After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Plop—" There was a crisp sound of entering the water.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of "哗啦啦——" the sound of water splashing.

Unlike Cyril's expectation that he fell hard on the dirty dirt, he fell into a warm pool and turned into a wet little soaked chicken.

what happened?

Am I not in the forest of Rose Manor?

Why did it fall into the pool?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Cyril took a sip of the hot water, fluttered a few times like a little penguin, tentatively touched the ground with his white and straight legs, and finally his feet stepped on the bottom of the pool covered with soft fine sand.

When he stood still, he gradually calmed down.

The water in this pool is not deep, and the water that exudes warm heat does not reach his chest.

Green the Snake crawled slowly from Cyril's flooded pocket onto his shoulders.

The warm hot water surrounded his body, sweeping away the coldness brought by the previous rainy night.

Although Cyril's clothes were still wet and sticky to his body, the environment here was obviously much more comfortable than walking in the cold drizzle.

He pushed back the wet hair on his forehead, and looked around cautiously with a pair of almond eyes.

This is undoubtedly a magnificent bath.

The huge dome is covered with colored glaze, and the deep night outside can be vaguely glimpsed.

The clear water in the pool is rippling with blue waves, and the tall colonnades around it are tall and straight.

A steady stream of hot water poured from the mouth of a huge brass merman into a wide pool.

A smoky white mist and some iridescent bubbles linger on the surface of the water, just like a dream.

The whole space is quiet and quiet, only the crisp sound of water flow can be heard.

Perhaps it was the hot water at the right temperature that soothed the anxiety in Cyril's heart, and he suddenly appeared in another place, and he didn't feel too much panic in his heart.

Is this also a secret place in Rose Manor?

Could it be that I accidentally touched the switch of this bathhouse mystery when I came in?

Cyril thought in his heart.

He watched carefully for a few minutes, and found that no one else came in, and he couldn't hear any sounds from the two teams fighting before.

[According to the scanning analysis of this system, you are now in an independent magic space, and the reason is unknown.However, I can detect that the concentration of elements in this pool water is extremely high, which is very good for improving your spiritual power! 】The system sound is calm.

[Everyone is here!Why don't you just stay here for more bubbles! 】

It's a good "come all come"...

Unable to refute.

Cyril took off all his wet clothes and hung them to dry on the sculpture by the pool.

When he was walking in the pool, he found a huge scallop that sank to the bottom of the pool not far away.

He was a little surprised that the scallop came in with him.

Cyril picked up the big scallops and put them by the pool.

Then he leaned his back against the smooth pool wall, closed his eyes and meditated.

Little Snake Green's slender dark green body wrapped around Cyril's neck, nestled his small head on his collarbone, and lay lazily on his stomach.

The temperature of the pool is extremely comfortable, making people feel soft and involuntarily relaxed.

And the sound of hot water flowing into the pool has a different rhythm and rhythm, which makes people drowsy.

[System, please remind me if there is danger. ]

Cyril muttered to the system in a daze.

[Ok, ok!No problem! 】

The system saw that he had closed his eyes, and unconsciously lowered his voice.

When Cyril heard the system's reply, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he fell asleep in peace.

Not long after, Brian felt that sense of soul tearing out of control again.

It seems that the soul and the body are not compatible, each clamoring for freedom.

He could clearly feel the bone-deep pain of the soul being torn apart.

A tyrannical emotion that could not be vented quickly filled his whole body.

Brian's huge spiritual power and magical power also seemed to have encountered a huge tsunami, rampaging through his body.

At this moment, he carried a silent and terrifying aura.

If someone caught Brian's gaze at this moment, they would definitely find that this was even scarier than being stared at by the most dangerous poisonous snake.

The man's gloomy eyes were filled with a chill that was so terrifying that it was hard to breathe.

Just one glance makes one's scalp numb and sweaty.

It was as if the throat had been tightly strangled, and the skull had been slashed by a sharp knife.

All the furnishings in the room were affected, shaking violently precariously.

The luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling was the first to be unable to bear it. It trembled and fell to the ground, and exploded on the clean and clean floor, breaking into scattered pieces.

The destruction of this beautiful thing seemed to be a signal, which further aroused the strong and gloomy desire for destruction in Brian's heart.

All of a sudden, everything in the room exploded.

As if a grand fireworks show was celebrated in advance, the crisp blasting sound of "crash la la" came and went one after another.

Even the skeleton servants who were close at hand couldn't bear the overwhelming magical power, and the white skeleton fell apart one by one from the head.

Of course, in all this noise, no fragment could come close to the handsome wizard at the center of the vortex.

He seemed to be isolated from the whole absurd drama, watching all this soberly and indifferently.

When there was nothing else to destroy in the entire room, Brian's dark boots were crushed on the white bones at his feet, and the white bones piled up in disorder on the ground were completely turned into fine powder.

Brian's eyes were still full of cruelty and gloom.

want to kill...

Only death and Ling Chi can give him comfort...

There was scarlet in his blue eyes at this moment.

The deep scarlet was like a thick bloodstain shaking faintly.

Dark thoughts kept growing in my heart.

He recalled that he had taken the initiative to approach the Wizarding Union before, asking to deal with those dark wizards who were on the Wizarding Union's wanted list.

The wonderful feeling when those criminals sentenced to death by the Wizarding Union were unable to struggle and died in his hands.

The fear and horror that the black wizard showed when he was dying before his death made him happy...

He thoroughly enjoys the scene of the vulnerable prey being bloodied...

He wants to skin and remove all the things he likes and make them into his skeleton specimens...

At this time, the exquisite tail ring in Brian's hand exuded scorching heat, as if a red-hot invisible iron chain was tightly imprisoning him.

There was a familiar burning pain after another.

This kind of direct physical torture also allowed him to gain a little sobriety from the tearing of the soul.

Brian waved his hand, and another skeleton servant appeared beside him out of nowhere.

The skeleton servant held a goblet of golden liquid in his bony palm.

The goblet is beautiful in shape and crystal clear, and it is worth a lot of money just by looking at it.

But what is more eye-catching is the clear golden liquid inside, carrying a silent and peaceful power.

Just staring at this golden liquid for a while, I feel as if my whole body has been purified.

The golden liquid flows quietly in the transparent goblet, peaceful and peaceful, in stark contrast to the surrounding mess.

Brian's handsome and flawless face was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, making him look even more gloomy.

He reached out to take the goblet and drank the liquid in it.

The sexy Adam's apple rolls up and down gently.

The clear and cold golden liquid flowed into his body, temporarily suppressing that restless soul.

As if feeling the ingestion of the golden liquid, the bright light of the tail ring gradually dimmed.

The red-hot iron chain was slowly pulled away, allowing people to breathe.

Brian slowly closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, the terrifying oppressive feeling around him gradually faded away.

Brian glanced at the restored tail ring, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were full of sarcasm and self-mockery.

At this moment, his soul had stabilized, but an indescribable emptiness and dead stillness filled his heart again.

It doesn't matter how long a wizard lives, long life itself is not interesting.

Brian glanced at the mess around him coldly, waved his hand lightly, and everything in the room began to repair automatically.

The scattered fragments of the crystal lamp were glued together one by one, and finally recovered as before, without any trace of brokenness.

The tall brass cabinet rose up from the floor and stood against the wall.

The scattered parchments floated into the air, and they were neatly placed on the walnut desk one by one.

Everything was restored to its original appearance in the room.

Only the powdered bones under his feet remained motionless, silently reminding what happened here.

Brian tapped the ground with the tip of his shoe, and the fine powder disappeared immediately.

The man's handsome face was reflected on the glamorous floor, and there was suppressed calm madness in his eyes.

At this time, Brian's face was still a little pale, and he stretched out his slender fingers to press his temple, which was still aching.

Go soak in the hot springs, Brian thought casually.

That hot spring bath was a good thing he got from an ancient wizard's ruins a long time ago.

The never-ending bubbling pool water contains rich elements that can improve, nourish and repair people's spiritual power.

Although the hot spring didn't do much for a great wizard of his level, it was better than nothing.

Brian slowly changed into a black silk bathrobe.

The belt was loosely tied around his slender waist, and the bathrobe on his chest was loosely half-opened, revealing a large piece of thin but firm muscles.

As soon as Brian entered his hot spring bath, he found that the atmosphere here was faintly strange.

Someone broke in.

He raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, and his irritability suddenly rose again.

Logically speaking, the witch formation he set up would only make any visitors who wantonly break in never return.

After all, he was no benevolent master.

Under such circumstances, there are still people who are not afraid of death to break into his territory...

Brian let out a small snort.

He walked into the bath, and his gaze was fixed on Cyril who was leaning against the pool.

Ah.

It turned out that a naive and ignorant lamb broke in.

Inexplicably, Brian's mood suddenly improved.

The boy seemed to be asleep, and his whole body was hanging by the water, looking like a soft and wet little rose.

His fair skin was transpired into an attractive pink by the heat of the pool water, and his long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing, like a delicate and weak butterfly.

Brian came to Cyril silently.

As soon as the little snake Green at Cyril's collarbone raised his head, he was hit by a magic spell precisely. The whole snake passed out and fell limply into the water.

Brian pinched the little snake with two fingers in disgust and threw it to the shore.

Seeing Cyril's beautiful collarbone fully exposed, he was a little satisfied.

Brian propped himself up on top of Cyril, turning his head slightly to look at him.

There was a lovely blush on the boy's cheeks, and two or three tufts of wet hair hung on both sides of his fair cheeks.

The slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the roots of the eyelashes were stained with fine water vapor, and the small tear mole at the corner of the eye added an indescribable temperament to him, where innocence and lust blended.

His lips are light to pink, the corners are slightly raised, and the lips are round and full.

The whole person looked well-behaved and soft, like a little rose in the night, sleeping quietly in the bright moonlight with its petals.

Brian's fingertips gently rubbed against Cyril's soft and delicate cheeks, as if pinching the edges of the delicate petals of a small rose.

It is incredibly soft to the touch.

In an instant, his violent mental strength seemed to find a satisfying outlet.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the little lamb in front of him, a strange emotion flashed in his heart.

Brian clasped Cyril's fleshy wrist, put it to his lips and touched it lightly, then put it down again, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist.

He felt that he couldn't wait any longer, and now he had to unwrap the presents ahead of time.

Little Rose's beautiful skin can be made into a doll, and her delicate bones can be made into his most beloved skeleton.

It would be very beautiful to draw out his pure soul and imprison him in the crystal clear opal cufflinks.

A long-lost satisfaction grew in Brian's heart, and his dark blue peach eyes were full of smiles.

He lowered his head, with an intimate gesture like a kiss between lovers, and his warm breath was in Cyril's ear.

Cyril felt something soft and smooth falling to his cheeks, and the warm air flowed against his ears, causing him to tremble.

Where am i?

Cyril thought in a daze.

Thinking about it, he entered a strange secret bathing place in Rose Manor.

well?Why can't I open my eyes?

system?

【I go!Cyril wake up!When did he appear at such a big age!I didn't notice it at all!So scary! 】The system bluffed and bluffed, and there was pure shock in the voice.

Cyril panicked, instinctively feeling the danger.

The next moment, he opened his eyes with all his strength, and met the gentle and dangerous beautiful eyes of Mr. Scott who was close at hand.

The Mr. Wizard in front of him didn't wear his signature monocle, and his demeanor was a bit different from before.

More specifically, Cyril couldn't tell for a while, but he vaguely felt that the aura on Mr. Scott's body was stronger.

Those peach blossom eyes were smiling, with narrow and long tails, and the bottom of the eyes seemed to be the mysterious deep sea.

The man just lowered his eyes and looked straight into his own eyes, looking very affectionate.

Cyril took a breath, and his eyes suddenly widened.

The other party's unique breath caught his ears, cunning and charming.

He was at a loss for a while, even panicked.

Cyril wanted to retreat, but there was no way to retreat.

Only then did he realize that he was tightly confined by Mr. Scott in a small space.

I was almost wrapped in his arms!

Mr. Wizard put one arm around his waist, and the other hand rested on the pool wall behind him.

The hand in front of him was long and slender, with well-defined joints and full of strength.

And the palm around his waist was hot, and the fingertips rubbed against his waist.

Cyril felt that the skin he touched was exuding an amazing temperature.

It was as if a fire was spreading, burning straight to the bottom of his heart.

They were so close that Cyril could feel the faint warmth coming from each other.

The corners of his eyes were reddened by the heat.

He could smell a very clear and very light rose fragrance from Mr. Scott's body, and this smell was mixed with a trace of ice and snow.

Cyril's eyes accidentally glanced at Mr. Scott's chest, and he felt that his cheeks must be terribly red now.

The man was wearing a half-open black bathrobe loosely, and the wet bathrobe clung to him.

The figure is thin and powerful, the collarbone is straight and sharp, the abdominal muscles are thin and tight, and the contour lines are perfectly symmetrical.

Cyril's breathing became more and more rapid, and his fair neck was dyed a beautiful light pink.

Why is Mr. Scott here? ? ?

He suddenly thought of the previous dream on the steam train, and straightened his back.

Cyril could feel a shiver run up his spine.

This is the body's instinctive reaction to perceive danger after calming down.

"Mr. Scott... good evening."

After calling out the name of the man in front of him, Cyril didn't know what to say, so he pretended to be a coincidence and greeted him.

Seeing the bathrobe on Mr. Scott's body, he looked more like the intruder himself.

Brian was a little surprised that under his spell, Cyril could still wake up in time, and his eyes became more and more dim.

This was originally an angry thing, but after seeing the boy's reaction, his mood became happy again.

With a pair of clear almond eyes, Little Bones blushed and stared blankly at himself for a while, his long eyelashes flickered desperately, with a kind of innocence and cuteness, like a little rose blooming in the ice and snow.

"Good evening, little Cyril. But I'm a little curious, why did you appear here? In my private bath?"

The corners of Brian's mouth curled up slightly, and he said lazily.

He deliberately bit the word "private bath" very hard.

Cyril dryly described his experience tonight, trying to put on an innocent expression.

He blinked his beautiful almond eyes, and swore again and again that he didn't intend to break into Mr. Wizard's bathing place!

This is really a surprise!

He caught a glimpse of the interested expression on Mr. Scott's face, and immediately brought the topic to the huge eye of the storm scallop, hoping to divert Mr. Wizard's attention.

After all, it is a "rare" magic item that is specially designated by the system, so it should not be very common.

Brian's eyes moved to the huge scallops placed on the bank of the bath, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Eye of the Storm scallops of this size are indeed rare.

Rose Manor prepares a lot of things for the freshmen every time, but they are usually magic items that are common in the Wizarding Continent.

Those things may still have some uses for wizard apprentices, but they are not very effective for ordinary wizards.

But the eye of the storm scallop is a very rare thing, the market price is rising year by year, and the supply in the market is in short supply.

An Eye of the Storm scallop of this size is even rarer...

Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.

Little Rose's face was full of bewilderment, as if she didn't know what it was, and there was a bit of disappointment in her expression that she only found one decoration after spending the whole night.

Brian was getting more and more amused.

Since it was the "Last Supper", it would be nice for Little Rose to have a good meal of the eye of the storm scallops.

Brian laughed lowly, his magnetic voice was like a deep and mellow cello.

When Cyril heard this chuckle, his heart beat a little, wondering if his disguise was successful.

Showing weakness, after all, can make people relax their vigilance, so as to buy him time to think of a way.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Mr. Scott snap his fingers lightly.

The huge scallop seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and the two halves of the tightly closed shell slowly opened rhythmically.

This scallop, which he couldn't open no matter how he attacked, was easily opened by Mr. Scott.

Cyril was amazed at this and expressed his envy.

Sure enough, it was a scallop that only those with powerful magic could open.

Then Cyril saw Mr. Scott beckon lightly, and a skeleton appeared from the ground.

The most incredible thing is that the skeleton skeleton is holding a pan in its left hand and a spatula in its right hand.

Cyril watched the skeleton's fingers deftly take out the only fist-sized pure white... egg in the huge scallop?

The skeleton skeleton took a bright blue flame from its empty eye socket and placed it under the pan.

Then crack the egg on the edge of the pan, crack it in the pan, and fry the egg skillfully.

Not long after, Cyril smelled a delicious smell of fried eggs.

This aroma was more overbearing and attractive than any other fried eggs he had eaten (including the luxurious and sumptuous dinner in Rose Manor).

He swallowed subconsciously.

Skeleton Skeleton fried the eye of the storm omelette until golden on both sides, took it out and put it on a clean bone china plate, and then placed the plate by the pool wall.

Then, it put exquisite knives and forks on the plate.

After all this was done, the skeleton made a curtain call in their direction and disappeared in place.

Cyril watched all this numbly.

For a while, I didn't know who was the one with the wrong style of painting.

After being interrupted like this, his nervousness was also relaxed.

Cyril's thoughts even drifted to thinking about whether the "Strange Creature Cooking Manual" introduced this kind of eating method of eye of the storm scallop.

"Eat."

Brian nodded slightly, signaling Cyril to eat the fried egg.

His voice is gentle and elegant, with a little leisurely meaning, and it sounds like he is in a good mood.

But Cyril inexplicably heard the meaning of "eat, eat your last meal and go on the road." It made his scalp tingle.

His hand hanging by his side in the water clenched slightly for a moment.

"Zoro was a palace chef during his lifetime, and his skills have always been good."

Brian even made an introduction in a good mood.

Listening to Mr. Scott's smooth and smooth tone, Cyril's slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

So how did this Mr. Zorro turn from a good palace chef into a skeleton servant of the wizard...

It's even more disturbing when you say that, okay?

Cyril tried his best to pretend to be calm, picked up the knife and fork as if nothing had happened, and cut the eggs on the plate into several small pieces.

Then, he raised his head, looked at Mr. Scott, showed an innocent look like a deer, and said, "Mr. Scott, too?"

His voice is soft and his eyes are clear.

Brian froze for a moment, a strange emotion emerged in his heart.

The eyes of Little Rose in front of you are as crystal clear as the most beautiful black gemstones. He looks at you obediently and softly, his eyes full of expectation.

Being watched so intently by him, my soul actually felt an unprecedented peace.

We're done unwrapping the presents now, and there's nothing else new to have fun in the short term, Brian thought casually.

Maybe you can keep the small bones and continue to dance for a while...

He twirled the ring on his little finger carelessly.

"But only one knife and fork."

Brian raised the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly.

The unhurried and gentle tone seemed to be seriously distressed.

"What should we do?"

Mr. Wizard's pale lips curled slightly, his voice was still low and elegant, but with a hint of bewitching.

Cyril was keenly aware that Mr. Scott seemed to be secretly pleased, his eyes lit up thoughtfully.

So Cyril immediately picked up a small piece of egg and thoughtfully brought it to Mr. Scott's mouth.

He noticed that the man's eyes were darker.

The handsome Mr. Wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his lips and bit the piece of food that was handed to his mouth.

I have to say that Mr. Scott made such a lazy movement very sexy!

Seeing Mr. Scott chewing fried eggs slowly, Cyril's raised heart gradually eased.

He himself forked a piece of egg exuding a tempting aroma and put it in his mouth.

Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, it tastes really good!

Mr. Zorro deserves to be a professional culinary master.

The two of them just finished eating a plate of eggs one by one.

Cyril ate the last piece and burped a little.

Brian beckoned for a clean white napkin, and he gently wiped the corners of Cyril's mouth.

He turned his head, and the warm breath hit the tip of Cyril's nose head-on, making Cyril's legs weak for no reason.

His eyes at this time were also terribly hot, tracing Cyril's eyebrows and eyes delicately inch by inch.

The atmosphere that had just eased down suddenly became tense again.

Cyril's eyelids trembled, suppressing the trembling that felt dangerous, and asked in a calm and casual tone as much as possible: "Mr. Scott, after hearing that, there will be a grading trial for wizard apprentices?"

"Yes. Graded trial. Little Cyril must be careful."

It was Cyril's expected perfunctory answer.

Brian lolled against the wall of the pool.

His eyes fell on Cyril's trembling eyelashes, and then looked down at the side of his porcelain white neck.

The blue blood vessels on his neck made his skin fairer and more delicate, and further down was the particularly beautifully shaped collarbone.

Brian clicked his tongue lightly, and then looked at Cyril's fair skin exposed on the water.

The boy's skin was slightly flushed by the warm water, like rose juice blooming in the ice and snow.

The next moment, a thin silver chain appeared out of thin air in Brian's hand.

The pendant above is a circle of broken silver hollow roses, inlaid with a scarlet gemstone exuding a serene luster in the middle.

He hung the necklace around Cyril's neck naturally, then watched the little rose pendant quietly sticking to the boy's skin, and nodded with satisfaction.

With the cold necklace hanging around his neck, Cyril felt his whole body tremble, as if he had been branded with a demon.

He looked up at Mr. Scott in bewilderment.

However, the man didn't explain anything, but there was a smile in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Forget it, let's ignore this!

If you don't run now, when will you wait!

"Mr. Scott, then I... go back first?"

Cyril asked cautiously.

"Ah."

He heard a syllable escape lazily from Mister Wizard's throat.

Cyril looked at his clothes hanging on the shore with some embarrassment.

Do you want to climb ashore naked like this under the watchful eyes of Mr. Scott?

Brian didn't seem to notice Cyril's embarrassment at all.

He was lazily leaning against the wall of the pool, looking very relaxed, with a happy and nasty smile on his lips.

We are all men, what is there to be shy about!

Cyril brainwashed himself in his heart.

He was holding onto the wall of the pool with both hands, and was about to climb up, when suddenly a large soft white towel was wrapped around him, wrapping him just right.

Cyril knew that Mr. Scott finally made a move, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He hurriedly seized the opportunity to go ashore and walked to his clothes.

In the next moment, the white bath towel disappeared, and his original clothes were neatly put on him.

Clothes are clean and dry, with all creases ironed to perfection.

The little snake Green was packed in the pocket where it was most used to.

Cyril thanked Mr. Scott politely.

At this time, Mr. Wizard has an extra glass of red wine in his hand, and he is tasting the clear and mellow wine gracefully.

"Go there."

Brian raised his eyebrows and motioned Cyril to look behind him.

Cyril looked behind him, and found a small door made of fuzzy halo appeared there.

He bowed seriously to Mr. Scott again to thank him, and stepped into the halo.

The feeling of weightlessness passed by in a flash, and Cyril's eyes went dark.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on the bed in the room.

The surroundings are quiet, and everything is as it was before he went out.

As if he just fell asleep in bed.

Cyril got out of bed and opened the window of the room.

The rain outside has stopped, and the evening wind brings fresh air after the rain.

The cold wind blowing on his face woke him up.

[system? ]

Cyril called out, before he was surprised that the system went silent after warning him.

【I'm coming!You are finally back!Hey, I thought something indescribable and indescribable would happen, and I was debating whether to block it or not! 】Cyril's forehead twitched, and he obviously heard a hint of gossip from the voice.

[You think too much, this is simply impossible! ]

Cyril said angrily.

[It's worth it!But I found that your physical data has improved!Sure enough, that pool is really good, if you have a chance to take a dip next time, it would be great!Maybe there is also the reason for the eye of the storm scallop! ] Cyril heard the words and looked at the screen in front of him showing his body data.

[Name: Cyril Lawrence

Age: 15

Stamina: 11

Power: 10

Mental Power: 30

Mana: 15

Achievement: Mandarin Duck Bath

Explanation: Good guys, we all met each other frankly in the same bathtub. I didn't expect you to eat an egg without doing anything?That's it?That's it?Ah Tong expressed his disappointment! 】Cyril rolled his eyes to the system, what a god!

Afterwards, he pondered over his physical data.

With the addition of Eye of the Storm Scallop and Mr. Scott's Bath, all exponents have been increased.

He closed his eyes, and indeed felt the changes in his mental power.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the original mental power is like a small glass of water, but now it has become a small bucket full of water.

"Raging fire!"

Cyril quickly outlined the magic runes of the fireball technique.

With the support of more powerful magic power, the process of his carrying out this step has become more natural and familiar.

In the next moment, two fireballs the size of human heads appeared in the center of the room, emitting bright light.

Cyril controlled the magic power to support the fireball technique, letting the system time it aside.

When he felt the exhaustion flooding his mind, he guided the magic rune to dissipate, and the fireball disappeared with it.

【15 minutes!Nice to have a rabbit half-baked in the wild! ] The system praised.

It's only 15 minutes, so it's still too weak.

Cyril lowered his eyelashes, and now he also wants to think about what the system said, when he can go to Mr. Scott's bathtub again for a soak.

Although there is a certain risk of life, wealth and wealth are in danger!

And he has an intuition that Mr. Scott gave him the rose necklace, and there is a high probability that he will not attack him before the grading trial.

Thinking of that necklace, Cyril hurriedly unbuttoned a button and looked down at his neck.

The cold necklace has been stained with his warm body temperature, and it no longer coldly shows the sense of existence.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but Cyril felt that the petals of this broken silver rose seemed to be stretched a bit more.

He frowned slightly, trying to reach out to take off the necklace.

However, his hands could touch the necklace, but he couldn't remove it from his neck.

hateful!It must be some kind of spell or witch formation attached to the necklace!

Cyril felt a deep sense of frustration from being hit by dimensionality reduction.

He pursed his lips and puffed up his cheeks.

[System, is there any way to remove it? ]

Cyril asked without much hope.

[Not yet, dear!You can't even open the eye of the storm scallop, the magic on this necklace is much stronger than that. ] The system comforted me:

[Or just wear it, it looks pretty good! 】

Cyril stared helplessly at the scarlet gem with a quiet luster in the center of the pendant.

Wearing this necklace made him feel like he was being watched by Mr. Scott all the time.

Although he didn't think that the other party would be so idle to observe his little wizard apprentice reserve, but even Cyril had a strange feeling in his heart - he was a little different to Mr. Scott.

This idea both surprises him (perhaps he can get many opportunities because of it), and makes him feel dangerous.

It was as if a sharp sword was hanging above his head, and he didn't know when it would fall.

It's like walking a tightrope, and if you are not careful, you will be lost forever.

The little snake Green crawled out slowly at this time, and it felt that the necklace around Cyril's neck had a strange attraction for it.

It wrapped around Cyril's neck, and arched the beautiful pendant with his small head.

The next moment, Cyril watched Green's entire snake being sucked into the ruby ​​in dumbfounded.

There was nothing in the original pure ruby, but now there is a small dark green "S" trace.

This dark green "S" has thin silver lines on it, just like the body of the little snake Green.

The author has something to say: Green: You are playing with fire, but I am the one who gets hurt.