After Being Fancied by a Necromancer 48 English MTL:
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"Good evening, everyone."
The man's voice is like a low-pitched cello, deep and magnetic, very nice.
"Hope you guys have a great night."
His tone was calm and natural, and his elegant male voice was like a meandering snake letter.
As his voice fell, the pressure all over the hall faded like a tide.
Cyril heard a near-unified sigh of relief around him.
"That's Dean Brian, the only dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy, and the great undead wizard who is well-known in the entire wizarding continent."
Addison Morgan said dryly, his voice full of reverence.
He was staring at the dean, and suddenly felt a blur in front of him, his vision seemed to be blocked by something invisible.
Addison Morgan took off his glasses and sighed, wiped them lightly with a clean white towel on the small round table, and put them back on.
However, the situation has not improved.
He was stunned for a while, realized something, and murmured in a low voice: "Sure enough! Master Dean is very mysterious, and low-level wizard apprentices can't stare at him for a long time."
Addison Morgan pushed his glasses, he turned his head to look at Cyril, and there was a hint of envy in his usual calm tone: "Dean Brian did not teach any courses. It is said that he only He will teach students under his own name. Now, he has only two students, both S-class wizard apprentices, one is the head of the academy Claude Scott, and the other is you...Cyril Lawrence!"
Cyril blinked.
He looked up at the amazingly handsome Dean Brian in the middle of the high platform.
The other party's long silver-white hair seems to be flowing with starlight on the top of the head, and the whole body is still haunted by a faint smoke-gray mist.
Cyril could feel the other party's fluttering sight passing through the crowd and falling on him precisely.
Across a long distance, he met a pair of dark eyes, the sharp edge in the deep black eyes was covered by a playful smile.
Cyril faintly heard a small ticking sound.
Immediately afterwards, he suddenly felt that his eyes were firmly fixed, and he couldn't break free.
He couldn't even close his eyes for a while, so he could only maintain his original posture abruptly and directly meet Dean Brian's gaze.
Time seemed to stand still, and the surrounding scene was reduced to a blurred background amid the noise of others.
The end of Cyril's line of sight was only the gaze of the other party staring at him playfully and caringly.
The eyes glide slowly over him with a strong interest.
It is like a viper's sticky sight, sizing the delicate prey it plays in the palm of your hand inch by inch.
Cyril could feel an uncontrollable shudder running down his back, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.
The strong stress response of his body made him hold his breath.
At this time, there was a soft "tick-" sound in my ear.
"Cyril, come on!"
Jenny put her hands on her cheeks, smiled at Cyril, and gave her sincere encouragement.
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After Being Fancied by a Necromancer | BL, MTL
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