After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

As soon as Cyril walked in front of the gate, an owl in the shape of gray mist fluttered its wings, and like a small firecracker, it passed through the inside of the gate.

Before he could step back or dodge, the owl crashed into Cyril's arms.

However, it wasn't the pain he expected. There was a soft feeling in his chest, as if he had bumped into a large piece of soft jelly.

The owl bounced out a little after hitting Cyril, trying to keep its balance in the air before landing on Cyril's shoulder.

"Cuckoo! Good evening, Mr. Lawrence!"

Owl Zoe tilted her head and greeted her.

"Uh... good evening, Mr. Zooey."

Cyril turned his head and blinked at it.

He stared at Zoe the owl's ferocious round face, thinking of its various behaviors and cute attributes, he slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Dean Brian's pet is surprisingly cute!

"Cuckoo! Let's go, Mr. Lawrence! Bu... Chief Scott is already waiting for you inside."

Owl Zoe raised her fluffy chin, and said in a drawn-out tone.

Cyril learned to recall what Mr. Scott did last time, and tentatively put his hand in the center of the circular witch formation on the gate.

The witch formation started to work, and the door opened.

As soon as Cyril entered the door, he saw the head of the academy who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mr. Scott was sitting on the sofa, looking down at a thick leather book on his lap, his platinum hair was hanging loosely on his forehead.

A black wizard robe could not hide his handsome figure.

Although the other party's posture was lazy and casual, the dangerous aura lingering around his body that could not be ignored was still rushing towards his face.

Sensing Cyril's arrival, Brian casually closed the book with his slender fingers, and the book disappeared into the air.

His eyes circled around Cyril's fair little face.

Cyril raised his eyes to meet Mr. Scott's gaze, and for a moment he seemed to see black and gold eyes similar to Dean Brian's.

But when he blinked again, the dark blue peach blossom eyes of Mr. Scott that he was familiar with were clearly in his field of vision.

Those eyes had an elegant and affectionate look, like a deep blue sea that could drown people.

"Good evening, Mr. Scott."

Cyril felt that his mind was a little messed up for a moment. He always felt that he saw Dean Brian in Mr. Scott.

While clearing out the complicated thoughts in his mind, he approached the handsome Mr. Wizard.

"Good evening, little Cyril."

Brian smiled at Cyril with a very leisurely tone.

He admired Little Rose's dazed appearance with satisfaction, and then slowly stood up.

When the other party came to his side, Cyril immediately felt the indescribable oppression brought by Mr. Scott's tall figure.

He quietly puffed up his cheeks, and made up his mind to drink another glass of milk for every meal in the future!Grow taller faster!

Brian waved his hand, and a delicate magic scroll flew from the table next to him.

In the past two weeks, Cyril has read a lot of books about the general knowledge of the Wizarding Continent in the library.

When he saw the magic scroll, his eyes lit up slightly.

According to the book, magic scrolls inherited from ancient wizards are generally expensive, and they are usually used to store some large-scale magic that needs to be chanted and cast spells for a long time, so that wizards can increase their combat power in an instant.

At present, the commonly used and best-selling magic scroll is the magic scroll of fixed-point space transfer.

After all, space transfer consumes a huge amount of magic power, and the farther the space transfer is, the higher the requirements for the wizard's magic power and level.

And there is an upper limit to the distance of space transfer.

Although the book does not clearly state what the upper limit distance is, Cyril can understand it.

Otherwise, why do wizards need to take various airships and cruise ships to go to Whalefall Island and other continents.

It seemed that they might be going somewhere far away tonight.

Cyril was a little nervous, but more excited and looking forward to it.

He watched intently as Mr. Scott slowly and gracefully opened the magic scroll.

"Get ready, we're going."

There was a hint of ambiguity in Brian's voice.

He naturally reached out to embrace Cyril, and at the same time activated the magic scroll with huge magic power.

Cyril only saw that the magic scroll was instantly enveloped in a black mist, and a hexagram witch array, which was connected like a spider's thread, appeared on the blank scroll.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of dizziness struck like lightning.

In the next moment, Cyril felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

The cold wind brushed his cheeks mercilessly, trying to get into his sleeves.

Cyril regained his composure and opened his eyes, staring at the dark and ominous land in front of him.

Under the cold moonlight, the shadows cast by the surrounding trees are like ferocious ghosts, and there seem to be some sinister creatures hiding in the shadows.

Cyril shivered subconsciously.

This is... a cemetery.

The tombstones standing up and down in all directions are cold, like pairs of unblinking black eyes, reminding how many undead sleep under this land, stimulating and inducing the fear deep in people's hearts.

Cyril looked up at Mr. Scott who was standing beside him.

The other party's handsome face could not be seen clearly in the shadows, but it unexpectedly gave Cyril a sense of security.

"So, what do I need to learn?"

Cyril spoke softly, his voice was as soft as a newborn kitten.

As if he was worried that if the sound was a little louder, some sleeping residents in the cemetery would jump up and accuse him of disturbing the people in the middle of the night.

Brian lowered his eyes and glanced at Cyril's calm expression. It was a pity that Little Rose accepted it so quickly.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said lazily, "That's right, undead magic."

Suddenly, Brian felt a subtle movement in the shadow not far away.

He cast a fluttering glance, and instantly restrained his aura and magic power, with a playful smile on his face.

Cyril was pricking up his ears to listen to Mr. Scott's teaching, but he didn't expect that there would be no more after he finished speaking.

He froze for a moment, his big almond eyes were a little confused.

Cyril racked his brains to understand what Mr. Scott meant now.

Do you want him to observe and discover the main points by himself?

But he could only feel the gloomy and decaying smell in the surrounding air.

Cyril's eyes flicked over a pale tombstone under the moonlight, the pitted and uneven cold ground, and looked at the old trees with gnashing claws in the distance.

Wait... There seemed to be something shaking in the bushes.

Cyril froze, clenched the wand in his hand, and quickly screened the spells suitable for attacking in his mind.

In the distance, a dark figure suddenly jumped out from the bushes. It was advancing very fast, and it seemed that it was about to rush to the side of Cyril and the others in a blink of an eye.

It is a humanoid creature with wrinkled black skin that can walk independently.

But compared to a human, it looked more like a standing amphibian, with thin, dense, disgusting bumps growing on its curved back.

Cyril could see the sharp teeth in its open mouth, as if it could easily pierce his skin.

"Corrosive Arrow!"

Cyril waved his wand calmly, focusing the spell's effect on the monstrous creature's bulging eyeballs.

He taught himself the instant cast spell in the library, and three arrows of corruption flew towards the creature's eyes and muzzle.

However, this thing was very flexible, and turned sideways all of a sudden, dodging it.

"Raging fire!"

Cyril turned to his best fireball technique, but due to the limitation of magic power, despite the bonus of the wand, he could not release a powerful flame.

Brian saw Cyril cast one spell after another, his movements were clean and his spells were smooth, and he could outline the magic runes needed for the spell in an instant.

The ghoul was thwarted by his continual spells, but still marched with certainty in their direction.

One hundred meters... 20 meters... It's getting closer!

Although Cyril knew that Mr. Scott could not let them be attacked by this creature indifferently, he still broke out in a cold sweat.

The palm of his hand holding the wand was covered with cold sweat, his heart beat louder and louder, and a bone-piercing chill spread down his back.

The moment the thing rushed towards them, it seemed to be thrown out by a huge force, knocked down a tombstone, and rolled into the ruins with a loud "bang—" sound .

The violent impact made Cyril's little heart tremble uncontrollably.

The thing struggled in the ruins for a while, then the strength of its limbs gradually disappeared, its movements slowed down, and finally its limbs fell limply and remained motionless.

"A stinking ghoul."

Brian looked away and smiled at Cyril.

His eyes slipped past a crystal clear sweat bead lying on Cyril's tear mole, and he suddenly felt a little itchy in his hand.

Brian twirled the tail ring on his hand seemingly unintentionally, then stretched out his fingers and approached Cyril's neck.

His slightly cool fingers touched Cyril's fair skin, he paused, his fingertips slid all the way, and penetrated into Cyril's neckline.

Cyril's body was tense, he raised his head slightly, his porcelain white and tender neck showed a beautiful curve.

Brian gave a low laugh, and just before realizing that Cyril was about to explode, he hooked out the rose necklace he was wearing around his neck with his fingers.

He pressed the scarlet gem in the center of the rose necklace with his fingertips, and a burst of white soft light suddenly enveloped Cyril's whole body.

Seeing that Mr. Scott had put down his hand, Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a warm current enveloping his whole body.

The body that has just released too many spells and exhausted its magic power seems to be soaking in a comfortable hot bath, and its magic power is refilled.

This is... a healing technique?

Cyril vaguely felt that this kind of treatment seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

After the white light disappeared, Cyril thanked Mr. Scott politely.

He doesn't need to control the volume now, after all, Mr. Scott has smashed down the houses of the cemetery residents.

"Okay, it took a little time, but it's okay."

Brian tossed Little Rose a little bit, got a bit of bad pleasure, and immediately became happier.

He said leisurely: "The cemetery is the entrance to the world of the undead. Let me take you there today."

After all, Brian took out the white keel wand and waved it in the air.

Cyril saw Mr. Scott's lips touching slightly, as if he was reciting a spell silently.

Then, he found that his body began to become transparent, exuding a bright light.

Cyril reached out and touched his arm, but his transparent arm went straight through the other arm.

He turned to look at Mr. Scott, who did the same.

At this time, a huge skeleton creature emerged from the ground. The small skeleton's head was lowered, and it bowed its head in the direction of Mr. Scott.

It has a huge skeleton, but it doesn't give people a bloated and cumbersome feeling. It is covered with slender bones, forming a beautiful streamlined shape, and even looks like a pleasing artwork.

Cyril looked at the skeleton creature curiously.

He watched the dark green soul fire flickering in its empty eye sockets, as if he was delighted to see Mr. Scott.

"Come up."

Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice ringing in his ears.

come up?Where are you going?

Before Cyril could react, he was wrapped in his arms.

In the next moment, his body was lifted into the air, and then landed on the bone back of the skeleton creature.

There is obviously a curved white bone under the buttocks, but it is very smooth, unexpectedly not sticky.

Cyril was thinking about moving his body to adjust his sitting posture, when a warm body was attached to his back, and he stopped moving immediately.

"Come on, Zoke."

Brian spoke softly and flatly.

He clearly ordered the skeleton creature below him, but his thin lips were pressed against Cyril's earlobe.

Cyril felt the other party's warm breath against his ears, and the deep and seductive voice seemed to be spinning into his ears.

His breathing was stagnant, his soft ears were gradually dyed a crimson color, and his slender and curly eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

Cyril looked around the gloomy cemetery, thought of the theory of the suspension bridge effect that he had seen before crossing, and immediately calmed down.

Hey, he must be thinking too much, which normal person would want to tease someone in a place like the cemetery? !

Cyril's calm expression finally couldn't be restrained when the skeleton creature spread its skeleton wings.

The huge creature named "Zoke" soared into the sky obediently, hovering freely in the cold high air.

Its flying speed and steering made Cyril suddenly feel that the elevator was just a younger brother.

According to his master's will, Zucker obediently circled in mid-air for several times, and then received his master's will saying that it was enough, so he concentrated on rushing towards the ground of the cemetery.