After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Brian gave a low laugh and looked down at Cyril with focused eyes.

He suddenly thought of three years ago when the wizard apprentice was graded and tested. In that illusion, Cyril mercilessly inserted a sharp knife into the side of his neck.

Brian leaned down with great interest, and asked with his lips close to Cyril's ear: "Do you want to kill me with your own hands? Dear Cyril?"

His deep and hoarse male voice dragged his tone slowly, and there seemed to be a trace of imperceptible bewitchment.

Upon hearing this, Cyril suddenly recalled the blurred illusion that he entered during the first grading trial of wizard apprentices.

I have to say that Mr. "Scott" in the illusion was indeed killed by himself...

He blinked a little guilty, and shook his head sincerely.

"Okay, then let's find the exit of the secret realm."

Seeing his expression, Brian thought of something and hooked his lips.

He took Cyril's hand and put it on his lips, kissing his fingertips ambiguously.

correct!There is also the exit of the secret realm!

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he didn't pay attention to the opponent's small movements for a while.

How could he have forgotten that apart from being killed and leaving the secret place through the bracelet, apprentice wizards can also directly find the exit and leave here on their own initiative.

Having determined their goal, the two quickly discovered the clue under a tall and verdant sycamore tree.

There is a teleportation array hidden underground, which is the closest secret teleportation point to them.

As Brian chanted the spell and activated the teleportation spell, Cyril took a last look at the battlefield of the wizard apprentice grading trial this time, which was also the place where he accidentally left the single, and disappeared in place.

"Ah! The last two wizard apprentices came out! Huh? They came out together? They didn't attack each other?!"

A staff member of the Wizarding Union hurriedly recorded on the parchment responsible for the registration.

"You two, please show your wristbands, I have to register your points, and take them off by the way."

After the wizard finished speaking, he glanced at the value on Cyril's bracelet in surprise, then glanced at Brian's bracelet, and couldn't help but gasped.

"Very good! Very good! Please go over there to get your S-level wizard apprentice record."

He suppressed the shock in his heart and said dryly.

"Congratulations to our No.1 and No.2!"

A red-haired witch who was in charge of registering the grading of wizard apprentices smiled at Cyril and the two of them.

Her gaze lingered on Cyril for a while, and she suddenly made a look of realization: "Ah! It's you! Little guy! You were the only S-level wizard apprentice in the last session!"

The red-haired witch's voice sounded a little excited.

Cyril met her piercing gaze, and nodded a little embarrassedly.

He found that everyone around him seemed to be focusing on him at this time, and his boyfriend seemed to have become a transparent person.

Such a tall and handsome head of the academy!It's like everyone didn't see it!

While registering the results of his own wizard apprentice grading trial - of course he is still an S-level wizard apprentice, Cyril wondered in his heart whether Mr. Scott secretly used some magic spell to hide himself.

Cyril stared carefully at the red-haired witch, and saw that she stamped a white stamp with the letter "S" on Claude Scott's registration form with her usual expression, without saying anything.

He suppressed the question for the time being, and planned to continue asking after leaving here.

Now there are more important things.

"Shall we go to Brewster first?"

Cyril raised his eyes to the handsome man beside him and suggested.

"It's better to let Wizard Ogg repair your body as soon as possible."

Cyril added something in a low voice, and his lowered voice cast an unusually soft temperament on him.

Seeing Little Rose's appearance now, Brian couldn't help but want to bow his head and kiss him.

"Okay, let's go to Brewster."

His voice was calm, with a touch of comfort, and his tone was calm.

"Hurry up."

Brian put his arms around Cyril and began to transfer space according to the location on the map.

Although the long-distance space transfer is fatal to the consumption of the wizard's mana, but after several space transfers, Brian still looks effortless.

When they finally stopped, a sea of ​​lavender flowers appeared in front of Cyril.

Deep and light purple waves are gently swaying, romantic and pure.

At first glance, Cyril thought he had returned to the secret realm of graded trials.

Thinking that Wizard Ogg said that the favorite of Wizard Brewster is lavender, Cyril was delighted, it seemed that this was here.

He was about to walk into this sea of ​​lavender flowers to look for traces, when he was suddenly hugged by Mr. Scott and moved aside lightly.

With a loud "bang--", a large crater several meters in length appeared at the position where Cyril had just stood.

Even the turf on the ground was blasted into small pieces, which looked very miserable.

"You're skilled...it's more interesting...oh...and there are two little bugs...how did you find it here..."

Cyril opened his eyes wide, and heard a hoarse and cold voice.

The sound was like an old phonograph that was jammed by something, and it made people uncomfortable and frightened.

Not to mention the unrelenting nauseating excitement in the voice.

"Ah...it's you..."

Cyril now feels a headache when he hears this kind of reminiscence.

He looked towards the source of the sound and saw a tall man wearing a black hood.

From the end of the sleeves of the man's baggy wizard robe, his withered hands could be vaguely seen, like wrinkled bark, or a wrinkled corpse.

"I still remember you...beautiful white soul..."

Cyril was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help frowning.

Brian's inspection eyes passed over the man in black robe.

He suddenly snorted lightly, and the dark blue eyes behind the monocle were darkened.

This person really made his memory fresh.

Before Cyril could react, he saw that his boyfriend seemed to be ill again, his aura suddenly became fierce, and his eyes turned thick black.

In the blink of an eye, Brian resolutely and ruthlessly threw out a few spells with an ominous cold light.

I saw a series of strong intertwined chains, like a fine spider web, firmly imprisoning the man in black.

Cyril could vaguely hear the sound of gouging out flesh and bones.

His heart sank, and he had an inexplicable bad premonition.

Cyril's eyelids twitched, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sudden panic, as if some secret had to be revealed before the time came.

"This method..."

The man in black struggled to raise his head, revealing a crumpled, mask-like strange face under the black hood.

To Cyril's surprise, this face was covered with traces of the abyss he had seen in himself.

Distorted dark lines spread across the exposed skin of this person, and it seemed a little different upon closer inspection.

There are densely packed small black spots on the dark lines.

"It really is you...Brian..."

The hoarse voice carried an eerie smile.

"Long time no see... Claude Bryan... my good nephew..."

Cyril choked for breath, and his mind suddenly went blank.

He suddenly looked at the man beside him, his heart was beating wildly as if it was about to burst, and his throat was dry as if stuffed with cotton.

Brian...? ?

Brian, the dean of Snowbog School of Wizardry?

Many strange places that he had overlooked before suddenly flashed in Cyril's mind.

It was as if a mess of threads had been torn off at key knots, and those unclear places were untied one by one.

Cyril felt that his brain was like a brass machine that started to turn again after being oiled, and the various details in his memory were like countless rusty gears, which were pushed together one by one.

Why did Dean Brian give me an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he first met him; why Mr. Scott's spiritual power and magic power are so high, far surpassing the average ordinary wizard apprentice; why the other party is so good at Dean Brian The iconic undead magic has an unusually high status in Snowbog College of Wizardry...

Countless complicated thoughts circled in his mind.

Cyril felt that his throat was a little dry, and it seemed that a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach.

The other party has been hiding the truth, is he deliberately wearing two vests to tease him...

So in his eyes, is his confession just a fun to relieve boredom?

Thinking of this possibility, Cyril lowered his eyes, feeling that his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe.

After the black-robed wizard finished speaking, he suffered another curse.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

His whole body was tied up with iron chains, and he fell to the ground and twitched, but he was still laughing eeriely.

The chains on his body tightened more and more, and the ground was slowly stained with scarlet blood.

"You talk too much."

Brian fiddled with the wand in his hand slowly, and a slight layer of blue veins bulged on the back of his white hand.

His voice sounded very calm, as if he was saying "it's a beautiful day today", but there was a chill running down his spine in his voice.

Is this person infected by the abyss a relative of Mr. Scott?

He's a dark wizard wanted by the Wizarding Union?

Why did this black wizard come here?

Cyril watched the confrontation between the two in front of him silently, and suddenly felt unprecedented confusion.

He had to admit that although Mr. Scott first attracted him to his powerful strength and elegant demeanor, he was indeed bewitched by the dangerous mystery hidden in the other party's bones.

Like a rose, dizzy over a rare golden butterfly.

Cyril's confusion mixed with Gulu Gulu's restless, sullen and other emotions, colliding with each other and fermenting.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Although the man in black was suppressed lying on the ground, he still smiled arrogantly.

Brian stepped forward, his clean leather boots silently stepped on the pool of scarlet blood on the ground, splashing blood flowers one by one.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with calm madness.