After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    After Cyril sat on the fluffy and soft sofa, before he had time to relax, his hair stood up for a moment, feeling like he was being targeted by something dangerous, creepy.

    However, the interior is still elegant and relaxed, and there is nothing strange about it.

    Cyril straightened his back vigilantly, and tried to speak to the wizard in front of him to break this weird illusion.

    "I'm Cyril Lawrence, what should I call you, Mr. Wizard?"

    Cyril asked, his voice soft.

    Brian glanced at Cyril lightly.

    For a time, Brian felt that this little thing was a bit like the delicate bouquet of roses in front of the window.

    Not only are the bones beautiful, but the flesh is not bad.

    Which is more beautiful, his blood or the color of rose petals, Brian thought leisurely.

    "Claude Scott, my name, Little Cyril."

    Brian replied in a gentle and elegant voice, with a light ending.

    Cyril felt an inexplicable lingering taste when his name was pronounced by Mr. Wizard.

    He froze for a moment, licking his dry lips unnaturally.

    "I forgot the tea."

    Brian saw the young man's red tongue flickering, paused, and added.

    Then Cyril saw Mr. Scott snap his fingers with his slender fingers, and there was movement on the small round table covered with a silver-green tablecloth in the middle.

    The beautiful teapot that was originally placed on the table with the gold-rimmed pattern moved as if it had suddenly grown legs.

    The chubby body of the pot obediently poured tea into a fine bone china teacup beside it.

    The tea was still steaming, as if it had just been brewed.

    When the tea in the cup did not reach three-quarters of the wall, the teapot stopped by itself and returned to its original position on the small round table, not moving.

    And the exquisite bone china teacup filled with tea floated steadily to Cyril's hand.

    Seeing Cyril hesitantly did not reach out to hold him, the teacup gently rubbed the back of Cyril's hand as if being left out.

    The warm touch of the tea was conveyed to the back of Cyril's white hand through the wall of the cup.

    He frowned and reached for the teacup.

    Cyril could feel the moment when he held the teacup, and the slight magic fluctuation originally attached to the teacup disappeared.

    "It was me who was not entertaining."

    Brian said with a smile when he saw Cyril lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea.

    His tone was casually playful, but not offensive.

    Brian drank the red wine that floated out from the wine cabinet on one side and poured himself into the clear goblet.

    Cyril looked at Mr. Scott with his eyes closed, shaking his glass, leaning lazily on the sofa, and always felt that the wizard was hiding a kind of arrogance that he didn't show.

    Maybe wizards are arrogant, and Mr. Scott is already a good-natured gentleman.

    Cyril felt relieved when he thought of the extraordinary power possessed by wizards.

    Geniuses always have a little temper.

    Cyril considers himself to be very understanding, and seeing Mr. Scott's "don't suffer me" look, he also quietly did not disturb him.

    There is no noise outside in this parlour, the fireplace exudes a steady stream of warmth, and the spacious sofa is so soft, Cyril can only feel his eyelids getting heavier and heavier .

    So sleepy...

    I really want to sleep.

    Cyril felt like his brain was drowsy, as if stuffed with gooey chocolate sauce.

    However, he suddenly realized that he was now in the carriage of an adult wizard, and sleeping here was no less than a blatant sleep in the teacher's office.

    This is not acceptable.

    [System! Please put some uplifting songs! ]

    Cyril had no choice but to ask for help from his golden finger.

    After all, he was very impressed with the songs in the system's bizarre library, which had also proven to work well in previous meditations.

    【Good! Great! I am really touched. Under the influence of my perseverance, you have finally improved your music aesthetics! 】

    The sound of the system is very emotional.

    The next moment, a very explosive and harsh soprano sounded, as if she was holding a knife and cutting the plate in "Zrazila".

    【Ah! Ah oh eh! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...]

    Cyril woke up with a shudder.

    He lost his ear.

    At the end of the song, Cyril felt that his heart was very hopeless.

    Cyril, who had not come out of the "sounding" music, did not notice that the wizard sitting opposite was watching him with interest.

    Brian found that the little guy was clearly wanting to sleep, his little head was starting to start a little bit, and he suddenly struggled to wake up, and it was as if he was frightened by something fearful forced to wake up.

    He clearly remembered that the little guy didn't show the slightest panic when he saw his skeleton knight.

    Brian saw all this, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

    He suddenly felt in a good mood and wanted to tease the little guy in front of him.

    "Ah, by the way, let me test your wizarding talents."

    Brian's tone was smooth and sloppy, with a hint of leisure, and a faint hint of happiness.

    He waved his hand and summoned a palm-sized crystal ball.

    This crystal ball is crystal clear and has a chilly texture formed by thousands of years of ice and snow.

    Cyril swallowed nervously when he heard Mr. Wizard's words, and at the same time he was filled with an indescribable excitement.

    When he looked at the crystal ball that appeared in front of him, his eyes widened.

    "Put your hand on it."

    Brian said lightly.

    Cyril obediently stretched out his hands to hold the crystal ball, feeling delicate and cool to the touch.

    Nothing happened.

    Cyril was confused.

    However, in the next instant, a strong stimulus was communicated to his brain through the contact of the hands with the crystal ball.

    This kind of stimulation is hundreds of times stronger than the impact of the song just played by the system.

    Cyril felt like his nerves were about to collapse!

    It was as if someone was stirring his brain with a sharp object, forcibly tearing those small and tight nerve tissues.

    Too uncomfortable!

    Stop, stop!

    However, his hands seemed to be firmly attached to the crystal ball, glued with the strongest glue, unable to break free.

    And as if someone rudely pressed his hands on the crystal ball, making him unable to move.

    The cyan blood vessels under his pale skin seemed to be screaming and venting this unbearable pain.

    His jet-black eyes briefly lost focus, as if the deep sea engulfed everything.

    Brian calmly admired Cyril's embarrassment and pain.

    He even took a sip of wine in good spirits.

      There was a secret and strange excitement in it.

    Cry and cry, naive little lamb.

    Brian murmured in his heart.

    In agony, Cyril didn't notice that the number on the crystal ball had slowly jumped to "20", the silvery number twinkling and still climbing faintly.

    Who am I?

    Where am I?

    Cyril felt as if his soul had separated from his body and floated to a faraway place.

    A deep and smooth voice whispered in his ear "Death is the most beautiful destination.".

    At this time, the little snake Green in Cyril's pocket has climbed to Cyril's hands on the crystal ball.

    It "slapped" its tail on the crystal ball, breaking the connection between the crystal ball and Cyril.

    Suddenly escaped from that disgusting state, Cyril was pale and limbs were weak.

    He gasped for breath and slid down onto the white and soft cashmere carpet.

    Dense sweat clings to his cheeks, dripping down from the blushing neck, and the black hair on his forehead is also soaked with sweat.

    Brian looked down at Cyril's beautiful face with drooping eyelashes, like a little rose wet with dew.

    The curve of the chin is very beautiful, and the wet curly black hair is scattered on his smooth forehead.

    A small bead of crystal clear sweat floated on the delicate tear mole at the corner of his left eye.

    The whole person has a kind of beauty without knowing it.

    What a surprise.

    But any child with a very mediocre wizard talent will collapse under this completely unrestrained mental attack, and then he can only become a delirious patient.

    Brian raised his eyebrows.

    Of course he deliberately did not stop the crystal ball from continuously releasing mental attacks.

    After all, in his eyes, Cyril has been marked as "a perfect skeleton".

    Sooner or later it will be his.

    Brian glanced at the alchemy snake still hovering on the crystal ball, and rubbed the wall of the glass with his slender fingers.

    However, this little alchemy snake was unexpectedly the product of a successful alchemy experiment, but it seems that there is a misunderstanding of who is its owner.

    But it doesn't matter, when its current owner dies, it will naturally know who to obey, Brian thought in a good mood.

    He looked at the last number "25" on the crystal ball.

    This is an extremely good number of spiritual power. Even a wizard apprentice who has spent a year or two in the wizarding academy cannot reach this spiritual power level.

    The idiots who can never be true wizards.

    Brian just glanced at it at first, but suddenly his eyes were attracted by something.

    He raised his hand to call back the crystal ball, and his slender fingers tapped the crystal ball's clear surface.

    "Very good."

    Brian said softly.

    I didn't expect that this little guy could directly absorb mental power from his crystal ball, even though it was only a meager amount, which was enough to surprise Brian.

    Not only that, the number on the crystal ball slowly turns red - this time it shows Cyril's magic: 10.

    Brian suddenly remembered that when he appeared in the foggy moon forest, the young man who grew up in the border town had mastered a simple magic spell without a teacher.

    Interesting.

    Brian snapped his fingers, and Cyril was suddenly surrounded by a warm feeling, and the feeling of exhaustion before was just an illusion.

    He was as comfortable as a baby back in his mother's arms.

    "Thank you, Mr. Scott."

    Cyril said politely.

    "Maybe you can just call me Scott."

    Brian smiled at him.

    "After all, I am also your senior."

    Cyril blinked, not quite understanding.

    Bryan made a distressed look and said, "To be honest, I'm just a wizard apprentice. Entrusted by the dean of the college, I came to Atlantis to recruit students."

    Mr. Scott is just an apprentice wizard? ? ?

    Cyril is a little unbelievable, after all, the magic shown by Mr. Scott cannot be underestimated.

    He was shocked, and quietly let the system check the data of this wizard apprentice.

    Cyril silently looked at the display on the screen - "Magic: ￥%...# (Serious warning: more than 100000+ magic is unmeasurable!

    He glanced at the highest magic power level he had achieved so far—10, which was still on the crystal ball.

    Not even a fraction.

    "Mr. Scott?! You...are you really just a wizard apprentice?"

    Cyril's clear voice was a little trembling.

    Brian felt a sense of being spied on for a moment, his smile deepened, he nodded, and said: "I'm just an ordinary wizard apprentice! Cyril kept this a secret for me."

     numb.

    Is the magic of your apprentice so perverted? ? ?

    The author has something to say:

    Brian: I'm just an ordinary apprentice wizard.

    Cyril: I believe in your evil!

    "Ah oh! ah oh ah! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."