MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 51

As soon as Cyril walked in front of the gate, an owl in the form of grey mist fluttered its wings, and passed through the gate like a small cannonball.

Before he had time to back off or dodge, the owl slammed into Cyril's arms.

The owl hit Cyril and bounced out a little, trying to balance itself in the air, and then landed on Cyril's shoulder.

"Cuckoo! Good evening, Mr. Lawrence!"

Owl Zooey tilted her head and greeted.

"Uh... good evening, Mr. Zoe."

Cyril turned his head sideways and blinked at it.

He stared at Zooey the owl's chubby, round face that looked fierce and round, thinking of its various behaviors and cute attributes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

Dean Brian's pet is unexpectedly cute!

"Cuckoo! Come on, Mr. Lawrence! B... Chief Scott is already waiting for you inside."

Owl Zooey raised her fluffy chin and said slowly in a long tone.

Cyril learned to recall what Mr. Liscott had done last time, and tentatively placed his hand in the center of the circular magic circle on the gate.

The magic circle was running, and the door opened.

As soon as Cyril entered the door, he saw the head of the academy, whom he had not seen for a long time.

Mr. Scott was sitting on the sofa, looking down at a thick leather book spread out on his lap, white-blond hair hanging loosely on his forehead.

A black wizard robe could not hide his handsome figure.

Although the other party's attitude is lazy and casual, the dangerous aura that can't be ignored still blows.

Aware of Cyril's arrival, Brian's slender fingers casually closed the book in his hand, and the book disappeared into the air.

His eyes circled Cyril's little white face.

Cyril raised his eyes to meet Mr. Scott's gaze, and for a moment he seemed to see black and gold eyes similar to Dean Brian.

But when he blinked again, it was clear that Mr. Scott's dark blue peach eyes were in his field of vision.

There is an elegant soul in those eyes, like a deep blue sea that can drown people.

"Good evening, Mr. Scott."

Cyril felt a little messy for a while, he just felt that he saw Dean Brian on Mr. Scott.

While clearing his mind, he approached the handsome Mr. Wizard.

"Good evening, Little Cyril."

Brian smiled at Cyril with a very leisurely tone.

He admired the dazed appearance of Little Rose with satisfaction, and then stood up slowly.

When the other party came to him, Cyril immediately felt the indescribable sense of oppression brought by Mr. Scott's tall stature.

He puffed up his cheeks quietly, and made up his mind to drink an extra glass of milk with every meal in the future! Hurry up and grow taller!

Brian waved his hand, and an exquisite magic scroll flew from the table next to him.

Cyril has been reading a lot of common sense books about the wizarding continent in the library these two weeks.

When he saw the magic scroll, his eyes lit up slightly.

The book said that magic scrolls inherited from ancient wizards are generally more expensive, and are usually used to store some large-scale magic that requires long-term singing and spelling, so that wizards can enhance their combat effectiveness in an instant.

At present, the most commonly used and best-selling magic scroll is the magic scroll of fixed-point space transfer.

After all, the space transfer needs to consume a huge amount of magic power. The farther the space transfer is, the higher the requirements for the wizard's magic power and level.

And there is an upper limit to the distance of the space transfer.

Although the book does not specify what the upper limit distance is, Cyril understands it.

Otherwise, why do wizards need to take various airships and cruise ships to Whalefall Island and other continents?

It looks like they might be going somewhere far tonight.

Cyril was a little nervous, but more excited and looking forward to it.

He watched Mr. Scott slowly and gracefully open the scroll of magic.

"Get ready, we're going."

There was a hint of confusion in Brian's voice.

He naturally stretched out his hand to embrace Cyril, and at the same time activated the magic scroll with huge magic power.

Cyril only saw that the magic scroll was instantly shrouded in a black mist, and on the blank scroll, there was a spider-like hexagram magic formation.

Immediately afterwards, a sense of dizziness struck like lightning.

The next moment, Cyril felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.

The cold wind brushed his cheeks mercilessly, trying to get into his sleeves.

Cyril slowed down and opened his eyes, staring at the dark, ominous land in front of him.

Under the cold moonlight, the shadows cast by the surrounding trees are like ferocious ghosts.

Cyril shivered subconsciously.

This is… a cemetery.

of fear.

Cyril looked up at Mr. Scott who was standing beside him.

The handsome face of the other party was indistinct in the shadows, but unexpectedly gave Cyril a sense of security.

"So, what do I need to learn?"

Cyril said softly, his voice soft as a newborn kitten.

As if worried that the louder the sound, the sleeping residents of the cemetery would jump up and accuse him of disturbing the people in the middle of the night.

Brian lowered his eyes and glanced at Cyril's calm expression, regretting that Little Rose accepted it so quickly.

He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, and said lazily, "Yes, undead magic."

Suddenly, Brian felt a subtle movement in the shadow not far away.

He cast a fluttering glance, and instantly restrained the breath and magic of his body, with a playful smile on his face.

Cyril pricked up his ears to listen to Mr. Scott's teaching, but he didn't expect that there would be no more after he said that.

He froze for a moment, his big apricot eyes a little confused.

Cyril racked his brains trying to grasp what Mr. Scott meant now.

Does he want him to observe and discover something?

But he could only feel the gloomy and decadent smell in the surrounding air.

Cyril's eyes passed over a pale tombstone under the moonlight, the cold and hard ground with bumps and bumps, and looked at the old trees with their claws and claws in the distance.

Wait... something seemed to quiver in the bushes.

Cyril froze, clenched the wand in his hand, and quickly sifted out the spells suitable for attacking in his mind.

A dark figure in the distance suddenly jumped out of the bushes. It was moving very fast, and it seemed that it was about to rush to Cyril and the two in a blink of an eye.

This is a humanoid creature with wrinkled black skin that can walk on its own.

But it is more like a standing amphibian than a human, with fine, disgusting bumps on its curved back.

Cyril could see the sharp teeth in its open mouth, as if it could easily pierce his skin.

"The Arrow of Corruption!"

Cyril calmly waved his wand, focusing the effect of the spell on the strange creature's extra-bulging eyeballs.

He taught himself a quick spell in the library, and three arrows of corruption flew towards the creature's eyes and nose.

However, this thing is very flexible, it turned sideways and dodged.

"Fire!"

Cyril turned to his best fireball technique, but due to the limitation of magic power, despite the bonus of his wand, he could not unleash a very powerful flame.

Brian saw Cyril cast spells one after another, the movements were clean and smooth, the spells were smooth, and he could outline the magic runes needed for the spells in an instant.

The ghoul was thwarted by his incessant spells, but still headed in their direction.

100m...20m...it's getting closer!

Although Cyril knew that Mr. Scott could not indifferently expose them to this creature, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The palm of his hand holding the wand was covered with cold sweat, his heart beat louder and a biting chill ran down his back.

The moment that thing rushed towards them, it seemed to be thrown out by a huge force, knocked down a tombstone, rolled into the ruins and made a loud noise The "bang-" sound.

The violent impact made Cyril's little heart tremble uncontrollably.

The thing was in the ruins and struggled for a while, then the strength of the limbs gradually disappeared, the movement slowed down, and finally the limbs fell weakly and remained motionless.

"A stinking ghoul."

Brian retracted his gaze and smiled at Cyril.

His eyes glazed over a crystal clear sweat bead lying on Cyril's tear mole, and suddenly felt a little itchy.

Brian turned the ring on his hand unintentionally, and then extended his fingers close to Cyril's neck.

Cyril's body was tense, he raised his head slightly, the porcelain white and delicate neck showed a beautiful curve.

Brian gave a low laugh, and hooked the rose necklace on his neck with his fingers just before he realized that Cyril was about to explode.

He pressed the scarlet gem in the center of the rose necklace with the pulp of his finger, and a soft white light suddenly enveloped Cyril.

Cyril sighed in relief when he saw that Mr. Scott had put his hands down, and then felt a warm heat blanket him.

The body that had just released too many magic spells and exhausted its magic power was like taking a comfortable hot bath, and its magic power was recharged.

This is... healing?

Cyril faintly noticed that the treatment seemed familiar, but couldn't remember it for a while.

After the white light disappeared, Cyril politely thanked Mr. Scott.

He doesn't have to control the volume now, after all, Mr. Scott smashed the houses of the cemetery residents.

"Okay, it took a little time, but that's okay."

Brian tossed the little rose a little, and got a bit of bad pleasure, and his mood immediately became happy.

He said leisurely: "The cemetery is the entrance to the world of the dead. I will show you today."

After that, Brian took out the white keel wand and waved it in the air.

Cyril saw Mr. Scott's lips touch lightly, as if chanting a spell.

Then, he found that his body began to become transparent, emitting a bright light.

Cyril reached out and touched his arm, but his transparent arm went straight through the other arm.

He turned to look at Mr. Scott, who did too.

At this time, a huge skeleton creature emerged from the ground, and the small skeleton head hung down, bowing its head in the direction of Mr. Scott.

It has a huge skeleton, but it does not feel bloated and cumbersome. It is covered with slender bones, forming a beautiful streamlined shape, even like a pleasing artwork.

Cyril looked at the skeleton with some curiosity.

He looked at the dark green soul fire flickering in its empty eye sockets, and seemed to be delighted to see Mr. Scott.

"Come up."

Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice ringing in his ear.

Come up? Where to go?

Before Cyril could react, he was hugged in his arms.

The next moment, his body vacated, and then fell on the bone back of the skeleton creature.

Under the buttocks is a curved white bone, but it is very smooth and unexpectedly not awkward.

Cyril was thinking about moving his body to adjust his sitting position when a warm body was attached to his back, and he stopped moving immediately.

"Come on, Zook."

Brian spoke softly and plainly.

He was clearly instructing the skeleton creature under him, but his thin lips were pressed against Cyril's earlobe.

Cyril felt the other person's warm breath against his ear, and the magnetic and sultry voice seemed to swirl into his ear.

Cyril looked around the gloomy cemetery, thought of the theory of the suspension bridge effect that he had seen before crossing, and suddenly calmed down.

Hey, he must be thinking too much, what normal person would want to tease others in a place like a cemetery? !

Cyril's calm expression finally couldn't be restrained when the skeleton creature spread its skeleton wings.

This huge creature named "Zok" rose obediently and hovered freely in the cold high sky.

The speed and steering of its flight made Cyril feel that the elevator was nothing more than a younger brother.

Zoke obediently walked in midair for several laps according to the master's will, and then received the master's will and said that it was almost enough, and rushed into the ground of the cemetery intently.