After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    The huge body of the steam train began to move slowly.

    Cyril could see the white smoke billowing from the front of the car.

    The steam train was not very fast at first.

    But as the sound of "bang bang bang bang" came one after another, the train began to speed up, and then drove forward at an extraordinary speed.

    The grass and trees outside the window were blurred phantoms.

    Cyril stared at the fleeting scenery outside the window, and then he looked back, also took a newspaper from the shelf and read it.

    This is a newly released newspaper today, the local "Today Post" in Philadelphia, with a strong smell of ink.

    The content of newspapers in this era has been very colorful.

    There is a section introducing the latest fashion trends in the capital, an exclusive interview with a new congressman, and even some strange rumors happening in Philadelphia and the latest creation of the bard psalm.

    Cyril carefully searched the newspapers, but did not see any news similar to "The Earl of Abraham received the wizard solemnly".

    The next time, he simply closed his eyes and began to meditate.

    Meals in first class are also very good.

    The Chinese food is Macaroni with Cheese, Lamb Risotto and Spicy Crayfish Soup.

    Dinner Cyril ordered fish and chips, apple salad and shortbread with sugar sauce from the menu.

    I have to say that the sugar sauce shortcake is soft and delicious, and Cyril is satisfied.

    In the evening, they entered their own private rooms to sleep.

    A small room of about eight square meters.

    The soft bed is covered with a clean quilt, next to a vertical wooden cabinet for luggage and clothes, and a small round table and a long sofa on the other side.

    Cyril went to the public bathroom to wash briefly.

    He met Lords Webb, they smiled at each other, and said goodnight to each other when they parted.

    Cyril returned to the room and glanced at the blurry view of darkness outside the window.

    He closed the curtains and slowly climbed into bed.

    The quilt is fluffy and soft, making you feel at ease both physically and mentally.

    The temperature at night was a bit low, and there was a hint of chill in the air.

    Cyril pulled the quilt to his chin, revealing only a small half of his white cheeks, he closed his eyes gently.

    Accompanied by the sound of the steam train "bang bang bang bang", Cyril unknowingly fell asleep.

    He had a bizarre dream.

    Cyril dreamed that he had successfully entered the fascinated Hogwarts wizarding school.

    However, he didn't know anything when he suddenly switched classes. The first class was a very difficult potions class.

    While in confinement, Cyril was tasked with skinning a pile of dead tree snakes.

    He was clumsily operating, and the little snake Green suddenly emerged from the pile of tree snake corpses, and the slender body slid outside quickly.

    Cyril chased the little snake Green to the forbidden forest outside the castle, and then lost his way unexpectedly.

    While he was running around in the forbidden forest, he suddenly heard some small noises.

    He held his breath and looked towards the source of the sound.

    It was a man wearing a black feather cloak studded with silver threads and dark patterns.

    He is tall and tall, and because of the hood, most of his face is hidden in the shadows and cannot be seen clearly.

    The cool moonlight shines on his exposed jawline.

    The man stood leisurely under the desolate trees with fallen leaves, dark boots wrapped around his slender and powerful calves.

    When he saw what was under his feet, Cyril suddenly widened his eyes.

    A pile of skeleton skeletons scattered horizontally under the man's feet.

    His clean leather boots were crushed on the fresh white bone, making the sound of broken bones cracking.

    Cyril's hand hanging by his side could not help clenching the hem of his clothes.

    He was as quiet as a quail, not daring to make the slightest sound.

    However, the man's eyes still passed through the layers of vegetation and fell on him accurately.

    Cyril could feel a hint of malicious play in his eyes.

    The man turned his head slightly, the velvet black hood silently slipped down, revealing his handsome face.

    Cyril's pupil trembled, and his heart froze.

    It's Mr. Scott!

    At this time, the wizard looked at him with eyes like dark night, which made the hair stand up.

    The next moment, Scott's figure suddenly appeared in front of Cyril from a distance, close at hand.

    Cyril wanted to step back, but his body did not obey him at all and could not move.

    He looked at Mr. Scott and let out an indiscernible chuckle, and then the other man stretched out his cold fingers to lift his chin.

    Cyril felt that he was like a cat with fried fur at this moment, his whole body was tense, and a dangerous intuition was circling wildly in his mind.

    Finally grabbed his neck.

    "It's beautiful..." Mr. Scott's deep voice was hoarse.

    Cyril didn't hear the next words clearly, and suddenly woke up from this absurd dream.

    He sat on the bed with lingering fears.

    Dream that Mr. Scott wanted to kill himself.

    At this time, the bright sunlight outside the window has been shining into the room through the curtains.

    The surrounding movement also became clear.

    The sound of the train running, the sound of other boxes opening and closing doors outside, and the sound of rustling people talking.

    Cyril raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.

    He got out of bed and opened the curtains, and stared at the sunlight outside the window for a while before driving the strange dream out of his mind.

    But because of this inexplicable dream, he was a little listless all day.

    Fortunately, Cyril heard Warren Abraham say that the capital will arrive in the afternoon.

    For some reason, the boy suddenly became enthusiastic about himself after getting on the train.

    Cyril didn't know that Warren Abraham, who was thinking about it, recalled it carefully, and then compared it with his heart, and felt that the relationship between Cyril and the wizard was a bit subtle... ambiguous.

    And it's the wizard's one-sided...? ? ?

    Warren noticed yesterday that during lunch and dinner, the wizard kept his eyes on Cyril.

    And then I involuntarily ate a few more caramel puddings to observe him.

    Warren Abraham gave Cyril a mixed look.

    In any case, Warren decided to "curve the country to save the country", starting with Cyril.

    Growing up in a complicated family, he has seen the power of "pillow wind".

    In the afternoon, four young nobles stood on the last stand in front of the capital.

    As soon as they entered the carriage, the arrogant aristocratic young man walking in front glanced at Brian and suddenly walked towards him.

    The author has something to say:

    Many years later, Warren Abraham wrote in his memoirs: "I had a brilliant eye..."