After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    The rest of the time was spent in Cyril's skeptical life.

    Through the glazed windows of the living room, you can see the scene outside the carriage.

    Cyril looked out the window and saw that they had reached Philadelphia.

    He looked away and glanced at the wall clock by the fireplace, only an hour had passed.

    He remembered that he and the trader Donald used to ride an ordinary carriage from the small town of Codswood to Philadelphia, which took more than four hours.

    And Joseph's steam carriage was obviously much faster.

    Cyril believed that if it weren't for taking care of Joseph's steam carriage, Mr. Scott's wizard's carriage would definitely be much faster.

    Another ten minutes passed, and they drove into the heavily guarded lord's mansion.

    There is a whole line of knights guarding the gate of the mansion of the Earl of Abraham.

    Joseph took out the pass that the Count of Abraham had previously granted him (it was a brass plate engraved with an intricate family crest), and the knights let them pass.

    Cyril looked at the tall, well-dressed knights outside the window trying to hide their horrified expressions when they saw this strange skeleton carriage, and suddenly realized that he had behaved Isn't the novelty surprise a little unusual?

    He glanced quietly at Mr. Scott, who was still closing his eyes and seemed to be indifferent to the situation outside the car, and was relieved.

    The mansion of the Earl of Abraham is very large.

    Their carriages were driving on this wide and neat avenue in the middle.

    The road leads straight to the main mansion building in front.

    There are open and flat green lawns extending to both sides on both sides of the road, and the shrubs at the edges are regular and trimmed into romantic waves.

    The bushes are also dotted with large golden red flowers.

    About the middle of the road, there is a large circular fountain.

    The fountain surrounded by smooth marble is a running brass machine. The water in the fountain pool is pressed into the air by this machine, forming a beautiful arc of water.

    In front of this fountain there is also a tall statue of the Goddess of Light.

    This is much more beautiful than the statue of the Goddess of Light in the town square of Codswood. The statue of the goddess is obviously cleaned by industrious servants sooner or later.

    The texture looks like delicate ivory.

    The main building of the mansion is also extraordinarily magnificent.

    They got off the carriage and entered through the archway, and they saw the magnificent hall.

    The tiled floor in the lobby is illuminating.

    The high ceilings are adorned with brilliant crystal chandeliers and the walls are adorned with large, richly coloured oil paintings.

    The squires have long reported the arrival of the lord wizard, and the Earl of Abraham personally came to greet them.

    The earl is a shrewd old man.

    His gaze fell on Brian accurately in the group, and he immediately became respectful.

    ***

    In the evening, Cyril had his first meal since Paleo.

    The gorgeous long table was filled with food of all kinds that he had not seen before.

    There are more than a dozen different styles of sauces in the row of small utensils at his hand.

      Disturb the wizard and his little apprentice at dinner.

    Cyril was able to enjoy the food wholeheartedly.

    The bone-in steak is fried to a golden brown and crispy, and the beef is covered with finely ground white bread crumbs.

    The mouthfeel is fresh and smooth, and it is delicious.

    The finest brandy has been poured into a fine goblet by the attendant.

    Cyril took a cautious sip of the brandy and found that he still preferred the sweet chocolate milk on the side.

    The melted chocolate is not thick at all, mixed with the milky fragrance of milk, giving a particularly satisfying taste.

    He then went to taste the fragrant pork knuckle.

    The marinated pork knuckle is roasted on charcoal fire, and the golden skin reveals a brilliant orange red, with a layer of clear and crystal sesame oil on it.

    A bite of the crispy but not dry outer skin is chewy.

    It is also delicious with mustard and chili sauce.

    Cyril tried the rest of the venison, lamb, sandpiper, sand cone, quail, foie gras, etc., all of which were unique.

    He tasted these delicious foods gracefully but quickly, his cheeks twitched gently, and his big almond eyes narrowed contentedly, like a cute little rabbit.

    Brian glanced at the little guy who was eating happily.

    I don't know why, I feel like I have more appetite all of a sudden.

    He watched Cyril finish eating the almond ice cream with the cream around his mouth, the tip of his tongue touched his upper jaw, and the end of his charming peach eyes rose.

    Enjoy the Last Supper, Brian chuckled softly.

    The Earl of Abraham patiently waited until both of them put down their knives and forks (he looked at the thin Cyril in a daze), then cleared his throat and said respectfully: "I don't know if it's inconvenient to ask Mr. Scott to see if any of my incompetent descendants have the honor of having a wizarding talent?"

    He politely asked Brian if he could bring back some reservists for wizard apprentices.

    As an earl, Lord Abraham knows more than other commoners.

    He knows that there are many wizarding colleges in the wizarding continent, and they will come to other continents to recruit students every three years.

    Three years ago, he inquired about a wizard who was staying in the capital, and hurriedly sent a group of younger members of the family to the capital for testing.

     Sadly, no one passed.

    This really makes the Earl of Abraham uneasy.

    If a noble family does not have a strong wizard to support their family for a long time, then the other nobles will be like the hyena who smells the fish and will divide up all their ancestral property!

    This is the ugly atmosphere formed after the vague war more than 100 years ago!

    It seems that some court prophets believe that the war will sweep again.

    The nobles of the royal capital began to tear their faces, set off a frenzy of carve-up, and took the lead in occupying the family properties of the small nobles who were not supported by extraordinary forces.

    The queen did not order to stop it, it seems that this behavior was tacitly acquiesced.

    The status of mistresses and illegitimate children increased, and the order of the nobility began a new round of shuffling.

    Thinking of this, the Earl of Abraham sighed.

    He only looks forward to the spiritual growth of the younger generation of the family in three years.

    There are also those juniors who were too young at that time (must be over 14 years old to be tested), I hope this time they will have the opportunity to enter the wizarding continent.

    The Earl of Abraham came back to his senses from the fleeting thoughts, and saw that the wizard was looking at him with a polite smile.

    The wizard's eyes were dark, like aged wine in a wine cellar.

    He was clearly smiling, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, and it was piercingly cold.

     Count Abraham's heart stunned, his whole body felt cold and sullen, and he hurriedly made a gesture of respect.

    Brian glanced lightly at the Earl of Abraham and guessed what was on his mind.

    It is nothing more than a scramble between nobles.

    Noble.

     Funny.

    However, Brian still nodded with restraint and grace, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Of course, dear sir. That's why I came here this time."

    "Wizards academy needs lovely new energy."

    Brian let out a chuckle from his throat.

    Of course these naive lambs are needed to provide nourishment for the wizarding continent.

    He glanced at the relieved Earl of Abraham, his tone was smooth and calm: "Please call everyone over tomorrow, I can't stay for long."

    The Earl of Abraham nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry! I'll inform the nobles in Philadelphia right away!".

    He happily raised his glass to thank Brian.

    "Thank you for your generosity!"

    Brian also raised his glass to the earl.

    He gave a false smile.

    The curvature of the corners of the mouth couldn't be more elegant.

    ***

    After dinner, they were arranged to rest in the two most luxurious rooms of the lord's mansion.

    At night, the moonlight outside the window is like water.

    Cyril was sleeping soundly, breathing fine and long.

    The boy's sleeping face is extraordinarily gentle and well-behaved, like a beautiful little rose with delicate petals gathered.

    The bed in this deluxe room is so soft, like the finest velvet, that as soon as you touch the pillow, you can't wait to fall into a sweet sleep.

    Beside Cyril's bed, a man who should not be here suddenly appeared out of thin air.

    No sound, no sound.

    Brian looked at Cyril on the bed with a hint of vague excitement and obsession in his eyes.

    At this time, he did not wear a monocle, as if torn off a gentleman's skin.

    His slender fingers rubbed down Cyril's white cheeks, and the cold fingertips gently rubbed against Cyril's smooth skin.

    He seemed to see a graceful skull perched quietly beneath the flesh.

    "It's gorgeous!"

    Brian's Adam's apple rolled gently.

    His hand slid over Cyril's slender neck, over his delicate and straight collarbone, and a contented sigh came out of his mouth.

    "This must be a perfect skeleton."

    Brian was satisfied, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

    In the transparent air at this time, there seemed to be a dutiful and well-trained servant **** the sleeping squeamish little master.

    Brian's eyes traced Cyril's body inch by inch.

    His eyes are like a flexible and smooth snake letter, bit by bit to poke the skin of the outside.

    He focused his attention on Cyril's beautiful calf line and ankle bone, and let out another low praise.

    Brian tilted his head and admired it for a while.

    It seems that the picky chef has obtained a rare ingredient, and is thinking about where to start and how to cook, so that he can craft his most satisfying work.

    The little snake Green, who was nestled beside Cyril's pillow, was sensitively aware of something from the moment Brian arrived.

    The moment he saw Brian, if the snake had hairs, Green would definitely stand up.

    He felt that his sleeping master seemed to be in big trouble!

    It twisted its body and rubbed Cyril with its slender body.

    Green spat out the scarlet snake letter, licked Cyril's warm skin, and made a terrifying sound of "zizizi", trying to wake him up.

    However, Cyril fell into a sweet dream that would not wake up, still sleeping soundly, ignoring everything that happened in the room.

    Brian glanced at the little snake that was eating inside and out in his eyes. If it wasn't for his recent self-cultivation and good mood, it would not have a good end.

    So he just snorted and ignored the little snake Green.

    The chef seemed to have finally decided on the cooking method, and he put his articulated hand on Cyril's white neck.

    Just a twist…

    A secret excitement and destructive desire swelled and boiled in his blood.

    However, in the end, he did not close his slender fingers.

    Brian raised his eyebrows and stared at the little snake that climbed up his fingertips, the seventh alchemy experiment product, his most successful alchemy experiment product so far.

    There is nothing wrong except that I recognize someone else as the master.

    His beautiful peach eyes met the blood red eyes of the little snake.

    "You mean, when he matures, his bones will be more beautiful?"

    Brian squinted at the little dark green snake who was rubbing his small head against his fingertips in a pleasing manner, and his slender fingers tapped Cyril's white neck.

    The little snake twisted his body diligently in agreement.

    If Cyril sees its current posture, he will be surprised how a snake can express the meaning of "flattering" with its body.

    "Here. It makes sense."

    Brian thought of Cyril's naive, goofy, ignorant representation of the wizarding world.

    Like a kitten hopping on the brink of danger without knowing anything.

    He was suddenly pleased.

    Let him live another two or three years.

    Brian looked at Cyril's little face, which had not yet grown, and felt an inexplicable itch in his heart, as if he was lightly stepped on by a kitten's flesh pad.

    He was thinking about what this skeleton would look like in three years.

    Brian's beautiful peach eyes rose upward, like a child who had finally found a novel toy, and his eyes were full of interest.

    "However, it's a pity."

    Brian raised his eyebrows and put down his hands a little unwillingly.

    He looked at Cyril's body again.

    Then buried his head in his shoulders, soft white hair hanging down on Cyril's fair skin.

    Brian covered his delicate and beautiful collarbone and took a light breath, his deep eyes were unclear.

    As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared into the room.

    Cyril was still asleep, unaware.

    The gorgeous silver embroidered drapery above his head quietly fell to the bedside, the room was silent, everything was as it was before Brian appeared.

    Only the little snake Green knew what happened to the master who was sleeping here tonight, and how he used his ingenuity to mediate with the big devil to let the master escape.

    The next morning.

    It wasn't until the maid came to gently wake Cyril that he woke up from his deep sleep.

    Cyril glanced at the fine clock on the other side of the room.

    It is already ten thirty in the morning.

    He was a little surprised that he could sleep so deeply in a completely unfamiliar place.

    That dream last night…

    Cyril recalled what he dreamed in a daze last night, and involuntarily raised his hand and touched his neck and chest.

    He was a little puzzled.

    Why do you suddenly dream of being bitten by a dog? ? ?

    The author has something to say:

    Cyril: Why did I dream of being bitten by a dog last night? ? ?

    Green: Be confident and remove the "dream"!

    Brian: ?