After the bell, the celebration is not over. Prince Ranto’s territory is relatively wealthy, and most of the main roads in the city have been illuminated by arcane light bulbs. Therefore, during the celebrations, the grocery night market and outdoor singing and dancing always make noise until the early hours of the morning. .

Lot didn't rush to find Burris. He left the main castle, strolled for a while in the night market, and bought a few small things that fit his eyes. When he stopped to look at the fireworks, a young man selling fudge stopped him and handed him a neatly folded note. The house address was written on the paper, and the location was a bit off, not too far away. The handwriting is Burris, and the signature is "Grave".

Lott asked the boy: "How do you recognize me? You didn't even ask my name."

The boy replied honestly: "The person who asked me to deliver the letter told me what clothes you were wearing. Except for the circus in the whole city, you wear it like this in the whole city. It is easy to recognize."

The address on the note is at the end of Blacksmith Street. This area was not a market area. It was quiet in the early morning, and there were no fireworks or light **** around. Only then did Lot discover that there was a full moon in the night sky today. The Silver Falcon Castle even set off fireworks on the night of the full moon, which is really a violent thing.

He found a two-story hut with a semi-underground structure, with a circular sign hanging in front of the door, with no words on it, only a rune with a complicated stroke. Lot pushed the door and entered, and the welcome bell on the door jingled. There was plenty of light in the room, as if day, but the light only illuminates the indoor area. Even if the door is pushed open, there are gaps in the wooden windows, and the light is completely Will not flow outside the house.

Seeing the indoor furnishings, Lot understood that this is a spell-casting supply store. The shelves in the shop are full. The area on the left is commonly used potions and small tools, and the right is enchanted items and weapons. No wonder this shop is next to Blacksmith Street.

There is a wooden staircase in the middle of the house. According to the sign, the upper floor is the book area, and the lower floor is not allowed to enter. Lot happily chose non-entry.

The basement floor is a long corridor. One side of the corridor is high windows connected to the ground, and on the other side are several closed wooden doors. The third door was concealed, and it was dim and dim, and the candlelight was swaying. Lott walked to the door and not surprisingly saw Burris's back.

Burris stood by the test bench with his back to the door, with bottles and jars in front of him, and a small crucible floating in the air. There was gurgling heat in the cauldron, and Burris stared at it while watching the hourglass on the table.

When Lot came in, the hourglass was running out. Burris manipulated the crucible in the air and moved it to the left shelf. There was an open clam shell on the shelf. The small crucible tilted on its own, and poured the things that had just been cooked into the clam shell. Closed firmly, the crucible also steadily fell on the shelf.

Lott never bothered Burris to cast spells, and this time it was the same. Only when he saw Burris' hands freed up did he approach the past. "This is your house?" He asked, "So you have a shop in Silver Falcon Castle?"

Burris looked back at him, his ear tips and neck were a little red. Burris said: "It's not mine either. The house and shop are indeed under my name. The current store manager is a student of a colleague of mine, and I don't intervene in business matters."

"Where is that student?"

"I went out to play. I greeted him and borrowed his workshop temporarily."

Lott smiled and said, "You fled from the castle in a panic at midnight just to come here to do an experiment?"

"No, I just ran away because I wanted to run." Burris replied very candidly, "There are so many people in the hall! I know you wanted to..."

Lott interrupted him: "I understand, there are too many people, you are embarrassed. You mean, you can do it when there is no one, right? Like now?"

Before asking this sentence, Lott had already imagined Burris’ reaction, such as lowering his head and not speaking, or muttering "Why are you always like this?"... But this time he was wrong, and this time Burris actually gave He answered accurately: "Yes."

"Huh? What did you say?"

The red on the tip of Burris's ears spread to his entire ears, and the red on his neck gradually stained his cheeks. He frowned, his expression serious as if he was making a major decision: "Now...you can..."

As he said, he took a step forward and slowly raised his head, as slow as a patient with a straightened cervical spine receiving traction. He kept thinking about what Lot said at the prom: You have to learn how to be a young man. You have to be brave, take the initiative...

But... this is the limit he can currently do. He also didn't want to keep twitching, just waiting for Lott to hold him and kiss, but when he answered, stepped forward, raised his head...he had no extra courage to stand on tiptoe anymore.

Lott wouldn't ask him to continue to embarrass, so he kissed him gently immediately. Now Lot had something to say, so instead of kissing seriously, he asked, "By the way, Burris, there is something I have never asked you directly."

"Then you ask me now." Burris bowed his head after being kissed.

Lott asked: "When did you like me?"

Burris gaped. He thought he would hear questions like "Do you like me or not?" After reading Lot's book, people in the book always ask each other these kinds of questions. There are more sour versions of these questions, such as " Do you love me" and "Do you love me as much as I love you"...

Unexpectedly, Lott would not ask those insecure questions at all. He doesn't question what he likes or not, he has long felt that everything is under control.

After reacting, Burris breathed a sigh of relief. This question is easier to answer.

"While in the forest," Burris said, "it was roughly the way you took me to Sundernia after you saved me. If you go into details, I won't be able to tell..."

After he finished speaking, Lott did not answer for a long time. He secretly looked up and saw a shocked expression on Lot's face.

Lott's eyes widened: "So early?"

"I didn't know at the time..." Burris whispered, "I thought about it for a long time before I realized... it should have been since then..."

Before he finished speaking, his inaudible voice was buried in Lot's chest. Lott hugged him and rubbed his cheek against his hair: "Ah, Burris, you lost... I'm really guilty..."

What are you talking about? Burris was full of question marks, but could not speak. Lott's strength relaxed a little, and he continued to wrap the wizard around his chest. This time he didn't mess with Burris's hair, but slowly stroked Burris' shoulders and back like a small animal.

Lot sighed and said, "I'm telling you the truth, don't be sad. I only liked you when I was separated from you. When I was holding you in the forest, I was mainly thinking: this little Does the mage have the ability? Can you survive? Later, when I was about to leave, I suddenly couldn't bear you... Then, when we met again, I saw your body... No, lying down When the original body in the golden coffin, I realized for the first time that I particularly like you..."

Burris got out of Lot's arms: "My lord, I can't keep up with your thinking rhythm...what are you trying to express?"

Lot raised an eyebrow and smiled: "There is a general rule in romantic novels. The person who moves first is the game loser. Burris, you lose."

Burris looked at him calmly and confusedly.

Lott reduced his smile a little, coughed twice, and returned to his normal tone: "Uh, cancel...all the things I said just now are canceled. I just want to make a pointless sweet talk to you, but my words are not. Say yes, it is far-fetched, and the effect is a bit awkward..."

Lot is still so frank. His words are more than a bit embarrassing, it is so embarrassing that one wants to amnesia! Burris's expression was stiff, wondering if he should continue to answer.

At this time, the click from the shelf rescued him, and he hurried to check the condition of the clam shell.

This voice also saved Lott and gave him the opportunity to change the subject naturally. He asked: "Burris, I understand why you want to run, but why did you come here to do experiments?"

Burris came back holding the clam shell, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm not doing an experiment. I... have something to give you."

As he said, he chanted a spell, wiped it on the mussel, and the shell puffed open, overflowing with silver brilliance.

Usually people open the clam shell to take out the meat or pearls, but there are two silver rings lying in this clam. The ring is in matte silver, the setting is simple and simple, with a slender oval moonstone embedded on it.

Burris took out one and motioned for Lot to extend his hand. Lott raised his left hand, clenched his fists with four fingers, and extended only his ring finger.

Burris held back a smile and put a ring on him. When the ring touches Lot's skin, it automatically adjusts its size and fits closely with the finger.

"This is an enchanted ring with multiple functions," Burris said. "Their first function is to locate each other. The holders of the two rings can know each other's position at any time. To use this function, you need to find the paper, Or plain fabric or wall, the ring will project a map on the plane according to your order, and mark the location of the other ring. If the other ring is taken off, or the holder is changed, your ring will emit It trembled violently, and then returned to an inactive state...that is, it is now inactive and cannot project maps. Mutual positioning is a feature that is turned on by default, and you don’t need to prepare for this.

Burris looked serious, as if he had started the teaching mode of the school. Lot wanted to interject, but he felt better to listen quietly.

Burris continued: "The second function of the ring is to send a message. Two holders can call each other at any distance. The sender has to activate this function with a spell, and no spell is required to accept the call. I will use the spell later. Write it down and give it to you. The spell is very short, and you can definitely remember it. By the way, this communication function can ignore the obscuration of any material. As long as the holder agrees, you can also let a third person around you join the conversation, but the communication cannot be crossed The plane continues, and there is no silent spiritual communication."

"It has another function, which is..." Burris said, picking up another ring in the clam shell. When he was about to put it on himself, Lott snatched it over with a quick eye.

"I have to let me wear it for you!" Lott held Burris's left hand, "Oh, you mages, do you have any common sense?"

Burris certainly understood Lot's meaning, so obediently asked him to put a ring on himself. In fact, the reason Burris wanted to hurry up to complete the enchanting ring was to meet the process of "a certain ritual", but his skin was thin and he was too embarrassed to call the enchanted ring a wedding ring, so he could only explain the spell seriously. Use academic accent to cover up tension.

Lot put the ring on him, but did not let go of his hand. Burris looked at the rings on the ring fingers of the two, took a deep breath, and began to continue his magic explanation: "This pair of rings also has another function, which is also their most important function-magic sharing. Two wearers can default. Share the aid and protection magic that the opponent has activated, and you can also extract the third method that the opponent has prepared. You are immune to magic, and protection sharing is of little significance to you, but other spells can still be used. This part It's more complicated, let me elaborate..."

Once he talked about academic topics, Burris' mood became very calm, and the blush on his face disappeared a lot.

He was explaining the function of the ring carefully. Lot suddenly lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.

Burris's thoughts were interrupted, frowning and asking: "I said so much just now, did you not listen well?"

"No." Lot said, "I'm listening carefully, so I'm thinking, in the future, you will teach me some arcane arts used by humans, okay?"

"How can you... have such an interest?"

"Why can't I be interested in this? Anyway, now I don't have the ability of magic arts. If I can learn something with you, it would be interesting."

Burris just wanted to answer, Lott said: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want to pass the time by this, I'm serious. Burris, you have read those two ancient books, so you have read my past; And I saved you more than sixty years ago, and I can be regarded as participating in your past. Now we are going to engage in rituals and wear rings to each other. What is this for? It is nothing more than to make a phased promise-take it Coming down, we intend to participate in each other's future. Are you right?"

There was no deliberate molesting in Lot's words, but somehow, Burris's face started to heat up again. This is definitely not because of Champagne's staying power. He was very agile when casting the spell just now, and he was also very careful to enchant the ring. The alcohol did not take away his calmness.

The hands of the two people wearing the ring are still holding together. Burris asked in a low voice, "Then... we've all finished exchanging rings... is it okay?"

"You mean the wedding ceremony?" Lot shook his head, "Not enough! First of all, we didn't invite relatives or friends..."

Burris said: "We both have secrets that are not suitable for disclosure. Regardless of the future, it is not suitable for disclosure now. In this case, who can we invite? We can only invite Estie... And your three creations. No, even Esther can’t ask her. It’s too embarrassing to let her look at these..."

Lott thought for a while, if three creations were specifically called to watch him kiss the mage... it was indeed a bit embarrassing, and a little bit silly. "Okay," he said, "Neither of us have any friends to invite. It's worthy of being a necromancer and a stranger. So... what about the parade of floats? This is often seen in the grand weddings in the book. We were sitting on the flower carriage, with some people spreading petals beside it, and the carriage slowly walked through every street in the city...We don’t need to go to the big city, Holly Village is enough, and Holly Village is quite big."

Burris said weakly: "My lord, you can imagine that picture carefully and seriously. We are sitting in a carriage and walking around the Holly Village inexplicably... This is not a parade of floats, it is more like a shame parade."

Lott touched his chin: "That's right... It's a bit strange. Forget it, it doesn't matter, but the most important point cannot be omitted! We have to exchange vows."

"That's okay..." Burris thought, anyway, there is no one around now, and this thing on the face can be ignored for now.

Lott said: "Exchange rings and vows in other people's basements...it's not too romantic."

"Then where do you want to go?" Burris's heart hung up, for fear that Lott offered to go back to the castle or the capital.

Fortunately, Lot's request is not difficult: "At least get back to your tower, right?"

Burris agreed happily. Going back to the high tower is better than anything else. He feels most secure in the tower, and there are no living people in his tower. If they say anything nasty, they won't be heard by others.

Many large cities cannot directly use teleportation to enter and exit, and the same is true for Silver Falcon, but for a wizard like Burris, these rules are only used to restrain others, and he can selectively abide by...After all, within Sargo He participated in the design of most of the magic circles that block transmission.

There is a "back door" in the Silver Falcon, which is located deep underground in this shop. There is a stone room hidden in the second basement of the store. The interior is a blind corner of the blocking array. A semi-finished teleportation array is preset here. Although the mages cannot teleport into the city, they can teleport away from here.

Burris left a note of thanks to the shopkeeper and took Lot to the stone room. When filling up the spells for the circle, Burris secretly rejoiced: Lott once said that he would prepare a dress for the "wedding", and told him not to wear a robe and swear an oath. Lott seems to have not particularly emphasized this point today...Of course. In a sense, Lott was indeed wearing a dress at this time, and Burris was not wearing an algorithm gown, but a gown gown.

Burris wondered: Could it be that Lott forgot that idea? When he first mentioned "Wedding", Lot had just replied from the confusion. Could it be that he didn't remember the nonsense he had said then? In addition, Lott easily agreed not to invite relatives and friends and not to engage in float parades. He was so easily persuaded that he happily gave up those romantic and useless details.

Is this normal? Burris thought freely while perfecting the circle. The more I think about it, the more Burris feels guilty: Lott really likes romantic things. He is serious. He is not trying to humiliate and laugh at others. But I know this, but because I love face and courage, I deliberately Not to satisfy his wishes.

Burris didn't notice that Lot's face didn't show any regrets at all. He was staring at the semi-finished magic circle enthusiastically, groping for the ring finger ring repeatedly, hoping to return to the tower soon.