After Being Fancied by a Necromancer | BL, MTL

Chapter 46: "Ah, yes! Remember, little Cyril, the password for the bedroom is -"

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Brian smiled slightly when he saw Cyril's slightly autistic back.

He walked out of the elevator calmly and came to a door.

There is also a very complex circular magic circle drawn on the door.

Cyril tried to knock on the door, his fingers knocked on the jade gate, making a crisp sound.

But no one answered.

The owl flew to Cyril and stopped steadily in midair.

It tilted its fluffy head and fluttered its wings, then opened its mouth in a slow aria: "Cuckoo! Who are you? What's the matter?"

Cyril was thinking about how to answer the owl who appeared to be the doorman when he heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Go away, Zoe."

The owl heard its familiar voice and wanted to flap its wings and fly towards Brian excitedly.

However, it was blocked by something invisible and almost hit the ground.

"Cuckoo! Welcome back! Chief Bu... Scott!"

The owl Zoe happily spun around the door, spinning very fast.

Cyril even wondered if the little guy was going to get himself dizzy.

Just as he was thinking about this, he saw this owl made an unknown number of turns, and fell to the ground in a dizzy manner.

Cyril blinked, this owl doorman doesn't seem to be very smart...

Brian ignored Zooey the Owl, raised his slender right hand and pressed it on the center of the circle on the door.

The magic circle seemed to be activated suddenly, and a bright light appeared at the edge.

The cobweb-like lines in the witch formation seemed to swim flexibly.

Then, the tightly closed door shrinks from the middle to the ends.

The door opened silently.

Cyril followed behind Mr. Scott into the Dean's office.

He soon discovered to his surprise that the layout of this dean's office was as luxurious and romantic as the parlour he had seen in Mr. Scott's wizard carriage. style.

The room was quiet and empty.

The bright blue flames of the fireplace continued to burn, and the small river of stars glistened on the ceiling.

"Is Dean Brian not here?"

Cyril asked involuntarily.

He had thought that Mr. Scott had brought himself here to meet his mentor.

"The tutor is very busy."

Brian said casually, and he began to nonsense: "I rarely have the opportunity to see him. The tutor explained to me before that I will be responsible for guiding your future magic study."

Cyril froze for a moment, inexplicably relieved.

He thought of Mr. Scott's powerful magic again, nodded obediently, and thanked the other party: "I will ask you for more advice later, I will definitely study hard!"

Brian looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He sat on the sofa and tapped the armrest lightly, and said, "However, I think you just arrived at the academy and may need a period of adaptation. Our course starts in two weeks, and the location is In the dean's office. I will teach you some rare and dangerous magic alone, I hope you will be prepared."