After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The moment Zok's huge body rushed to the ground, Cyril seemed to feel the cold wind whistling against his forehead during the fall.

In stark contrast to the cold and icy air, the warm body of the man behind him pressed against his back, exuding intense heat.

While he was in a trance, Zuoke led the two of them across the solid ground.

It was as if sea water suddenly flooded his body, and the real world was gone.

They entered another brand new world - the world of the dead.

Different from the ghostly world that Cyril imagined was full of crying, mournful and ghostly spirits, the world of undead is unexpectedly peaceful, peaceful and colorful.

Cyril saw countless grotesque skeleton creatures floating in the air, like many different kinds of birds hovering with bone wings stretched out.

Undoubtedly, Zork still stands out among this group of flying creatures.

It has become the most eye-catching existence among this group of skeleton creatures with its huge size that occupies an absolute advantage and its white and beautiful slender bones.

Zok hovered over a majestic castle on the top of the mountain for a while, and finally obeyed the master's will and prepared to land at the foot of the mountain.

Cyril looked at this undead world with great interest.

He found that in this novel world, except for the pure white of the skeletons like snowflakes, the rest of the background and buildings are bright colors with extremely high saturation.

For example, in the clear blue sky, deep and shallow blues are rendered elegantly, like an overturned blue paint bucket.

It is also like continuous green hills, and the vivid green is verdant.

There is also the majestic and majestic castle complex standing on the top of the mountain, and the mottled stone walls seem to be carefully carved over the years.

After Zok landed on the ground, Brian clasped Cyril's waist, jumped down gracefully, and landed firmly on the ground.

The waist that he took in was not too thin, but the flesh and bones were smooth, and it seemed that he could feel the soft touch through the robe.

After Brian withdrew his palm, his slender fingers stroked lightly.

He raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, his eyes were dim, as if he was still reminiscing about the tenderness just now, which was another kind of beauty different from the beautiful bones.

Cyril got off the roller coaster, stepped on the solid ground with his transparent feet, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"

Brian asked lightly.

He deliberately let Zok have a good time in the air.

"dragon?!"

Cyril turned his head to look at Zoke who was lying on the ground. The huge skeleton was indeed beyond the possession of ordinary creatures.

I didn't expect to achieve the achievement of "Dragon Knight"!

Cyril boldly touched Bone Dragon's beautiful white bones.

The process of riding a dragon was a bit too exciting, so that he didn't notice the biggest problem here at the first time—it wasn't a dark night here, but a bright day.

Cyril came back to his senses, and couldn't help but open his eyes wide and looked up at the sky.

"To put it simply, the day and night in the undead world are different from those in the wizarding land."

Brian caught a glimpse of Cyril staring at the crescent moon in the sky, and explained lightly.

"There is no sun in the undead world, only the moon. Most of the time the moon is a crescent moon, which is not perfect, but it is peaceful and can emit light like sunlight. Let's call it daytime during this period."

"And after midnight every day, the moon will turn into a blood-red full moon, and then the carnival of the undead will begin."

His ending sound is soft, even with a hint of joy.

carnival?

Carnival of the dead?

It sounds like a large-scale disco scene where demons dance wildly, and it looks very exciting.

Cyril blinked.

At this time, a skeleton in a neat uniform came over.

The reason why it can be seen that this is a skeleton is because its neck, palms, and head exposed outside the clothes are all white bones.

Cyril found that he seemed to be able to vaguely see the attitudes and emotions of these skeleton people from their soul fires.

He quietly looked at the skeleton man in front of him, and saw that the other party saluted Mr. Scott respectfully. The blue soul fire in his eyes was very calm, but there was a hint of admiration and admiration.

This skeleton man was followed by several skeleton men.

Their soul fires are like Zoke's, flashing and flashing, quite excited.

They pull a carriage consisting of four skeleton white horses.

This carriage was not the magical wizard carriage that Cyril had seen before, but an open-top sightseeing carriage.

The seats on the carriage were just right for two people to sit side by side.

Cyril followed Mr. Scott into the carriage silently, and then watched the carriage pass through a large rose garden.

The color of the roses here is more and more coquettish, as red as a flame burning to its heart's content.

Cyril saw Mr. Scott waving casually, and the carriage stopped suddenly.

The skeleton coachman driving the carriage ran slowly into the rose garden, folded off the delicate little rose that was about to bloom that Cyril's eyes had just been resting on with incomparable precision, and handed it to Mr. Scott.

Brian hooked his lips, held the bright red rose with his slender fingers, and handed it to Cyril.

well! ?

for me! ?

Cyril suddenly opened a pair of clear almond eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, his forehead twitched, and the soft hair on his head trembled unconsciously.

Cyril felt as if his little heart had been pinched gently, and a complex emotion flooded his heart.

Does Mr. Scott know what it means to give someone roses?

Or is he, the new wizard apprentice, ignorant again?

Now sending roses is what a macho should do? !

Cyril was hesitating whether to reach out to take this beautiful budding rose, but Mr. Scott suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Ah, I forgot, this little rose has thorns."

Brian said lightly.

Although a small spell could make all the fine thorns on the entire rose stem disappear, but he did not use magic, but stretched out his hand to slowly remove the thorns one by one.

"it's good now."

There was a hint of undisciplined interest in Brian's eyes.

"Pull out the thorns, and you'll be a pretty little rose, won't you?"

There was a faint smile in Bryan's voice, and there was a little narrowness in the lazy ending.

Cyril nodded hesitantly.

He thought in his heart: Could Mr. Scott's current behavior be the content of tonight's teaching! ?

Cyril raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Scott, who seemed to be in good spirits, and concluded in his heart: This should remind him to pay attention to safety when he goes out, and not to be confused by beautiful things.

Ok, learned it!

Immediately afterwards, Cyril saw Mr. Scott handing the rose with the thorn removed to him.

He took Little Rose and blinked.

This budding rose was dug out of the ground before it grew up, its thorns were pulled out, and it lost its chance of survival, even the chance of blooming. It looked so pitiful.

Cyril suddenly thought of a little spell demonstrated by Professor Robin Antonio in the Charms class, and his eyes lit up.

He held his own wand and waved it at the little rose in the other hand.

"Flowers bloom."

Cyril read in a low voice.

This is not a complicated spell, not to mention that it only affects a single flower in front of him. Cyril's current magic power is sufficient.

The rose in his hand seemed to be awakened by the morning dew, and Shi Shiran stretched out its delicate petals.

From the inside to the outside, the petals seem to be slowly peeling off their own voices, blooming quietly with a little bit of shyness and unknowingly seductiveness.

The blooming roses exude an elegant fragrance, and there are a few crystal clear dewdrops on the petals, adding a bit of delicacy.

For a moment, Cyril's eight-character motto "Giving a rose to someone will leave a fragrance in your hand" flashed through his mind.

He handed this rose to Mr. Scott as soon as his brain got hot.

Thanks to Mr. Scott for his constant care!

"For you."

Cyril raised a pure smile with a soft voice.

He didn't know how well-behaved he was when he said this, like a piece of sweet little cake, from head to toe revealing an itchy sweetness.

A pair of black and white clear almond eyes were burning, as if falling into the sky full of stars.

Brian was slightly silent, his eyes darkened.

His gaze unscrupulously slid inch by inch across Cyril's fair face, and finally landed on the delicate rose blooming in his hand.

He smiled lowly, his sexy Adam's apple rolling.

Brian stretched out his hand and pinched the edges of the rose petals leisurely.

A sudden destructive and possessive desire gathered in his chest, rolled, and penetrated to his fingertips.

"Then I'll take it."

Brian took the rose, and touched Cyril's palm with cool fingers as if unintentionally.

"You gave it to me on your own initiative."

He said in a serious manner, with a quirky smile in his silky and elegant tone.

Cyril didn't quite understand how it was so easy to send flowers casually, and now the scene was so serious that it seemed that the two heads of state were changing positions.

But in order to match Mr. Scott's sudden mood change, he tried his best to restrain his smile and nodded solemnly.

Yes, the roses you picked for me, I'm sending them back to you now.

Thinking of this, Cyril shyly shrunk his fingers.

He suddenly had a strange illusion - his behavior was like a scumbag who borrowed flowers to offer Buddha.

But Cyril soon didn't have time to delve into the sudden weird illusion.

The carriage has already entered the town where the undead gather.

The number of skeleton men and skeleton creatures on the street suddenly increased.

Some skeletons wear all kinds of fancy clothes, while others are naked, with individual white skeletons.

They were in a hurry, coming and going, as if they were making careful preparations for some important event.

Cyril thought of the "carnival at zero point" mentioned by Mr. Scott before, and he asked the system in his mind: [System, how long is it until zero point? ]

[There is still half an hour. 】

The system is turned into an emotionless time-telling machine, the voice is smooth and unwavering, and it never talks too much.

When Cyril was alone with the head of the academy, it never made a sound, but silently pretended that it didn't exist.

Eat melons in the front row, bah, isn't it delicious to eat dog food in the front row?

Cyril found that the skeletons on the road would salute in the direction of their carriage, and the respect of the posture was like the subjects respectfully paying homage to the monarch.

Of course he wouldn't think that the flickering soul fires of these people were because they saw him.It seems that Mr. Scott's status in the world of the undead is unexpectedly high, Cyril pondered in his heart.

The carriage came to the middle of a square and stopped.

"Come on, let's see how many undead you can attract."

Brian demonstrated to Cyril the simplest incantation for summoning the undead - "Dead Thoughts".

Apprentice wizards who are new to undead magic have to practice this spell thoroughly again and again, so that there is such a slim chance to feel the subtle connection between themselves and the undead world.

You know, wizards who can enter the world of the undead are not ordinary wizards.

Most mediocre necromancers can only try to hook up with a wisp of undead outside the world of the undead.

Just like fishing in the sea, whether you can catch one or two fish depends on the situation.

On the other hand, Cyril was brought directly to the world of the undead.

This progress is progressing by leaps and bounds!

If only Cyril entered the world of the undead alone, his sweet breath would definitely make the ferocious undead here swarm up and tear him apart.

But who told him to stand beside him was a great wizard who had overwhelming strength and made the undead bow their heads and surrender. The skeletons didn't dare to have any ideas, so what should they do?

The magic rune of "Death's Thought" is not difficult. Cyril himself is also compatible with dark elements, and adapts well in this world of the undead, where there is only one magical element, dark elements.

He tried it the first time, failed, felt nothing.

Cyril was not discouraged, and tried a second time.

He could vaguely feel a bright yellow soul fire not far away shaking.

When Cyril tried the "Thinking of the Dead" for the third time, his consciousness was linked with the bright yellow soul fire.

However, the other party seemed to be very vigilant, took a step or two, and then retreated suddenly.

Cyril mobilized his mental power to control this connection, trying to convey his idea of ​​calling it over and over again.

Perhaps his sincerity finally moved the other party, and Cyril could feel that bright yellow soul fire getting closer and closer to him.

The next moment, a skeleton kitten the size of two palms nimbly jumped into Cyril's arms, and consciously found a comfortable position to lie down on.

In the kitten's eye sockets, the bright yellow soul was shaking and shaking, as if it was making a "meow meow meow" cry.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, looked up at Mr. Scott who was beside him, and asked uncertainly, "Did I succeed?"

Brian raised his eyebrows, looked at the skeleton kitten that was rolling happily in Cyril's arms, his eyes darkened.

"Success."

He said casually, while raising his hand to pick up the white bone around the kitten's neck, he threw it out without any politeness.

The skeleton kitten sensed the unpleasant aura of this man. If it still had fur, it must have exploded.

It cleverly knew that it would stop when it was ready, and ran away in a hurry with its short, bony legs.

hateful!scared scared...

"good."

When Brian saw the skeleton kitten disappear, he felt that the scene in front of him was much more comfortable, and he added lightly.

He wanted to teach Cyril how to contract an undead after he successfully summoned an undead creature.

From the looks of it now, it's better to wait for Little Rose to successfully summon an undead he is satisfied with.

In the following time, Cyril tried the spell of "Undead Thoughts" over and over again, and saw all kinds of strange skeleton creatures.

Without exception, these little creatures wanted to rub against him very much, and their souls of various colors were shaking and shaking, as if they were clamoring for hugs and hugs.

Cyril caught a glimpse of the man beside him getting more and more indifferent, and his heart skipped a beat.

With Mr. Scott's high standards and strict requirements, he should have successfully recruited a skeleton to qualify.

You can't disappoint Mr. Wizard in your first lesson!

Therefore, Cyril was not in a hurry to use the "Undead Thoughts" spell, but observed the passing skeletons around, wanting to find the difference between their soul fires and those small undead creatures.

He vaguely sensed something, so he used "Undead Mind" again.

This time, finally came a skeleton man wearing a white chef uniform.

It walked to the carriage and stopped.

Cyril heaved a sigh of relief quietly, finally there was no more little guy jumping into his arms all at once.

Mr. Scott should be satisfied now, right?

He looked up at each other.

The author has something to say: Cyril: Dog man, are you still satisfied with what you see?