"Burris?" Lott noticed that the wizard's reaction was a little abnormal. He moved closer, reached out his hand, and touched the hair on Burris's cheek.

There was another thunder. Lightning illuminates the mica flakes all over the floor, and also illuminates the aqua gradient sequins on Lot's cuffs, the scarf button with electroplated silver and green glass, the dots of rhinestones sprinkled with flowers, the bright purple satin dress jacket, and the hem of the jacket. A circle of rose gold tassels...

Burris shivered.

Lott couldn't help but put him in his wet arms and stroked his hair with pity: "My little mage! You are terrified... Are you afraid of thunder and lightning? How did I not know before..."

Of course you don't know, because I am not afraid of thunder and lightning... This sentence has formed a roar in Burris' soul, but in fact, he didn't say a word.

He hadn't recovered from Lott's sudden consternation, he was almost blinded by the dazzling details of Lott's body.

With his face pressed against the damp cloth, he sniffed the moisture mixed with cardamom and vanilla. Probably Lott sprayed some kind of fragrance on his body, and the scent had been washed off by the heavy rain, leaving only a faint smell of medicinal materials. I am afraid that only the mage could detect this smell.

"I'm back." Lott hugged the wizard, dripping water from the tip of his hair into Burris' collar. "I'm back... Although it was delayed for several days, I'm back! Burris, you are Are you worried about me?"

In Lott's books, when one person asks "Are you worried about me", the other person often said awkwardly "I don't have one," or even "You don't come back." It is not rejection, but a proof of sweetness and attachment.

But Burris didn't say that. He was lying in Lot's arms, motionless like a deactivated golem, and it took a long time to squeeze out a weak answer: "Yes..."

"Huh?" Lott had prepared the next lines, such as "Don't be stubborn, I know how worried you are about me"... I didn't expect that the mage would answer so candidly.

Burris said: "Yes...I am very worried, very worried. I thought I was going to spend another sixty years...even if not sixty years, thirty years will not work, in case I can't find you this time What to do..."

A sour sensation appeared in Lot's chest, spreading from the heart to the entire spine, to the shoulders, and to the hands, causing his fingers to tremble unconsciously.

He condensed his hippy smile, let go of his arms a little, and looked down at the mage in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I worried you." Lott kissed the top of the mage's hair and said, "If I can, I would also like to come back soon and report peace to you, but this is difficult to do... You know, closed The independent plane has a minimum opening and closing cycle, which is seven days per 100 years... Even if I can come out, I have to wait seven days to come out. And these seven days are counted from the time I threw you out..."

Burris raised his head and asked cautiously: "Seven days... is it like you were imprisoned in the swamp of the dead in the past?"

Lott saw the mage’s worries, so he quickly came to a conclusion: “It’s okay, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I am not able to come out for seven days every 100 years like in the past. In the past, I left the world and stayed in the swamp of the dead; Now, I leave the realm of God and stay in the world. Because the basic starting point is different, so... now this rule is reversed-every seven days, I can come out for a hundred years."

Burris was taken aback. Lott smiled and added: "Yes, I am not a free body, I belong to the Black Lake. After I have played in the world for a hundred years, I have to live in that quiet and boring place for seven days, and then I can return to the world to continue playing after seven days. ..."

Although he didn't understand the principle, only listening to the conclusion, Burris was already greatly relieved. "Wait, it's not quite right..." He frowned, "My lord... It seems to be the eighth day since the day I came back. In other words, seven days have passed except that day... How could you be so fast? Appear in the Mountains of No Return? Where did you come from? Isn't it from the thin spot on the Frost Plain? Can you choose where you appear?"

He looked at the fancy clothes in front of him, and wanted to ask "Why did you change your clothes quickly"...

Lott smiled and said: "I did appear from the thin plane of the White Tower. As for why I can come here so quickly... This is Odette's credit."

"Odette is awake?"

"Woke up. The moment I returned to the world, his strength was firm. He sensed me, so he immediately flew over and picked me up. He told me what had happened in the past few days, and he told me My Prince Ranto was having a celebration, and I wanted to join you, so I asked him to find a city to stop for a while, so I can buy a new garment. Anyway, he is very fast, and I can’t delay buying and changing clothes. Too much time."

Burris was surprised: "This is wrong...No matter how strong the dragon's flying ability is, it is impossible to travel between here and the White Tower in a few minutes!"

When the golem reported on Odetteta’s situation, the sky just darkened and the thunder was still rolling in the sky. At that time Odetteta was still in the labyrinth area; then Burris wanted to see Odetteta and began to prepare the magic equipment. When the thunder sounded closer and closer, the rainstorm finally poured... Burris didn't even notice that the silver dragon started to move. The dragon had already flown back and forth, and in the middle he asked Lot to buy some clothes!

With this little time, at best, Lot can only buy clothes and put them on immediately, and the time to fly back and forth is not enough...what creature can fly so fast? This is not much different from teleportation!

Lott said: "Of course the dragon can't fly so fast, but Odette is not a dragon." Then, he took Burris to the tower gate, "Just in time, you come and see him. He has long wanted to be formal. Say hello to you."

After the gate opened, the heavy rain pounced on Burris' face with the strong wind. The open space outside the tower was fully occupied by a huge creature. In the dark rain curtain, it seemed that another building had fallen out of thin air, blocking the gate of the high tower.

Burris looked at this huge creature and was so surprised that he even forgot to cast the spell to block the rain... Anyway, he was already wet by Lott, and it wouldn't matter if he got wet.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Odette's magnificent figure. The black and white stripes of the dragon are gone, and now he has changed his appearance: his head, neck, torso and limbs have returned to silver, scales shining like a mirror, and his long horns, wings, claw tips and tail have become pure Black, black enough to melt into the night.

Odette bent her long neck and stared at Burris with her dark eyes. The real silver dragon usually has silver-gray or golden eyes, while Odette’s sclera and iris are black, and there are faint sparkling spots in the pupils... These eyes remind Burriss of the thin spots above the white tower, that one The misty eye leading to the Black Lake.

Then Odette spoke. Burris has heard his avatar speak before, and today is the first time he has heard him speak in person.

He cleared his throat first and said, "Master Burris Gelshaw, hello."

His voice is similar to that of the avatars, making people unable to tell the age and gender, which is impressive, but also making people unable to sum up characteristics.

Odette said: "My situation was too bad before... In that case, I couldn't greet you formally, but I kept watching your words and deeds. Master Gelshaw, thank you for your kindness to me. Help and care."

Burris bowed back habitually. The dragon went on to say: "Maybe a little abrupt... Now I want to ask you something."

"It won't be abrupt. You can ask."

"Please answer me honestly..." Odette raised his tone a little, "Am I beautiful?"

"Huh?" Burris was confused by the rain, and his vision was not clear. He suspected that his ears were also getting water, which caused him to have auditory hallucinations.

Odette urged: "Is my appearance beautiful? I used to have the appearance of the most beautiful silver dragon in the world, but now... my black horns, black wings, black nails, black tail... this look, Is it beautiful?"

Just before this moment, Burris held two unsolved mysteries deep in his heart: First, why did Yrel wash the black pine back to its original appearance. Second, under normal circumstances without any crisis, what is the character of Odette Benlong.

Now, the second mystery surfaced unexpectedly. The truth was far beyond Burris's expectations.

Lot yelled to Yinlong in the heavy rain: "I've said it all, you look good like this! Don't you believe in my aesthetics?"

Odette stared at the mage persistently: "I want to listen to the opinions of ordinary humans. I used to be silver and white. I was very beautiful. I am confident about this. Master Gershaw, have you seen me lying on the altar with my body With the appearance of a black ice cone inserted, I was holy and miserable at that time, and I must have a sad beauty... But now? Is this black and white me really beautiful?"

Burris remembered the time when he reunited with Lot in the Marsh of the Dead. At that time he was thinking: What is wrong in the end? How could the bone maharaja have such a character?

Now he has a similar idea again: The gentle, kind-hearted, compassionate silver dragon in "Silver Ode" is actually this character? How did he lead the ancestors of the Sago people back then? Is he guarding the thrones of previous kings, relying on "Am I beautiful" to assist them every day?

Then I thought about it, even if Odette’s character is strange, his bumpy experience is absolutely true... Burris didn’t want to perfuse him, so he replied seriously: "I haven’t seen a real dragon, only dragon scales. Dragon bones and pictures, the only'dragon' I have ever seen is you. I think you are very beautiful, really, this kind of beauty is not the beauty of beauty or the beauty of the scenery, it is a kind of charm that we mortals can hardly describe. Frankly speaking, before The black and white stripes for a few days are really not pretty for you. Your figure is still beautiful, but the black and white stripes are very strange, and now..."

Speaking of this, an inspiration emerged in his mind: "Now you have become very beautiful again, really. The silver and black on your body are very cleverly matched, with a silver-white body, black dragon wings, dragon horns, Sharp claws and tail... this kind of temperament is like a holy man controlling the power of darkness..."

Then Burris fell out of words. He was not a bard, and he couldn't think of any more fancy descriptions. However, Odette was satisfied enough. With the tip of his tail swaying lightly, he moved the huge dragon head above Burris, covering him from the rain like a giant umbrella.

The dragon squinted at Lott: "Master Lotbard, your mage is really an honest and good person. If you can explain to me patiently like him, I won't be depressed and sad all the way."

Lot also got under the dragon's head: "I have explained the problems of Black Lake clearly to you, but I haven't had time to praise your beauty!"

Hearing this, Burris wiped the rain off his face: "My lord, you have to explain to me what happened in the Black Lake."

"I will," Lot said, "but not now. Now, you can change your clothes first."

"why?"

"We are going to the Silver Falcon for the celebration." Lot turned around, splashing water on the damp and dazzling dress, "Odette can take us over, he is as fast as teleportation, and More stable than teleportation."

"I didn't want to attend the banquet, I have already given the invitation letter to Black Pine..."

"Have your princess students gone? When we get to Silver Falcon Castle, you can contact her and let her send someone to pick you up into the castle."

"But..." Burris was shocked by the sudden situation one after another, and his reaction speed dropped sharply. It was not until Lot pushed back into the tower that he finally suffocated a question: "But... your dress is all drenched. Wet..."

"I know. What are you afraid of getting wet? I have you!" Lot opened his arms.

Only then did Burris react and cast a very basic small spell. In a blink of an eye, the rain on him and Lot was gone, and his hair and clothes became dry and warm again.