After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The huge body of the steam train began to move slowly.

Cyril seemed to be able to see billowing white smoke like thick fog sprayed from the front of the car.

In the beginning, the speed of the steam train was not fast.

But with the sound of "哐哧哒哧" coming one after another, the train began to accelerate, and then moved forward at an extraordinary speed.

The grass and trees outside the window have become blurred phantoms.

Cyril stared at the fleeting scenery outside the window, then looked away, and took a newspaper from the shelf to read.

This is today's new newspaper, the local "Post Today" in Philadelphia, and it still smells like ink.

The content of newspapers in this era has been very rich and colorful.

There are sections that introduce the latest fashion trends in the capital, as well as an exclusive interview with a newly elected member of Congress, and even some strange rumors that happened in Philadelphia and the latest poems created by bards.

Cyril searched the newspaper carefully, but did not see any news similar to "Earl Abraham received the wizard grandly".

In the following time, he simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The meals provided in the first class carriages are also very good.

Chinese food is macaroni and cheese, lamb stew with potatoes and spicy langoustine soup.

For dinner, Cyril ordered fish and chips, apple salad and shortbread from the menu.

I have to say that the shortbread with sugar sauce was soft and delicious, and Cyril ate it with satisfaction.

In the evening they slept in their individual boxes.

A small room about eight square meters.

The soft bed is covered with clean and tidy bedding, next to it is a vertical wooden cabinet for storing luggage and clothes, and on the other side there is a small round table and a long sofa.

Cyril went to the public bathroom to wash up briefly.

He bumped into Roz Webb, and the two smiled and said goodnight as they parted.

After Cyril returned to the room, he took another look at the dark and blurred scenery outside the window.

He drew the curtains and slowly climbed into bed.

The futon is fluffy and soft, which makes people feel completely relaxed physically and mentally.

The temperature at night is a bit low, and there is a slight chill in the air.

Cyril pulled the quilt up to his chin, only revealing a small half of his fair cheek, and he closed his eyes lightly.

Accompanied by the sound of the steam train "哐哧哒哧", Cyril fell asleep unknowingly.

He had a bizarre dream.

Cyril dreamed that he had successfully entered the Hogwarts School of Wizardry, which he was fascinated by.

But he didn't know anything when he suddenly joined the class. The first class he took was the extremely difficult Potions class.

He carefully boiled a pot of colorless potion according to the textbook and blew up the cauldron, and was locked up by the gloomy potions teacher.

While in solitary confinement, Cyril was tasked with skinning a pile of tree snake carcasses.

He was operating clumsily, but the little snake Green suddenly emerged from a pile of tree snake corpses, and its slender body swam and slid quickly outside.

Cyril chased the little snake Green to the Forbidden Forest outside the castle, and then lost his way as expected.

Just as he was running around in the Forbidden Forest, he suddenly heard some small movements.

He held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound.

It was a man wearing a black feather cloak trimmed with silver threads.

He was tall and tall, and because he was wearing a hood, most of his face was covered in shadows and he couldn't see clearly.

The cool moonlight shone on his sharp jawline.

The man stood leisurely under the bleak trees with fallen leaves, his slender and powerful calves wrapped in dark boots.

After seeing clearly what was under his feet, Cyril suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Under the man's feet was a pile of scattered skeletons.

His clean leather boots crushed against the fresh white bones, making the sound of cracking bones.

Cyril's hand hanging by his side couldn't help clenching the hem of his clothes.

He was as quiet as a little quail, not daring to make the slightest sound.

However, the man's eyes still passed through the layers of grass and trees, and fell on him accurately.

Cyril could feel a hint of malicious playfulness in his eyes.

The man turned his head slightly, and the velvet black hood slipped down silently, revealing his handsome face.

Cyril's pupils trembled, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's Mr. Scott!

At this time, the wizard looked at him with eyes like the deep night, which made one's hair stand on end.

In the next moment, Scott's figure suddenly appeared in front of Cyril from a distance, so close at hand.

Cyril wanted to back up, but his body didn't listen at all and he couldn't move.

He watched Mr. Scott let out an indistinct chuckle, and the other raised his chin with cold fingers.

Cyril felt that at this moment, he was like a cat with fried fur all over his body, his whole body was tense, and the dangerous intuition was circling wildly in his mind.

The cold fingertips rubbed against his chin for a while, then slid all the way down, and tapped his Adam's apple, seemingly inadvertently drawing a circle.

Finally, he grabbed his neck violently.

"It's really beautiful..." Mr. Scott's deep voice was slightly hoarse.

Cyril didn't hear the words clearly, and suddenly woke up from this absurd dream.

He sat on the bed with lingering fear.

He even dreamed that Mr. Scott wanted to kill himself.

At this time, the bright sunlight outside the window has shone into the room through the curtains.

The surrounding movement also became clear.

The sound of the train moving, the sound of doors opening and closing of other boxes outside, and the sound of rustling people talking.

Cyril raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains, stared at the sunlight outside the window for a while, and then expelled that weird dream from his mind.

But because of this unexplained dream, he was a little listless throughout the day.

Fortunately, Cyril heard from Warren Abraham that the king's capital will arrive in the afternoon.

For some reason, the boy suddenly warmed up to himself when he got on the train.

Cyril didn't know that Warren Abraham, who had been thinking about it for a long time, recalled it carefully, and then compared it with his heart. He felt that the relationship between Cyril and the wizard was a bit subtle... ambiguous.

And it was unilaterally done by the wizard...? ? ?

Warren noticed yesterday that the wizard's gaze had been on Cyril during lunch and dinner.

Then I also involuntarily ate a few more creme brulee in order to observe him.

Warren Abraham gave Cyril a complicated look.

In any case, Warren decided to "curve to save the country" by making friends with Cyril.

Growing up in a complicated family, he has seen the power of "the wind on the pillow".

In the afternoon, four young nobles arrived at the last station in front of the capital.

As soon as they entered the carriage, the haughty noble young man walking in the front glanced at Brian, and suddenly walked towards him.

The author has something to say:

Years later, Warren Abraham wrote in his memoirs: "I had a bright eye..."