After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Cuckoo! Looks—your new work has failed again! Dear Lord Brian."

An owl in the form of gray mist gracefully perched on the ornate wooden stand, but the words that spit out were not polite.

The owl tilted its fluffy head and fluttered its wings, and it looked extraordinarily funny with its drawn-out aria.

"Shut up, stupid guy."

A deep and hoarse male voice sounded.

The sound was very soft, barely audible in the huge laboratory, but it made the vicious owl silent, and quickly folded its wings, as cute as a quail.

This is a very spacious and gorgeous laboratory.

The floor is covered with clean and luxurious floor tiles, and the ceiling above the head is shining with dazzling stars, just like a dream.

All kinds of expensive and rare materials are scattered in the laboratory.

Let's just say that there is a cabinet in the corner that is worth thousands of witch crystals, and any apprentice wizard with red eyes will only gasp in shock when he sees it.

However, the most eye-catching thing in this laboratory is the handsome man in the elegant wizard robe.

[The seventh experiment failed. 】

The man leaned lazily on the soft couch, holding a valuable bordered quill in one slender and powerful hand, and wrote this sentence on the flat parchment suspended in the air.

The beautiful cursive letters on the parchment are connected with each other, which looks like a very slender black snake swimming nimbly from a distance.

"Oh. Damn alchemy."

Brian snorted lightly, his elegant male voice was cold and deep, like a poisonous snake winding past his ears, making people sweat profusely on his back.

There was a gloomy look on his handsome face.

seven times.

This is his greatest patience.

If he hadn't made a bet with that damn dark wizard who was cursed by Merlin, as a rare necromancer, he wouldn't have studied this remote and unpopular alchemy.

Although he does have good research potential - he has a huge amount of witch crystals that can carry out a lot of money-burning experiments.

But now he doesn't need it.

It is not enough to have a powerful magic power that is difficult for others to reach.

Brian snapped his fingers slowly and gracefully, as if he was directing the banquet of the undead.

A cluster of beautiful and dazzling blue flames suddenly rose up, appearing out of thin air on the huge and exquisite stone platform in the center of the laboratory.

There is no deviation, it is as rigorous as measuring with a ruler, and it does not cross the edge of the stone platform.

No spells, no wands - no problem for an overly powerful wizard.

The blue flame greedily licked the complex wizard array drawn on the surface of the stone platform with precious Mowus ink worth fifty witch crystals.

The color of the thick black ink gradually became lighter, and the flame swelled a lot as if it was full, and the color also changed from peacock blue to a richer and deeper sapphire blue.

Suddenly, the cheerfully swaying blue flame froze for a moment, and then continued to sway as if nothing had happened.

This second of slight pause is fleeting.

Brian narrowed his eyes lightly, and there was no other superfluous movement other than that.

The flames on the stone platform suddenly went out without a sound, just like when they first appeared.

"Cuckoo!"

As if the gray mist owl had noticed it, it flapped its wings and flew to the man's shoulder.

"Perhaps, you will have a companion, Zoe."

Brian teased casually, and approached the stone platform calmly.

"Of course, if it's a little bit smarter than your brain."

The handsome wizard clicked his tongue when he thought of something.

The luxurious wizard robes set off a breeze as he walked.

"Cuckoo! Companion? Can you eat it? Is it delicious?"

Owl Zoe tilted her head, perhaps thinking of delicious food, a silly and cute expression appeared on her originally fierce face, and her shape on the edge of the gray mist trembled slightly.

Brian glanced at Zoe the owl on his shoulder with a slight distaste, and then moved his gaze to the stone platform with faint traces of Mouse's ink.

He ignored the product of the first failed experiment—an owl with an unstable shape and a brain full of food.

But for the sake of his first experiment, in order to compare with the later experimental products, he still kept the damn owl.

Unexpectedly, the self-proclaimed great wizard never thought that the products of his subsequent alchemy experiments would be inferior to each other.

A flamingo with one foot missing; a unicorn with two horns on its head; and a mutated frog that can only make an annoying "croak croak" sound...

Their final destination was melted in a bottle of bone erosion potion worth 250 witch crystals.

Thinking of this unpleasant thing that was beyond his control, Brian's face darkened, his eyes darkened.

He bent his fingers and tapped the surface of the stone platform lightly, and the Mowus ink that was about to disappear was suddenly activated, gathered into a ball, and scattered in the next moment, forming a map as dense as a spider web.

If a well-informed wizard sees it, he will definitely find that this is a map of the entire wizard plane.

At the corner of the edge of this dense map, a black dot flickered desperately.

"The Bruma Forest in Atlantis Continent..."

Brian was thoughtful, and he tapped the flickering black dot lightly with his fingertips, and the hardworking little black dot quietly disappeared as if it had completed its mission.

Even starting from the black dots, the map composed of ink blots is gradually disappearing.

"Cuckoo! The continent of Atlantis! It sounds very far away!"

Zooey couldn't help but said again: "Master Brian, are you going on a long trip?"

Are you going on a long trip?

Sounds good too.

It's no fun to stay in the wizard's tower all the time. Those stupid and timid wizard apprentices in the academy can't bear to toss at all.

Despite thinking about it, the handsome face of the young wizard tower owner showed a bit of childish evil pleasure after a successful prank.

Maybe we can have some fun in Atlantis, Brian thought to himself, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He strode into the inner room, and when he came out again, he already had a different appearance.

The well-fitting luxurious suit outlines his strong figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the perfect sculptural lines attract attention.

Her silky platinum hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, and a pair of dark blue peach blossom eyes were deep and charming on her handsome face, like blue sea waves under the sun.

And the monocle worn on his right eye added a gentle and mysterious temperament to him.

Who doesn't praise a handsome and elegant gentleman when he sees it.

"Tell Christina that Chief Scott is going on a long trip."

Brian glanced lightly at Zoe the owl, stroked the thin silver chain of the monocle, and said to himself, "Perhaps we can bring back some fresh lambs to the academy."

"Cuckoo! Zooey wants to tell Wizard Christina that Lord Brian is going to travel far away to enroll students in the academy as Scott's chief wizard apprentice."

Zooey kept repeating these words, and Hui Wu's small body flew straight to the floor under her feet.

Immediately afterwards, it hit the floor heavily, and the gray mist bounced upwards like jelly.

But Zooey flew towards the gorgeous floor again before Brian frowned very perceptively.

This time, it passed through successfully, so fast that it didn't hear the cold snort of the young great wizard.

Brian, no, it should be said that it is the young and promising chief wizard apprentice named Claude Scott. He glanced at the scene downstairs through the monocle, and then disappeared in place.

***

Atlantis continent.

A border town called Cowswood is next to the "famous" Brumaire Forest.

The reason why it is said to be "famous" is that Brumaire Forest has contributed many terrifying bedtime stories to children in Atlantis.

Ordinary people certainly wouldn't blindly step into this legendary dangerous forest, but for passionate adventurers, the Brummoon Forest, which is full of teeth and claws in the poems sung by bards, is their holy land.

The foggy forest under the bright moonlight is shrouded in a layer of mystery.

A corner of the foggy moon forest.

A tall, fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy lay quietly on the ground, as if he had fallen asleep.

The surrounding tall trees cast dark shadows on the overgrown ground, looking hideous like ghosts.

A pair of fine crossbow bolts was scattered beside the boy.Under the tree not far away, there is also a poor gray rabbit that was pierced by an arrow and died not long ago.

If you look closer, you will find that there is a small dark green snake entrenched on the young man's pale face.

The thumb-thick snake stretched out its flexible snake letter from time to time and gently licked the boy's cheek.

There is a very thin hole under the boy's left eye, and bright red blood is continuously oozing out.

As soon as the little pearl-like drops of blood came out, they were immediately licked clean by the little snake.

Until the sky turns white, the sun rises, and the clear golden light pierces the dim twilight.

The blood no longer appeared under the boy's left eye, but slowly condensed into a delicate mole of tears, adorning the corner of his eye.

The existence of this tear mole was like the finishing touch, adding a hint of melancholy and mysterious to his pale cheeks, and even the delicate facial features that were too thin and covered up by the gloomy temperament all of a sudden came alive.

As if feeling the warmth of the sun, the boy's hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and his thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

The little snake gave the boy a vigilant look, and then slowly crawled into the pocket on the boy's chest.

When Cyril woke up, his brain hurt like it was about to burst, as if someone was hammering something into his mind with a heavy hammer one after another.

There were people chattering, like a fierce quarrel, or like a swarm of bees buzzing incessantly.

It was as if through a thick layer of thick fog, there were creepy screams of panic and despair coming from a very far away place.

Inexplicably, he was a little worried.

After waiting for a while, Cyril finally adjusted from the uncomfortable dizziness, and found that his limbs were stiff, and even his blood seemed to be stagnant.

He vaguely remembered that he had just finished reviewing the complete works of "Harry Potter", and he was sent over by the system like a market.

Cyril sat up slowly, rubbed his sore arms, and slowly looked around.

The surrounding ancient trees are towering, and the trees with luxuriant branches and leaves show their vigorous vitality wantonly.

The sunlight leaked to the ground through the gaps between the branches and leaves, adding a layer of warmth to this seemingly savage forest.

"Is this—the Forbidden Forest?"

Cyril stood up and looked around carefully.

This Forbidden Forest seems to be different from what was described in the book, and also different from what he imagined, he murmured in a low voice.

etc!This is not right!

Cyril shook his head.

Why was it thrown directly into the Forbidden Forest? ? ?

He clearly remembered how many dangerous magical creatures there were in the Forbidden Forest, and even official wizards couldn't deal with them in the novels!

Cyril's heart suddenly lifted.

He bent down to pick up the crossbow that fell on the ground and held it in his hand, thinking in his heart, should this identity be a young hunter?

But how could there be hunters in the Forbidden Forest?

Which hunter who is not afraid of death wants to go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt?

Cyril looked down at his clothes.

He wore gray linen trousers, and ill-fitting rough leather shoes bound tightly around his legs with muslin.

These shoes are at least three sizes too big, Cyril muttered helplessly.

He also wore a large short-sleeved jacket on his upper body. The coarse cloth shirt under the jacket looked thick and dirty, stained with mud, weeds, and even dried dark blood, and the original color could not be seen at all.

He also wore a pair of heavy old protective gear on his arm.

Suddenly, something shook in the jacket pocket on his chest, and he subconsciously reached out to take it out, and felt something icy and cold gently licking his warm fingers.

This cold and greasy touch made him involuntarily think of a not-so-friendly creature.

Cyril's face froze, and the hands in his pockets trembled slightly.

The author has something to say:

"Forbidden Forest" is a place name that appeared in "Harry Potter", just understand it as "dangerous forest"!