After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Cuckoo! It looks like—your new creation failed again! Dear Sir Brian."

An owl in the form of a gray fog gracefully rests on a gorgeous wooden frame, but the words that come out of its mouth are not polite.

The owl tilted its fluffy head and fluttered its wings, and with its long aria, it looked extra funny.

"Shut up, stupid."

A low and hoarse male voice sounded.

This voice was very soft, inaudible in the huge laboratory, but it made the fierce-looking owl suddenly silence, quickly folded its wings, and was as cute as a quail.

This is a very spacious and gorgeous laboratory.

The floor is covered with immaculate luxury floor tiles, and the dazzling galaxy shines on the ceiling above, like a dream.

The lab is littered with expensive and rare materials.

There is a cabinet in the corner worth thousands of Wu Jing's precious spiritual potions. If any wizard apprentice with red eyes sees it, he will only take a breath of shock.

However, in this laboratory, the most striking thing is the handsome man in the elegant wizard's robe.

[The seventh experiment failed. 】

The man leaned lazily on the soft couch, a slender and powerful hand holding a valuable fringed quill, writing this on the flat parchment suspended in the air In a word.

The beautifully scribbled squiggles on the parchment, intertwined with each other, look from a distance like very slender, nimble little black snakes.

"Huh. Damn alchemy."

Brian snorted lightly, his elegant male voice was cold and low, like a poisonous snake winding past his ears, making his back sweaty.

His handsome face was gloomy.

Seven times.

This is his greatest patience.

If he hadn't made a bet with the **** dark wizard cursed by Merlin, as a rare necromancer, he wouldn't have studied this remote and unpopular alchemy.

Although he does have good research potential - he has a huge amount of witch crystals that can carry out a lot of money-burning experiments.

But now he doesn't need it either.

It is not enough to have a powerful magic that is beyond the reach of others.

Brian snapped his fingers slowly, as if he were directing a banquet for the dead.

A cluster of beautiful and dazzling blue flames suddenly rose up and appeared out of thin air on the huge exquisite stone platform in the center of the laboratory.

There is no deviation, it is as rigorous as taking a ruler to measure in detail, and it does not go beyond the edge of the stone platform.

No spells, no wands - easy for an overly powerful wizard.

Blue flames greedily licked the complex magic circle drawn on the surface of the stone platform with the precious Mous ink worth fifty witch crystals.

The color of the thick black ink gradually became lighter, and the flames swelled a lot as if they were sated, and the color also changed from peacock blue to sapphire blue, which was richer and deeper.

Suddenly, the blue flame swaying cheerfully stagnated for a moment, and then continued to sway as if nothing had happened.

This small pause is fleeting.

Brian narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was no other extra action.

The flames on the stone platform suddenly went out, silently, just like when they appeared.

"Cuckoo!"

As if the gray fog owl was aware of it, one flapped its wings and flew to the man's shoulder.

"Maybe, you'll have a companion, Zoe."

Brian casually teased and approached the stone platform calmly.

"Of course, if it's a little smarter than your brain."

What the handsome wizard thought, he clicked.

The luxurious wizard robes made a breeze as he walked.

"Gugu! Companion? Can I eat? Is it delicious?"

Brian glanced at Zooey the owl on his shoulder with disgust, and then moved his gaze to the stone platform with faint traces of Mous ink.

He ignored the product of the failure of the first experiment - an owl whose shape was unstable and whose brain was full of food.

But for the sake of his first experiment, in order to compare with the later experimental products, he still kept the **** owl.

Unexpectedly, the self-proclaimed great wizard never thought that the products of his alchemy experiments would be worse than once.

A flamingo with a missing foot; a unicorn with two horns on its head;

Their final destination was melted into a bottle of bone erosion potion worth two hundred and fifty witch crystals.

Thinking of this unpleasant, beyond his control, Brian's face sank and his eyes darkened.

A map as fine as a spider's web.

If a well-informed wizard sees it, he will find that this is a map of the entire wizarding plane.

In the corner of the edge of the dense map, a black dot is flashing desperately.

"The foggy forest of Atlantis..."

Brian was thoughtful, he tapped the flashing black dot with his fingertips, and the industrious little black dot disappeared quietly as if he had completed his mission.

The map composed of ink marks is gradually disappearing from the black dot.

"Cuckoo! Atlantis! Sounds far away!"

Zoe couldn't help but said again, "Sir Brian, are you going to go far?"

Going far?

Sounds good too.

Staying in the wizard's tower is no fun, the stupid and timid wizard apprentices in the academy can't stand to toss at all.

Despite this thought, the handsome face of the young wizard tower owner showed a bit of childish wicked pleasure after a successful prank.

Maybe you can find some fun in Atlantis, Brian pondered in his heart, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He strode into the inner room, and when he came out again, it was already a different look.

Slim fit and luxurious suits outline his sturdy figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the sculptural perfect lines are eye-catching.

Smooth white blond hair draped lazily on her shoulders, and a pair of dark blue peach eyes on her handsome face are deep and charming, like blue waves in the sun.

The monocle on his right eye added a gentle and mysterious temperament to him.

Who has met a handsome and elegant gentleman?

"Tell Christina that Chief Scott is on a trip."

Brian glanced at Zoe the owl flutteringly, he rubbed the thin silver chain of the monocle, and said to himself: "Maybe I can also bring back some fresh small items for the college by the way. lamb."

"Cuckoo! Zoe is going to tell Wizard Christina that Mr. Brian is going to a long trip to recruit students to the academy as Scott's chief wizard apprentice."

Zoe kept repeating these words, and the little gray mist flew straight to the floor from under her feet.

Immediately after, it slammed into the floor hard, and the gray fog body bounced upwards like jelly.

But Zooey flew towards the gorgeous floor again before Brian frowned.

This time, it successfully passed through, so close to not hearing the cold snort of the young great wizard.

Brian, no, now it should be said that the young and promising chief wizard apprentice named Claude Scott glanced at the scene downstairs through the monocle, and then disappeared in place.

***

Atlantis.

A border town called Cotswood is adjacent to the "famous" Smoky Moon Forest.

The reason why it is said to be "famous" is that the foggy forest has contributed many terrifying bedtime stories to the children of Atlantis.

Of course, ordinary people will not blindly step into this legendary dangerous forest, but for the passionate adventurers, the foggy moon forest in the poems sung by the bards is their place the holy place.

The foggy moon forest under the bright moonlight is shrouded in a mysterious color.

A corner of the foggy forest.

A tall 15- or 16-year-old boy lay quietly on the ground, as if asleep.

The surrounding tall trees cast dark shadows on the overgrown ground, ghastly like a ghost.

A fine crossbow arrow was scattered around the boy. Under the tree not far away, there was a poor gray rabbit who had been pierced by an arrow and died not long ago.

If you look closer, you will find that there is a small dark green snake on the pale face of the young man.

Thumb-thick little snake stretches out a flexible snake letter from time to time to gently lick the boy's cheek.

There is an extremely thin hole under the boy's left eye, and bright red blood is continuously seeping out.

As soon as the small pearl-like blood beads appeared, they were immediately licked clean by the little snake.

Until the horizon turns white, the morning sun rises, and the clear golden light pierces the gloomy twilight.

Blood no longer appeared under the boy's left eye, but slowly condensed into a delicate tear mole, adorning the corner of his eye.

The child came alive.

As if feeling the temperature of the sun, the boy's hand hanging by his side moved slightly, and the thick and slender eyelashes shook slightly like butterfly wings.

The little snake glanced at the boy alertly, and then slowly crawled into the boy's chest pocket.

Cyril woke up with a pain in his head, as if someone was hammering something into his mind with a heavy hammer.

There are people chattering, like a fierce quarrel, and like a swarm of bees buzzing.

It was like a terrifying scream of panic and despair came from a very distant place through a thick layer of fog.

Inexplicably, he was a little worried.

After waiting for a while, Cyril finally recovered from this uncomfortable dizziness, and found that his limbs were stiff, and even the blood seemed to stagnate.

He vaguely remembered that he had just finished reviewing the complete works of "Harry Potter", and was sent over by the system as if he were going to the market.

Cyril sat up slowly, rubbed her sore arm, and slowly looked around.

The surrounding ancient trees are towering, and the luxuriant trees wantonly show their exuberant vitality.

Sunlight leaked to the ground through the gaps between the branches and leaves, putting a warm color on this wild-looking forest.

"Is this—a forbidden forest?".

Cyril stood up and looked around carefully.

This forbidden forest seems to be different from the description in the book, and it is also different from what he imagined, he murmured in a low voice.

Wait! This is not right!

Cyril shook his head.

Why was it put directly into the forbidden forest? ? ?

He clearly remembers how many dangerous and magical creatures there are in the Forbidden Forest, and even the official wizards can't deal with them in the novel!

Cyril's heart suddenly lifted.

He bent over to pick up the crossbow arrow that fell on the ground and held it in his hand, while thinking in his heart, should this identity be a young hunter?

How come there are hunters in the forbidden forest?

Which hunter who is not afraid of death wants to go hunting in the forbidden forest?

Cyril looked down at his clothes.

He was wearing a pair of grey linen trousers, and over his feet were ragged, ill-fitting leather shoes, which were made of coarse leather and tied tightly around his legs with muslin.

These shoes are at least three sizes too big, Cyril muttered helplessly.

He was also wearing a wide short-sleeved jacket, and the sackcloth shirt under the jacket looked heavy and dirty, stained with mud, weeds, and even dried dark blood. Not the original color.

He also wears a pair of heavy old protective gear on his arms.

Suddenly, something swayed in the jacket pocket on his chest, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and felt something cold lick his warm fingers gently.

This cold and smooth touch made him involuntarily think of a not so friendly creature.

Cyril's expression froze, and the hand in his pocket trembled slightly.

The author has something to say:

"Forbidden Forest" is a place name that appears in "Harry Potter", just understand it as "dangerous forest"!