42 - Chapter 42

When Burris opened the door to the lounge, his eyes were filled with red rose petals everywhere in the room!

With a cry of joy, Count Hrolf threw himself into the sea of flowers and jumped up and down madly, stirring up layers of red waves.

The room was full of petals, red hills appeared, the floor and seats were completely submerged, the table showed only a little flat surface and an equally red humanoid object was floating beside the chandelier…

The Skeleton King was floating in the air, holding a crystal glass full of wine in his hand, wearing a deep red velvet robe…The chest and cuffs of the robe are also dotted with silver and gold patterns and rhinestones. The rhinestones spell out in Elvish language the words ‘love’ on either side of the cuffs and the word on the chest is “kiss”.

Burris was shocked on the spot.

It’s awful. How did he get so many rose petals? How could he wear such terrible clothes? so horrible! Who conceived this kind of clothes? Are they terrorists in the tailoring world?

“Dear Burris!” Roth whirled and floated down, his lower body sinking into the sea of flowers, “How is it? Do you think it’s very romantic?”

“No, it’s terrifying,” Burris said honestly.

Roth reached the table with difficulty, took a bottle and poured Burris a glass of red wine. Burris shook his head, and Roth had to put down the cup with regret.

“With which romantic novel did you learn this?”. Burris leaned weakly by the door.

His understanding of Roth is very accurate, and this set is indeed learned from a novel. Roth fumbled for a long time on the sofa, took out a small book and threw it to the mage.

“When a Djinn Fall in Love with the Snow Queen.”

“A Djinn?” Burris opened the cover. On the title page, there was a picture of a handsome, strong man and a beautiful, shy, and pitiful woman. She should be the Snow Queen. The strange thing is that she wears very little, and she doesn’t look like any snow or ice.

A word hovered in his mind, and Burris couldn’t bear to say it: Can you read less of this kind of vulgar books that do more harm than good?

Roth seems to like this book very much. When introducing its content, he always had an uncontrollable smile on his face: “Yes, a Djinn. You should have heard the story of the Djinn? Actually, a Djinn is not a god, it is an ectopic creature that was summoned to the world through a special magic weapon…a bit like me, but weaker, and he can’t realize your wish, he can only help people fight. In short, the story of this creature later became a fairy tale fable and spread everywhere. Oh, and the Snow Queen, you know her? It’s the beauty that pierces people’s eyes with ice. She is not the same as the Djinn, she is a completely fictional character.”

“This book borrows two fairy tale characters and tells a love story with ups and downs and it has a happy ending. After being summoned by human beings, the summoner wanted to use him to attack the Snow Queen. Unexpectedly, the Djinn fell in love with the queen at first sight and was not willing to deal with her at all. All the signs indicate that the Snow Queen is not bad, people misunderstood her. The Djinn struggled painfully in the bondages of love and magic, and with the help of his friends, he finally broke free of the spells, defeated the bad guys and lived happily with the Snow Queen….”

Burris asked blankly: “This book teaches people to pile roses in the house?”

“I’m imitating one of those scenes,” said Roth, raising a handful of petals. “The Djinn expresses his love to the queen, but he can’t face her in person, because he and she are still enemies. So, when the queen left, he piled rose petals in her palace – attention, petals, not flowers, because the Djinn was worried that the thorns on the stem would hurt the queen. In fact, I improved this section. I didn’t fill your tower with petals. Your tower is too big, and your laboratory and study are not suitable for this. If it’s a bedroom, it’s troublesome to clean it up…So I just piled petals in this room.”

Two cats appeared in the room full of rose petals at some point. One was a live cat named Kitten and the other was a resurrected corpse of a cat named Xiao Hei. Count Hrolf and the two cats flew up and down in the petals, having a great time.

“Well…Thank you, you are very thoughtful.” Burris pinched his brows and turned around.

Roth called out to him, “Wait! Where are you going? ”

“I’m going back to work.”

“Playing stupid with me again.” Roth swam out of the sea of flowers and grabbed Burris’ arm. “I made everything clear. You are eighty-four years old, not fourteen. With your intelligence, you can definitely understand what I mean, but you’ve been playing dumb. Can’t you just talk to me head-on? We have cuddled and kissed several times. What’s the point of keeping this serious look? ”

In the past, Burris would be speechless, but recently he has gradually learned to respond: “My lord, I also made my point very clear at the dance. I did not reject you, nor did I pretend to be a fool. I just responded honestly.”

“What you said is the same as if you didn’t say it! Cunning mage.” Roth complained, but his face was full of smiles.

Burris had never rejected him. As for the attitude of detachment, half accepting and half refusing…Roth had already understood why. He has understood this sixty years ago.

After all, Burris is human. There are many weaknesses, or shortcomings, in humans… One of them is: the older human beings have experience in life, the harder it is to accept strange things.

If you have never seen or done something in the first half of your life, then you will most likely never accept it.

Roth had seen such a thing in a certain “seven days of freedom” in the past.

A bard invented a new musical instrument. He took the simple lyre and the harp as the prototype, improved them, and created a kind of musical instrument with delicate strings, small and portable, and gentle tone, which is called lap harp or zither. This kind of zither has been loved by Elven poets and young artists, and many new songs have emerged for it. It is strange that many old poets are not interested in it. Even if someone gives them a zither for free, they will decline it politely.

It is said that the zither is easy to learn. As long as you have the foundation of the harp and the lyre, you can master it after half a day’s practice. Even so, the old poets didn’t want to try. They didn’t even want to touch the silver strings.

They also reject the zither, and the old poets have different views on each other. Some people really hate this instrument, they will organize a bunch of high sounding and beautiful words to refute it; some people don’t seem to hate the zither itself, they don’t stop others playing it, they don’t hate its timbre, but they just don’t want to accept it personally.

Not long ago, Roth really bought a silver zither. It has 24 strings, the body is engraved with elves-style patterns, and it is embedded with finely carved gems…No one in the tower understands musical instruments, no one can play, it is hanging on the wall of the living room, quietly showing its beauty.

Burris said it was “useless”. But he also said not long ago that he admitted that this thing is indeed very beautiful, and it will make people unable to stop and watch.

For a mage who kissed for the first time at the age of eighty-four, romance is a zither. And it’s the zither in front of the old poet.

It is very beautiful and charming, but it is difficult for him to accept it.

Thinking about this, Roth couldn’t help sighing. He took back the book from the mage and read it casually while sighing: “Dear Burris, do you know that romantic novels can’t only write about the protagonist’s adventures and hard work, it must have a love scene as soon as possible. In a certain period of time, the relationship between the two protagonists must progress, or the readers will soon lose patience.”

The mage smiled and walked back to the floating disc. “But life is not a novel, my lord. Living people are not as perfect as “characters”… What people want the characters to do, they can do it. Living people can’t.”

“Well, I agree with that,” Roth naturally followed. “And when you think about it, we’re not without progress. After all, we often cuddle, and we have kissed several times…”

He deliberately mentioned these things frequently. Whenever he was so straightforward, Burris would definitely blush and while trying to maintain his calm expression…like now. Roth loves to watch this very much, and he will never tire of it.

The floating disc did not return to the study, but floated to the floor with the largest laboratory. Burris is eager to bring the topic back to work: “My lord, do you have time now? Can you help me with some experiments?”

“Of course there is time.” Roth followed him with a grin.

Every time Burris asked this, he said that he had time, and he liked to assist the mage in experiments. Burris is always cautious, afraid of offending him in the experiment, afraid that he will be bored… But Roth has never been unhappy.

In the laboratory, he can understand human magic while appreciating the little mage who works hard, which is not only not boring, but also a kind of enjoyment.

In one of today’s experiments, Burris needed to stay focused and recite a very lengthy spell. When he cast the spell, Roth looked at him with a happy face. His eyes ranged from the quiet face to the thin lips reciting the spell, to the slender fingertips, and then stopped on the mage’s left shoulder…

At the end of one stage of the experiment, Roth tapped Burris’s shoulder with his finger: “I found out that this is not quite right just now, what is this?”

Burris froze for a moment and rubbed his left shoulder: “It’s a sigil. Did you feel its magic wave just now?”

Roth nodded. Burris rolled up his left sleeve. The sleeves were wide cut and light fabric, so they could be easily rolled up to reveal his shoulders. There is a burn mark on his left shoulder, about the size of a coin, with very detailed lines, which is a small magic array.

“This was left by Yriel to his more trusted apprentices and servants,” Burris said. “When he was alive, this thing could protect us so that we would not be accidentally injured by his experiments. Just now there are some characters in the spell that have the same attributes as the sigil, so it has a slight fluctuation.”

Roth approached, holding Burris’ arm. Twenty-year-old Burris’s skin is really white, his arms are slender, and he’s not too weak. It’s not bad. He didn’t know if his shoulders, legs and arms are also…Why do mages dress in loose clothes all day? Why can’t a mage dress like a blacksmith when he works? Anyway, there are no female students in the tower now…

Roth squinted at Burris’s arm and didn’t even glance at the sigil.

The mage coughed, moved his arm and put down his sleeve. Roth then asked solemnly, “is this thing safe now? There is no harm?”

Burris said: “the sigil is aimed at Yriel’s experimental objects. It is only related to them and only works for them. Now it’s useless.”

“I didn’t expect that Yriel would do it,” said Roth, “I heard that he had not let go of his colleagues and killed many of the wizards who did not obey him. Protect others? It’s not like him at all. ”

“You understand him very well,” Burris said with a wry smile. “This sigil…it’s not just for protection, of course, and I didn’t realize that at that time… ”

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