MTL - After Being Fancied by a Necromancer-Chapter 12

Cyril shook his head oddly.

What a strange dream.

He rubbed the soft bed reluctantly, stretched and got up.

Cyril got out of bed slowly, and stepped into the fine and soft cashmere leather boots as soon as her white feet landed.

Brand new clothes prepared by the maid in advance have been placed on the finely carved wooden bedside table.

Cyril took a moment to put on this gorgeous and intricate garment.

Clothing and boots are made to measure as if they were made to measure.

He had to admire the excellent hospitality of the Earl of Abraham.

The maid Anita was stunned when she saw the neatly dressed Cyril, and her face turned slightly red.

The servants were chatting in the kitchen last night, talking about the presence of a wizard and his apprentice at the mansion.

Panler, the manservant in charge of dinner, spent a whole night talking about their appearance and temperament, and his words were very flattering.

Speaking as if he was a manservant who served the two adults for many years, but he was too proud of him.

Anita pouted.

When she was notified by the housekeeper to serve the wizard apprentice today, she only felt that she was hit by a surprise and felt a little dizzy.

The goddess of light is above, she can tell her grandson about this in the future!

"My grandmother served the wizard!"

Anita doesn't know what it takes to become a wizard.

She took it for granted that just like church schools and grammar schools, as long as the number of years of study is up, it is enough to graduate successfully.

So she is very confident that this wizard apprentice will graduate successfully and become a respected wizard master.

Round up, she has served the wizard!

Anita also did not expect that the wizard apprentice was far more handsome than the poor and poor words of the valet Panler!

They are more like nobles in fine clothes and jade food than the pampered young masters and young ladies in the earl's mansion!

The boy has unforgettable handsome eyebrows and eyes, so white that he can see the tiny blue blood vessels under his skin.

His eyes were like the finest glaze in the earl's collection of jewels.

The curly black hair fell to his shoulders against his cheeks, like the waves of the morning sun with a soft luster.

And he has a wizard temperament that is different from ordinary people!

Anita screamed in her heart.

When she led Cyril after breakfast to meet the wizard, she ushered in the second shock of her short life!

The girl used the willpower she had trained for 18 years to restrain her excitement.

She swears to the goddess of light that no one can resist the amazingly handsome mature elegance of the wizard.

No one!

Anita saw that the wizard raised his long and narrow eyebrows slightly, and the handsome eyebrows were imperceptibly high above.

Something flashed quickly on the silver monocle of his right eye, and an imperceptible gentle smile hung on his lips.

Despite her reluctance, Anita had to quietly exit this gorgeous reception room after completing the task of leading the way, leaving the space for the two adults.

"Good morning! Mr. Scott!" Cyril greeted Mr. Wizard politely and politely.

"Good morning."

Brian sat lazily on the luxurious soft leather lacquer-gold sofa, his long legs wrapped in slim suit trousers casually strayed.

He smiled lightly, his voice still gentle and elegant.

Cyril felt that the man in front of him was like a dormant snake.

Even if he looks comfortable and relaxed now, it still makes people unable to relax their vigilance completely psychologically.

Cyril took a sip of the black tea and suppressed his thoughts.

I don't understand why I suddenly feel this way.

Brian turned the ring on his little finger and asked casually, "How did you sleep last night?"

Hearing this, Cyril was a little surprised.

After all, Mr. Scott doesn't look like someone who cares deeply.

He felt inexplicably warm.

"I think it's fine."

Cyril nodded obediently and replied seriously.

The room is very warm, the bed is spacious and soft, and there is no need to get up early!

Cyril thought about it for a while, and felt that he was being polite, so he should be polite and concerned about going back.

So he asked sincerely, "How is Mr. Scott sleeping?"

The boy's voice is clear and unique, like morning dew on rose petals.

Brian smiled slightly and said, "I don't sleep well?"

He made a distressed look.

"There is a gift that I like to have to leave for years to open."

Brian took the word "gift" very hard to mean something.

Cyril was stunned and a little surprised when he heard Mr. Scott's inexplicable words.

Gifts?

Did someone in the wizarding world contact Mr. Scott last night?

Now this time is not a popular holiday, why give gifts?

He didn't know what was bothering the gentleman so he couldn't sleep well at night.

Cyril hesitated and comforted: "Maybe this gift will be more suitable for you in a few years..."

He blinked, his voice soft.

"More to my heart..."

Brian was slightly stunned when he heard the words, then lowered his eyes and smiled.

Count Abraham quickly got the news that the two distinguished guests had arrived in the living room, and came to ask when the test could start.

"Just now," Brian said lazily.

Cyril was slightly confused when he saw that Mr. Scott didn't take out the crystal ball that made him linger.

He originally thought that today's test was the same as he did in Mr. Scott's carriage, using a crystal ball...

That horrific test...

Although I don't feel good when I test it myself, I can get a little comfort from watching others test it.

Seeing the confusion on Cyril's face, Brian smiled and explained seriously: "Not everyone is qualified to touch my crystal ball."

Cyril suddenly met Mr. Scott's deep and charming eyes, which were like blue waves in the sun, and the beautiful almond eyes opened slightly.

His heart was suddenly bumped by something, and he missed a beat.

It was as if someone gently scratched the apex of her heart with a small soft feather.

The next moment, Cyril looked away as if he was scalded.

A word suddenly flashed in his mind, this is the "heart arsonist" that the little girls who are chasing stars are screaming.

Cyril felt that if Mr. Scott lived in the interstellar era, he would definitely have countless fans.

He recalled articles such as "A detailed inventory of the four current scumbag male gods" that he accidentally saw when he was browsing Xingxing.com...

Cyril quietly glanced at Mr. Scott's astonishingly handsome face wearing a thin silver-framed monocle, and the white earlobes were stained with a little light pink for no reason.

Fortunately, there was movement outside the living room at this time, instantly diverting Cyril's attention.

A group of people came in under the leadership of Count Abraham.

Cyril looked at these gorgeously dressed men and women.

There are young people who seem to be in their twenties, and most of them are young masters and young ladies who are sixteen or seventeen years old.

Although they have tried their best to maintain their noble etiquette, they can still see the expectation and longing on their faces.

There are so many people.

It was the first time that Cyril saw so many nobles, and he felt very strange.

There was a soft-looking boy who inadvertently met Cyril's eyes, and he gave Cyril a sweet smile.

If the boy was not dressed in men's clothes, Cyril would have thought he was a charming girl.

Thinking about social etiquette, Cyril gave him a smile.

The smile is as clean as the first snow by the lake in early winter.

The boy was stunned for a moment, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Who will come first?"

Brian sat down in the armchair, looked up and glanced at the group of people, and said indifferently.

He maintains a reserved and distant courtesy towards these visitors.

Somewhat casual, but not offensive.

Brian looked critically at this group of young masters and ladies.

The neck line is not beautiful enough, and the arm next to it is too slender...

He thought to himself that Little Cyril had the most beautiful skeleton.

Even these young masters and young ladies who grew up in various noble mansions are not comparable.

It is indeed the little bone he likes.

Thinking about this, Brian's mood finally improved a lot.

The young masters and young ladies who arrived excitedly after receiving the news were a little hesitant.

Although Lord Wizard looks handsome and elegant, his polite and aloof indifference is prohibitive.

Especially at the one he just stared at, there was a vicious snake-like coldness that chilled the spine.

"I'll come first!"

At this moment, a warm and lively female voice sounded.

Cyril looked at the girl who spoke out.

She has smooth and smooth reddish-brown hair, and her facial features are not very colorful, but because of the cheerful smile on her face, she is particularly favorable.

Brian nodded slightly.

He snapped his fingers leisurely, and a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink appeared on the small round table in the middle.

In the pot-bellied inkwell was a gold-trimmed quill.

"Sign your name on the parchment."

Brian said lightly.

The voice was soft, but with a sense of oppression that could not be refuted.

Grace nodded and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

She was a little surprised, didn't expect it to be so simple.

Holding a quill, she quickly wrote her signature swashbuckle-"Grace Abraham" on the parchment.

In the next instant, these ink marks swim to form a number - "10".

Grace's eyes lit up.

She is the youngest granddaughter of the Earl of Abraham. Three years ago, due to her age, she unfortunately failed to catch up with the last wizard admissions.

However, Grace had previously told the Earl of Abraham that the wizards were particularly interested in spiritual power.

Generally speaking, as long as the tested mental power is in double digits, you can qualify.

So Grace looked expectantly at the wizard sitting beside her.

She didn't dare to look at the wizard, she just kept her eyes there.

Brian casually glanced at the value above, nodded indifferently, and signaled Grace to pass.

He said lazily, "Next."

Others were relieved when they saw that they only needed to sign their names, and all of a sudden they became active and rushed forward to write their names.

Cyril was stunned as he watched them finish the mental strength test comfortably and painlessly, and for a moment felt that his heartbeat just fed the dog.

Oh.

He didn't want the special favor of Mr. Scott and his crystal ball. Thank you.

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