After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril shook his head strangely.

What a strange dream.

He reluctantly rubbed the soft bed, stretched and got up.

Cyril got off the bed slowly, and as soon as his white feet landed, he stepped into the fine, delicate and soft cashmere leather boots.

The brand new clothes prepared by the maid in advance were placed on the finely carved wooden bedside table.

Cyril took a moment to put on the ornate and intricate clothing.

Clothes and leather boots are all fit to size as if tailor-made.

He had to admire Earl Abraham's excellent hospitality.

When the maid Anita saw the neatly dressed Cyril, she froze for a moment, her face flushed slightly.

The servants were chatting in the kitchen last night, talking about a master wizard and his apprentice coming to the mansion.

The servant, Pang Le, who was in charge of serving dinner, spent the whole night talking about their appearance and temperament, and his words were extremely flattering.

He said it as if he was a manservant who had served the two adults personally for many years, but he was so complacent.

Anita pouted at the time.

When she was notified by the steward to serve the apprentice wizard today, she only felt that she was hit by a surprise and was a little dizzy.

Goddess of Light, she can tell her grandson about this in the future!

"Grandmother once served the wizard!"

Anita didn't know the specifics of becoming a wizard.

She took it for granted that, just like missionary schools and grammar schools, as long as the study period is up and she graduates smoothly, it will be fine.

So she was very confident that this wizard apprentice would be able to graduate successfully, and then become a respected master wizard.

Rounding it up, she has served the wizard lord!

Anita also didn't expect that this master wizard apprentice was far more handsome than the poor servant Pang Le's poor words!

Compared with the pampered young masters and ladies in the earl's mansion, they are more like nobles who are well-clothed and well-fed!

The boy has unforgettable handsome eyebrows and eyes, and is so fair that you can see the tiny blue blood vessels under the skin.

His eyes were like the finest glass in the earl's collection of jewels.

The curly black hair fell from his cheeks to his shoulders, like the soft luster of the waves in the morning light.

And the wizard temperament in him that is different from ordinary people!

Anita screamed inwardly.

When she led Cyril, who had had breakfast, to meet the wizard, the second shock of his short life came!

The girl exhausted 18 years of rigorous training to restrain her inner excitement.

She swore to the Goddess of Light that no one could resist the astonishingly handsome, mature elegance of Lord Wizard.

nobody!

Anita saw the lord wizard raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, the handsome brows were imperceptibly high above.

Something flashed quickly on the silver monocle in his right eye, and there was an imperceptible gentle smile on his lips.

Despite her reluctance, Anita had to quietly exit this gorgeous reception room after completing the task of leading the way, leaving the space for the two adults.

"Good morning! Mr. Scott!" Cyril said hello to Mr. Wizard obediently and politely.

"Good morning."

Brian was sitting lazily on the luxurious soft leather lacquered gold sofa, with his two long legs wrapped in slim suit pants casually spread out.

He smiled lightly, and his voice was still gentle and elegant.

Cyril felt intuitively that the man in front of him was like a dormant poisonous snake.

Even though he looks comfortable and relaxed now, it still makes people unable to completely relax their vigilance psychologically.

Cyril took a sip of black tea and suppressed the thoughts in his heart.

I don't understand why I suddenly have such an idea.

Brian twirled the tail ring on his little finger, and asked casually, "How did you sleep last night?"

Hearing this, Cyril was a little surprised.

After all, Mr. Scott didn't look like someone who would warmly care about others.

He felt inexplicably warm.

"I feel it's ok."

Cyril nodded obediently, and replied seriously.

The room was very warm, the bed was spacious and soft, and there was no need to get up early!

Cyril thought about it, and felt that he should be polite and care about going back.

So he also asked sincerely: "How is Mr. Scott sleeping?"

The boy's voice is clear and unique, like morning dew on rose petals.

Brian smiled slightly and said, "I didn't sleep well?"

He made a troubled look.

"There was a well-meaning gift that had to be kept for years to unwrap."

Brian bit the word "gift" very hard, as if it meant something.

Cyril was taken aback when he heard Mr. Scott's unclear words.

Gift?

Could it be that someone from the wizarding world contacted Mr. Scott last night?

It's not an ordinary holiday at this point in time, why do you give gifts?

He didn't know what troubled the gentleman so much that he couldn't sleep at night.

Cyril hesitated and comforted: "Perhaps this gift will be more suitable to you in a few years..."

He blinked, his voice soft.

"It's more to your liking...that's what you say."

Brian was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh.

His faint smile contained a bit of inexplicable banter, the tails of his eyes were long and narrow, and his deep eyes were dim.

Earl Abraham quickly got the news that two distinguished guests had arrived in the living room, and came to ask when the test could start.

"Just now," Brian said lazily.

Seeing that Mr. Scott didn't take out the crystal ball that made him shudder, Cyril was slightly confused.

He originally thought that today's test was the same as he did in Mr. Scott's carriage before, using a crystal ball to test...

The kind of test that makes people want to die...

Although I feel very bad when I test it myself, but watching others test it, I will get a little bit of comfort.

As if seeing the confusion on Cyril's face, Brian smiled and explained seriously: "Not everyone is qualified to touch my crystal ball."

The man's deep and hoarse ending was lazy and seductive, and his elegant tone slipped into Cyril's ears, inadvertently bringing out a bit of ambiguity.

Cyril suddenly met Mr. Scott's deep and charming eyes, which looked like blue sea waves under the sun, and his beautiful almond eyes widened slightly.

His heart seemed to be hit by something suddenly, and he missed a beat.

It was also as if someone had gently scratched the tip of the heart with a soft feather.

The next moment, Cyril hurriedly looked away as if he had been burned.

A word suddenly flashed in his mind, this is the "heart arsonist" that those little star-chasing girls screamed.

Cyril felt that if Mr. Scott lived in the interstellar era, he would definitely have countless fans.

He recalled articles such as "A detailed inventory of the current four gentle and scum male gods" that he had seen by chance when he was surfing the star network...

Cyril quietly glanced at the astonishingly handsome face of Mr. Scott wearing a thin silver-rimmed monocle, and his white earlobes were stained with light pink for no reason.

Fortunately, there was movement outside the living room at this time, which instantly diverted Cyril's attention.

A group of people outside the door came in led by Earl Abraham.

Cyril looked at these gorgeously dressed men and women.

There are young people who seem to be in their 20s, and more young masters and ladies in their [-]s and [-]s.

Even though they have tried their best to maintain their aristocratic etiquette, they can still see the expectation and longing on their faces.

There are so many people.

Seeing so many nobles for the first time, Cyril also found it very novel.

There was a soft-looking young man who inadvertently met Cyril's eyes, and he showed a sweet smile at Cyril.

If it wasn't for the young man wearing men's clothes, Cyril would have thought he was a charming girl.

After thinking about social etiquette, Cyril smiled back at him.

The smile is as clean as the first snow by the lake in early winter.

The young man was taken aback, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Who will come first?"

Brian sat on the armchair leisurely, raised his eyes and glanced at the group of people, and said indifferently.

He maintained a reserved and distant courtesy to these visitors.

A little careless, but not offensive.

Brian looked critically at this group of young masters and ladies.

The line of the neck is not beautiful enough, and the arm next to it is too slender...

He thought to himself, little Cyril's skeleton is the most beautiful.

Even these young masters and ladies raised and raised in various noble mansions can't compare.

It is indeed the little bone he fancy.

Thinking about it this way, Brian's mood finally improved a lot.

The young masters and ladies who rushed over excitedly after receiving the news were a little hesitant.

Although Mr. Wizard looked handsome and elegant, his polite and indifferent demeanor made people daunted.

Especially the one he stared at just now had a chilly feeling like a poisonous snake, which sent chills down the spine.

"I'll come first!"

At this moment, a female voice sounded enthusiastic and lively.

Cyril looked at the girl who spoke.

She has smooth and smooth reddish-brown hair, and her facial features are not very brilliant, but because of the cheerful smile on her face, she is particularly attractive.

Brian nodded slightly.

He snapped his fingers leisurely, and a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink appeared on the small round table in the middle.

There was a gold-rimmed quill in the pot-bellied inkwell.

"Sign your name on the parchment."

Brian said lightly.

The voice is very soft, but with a sense of oppression that cannot be refuted.

Grace nodded, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

She was a little surprised, she didn't expect it to be that simple.

Holding a quill, she quickly wrote her cursive signature on the parchment - "Grace Abraham".

In the next moment, these ink blots swam to form a number - "10".

Grace's eyes lit up.

She is the little granddaughter of the Earl of Abraham. Unfortunately, she was not able to catch up with the last wizard recruitment three years ago because she was not old enough.

However, Grace had been instructed by Earl Abraham before that wizards paid special attention to spiritual power.

Generally speaking, as long as the mental strength tested is double digits, one can be qualified.

So Grace looked expectantly at the wizard sitting beside her.

She didn't dare to look at the wizard lord wantonly, but just kept her eyes there vainly.

Brian glanced at the value above casually, nodded indifferently, and signaled Grace to pass.

He lazily said: "Next."

Seeing that they only needed to sign their names, the others breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately became active, rushing forward to write their names.

Cyril stared dumbfounded at them completing the mental power test comfortably, easily and without any pain, and felt for a moment that the little heartbeat he had just fed the dog.

Ah.

He didn't want the special favor of Mr. Scott and his crystal ball. Thank you.

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