36 - Chapter 36

Burris handed Siegfried a handkerchief. The griffon’s eyes were big, and his tears fell like a torrent. The hair on his face had become a tuft, and the moment the handkerchief touched his eyelids, it was completely wet.

“Don’t cry. We don’t blame you.” Burris gently stroked the griffin’s hair. “You are a magical creature created in the ancient war. When the war was over, you hid from the world… You did a good job. Really, it’s not your fault. Later, someone in the mountains worshipped you and treated you as a unicorn. It’s not your fault, don’t cry. In fact, you are very kind, or you wouldn’t have fallen into a deep sleep because of the war… “

“But it’s still wrong of me! I was not powerless in that war! In fact… In fact, I was pretty good, I even killed demons… I’m very powerful, but I could only watch people fight. I… I didn’t know what to do… There are people on both sides of the mountain who worship me and trust me. I have a guilty conscience on either side… Moreover, I made mistakes again and again. I hid like an ostrich, thinking that it would be all right. But I lost myself in my dream again and lost my self-control. I let the elements of hell in my body run out to harm the outside world… Of course, it was wrong of me, and my sin cannot be paid back with death… “

Seeing him crying sadly, Burris couldn’t help but ask: “Er… do you know Tarina?”

“Who?”

“It’s alright, I was just asking. You are a bit like a human I know…”

Could it be said that… after being infested by the crying element, the unawakened sorcerer would cry all day long? This is an unprecedented new discovery…

Burris decided to talk about business and change the sad atmosphere. “Now those corpses will not continue to be alienated, will they?”

The tears under Siegfried’s feet had converged into a small puddle. “Well, I am awake now, my power will no longer flow out.”

“Can you control them?” Burris asked. “For example, drive them back to their respective graves…”

The griffin lowered his head. “I’m afraid it won’t work… Their connection with me has been severed. If I want to drive them away, I have to corrode them with infernal elements again. If I do this, alienation will start again… This is too risky. Now, if a corpse completes the transformation during this process, it will cause more trouble… Sorry, I only cause trouble, and I am really useless…”

“It’s all right…” Burris quickly touched his head.

The mage looked back at the corpses in the valley, and his shoulders slumped. It seems that the only one who can clean up the mess is himself. He asked the griffin again: “So what about the living? What happens to the living being affected by the elements of hell?”

Siegfried said: “The influence will be interrupted, but the alienation that has already occurred will not disappear.”

In other words, the Red Vulture is still very dangerous. Although the corpses were not raised because of him, he still can control them. Among his spells, the most dangerous is the sigil magic: kill a person in their birthplace, and then put the sigil on them. Thirteen days later the corpse will become a puppet of the spellcaster, with intelligence and absolute obedience.

This is not a common necromantic spell. Its principles and ideas are very different from those of the regular necromantic school, with a strong sacrificial witch doctor tint. It is said that the West wilderness people on the other side of the mountain also have ways to use the dead. Maybe the Red Vulture learned this skill from them.

Thinking of this, Burris shouted from a distance: “My lord, should we return to Silver Falcon Castle?”

The Skeleton King was sorting the corpses. This work was arranged by Burris. Many of the corpses who jumped down the valley were mutilated, and in order to facilitate unified manipulation in the future, they should be placed as neatly as possible.

Seeing Roth coming, Siegfried lowered his head obediently. Burris didn’t know their relationship at all, thinking it was a necessary respect and gratitude to the demigod.

Roth put his hand on Siegfried. “Isn’t the matter over? We found the source of everything.”

“It’s far from over.” Burris shook his head. “The Red Vulture may be doing something against the Prince’s family at any time.”

“You are so responsible…”

“Of course. Do you know how many orders Silver Falcon Castle places in my factory each year?”

“Very convincing.” Roth grabbed Siegfried’s hair and leaped over, riding on the back of the griffin and reaching out to Burris. “Come on.”

Burris looked at the tall animal’s back: “A griffin must never appear in front of ordinary people!”

“I know.” Siegfried said. “I will try to hide as much as possible. And I can do illusions. If someone sees me accidentally, they will think I am a white Pegasus with long horns…”

Well, Burris finally understood how the unicorn rumors came about. He added: “Also, after leaving the valley, we have to take a look at the wooden house. I want to make sure that Tarina’s situation has not deteriorated…”

As he said this, he grabbed the fur on the waist of the griffin to climb up, and Roth immediately stopped him: “No! You sit in front of me.”

“Why?”

“I can hold you when you sit in the front…No, it’s actually because you are shorter than me. If you sit in the back, your vision will be blocked by me…”

“I don’t care, I’m not responsible for flying in the command seat…”Burris just didn’t want to sit in the front. Instead of being held by others, he would rather hold others himself…. At least he held others in an appropriate way.

At this time, Siegfried said: “Lord mage, you should sit in front of him. You are lighter than him, and it is better to sit like this… This will help me maintain my balance while flying.”

Now that the griffin himself had suggested so, Burris had to hold the hand of the Skeleton King to climb up and sit in front of him.

In fact, griffins do not have this particularity… and real griffins are not for people to ride. They only carry cubs of their kind who can’t fly, or at best they are willing to help people carry some things for a fee. ‘Riding a griffin’ is just a scene imagined by mankind.

From a higher view, Burris’s hair was tied behind his head, revealing reddish ears. The hood of his cape stacked on his shoulder and neck, and his thin white neck could be seen. The Skeleton King held the mage in his arms with satisfaction, and his mouth did not close because of his smile.

The griffin rose into the air, slowly circling out of the valley. Siegfried is the creation of the Skeleton King, and as long as he is not far away, he can directly receive the King’s instructions in his mind.

The King said to him just now: Say something to make the mage sit in front.

Now the King told him: Fly more steadily, don’t let the mage feel dizzy, but you can go faster when going up and down, so that I have the opportunity to hold him tighter.

The crimson griffin obeyed the order silently . It seems that master likes this human mage very much. This is very good. I hope the master can successfully keep the mage with him.

Siegfried also liked this mage very much. He was so kind and wise, just like the gentle elders in a human family, like the smiling mushroom-picking grandfather back then.

*****

In the Lord’s residence in Silver Falcon Castle, the ‘little beauty’ finally woke up.

He lay on a broad bench, soft enough to sink in, and the cushions smelled of hyacinth and blackcurrant. Hesitantly, he lifted off the thick and suitable pearl velvet blanket and found that his coarse cloth robe and old wool cloak were gone, replaced by champagne-colored silk sleeping clothes.

He sat up and stepped his bare feet on the whole piece of plush sheepskin floor mat. On the mats were a pair of shell-colored satin-embedded indoor shoes with gold threads, which were just right for his size. On the back of the chair was is a black velvet robe inlaid with gold edges, and the texture was so soft that it made you want to bury your face in it. A card was placed on the robe and a few affectionate words and fake greetings were written in it. It means that the clothes were specially prepared for him.

He stood up by the high back of the recliner, put on his robe and looked at the whole room in a trance.

An exaggerated scream came from the door: “Heavens! You are awake!”

Nollard walked in with snacks and tea in person. “You have a low fever, don’t move, you should sit down…better lie down.”

Rosey Green was a little dizzy. He didn’t say a word for a long time, but just watched the prince’s eldest son bustling about.

He knew Nollard, but Nollard didn’t know him.

He also knew this room. This is the warmest room in the castle. Sinig often sat on the bench by the window to read or embroider.

Rosey lived alone in the mountains for many years, but later found the opportunity to return to the castle. He helped Prince Lanto a lot during the battle, and the Prince had to agree to let him return and continue to hold a small official position.

After living in the castle, Rosey could hardly leave his room. On one hand, because the prince did not allow it, and on the other hand, he could hardly go out.

During the later stage of the campaign, strange elements gradually invaded his body. It made him look haggard every day, and hardly a day passed without pain. The more strange elements invaded him, the more confused his mind became, but if he tried to block the influence with other spells, he would suffer from sharp pain and weakness.

It made his power fluctuate irregularly, made him look gaunt and crazy…For a period of time, Rosey didn’t even remember the events before the battle. The more crazy he was, the less the prince dared to let him see people. At that time, he often talked madly, and the prince was afraid that he would reveal the identity of the princess.

Prince Lanto had always wanted to get Rosey away, but there have not been good charges against him. After all, Rosey was one of the heroes of the Battle of the Moonset Mountains, and his reputation for treating his comrades harshly wasn’t really a good accusation.

Later, Rosey went crazy in public and cursed Tarina with ridiculous remarks and the prince finally found a chance to drive him out of the city.

At that time, no one remembered the name of this warlock.

Everyone laughed at his sloppiness and embarrassed look and called him the Red Vulture.

After returning to the mountain, the changes in Rosey continued.

Those elements were like ghosts in his bones. They made him stronger and freeze him to death, and he was becoming more and more dependent on that element… He had begun to learn to seek happiness from it, so that the pain was gradually reduced. Finally, he completely gave up the struggle and simply opened up his body and mind, allowing the strange elements to embrace his skin.

Later, a miracle happened. The strange elements reshaped him, changed his body back to what it was when he was young, and gave him a lot of new power… He almost felt that he was no longer a warlock, he was more like… more like a creature that his mentor once mentioned, a creature from hell…

By the way, his mentor was dead. In the Battle of the Moonset Mountains, Rosey once again saw the old warlock from the Western Wilds, but unfortunately, they were enemies at this time.

The old warlock died in the burning dust. He was right, he just had a little more control power experience than Rosey, but in fact, Rosey was much stronger than him.

Although his power had increased, Rosey’s control of the strange elements was not stable enough. When casting spells, he often didn’t control the fluctuations well and burdened himself. This was the case just now. He was too weak, passed out in the alley, and then woke up in the familiar castle…

While Rosey thought about this, Nollard kept chattering. He said as he stuffed the teacup into Rosey’s hands, held Rosey’s hand to warm him, and tried to feed the shortbread cookies to Rosey’s mouth by himself… In Nollard’s view, this delicate and soft little beauty seemed very depressed, absent-minded no matter what he heard. However, it seemed that the beauty was not averse to his touch, which made him exuberant, and simply put his hand on Rosey’s shoulder.

“Is it all right?” Nollard squeezed the shoulder of the red-haired beauty.

Rosey didn’t hear what he said at all and looked at him blankly.

Nollard looked back at these big, clear eyes in an intoxicated manner. “I mean, it’s dangerous outside, so just stay with me for the moment, all right? If you have family members, I can send someone to pick them up…”

Rosey shook his head: “I have no family… they are all dead. No one is with me.”

“That’s great!” Nollard blurted out, and quickly changed his words. “Uh, I didn’t mean that… I mean, this is really unfortunate. It’s great that you can meet me in time. You stay here, I will definitely protect you!”

Rosey’s eyes were confused and fragile, almost like a bird whose feathers were soaked in a storm. Nollard moved closer involuntarily, his cheeks almost stained with the heat of Rosey’s low fever.

The prince’s eldest son took Rosey’s hand and tentatively lowered his head to kiss him.

The warlock smiled imperceptibly, closed his eyes, and met his lips.

I’m very sorry for the lack of updates lately, I have been busy with exams and absorbed by Tianbao Fuyao Lu 🙁

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