After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Brian gave a low laugh, looked down at Cyril, his eyes focused.

He suddenly thought of three years ago when the wizard apprentice graded trial, in that fantasy, Cyril mercilessly inserted a sharp knife into the side of his neck.

Brian leaned down with interest, put his lips close to Cyril's ear and asked, "Do you want to kill me with your own hands? Dear Cyril?"

Cyril suddenly recalled the blurred illusion he entered during the first wizard apprentice grading trial.

I have to say that Mr. Scott in the fantasy was indeed killed by himself...

He blinked a little guilty and shook his head sincerely.

"Okay, then let's find the exit of the secret realm."

Brian saw his face, thought of something, and hooked his lips.

He took Cyril's hand to his lips and kissed his fingertips ambiguous.

Yes! There is also a secret exit!

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he didn't pay attention to each other's small movements for a while.

How come he forgot that, in addition to getting out of the secret realm through the wristband after being killed, the apprentice wizard can also find the exit and take the initiative to leave here.

The target was determined, and the two soon found clues under a tall and green plane tree.

There is a teleportation array hidden underground, which is the closest secret realm teleportation point to them.

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"Ah! The last two wizard apprentices are out! Huh? Together? Not attacking each other?!"

A staff member of the Wizarding Union hurriedly recorded on the parchment responsible for registration.

"Two, please show your bracelets, I have to register your points and take them down by the way."

After the wizard finished speaking, he glanced at the value on Cyril's wristband in surprise, then glanced at Brian's wristband, and could not help but take a breath.

"Very good! Very good! Please get your S-class wizard apprentice record form over there."

He suppressed the shock in his heart and said dryly.

"Congratulations to our first and second place!"

A red-haired witch who was in charge of registering the classification of wizard apprentices gave Cyril a smile.

Her gaze stayed on Cyril for a while, and suddenly made a sudden realization: "Ah! It's you! Little guy! You were the only S-rank apprentice of the last class! "

The red-haired witch's voice sounded a little interested.

Cyril met her piercing gaze and nodded a little embarrassedly.

He found that the attention of everyone around him seemed to be focused on him, and his boyfriend seemed to have become a transparent person.

A college chief who is so tall and handsome! No one seems to have seen it!

Cyril registered the results of his own wizard apprentice grading trial—of course, he was still an S-level wizard apprentice, while wondering if Mr. Scott secretly used something to hide himself the spell.

Cyril stared at the red-haired witch carefully, and saw that she had stamped Claude Scott's registration form with a white seal with an "S" letter pattern as usual, not much say what.

He suppressed the question for the time being, intending to continue to ask after leaving here.

There are more important things now.

"Shall we go to Brewster first?"

Cyril raised his eyes to the handsome man beside him and suggested.

"Let Wizard Org repair your body as soon as possible."

Cyril added in a low voice, and the lowered voice gave him an unusually soft temperament.

Seeing what Little Rose looked like now, Brian couldn't help but want to bow his head and kiss him.

"Okay, let's go to Brewster."

His voice was calm, with a hint of reassurance, and his tone was unhurried.

"Hurry up."

Brian hugged Cyril and began to move in space according to the location of the map.

Although the long-distance space transfer is fatal to the wizard's magic power consumption, but after several space transfers, Brian still looks effortless.

When they finally stopped, what appeared in front of Cyril was a sea of ​​lavender flowers.

The deep and shallow purple waves sway gently, romantic and sober.

At first glance, Cyril thought he had returned to the secret realm of grading trials.

Thinking that Wizard Ogg said that the Brewster wizard's favorite is lavender, Cyril was overjoyed, and it seemed that it was here.

He was about to walk into this sea of ​​lavender flowers to look for traces, when Mr. Scott hugged him lightly and flashed to the side.

With a loud "bang-" sound, a large pit several meters in size appeared where Cyril was just standing.

Even the turf on the ground was blasted into small pieces, looking extremely miserable.

"Good skills...this is more interesting...oh...and two little bugs...how did you find them here..."

Cyril opened his eyes wide and heard a hoarse and cold voice.

The sound was like an old gramophone stuck by something, making it uncomfortable and terrifying.

Not to mention the unrestrained disgusting excitement in the voice.

"Ah... it's you..."

Cyril now has a headache hearing this reminiscence.

He looked down the source of the sound and saw a tall man with a black hood.

From the end of the man's wide wizard's robe sleeves, his withered hands can be vaguely seen, like wrinkled tree bark, or a puckered corpse.

"I remember you... beautiful white soul..."

Cyril frowned.

Brian's scrutiny glanced over the black-robed man.

He snorted suddenly, and the dark blue eyes hidden behind the monocle became thick ink.

This man really makes his memory fresh.

Before Cyril hadn't reacted, he saw that his boyfriend seemed to be sick again, his aura suddenly became fierce, and his eyes became thick black.

In an instant, Brian resolutely threw out a few curses with an ominous cold light.

I saw one after another of strong chains intertwined like fine cobwebs, firmly imprisoning the black-robed man.

Cyril could vaguely hear the sound of gouging out the bones.

His heart sank, and he had an inexplicable bad premonition.

Cyril's eyelids jumped, his heart thumped, and there was a sudden panic, feeling that there was a secret that had to be revealed in advance before the time came.

"This means..."

The man in black robe struggled to raise his head, revealing a wrinkled, mask-like weird face under the black hood.

To Cyril's astonishment, the face was covered with traces of the abyss he had seen in himself.

The distorted dark lines spread on the exposed skin of this person, and it seems to be a little different when you look closely.

There are dense black dots on the dark texture.

"It was you... Brian..."

The hoarse voice had a sinister smile.

"Long time no see...Claude Bryan...my good nephew..."

Cyril took a breath, and his mind suddenly turned blank.

Brian...? ?

Brian?

Cyril's mind suddenly flashed many strange places he had overlooked before.

It's like a messy thread has been pulled off the key knots, and those unclear places have been untied one by one.

Cyril felt like his brain was like a brass machine that started to turn again after being oiled, and the details in his memories were like countless rusted gears, one after another. .

Why Dean Brian gave himself an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he first met; why Mr. Scott's spiritual power and magic power are so high, far beyond the average ordinary wizard apprentice; Why is the other party so good at Dean Brian's iconic undead magic, and has an unusually high status in Snowberg Wizarding Academy...

Countless complicated thoughts were circling in his mind.

Cyril felt a little dry in his throat, as if a block of ice had slipped into his stomach.

The other party has been hiding the truth, is it deliberately wearing two vests to make fun of himself...

So, in his eyes, is his confession just fun to relieve boredom when he is bored?

Thinking of this possibility, Cyril lowered his eyes, feeling a tightness in his chest and a little breathless.

After the black robe wizard finished speaking, he suffered another spell.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

He was tied with chains and fell to the ground twitching, but he was still laughing horribly.

The chain on his body tightened more and more, and the ground was slowly stained with scarlet blood.

"You talk too much."

His voice sounded very calm, as if saying "the weather is so nice today", but there was a chill that penetrated his back.

This person infected by the abyss is Mr. Scott's relative?

He is a dark wizard wanted by the Wizarding League?

Why did this dark wizard come here?

Cyril silently watched the confrontation between the two in front of him, and suddenly felt an unprecedented confusion.

He had to admit that although Mr. Scott initially attracted him with his mighty strength and graceful bearing, he was indeed bewitched by the danger and mystery hidden in his bones.

Like a rose, bewildered by a rare golden butterfly.

This confusion of Cyril was mixed with other emotions such as unease and anger that kept popping up, colliding and fermenting with each other.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Although the man in black robe was suppressed on the ground, he still laughed arrogantly.

Brian stepped forward, his clean leather boots silently stepping on the pool of scarlet blood on the ground, splashing blood.

His eyes were filled with calm madness.