Chapter 93:

Heimong walked into the living room lightly and put the "Resurrection Blood" on the low table in front of the instructor.
On the table is a small metal bird with a small finger-thick parchment scroll in its beak. He had seen this thing before, and the wizards of King Thrago always used it to contact Burris.
Before Black Pine asked, Burris said, "This is a messenger bird from the Tower of Truth. It said there was a banquet and asked if I would attend." Actually, this was sent by Esther, but Black Pine didn't know that the princess was too. A mage.
Black Pine's eyes lit up. He remembered that on the Queen’s birthday celebration, a dance party was held in the palace and a carnival in the city. He and Augustia had a good time eating from morning till night.
Burris pointed to the scroll: "This banquet is not in the royal capital, but in Silver Falcon. Prince Lanto’s eldest son, Norad’s birthday. You go for me, anyway, you know Prince Lanto better."
Hei Song pretended to be calm: "I'm going? Not so good, after all, they invited you..."
"In the past, the king invited me, and I also sent the'Apprentice Kreve' to go for me. The same is true for letting you go this time. You are also my student."
Hey Song opened the scroll and looked overjoyed. The envelope says that guests can bring up to two family members...two! Great! When he and Augilia go to the market, he can ask Siegfried to help carry things...
Although excited, Black Pine had to be polite on the surface: "Teacher, we can actually go together..."
In Burris's eyes, Black Pine was wagging his tail like Herolf. "No, you go," Burris said, "I'm very busy, I have to write several analysis books, and I have to..."
What do you have to do? In fact, Burris is not too busy, but he just doesn't want to go.
"Take your two little friends," he said. "They have experienced very unpleasant things before. It's time to relax and play. During this time, I will send the golem to take care of Odette."
Hei Song bowed to his instructor, maintaining the mage's elegant pace, leaving the room, crossing the corridor, opening the tower door... After he got outside, he finally stopped concealing his excitement and trot all the way towards the maze area. There was no way to send it directly to the Silver Falcon Castle, and he needed to set aside time spent on the road. In order to arrive on time, he had to quickly call Augustia to make preparations and strive to leave early tomorrow morning.
In the reception room, Burris slowly finished his hot drink and continued to sit in a soft chair. Hrolf has been lying at his feet, and when he moved, the dog looked up at him, as if waiting for him to answer a certain question.
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Early the next morning, Burris woke up very early. He wanted to read a book but couldn't keep it. He wanted to stay asleep but couldn't sleep, so he had to lazily leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the bedroom and looked down boredly.
Augustia and (human appearance) Siegfried waited outside the tower with simple luggage, but the most excited black pine came out the slowest yesterday. After a while, the black pine floated out, and he built a new bone suspension chair overnight. This time it was not painted with white paint, but instead used transparent wood wax oil. The cow bone and pig bone on the chair appeared mottled black. , And in some places there are vertical and horizontal traces left by the barbecue grill.
With an unconscious smile on his face, Burris watched the three figures disappear into the dense forest trail.
The black pine only made a new chair, but did not dye his hair, and did not paint his face white. This is really a bit uncomfortable... Burris could not help but imagine: When they arrive at Silver Falcon, Prince Ranto will Will you not recognize black pine? After the banquet, if Hei Song returns to Shuhai's hometown to visit relatives, will his parents be frightened?
If there is a chance to have a deep talk with Yrill, Burris would like to ask him many questions, one of which is: Why do you want to wash the black pine back to its original state?
I'm afraid they have no chance to talk. Not to mention whether the Austrian French Federation allows it, even if it is allowed, Illil does not like to communicate with others. With Iriel's personality, sooner or later he will make a foolish move again and then ruin himself. The question "Why wash the black pine back to its original shape" will become a mystery forever.
Burris asked about black pine, but black pine himself didn’t know, he said that maybe it was because that person saw him not pleasing to his eyes... Burris always felt that it shouldn’t be that simple. Generally speaking, an ambitious mage should be more profound. Motives that are more in line with his identity...
Does Iriel have any deep motives? No one can tell now. Maybe everyone has a time when they are not like themselves.
Burris believes that he is the same: in middle age, he was secretly proud of his reason and ability, but now he is erratic in thinking, loose in life, lazy in action, and does not wash his face.
When Burris came to the study slowly, it was almost lunch time.
On the desk were all kinds of information about the White Tower, as well as the initial analysis report that had just been drafted...Looking at these, he was listless, only feeling dull. He pulled out the quill and held it for a long time, not even bothering to dip the ink.
Illil’s business is a major event, he should pay more attention to it, but he just can’t bring up the spirit... It’s enough to have the Austrian French Federation. What should those people like to deal with? Anyway, they can definitely guarantee that the "white clothed man" No harm to the outside world... That's enough.
Lot's whereabouts are more important than Yrill. Burris thought that anyone could deal with Iriel, and only I could investigate Lot's problem.
He was worried, but he couldn't calm down and think. He tried to open the notes he had written. There were a lot of his research on God's Domain and the independent and closed planes... Strangely, when he looked at them today, he didn't seem to see his own handwriting. It's a bunch of silly black and white stripes.
My IQ has dropped.
Burris propped his elbows on the table, supporting his forehead with both hands. In the past sixty years, he has colleagues, students, research topics, business orders... and more importantly, he has magic. There was no such person as Lott by his side at that time. Now only Lott's whereabouts are unknown, and the other things he has have not changed, but he is anxious, and his IQ has dropped significantly.
If this matter was known to the thirty-year-old, he would say: Losing self-control is the shame of the mage. I wish to respect the Austrian law as the only truth, with secular interests second... This sentence is not poetry, it is an oath.
If he were forty years old, he would say: Austrian law does not conflict with the secular. The so-called ambition is to hold both truth and interests in his hands. If you have to choose one of the two and give up, it means you are willing to compromise.
When he is in his 50s or 60s, he will say: Actually, the truth is not that complicated. It is just that the elderly are more worried. People's mind and body are closely related, and aging and illness will wear down people and make people weak in will.
After 70 years old, he would say: What? Is the person I finally found missing again? May I spend decades looking for it? I can't wait... If this happens, I might be mad!
He is now eighty-four years old and also twenty years old. He felt that these views were wrong, but he could not say what was right.
He sighed, straightened his body, combed his hair with his fingers, trying to wake up. When the hand left his head, several strands of hair came down from the fingertips.
He leaned back in his chair, sadness came from it. His IQ has dropped, his hair is falling fast, and Lot is not coming back.
Burris looked at his hand. The skin on these hands was firm, the color was uniform, there were no spots on the back of the hands, and the lines on the tiger's mouth were very shallow. Several knuckles were injured, and now they look a little bulging.
Sixty years ago, the black-robed man helped him up, put his arms around him from behind, and returned his twisted knuckles. The treatment process was accompanied by severe pain, not a good memory, but he was not very afraid. Leaning on that person, he only felt extremely relieved.
Now, behind him is the backrest and cushion of the soft chair, not the skeleton king in black.
He finally understood why he was upset...this was not anxiety or worry, it was fear.

At dusk a few days later, Estie sent another metal raven. It landed on Burris's bookshelf and made a princess' voice: "Teacher, how is your side?"
"Fortunately." Burris sat in the middle of the pile of books, forcing himself to read various documents related to God's Domain, "Why ask me like this?"
"You are not attending Prince Ranto's banquet... Are you having any trouble again?"
"It's okay, it's okay. I'm just busy."
Esther's voice sounded a lot more nervous: "Is it still the Baita matter? What can I do for you?"
"No, it's okay," Burris said. "I'm busy. It's just that I don't think about running around recently, I want to be quiet in the tower."
Burris didn't tell Esty about Lot's disappearance. If Lot was indeed locked up in the Black Lake, then sooner or later he would tell the trustworthy student... but he didn't want to say it yet.
"I understand." The raven flew down from the bookshelf and landed on the chest of drawers with less storage. "Teacher, I will turn off the connection of this raven and let it stay with you temporarily, okay? What if? If you need it, you can contact me at any time through it."
Burris promised her and wished her a good time at the celebration. When Estie said goodbye, he faintly heard the sound of fireworks. It seemed that the celebration of Silver Falcon Castle was not small. It's just Norad's birthday, but it's like a first spring celebration.
The weather on the Silver Falcon Castle should be good, but today’s No Return Mountain Range is a bit dull, the clouds are very low, and it may rain at night.
After dark, Mong Lei gradually approached from the northwest of the mountain range. Burris arranged for the golem to check the condition of Odette. The golem reported that the black and white stripes on the dragon usually moved slowly, but today it was a little faster and slower.
Burris decided to see it for himself. He hasn't figured out what the black and white stripes are about yet, and he doesn't know if the situation is good or bad.
When preparing the casting equipment, Mr. Willis said: "The strong convective weather will soon sweep over the mountains of no return. It is recommended that you do not go out at this time."
"No...I have to go and see." Burris was busy packing up his things and waved to the golem, "Help me get a box of green mica flakes."
After getting all the materials, Burris went down from the floating dish to the first floor, walked into the kitchen, and decided to eat something casually before going out.
Today's situation may be very special, he has to make all preparations... There has been a change in Odette, maybe this means that things have turned for the better, maybe this is a clue to looking for Lot! Thinking of this, his groggy eyes lit up all day long.
"It's really tiring to find someone." Burris was holding a bowl of boiled broad beans, leaning on the cupboard and muttering to himself, "I have to deal with the Austrian French Federation, and I have to do experiments, run a magic weapon factory, and write nothing. The finished book, the development of new spell-casting materials... Well, I can’t spend all my time looking for you, but I have to find you again... This is too tired. If you could come and find me soon... "
An ear-splitting thunder rang, shaking the window frames. At the same time, Hrolf barked loudly, his voice more intense than ever.
Burris turned to the door subconsciously. He wanted to put the bowl of boiled broad beans on the cupboard, but accidentally bumped into the box containing green mica. When he reached out to protect him, a loud noise came from the direction of the tower door, and the roar of the rainstorm suddenly amplified... Something broke through the protection of the gate and broke into the gate with strong wind and rain!
Burris was a little distracted, the bowl and box fell to the ground, and the broad beans mixed with a handful of mica flakes.
When he looked down subconsciously, he had already arrived at the kitchen door with the sound of water vapor.
The clouds were too low and too close, lightning and thunder appeared almost simultaneously. A bright blue thunderbolt illuminates the rain curtain and the dimly lit kitchen.
With the excitement of the dog barking, Lottebald came to the kitchen door.
Lott presents his old human appearance, with normal height, intact limbs, drenched body and gorgeous clothes.
The reason why Burris could see "gorgeously dressed" in an instant was that he was flashed into his eyes by the broken gems on Lot's body.
Lott dragged his wet steps closer, with one hand on the door frame: "On a beautiful night, a grand ball was held in a distant palace, but the poor little beauty was left at home, alone in the kitchen. With peas..."
Somehow, in the face of Lott who suddenly appeared, Burris was very calm... so calm that he almost scared himself.
He had imagined the scene when Lott came back. In that scene, he should welcome Lott excitedly and seriously ask about what happened before... But now, his thinking is retarded, and he is in a trance, as if a storm cloud squeezed into him. His brain has turned his IQ into rain.
He stood on the spot, looking at Lott, maintaining the posture of trying to reach out to protect the box, and stupidly said: "I didn't pick up peas...this is mica flakes."
"Isn't there a peas next to the mica sheet?" Lott walked towards him, and the rain dripped on the floor.
Burris answered subconsciously: "No... it's a broad bean."