After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

In stark contrast to the cold air, the warm body of the man behind him fits his back, exuding a strong enthusiasm.

Just as he was in a trance, Zuko had crossed the solid ground with the two of them.

It was like the sea water suddenly swept through the body, and the real world was gone.

They entered another whole new world - the undead world.

Different from Cyril's imagination, the ghost world filled with crying, grief and ghosts, the ghost world is unexpectedly peaceful, peaceful and colorful.

Cyril saw countless strange-shaped skeleton creatures floating in the air, like many different kinds of birds hovering with outstretched bones and feathered wings.

There is no doubt that Zok is still standing out among the flying creatures.

Zoke wandered over a towering castle on the top of a mountain for a while, and finally obeyed the master's will and prepared to land at the foot of the mountain.

Cyril looked at the undead world with great interest.

He found that in this novel world, except for the skeletons, which are pure white like snowflakes, the rest of the background and buildings are bright colors with high saturation.

It is like rolling green hills, green and green.

There is also a magnificent and majestic castle complex that stands on the top of the mountain.

After Zoke landed on the ground, Brian buckled Cyril's waist, jumped down gracefully, and landed steadily on the ground.

After Brian retracted his palm, his slender fingers rubbed lightly.

Cyril got off the roller coaster vehicle, his transparent feet stepped on the solid ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How does it feel to ride a dragon?"

Brian asked lightly.

He deliberately let Zok have a good time in the air.

"Dragon?!"

Cyril turned his head to look at Zok lying on the ground, that huge skeleton is indeed not something that ordinary creatures can have.

I didn't expect to achieve the achievement of "Dragon Knight"!

Cyril boldly touched the beautiful white bones of the bone dragon.

Cyril came back to his senses and couldn't help but stare at the sky with wide eyes.

"Simply put, the day and night of the undead world are not the same as the wizarding continent."

Brian caught a glimpse of Cyril staring at the crescent moon in the sky, and explained lightly.

"The undead world has no sun, only the moon. Most of the time, the moon is a crescent moon, which is not full, but it is peaceful and can emit light like sunlight. Call it day."

"And after 0:00 every day, the moon will turn into a blood-red full moon, and the carnival of the undead will begin."

His ending was soft, even with a hint of joy.

Orgy?

The carnival of the dead?

Sounds like a large-scale dance scene where a group of demons dances, which is very exciting.

Cyril blinked.

At this time, a skeleton skeleton in a neat uniform came over.

The reason why it can be seen that this is a skeleton skeleton, because its neck, palms, and head exposed outside the clothes are all white bones.

Cyril found that he could vaguely see the attitudes and emotions of these skeletons in the fire of their souls.

He looked at the skeleton man in front of him quietly, and saw the other person salute Mr. Scott respectfully, the blue soul fire in his eyes was very calm, but it implied a trace of admiration and admiration. admire.

This skeleton was followed by several skeletons.

Their soul fire is similar to that of Zoke, flickering and flickering, quite excited.

They pulled a carriage of four white skeleton horses.

This carriage is not the magical wizard carriage Cyril has seen before, but an open-top sightseeing carriage.

The seat on the carriage is just right for two people sitting side by side.

Cyril silently followed Mr. Scott into the carriage and watched the carriage pass through a large rose garden.

The color of the rose here is more and more coquettish, red like a burning flame.

Cyril saw Mr. Scott beckon casually, and the carriage stopped suddenly.

The skeleton coachman driving the carriage ran into the rose garden, folded the budding delicate rose that Cyril had just been keeping his eyes on with great precision, and handed it over to the rose garden. into the hands of Mr. Scott.

Brian hooked his lips, his slender fingers held the bright red rose and handed it to Cyril.

Alas! ?

For me! ?

Cyril suddenly opened a pair of clear almond eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, his forehead twitched, and the soft hair on his head shook involuntarily.

Cyril felt as if his little heart had been pinched lightly, and a complex emotion filled his heart.

Does Mr. Scott know what it means to send roses to others?

Or is he a new apprentice wizard?

Giving roses is what a macho should do now? !

Cyril was hesitating whether to reach out and take this beautiful budding rose, when Mr. Scott suddenly withdrew his hand.

"Ah, I forgot, this little rose has thorns."

Brian said lightly.

Although a small magic spell can make the fine thorns on the entire rose stem disappear, but he did not use magic, but reached out and slowly removed the thorns one by one.

"It's fine now."

Brian's eyes flashed with a hint of undisturbed interest.

"Pull out all the thorns, and it is a beautiful little rose that is well-behaved, isn't it?"

Cyril nodded hesitantly.

He thought to himself: Mr. Scott's current behavior is the content of tonight's teaching! ?

Cyril raised his eyes and glanced at Mr. Scott, who seemed to be in good spirits, and concluded in his heart: This should remind him to pay attention to safety when going out and not to be confused by beautiful things.

Ok, got it!

Cyril then saw Mr. Scott hand him the rose with the thorns removed.

He took the little rose and blinked.

This budding rose was dug out of the ground before it grew up, the thorns were pulled out, and the chance of survival was lost, and there was no chance of even blooming. Weirdly pitiful.

Cyril suddenly thought of a little spell demonstrated by Professor Robin Antonio in the Charms class, and his eyes lit up.

He held his wand, the tip of the wand pointing at the little rose in the other hand.

"The flowers bloom."

Cyril whispered.

This is not a complicated spell, not to mention that it only works on a single flower in front of me, Cyril's current magic is sufficient.

The rose in his hand seemed to be awakened by morning dew, and Shi Shiran stretched out the delicate petals.

The blooming roses exude an elegant fragrance, and there are a few crystal clear dewdrops on the petals, adding a bit of delicacy.

Cyril flashed in his mind for a while the eight-character motto "Give a person a rose, and the hand has a lingering fragrance."

He handed this rose to Mr. Scott in a flash.

Thank you Mr. Scott for your constant care!

"For you."

Cyril raised a pure smile and his voice was soft.

He didn't know how well-behaved he was when he said this, like a sweet little cake, full of ticklish sweetness from head to toe.

A pair of black and white almond eyes glowing, as if falling into the sky full of stars.

Brian was silent for a moment, his eyes darkened.

His gaze slid inch by inch from Cyril's fair face, and finally landed on the delicate rose blooming in his hand.

He smiled lowly, his **** Adam's apple rolling.

Brian stretched out his hand and pinched the edge of the rose petals in a leisurely manner.

A sudden destructive and possessive desire gathered in his chest, rolled, and penetrated all the way to his fingertips.

"Then I'll take it."

Brian took the rose, and his cool fingers touched Cyril's palm unintentionally.

"You gave it to me."

He said solemnly, with a quirky smile in his silky and elegant tone.

Cyril didn't quite understand how it was so easy to send flowers casually, and now the scene suddenly became serious as if the two heads of state were changing positions.

But in order to cooperate with Mr. Scott's sudden emotional change, he also tried his best to restrain his smile and nodded solemnly.

Yes, the roses you picked for me, I am now giving them back to you.

Thinking of this, Cyril shyly retracted his fingers.

He suddenly had a strange delusion—he behaved like a scumbag who borrowed flowers to offer Buddha.

But Cyril soon didn't have the time to delve into the sudden and strange delusion.

The carriage has entered the town where the undead gather.

The skeletons and skeleton creatures on the streets suddenly increased.

Some skeleton people wear all kinds of fancy clothes, while others are naked, with a single white skeleton skeleton.

They are in a hurry, coming and going, as if they are making careful preparations for some important event.

Cyril thought of the "zero o'clock carnival" mentioned by Mr. Scott before, and he asked the system in his mind: [System, how long until zero? ]

[Half an hour. 】

The system is transformed into an emotionless time-telling machine, the sound is smooth and without waves, and it is never talkative.

When Cyril was alone with the head of the academy, it never made a sound, but silently pretended not to exist.

Eating melons in the front row, bah, isn’t it delicious to eat dog food in the front row?

Cyril found that the skeletons on the road would salute in the direction of their carriages, with a gesture of respect like a subject respecting the monarch.

Of course he wouldn't think that the flashing soul fire of these people was because he saw himself. It seems that Mr. Scott's status in the world of the dead is unexpectedly high, Cyril pondered in his heart.

The carriage came to the center of a square and stopped.

"Come on, let's see how much undead you can attract."

Brian showed Cyril the simplest spell to summon the undead - "Undead Mind".

Wizards and apprentices who are new to undead magic have to practice this spell to perfection again and again, and only have a slim chance to feel the subtle connection between themselves and the undead world.

You must know that the wizard who can enter the world of the undead is not an ordinary wizard.

Most ordinary necromancers can only try to hook up with a ghost outside the undead world.

It's like fishing in the sea, whether you can catch one or two fish depends on the situation.

In contrast, Cyril was taken directly to the world of the dead.

This progress is a thousand miles away!

But who told him to stand beside him a great wizard with overwhelming strength, who made the undead bow their heads, and the skeletons dare not have any ideas, what should they do?

The magic rune of "Undead Mind" is not difficult, and Cyril himself is also a dark element affinity, so he adapts well in this undead world where there is only one magical element of dark element.

He tried the first time, failed, and felt nothing.

Cyril was not discouraged and went on to try a second time.

He could vaguely feel a bright yellow soul fire not far away shaking.

When Cyril tried "Undead Mind" for the third time, his consciousness was linked with the bright yellow soul fire.

However, the other party seemed to be very vigilant, took a step or two, and stepped back abruptly.

Cyril mobilized his mental power to control this connection, trying to convey his thoughts of calling it over and over again.

Perhaps it was his sincerity that finally moved the other party, and Cyril could feel the bright yellow soul fire getting closer and closer to him.

The next moment, a skeleton kitten with only two slaps jumped into Cyril's arms sensitively, and consciously found a comfortable position to lie down.

In the kitten's eye socket, the bright yellow soul trembled and trembled, as if making a "meow meow meow" sound.

Cyril was stunned for a moment, looked up at Mr. Scott, and asked uncertainly, "Did I succeed?"

Brian raised his eyebrows and looked at the skeleton kitten who was happily rolling in Cyril's arms, his eyes darkened.

"Success."

He said nonchalantly, while raising his hand and holding the white bone at the neck of the kitten, he threw it out unceremoniously.

The skeleton kitten felt the unpleasant aura of this man, if it still had hair, it must have exploded.

It smartly knew that it would be closed when it was good, and ran away with short white bones.

Damn! scared scared...

"Good."

Brian saw that the skeleton kitten disappeared, and he felt a lot more comfortable in the picture in front of him, and added a light sentence.

He wanted to teach Cyril how to contract undead after he successfully summoned an undead creature.

It now seems that it is better to wait for Little Rose to successfully summon a undead that he is satisfied with.

In the next time, Cyril tried the "Undead Mind" spell over and over again, and saw all kinds of strange skeleton creatures.

These little creatures all wanted to rub against him without exception, and the souls of various colors were shaking with fire, as if they wanted to kiss and hug and hold them high.

Cyril saw that the man beside him was getting more and more indifferent, and his heart sank.

With Mr. Scott's high standards and strict requirements, he should have successfully summoned a skeleton person to meet the standard.

Can't let Mr. Wizard down the first time!

So, Cyril did not rush to use the "Undead Mind" spell, but observed the skeleton people passing by, trying to find the difference between their soul fire and those undead creatures.

He vaguely felt something, so he used "Undead Mind" again.

This time, a skeleton man in a white chef's uniform finally arrived.

It came to the carriage and stopped.

Cyril let out a sigh of relief, finally not having another little guy who jumped into his arms all at once.

Mr. Scott should be satisfied now?

He looked up at each other.

The author has something to say: Cyril: Dog man, are you satisfied with what you see?