharp. Burris pinched the ring and "hooked" an arcane rune from it.

"We have to go back, sir," the mage frowned after reading the rune. "Someone broke into the secret area of ​​the tower and shut down several defensive golems."

Lott sighed heavily and said with emotion: "Fictions really come from life. In adventure novels, the protagonist will be involved in emergencies as soon as he talks about marriage and marriage!"