After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

After Cyril sat on the fluffy and soft sofa, before he had time to relax, his hair stood on end for a moment, as if he was being watched by something dangerous, and his hair stood on end.

However, the interior still has an elegant and leisurely atmosphere, and there is nothing strange about it.

Cyril straightened his back vigilantly, and tried to talk to Mr. Wizard in front of him to break this weird illusion.

"I am Cyril Lawrence, how should I address you, Mister Wizard?"

Cyril asked, his voice soft.

Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.

I saw a slight blush on his white and tender cheeks, and his sitting posture was very upright and well-behaved.

For a moment, Brian felt that this little thing was a bit like the bouquet of delicate little roses in front of the window.

Not only the bones are very beautiful, but the flesh is not bad.

I don't know which is more beautiful, his blood or the color of rose petals, Brian thought leisurely in his heart.

"Claude Scott, my name is Little Cyril."

Brian replied in a gentle and elegant voice, with a very soft end.

Cyril felt that his name had an inexplicable lingering taste when Mr. Wizard pronounced it.

He froze for a moment, and licked his dry lips unnaturally.

"I forgot the tea."

Brian saw the young man's bright red tongue flicker, paused, and added.

So Cyril saw Mr. Scott snap his slender fingers, and there was movement from the small round table covered with silver-green tablecloth in the middle.

The beautiful teapot, which was originally placed on the table with gold-edged patterns, moved as if it had suddenly grown legs.

The chubby body of the pot obediently pours tea into a beautiful bone china teacup next to it.

The tea was still steaming, as if it had just been brewed.

When the tea in the cup was less than three-quarters of the cup wall, the teapot stopped by itself, returned to its original position on the small round table, and remained still.

And the exquisite bone china teacup filled with tea floated steadily to Cyril's hand.

Seeing that Cyril hesitated and didn't reach out to hold himself, the teacup gently rubbed against the back of Cyril's hand as if he had been left out.

The warm touch of the tea was transmitted to the back of Cyril's white hand through the wall of the cup.

He frowned and reached out to hold the teacup.

Cyril could feel that the moment he held the teacup, the slight fluctuation of magic power attached to the teacup disappeared.

"It's because I haven't entertained enough."

Brian saw Cyril drooping his tea and said with a smile.

His tone was casually teasing, but not offensive.

What Brian himself drank was the red wine that floated out of the wine cabinet on one side and poured himself into a clear goblet.

Cyril looked at Mr. Scott's posture of closing his eyes and shaking his wine glass, lazily leaning on the sofa, and always felt that this Mr. Wizard had a kind of arrogance that was hidden and not shown.

Maybe wizards are arrogant, Mr. Scott is already a good-natured gentleman.

Cyril was relieved again when he thought of the extraordinary power possessed by wizards.

Geniuses always have a little temper.

Cyril thought he was very understanding, and when he saw Mr. Scott's "don't let me down" look, he also quietly did not disturb him.

In this reception room, there is no noise from outside, the fireplace exudes continuous warmth, and the spacious couch is so soft, Cyril only feels that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Very sleepy……

I really want to sleep.

Cyril felt that his brain was already in a daze, as if it was stuffed with sticky chocolate sauce.

However, he suddenly realized that he was now in the carriage of a wizard, and sleeping here was no less than sleeping in the teacher's office openly.

This will not work.

[system!Please play some uplifting songs! ]

Cyril had no choice but to ask his own golden finger for help.

After all, he was deeply impressed by the songs in the system's weird library, and they also proved to be effective in previous meditations.

[Okay!Good!I am really touched, under the influence of my perseverance, you have finally improved the aesthetics of music! 】

The sound of the system is particularly emotional.

In the next moment, an extremely explosive and ear-piercing soprano sounded, as if she was cutting a plate with force in "Zrazla" with a knife.

[Ah oh!Ahhh!Ah hiss, hiss...]

Cyril woke up with a jolt.

His ears are gone.

At the end of the song, Cyril felt that his heart was very desireless.

Cyril, who hadn't come out of the "beautiful" music, didn't notice that Mr. Wizard sitting across from him was watching him with great interest.

Brian found that the little guy was clearly wanting to sleep, his little head started to throb, and he suddenly struggled to wake up, and he was forced to wake up as if he was frightened by something frightening.

He clearly remembered that the little guy didn't show the slightest fright and panic when he saw his skeleton knight.

Brian saw all this in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He suddenly felt in a good mood, and thought of teasing the little guy in front of him.

"Ah, by the way, let me test your wizard talent."

Brian's tone was smooth and loose, with a hint of leisure, and a faint trace of joy.

He waved his hand and summoned a palm-sized crystal ball.

This crystal ball is crystal clear, with a cold texture formed by the condensation of ice and snow for thousands of years.

Hearing Mr. Wizard's words, Cyril quietly swallowed a little nervously, and at the same time, he was filled with an indescribable excitement.

When he looked at the crystal ball that appeared in front of him, his eyes widened.

"Put your hands up."

Brian said lightly.

Cyril obediently stretched out his hands to hold the crystal ball, the touch was delicate and cool.

Nothing happened.

Cyril was a little confused.

However, in the next moment, a strong stimulus was transmitted to his brain through the place where his hands and the crystal ball were in contact.

This kind of stimulation is hundreds of times stronger than the impact of the song played by the system just now.

Cyril felt that his nerves were about to collapse!

It was as if someone was violently stirring his brain with a sharp object, trying to forcefully tear off those small and tight nerve tissues.

So uncomfortable!

stop, stop!

However, his hands seemed to be firmly attached to the crystal ball, glued with the strongest glue, unable to break free.

It was also as if someone had roughly pressed his hands on the crystal ball, preventing him from moving.

The blue blood vessels under his pale skin seemed to be clamoring and venting this unbearable pain.

Cyril's complexion was flushed, and a large amount of pink spread on his fair cheeks, and even his neck and white earlobes were dyed a dazzling crimson.

His dark eyes briefly lost focus, as if swallowing up everything in the deep sea.

Brian calmly admired Cyril's embarrassment and pain at this time.

He even took a sip of wine with gusto.

His light-colored thin lips were stained with dark red water stains of wine, his lower lip was lightly pressed against the wall of the transparent goblet, and a secret and strange light flashed in the dark blue eyes under his handsome browbones. excited.

Cry and cry, innocent little lamb.

Brian murmured inwardly.

Cyril, who was in extreme pain, did not notice that the number on the crystal ball had slowly jumped to "20". This silvery number flashed and flashed, and it was still rising faintly.

who am I?

Where am I?

Cyril felt as if his soul had left his body and floated to a distant place.

There was a deep and slippery voice whispering in his ear, "Death is the most wonderful destination.".

At this time, the little snake Green in Cyril's pocket had crawled onto Cyril's hands on the crystal ball.

It "clicked" and flicked its tail on the crystal ball, breaking the link between the crystal ball and Cyril.

Breaking out of that disgusting state suddenly, Cyril's face was pale and his limbs were weak.

Panting heavily, he slid his whole body onto the white and soft cashmere carpet.

Sweat was sticking to his cheeks, flowing down from his blushing neck, and the black hair on his forehead was also soaked with sweat.

Brian looked down at Cyril's beautiful face with quietly drooping eyelashes, like a little rose wet with dew.

The curve of the jaw is very graceful, and the wet curly black hair is scattered on his smooth forehead.

A small crystal clear drop of sweat floated on the delicate tear mole at the corner of his left eye.

The whole person has a kind of beauty without knowing it.

What a surprise.

But any child with very mediocre wizard talent will collapse under this completely unrestrained mental power attack, and then he can only become a delirious patient.

Brian raised an eyebrow.

Of course, he deliberately didn't stop the crystal ball from continuously releasing mental attacks.

After all, in his eyes, Cyril has been marked as "a perfect skeleton".

Sooner or later it will be his.

Brian glanced at the little alchemy snake that was still hovering over the crystal ball, and stroked the glass wall with his slender fingers.

On the contrary, this little alchemy snake was unexpectedly the product of a successful alchemy experiment, but it seemed that he had made a mistake about who was its owner.

But it doesn't matter, after its current master dies, it will naturally know who to obey, Brian thought in a good mood.

Only then did he look at the last number "25" on the crystal ball.

This is an extremely good number of spiritual power. Some wizard apprentices who have stayed in the wizarding academy for a year or two can't reach this level of mental power.

Those idiots who could never become real wizards.

Brian had just glanced casually at first, but suddenly his eyes were attracted by something.

As soon as he raised his hand to call back the crystal ball, his slender fingers tapped the clear surface of the crystal ball lightly.

"very good."

Brian said softly.

I really didn't expect that this little guy could absorb spiritual power directly from his crystal ball, although it was only a small amount, which was enough to surprise Brian.

Not only that, but the number on the crystal ball slowly turned red—this time it showed Cyril's magic power: 10.

Brian suddenly remembered that when he appeared in the Bruma Forest, this young man who grew up in a small border town had already mastered a simple spell without a teacher.

interesting.

Brian snapped his fingers, and Siril was suddenly surrounded by a warm feeling, and the feeling of exhaustion before seemed to be just a phantom.

He felt as comfortable as a baby returning to its mother's arms.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott."

Cyril slowed down and said politely.

"Maybe you can just call me Scott."

Brian smiled at him.

"After all, I'm also your senior."

Cyril blinked, not quite understanding.

Bryan made a distressed look, and said, "To be honest, I'm just a wizard apprentice. Entrusted by the head of the academy, I came to the continent of Atlantis to recruit students."

Mr. Scott is just a wizard's apprentice? ? ?

Cyril was a little unbelievable, after all, the magic power shown by Mr. Scott should not be underestimated.

After being shocked, he quietly asked the system to check the data of this wizard apprentice.

Cyril silently looked at the display on the screen - "Magic power: ￥%...# (Serious warning: Magic power exceeding 100000+ cannot be measured!)"

He glanced at the highest level of magic power he had reached so far—10, which was still preserved on the crystal ball.

Not even zero.

"Mr. Scott?! Are you... are you really just a wizard's apprentice?"

There was a little tremor in Cyril's clear voice.

Brian just felt a sense of being spied on for a moment, his smile deepened, he nodded, and said: "I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice! I have to ask little Cyril to keep this secret for me. "

numb.

Is the magical power of your wizard apprentices so perverted? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Bryan: I'm just an average wizard's apprentice.

Cyril: I believe your evil!

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." from "Uneasy"