After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"Sir, may I change places with you?"

The noble youth asked with a half-smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the wizard apprentices and reserve soldiers present looked at this "warrior" in unison.

Good guy, dare to ask a powerful wizard to make room for him...

Cyril's eyelids trembled, and he covered his face with his hands.

The aristocratic young man felt a little proud of the veiled gazes from all around him.

Yes, he is the man who wants to be the center of attention.

"No."

Brian raised his eyelids casually and said coldly.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes were gloomy and cold, filled with chill.

The noble youth choked up for a second when he heard the refusal, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

He snorted coldly, turned around and walked to his companion.

Cyril intuitively felt that he would continue to be a demon.

Sure enough, the noble young man sat down and began to chatter, chattering endlessly: "My father has been lamenting recently that more and more unruly country people have come to the capital, polluting the air..."

"Noisy."

Brian said something softly, in a calm tone.

Although his voice was light and ethereal, it actually reached the ears of everyone in the carriage.

The noble young man's complexion changed as if he had been exposed, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

Brian curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the table.

His scrutinizing gaze was like a cold blade, looking at the noble youth through a monocle.

"Keep quiet in public, sir."

Bryan said slowly, with a touch of aristocratic aria.

There was a hint of warning in the low and elegant male voice.

"damn it!"

The aristocratic young man looked angry, he raised his chin and said: "You must know that my father is a member of Congress, wait until I tell father..."

Before he finished speaking, the lips that moved suddenly could not make any sound, and could only tremble strangely.

His face became flushed, and then his cheeks gradually turned purple, as if the surrounding air had been sucked away, and he couldn't breathe.

The younger brothers beside the noble youth were also shocked, looked at him in panic, and then looked at the handsome man with a distant smile on his face in horror.

"A good boy must know how to keep quiet."

Brian raised the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were full of bone-piercing indifference.

Paris Geller sat upright for a moment, as if being taught etiquette by the strictest governess.

Thinking of his behavior in the carriage before, his spine felt a chill, and he took a deep breath.

It is really commemorative that I am still safe and sound after being chattering and croaking for so long under the eyes of the wizard.

This is killing chickens and monkeys, right?right?

Paris Geller didn't dare to look into Mr. Wizard's eyes.

He lowered his head and stared at the newspaper spread on the table, as if he was completely attracted by the interesting content on the newspaper.

The next moment, the noble young man knelt down on the floor, clutching his neck, and coughed earth-shatteringly.

He wanted to yell at him, but he flinched when he thought of the tragic experience just now.

He had no choice but to wriggle his lips silently, presumably greeting Brian's family cursing in his heart.

Cyril has been carefully watching the development of the situation.

He saw that when the noble young man turned back to his seat, a wisp of thin black smoke penetrated into his back and flashed past.

Cyril subconsciously looked at Mr. Scott, and happened to meet those beautiful cross-eyed eyes, with a hint of teasing in them.

He suddenly thought of the dream last night, and showed an innocent and harmless smile stiffly.

Cyril blinked, indicating that he didn't know anything.

As soon as the next station arrived, the train had just stopped and opened the door, and the noble young man got off the train in a panic.

Everyone couldn't help looking at the back of the noble young man through the car window, and suddenly heard a low chuckle: "You don't think that's the end of it, do you?"

"What do you say? Cyril."

Brian casually twirled the little ring on his finger.

Cyril was suddenly named, and he quickly thought about Mr. Scott's intentions, and felt that it would be better to tell the truth.

He paused, and said his guess: "I guess he will be very unlucky in the future."

Brian raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly in agreement.

Jenny whispered in her younger brother Luoz's ear, "I just foresaw that the man was accidentally kidnapped while riding in a carriage..."

She was silent for a second, then lowered her voice and continued: "Later, when he was rescued, he broke a leg. Because of this, he received a divorce from his fiancée..."

Luoz's body trembled, and his heart trembled.

Never offend Mr. Wizard in the future! !

***

The central station of Wangdu is very grand, with dozens of tracks laid out in sequence, leading to different directions.

The tall dome is covered with pieces of spliced ​​glass, and the gorgeous sunset glows through the glass to print fiery red reflections on the clean and clean ground.

As soon as they got out of the station, they saw a young man in a gray robe walking towards them.

The man looked haggard as if he hadn't slept in days and nights.

Brown hair was piled in a mess on the top of the head, the eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, the eyes were thick black and blue, and the lips were a little chapped.

Most notable is his left arm.

When he raised his hand to greet Cyril and his party, the entire exposed arm was replaced by brass mechanical parts.

He looked at Brian and said, "Are you the Wizard Scott mentioned by Lord Abraham? I'm Johnson Hart, a Class B wizard apprentice working at the Tower of Truth."

There was a subtle respect in the voice.

Brian nodded lazily.

He had indeed heard that some wizard apprentices who felt that they had no hope of becoming a wizard would choose to leave the wizard continent and devote themselves to the Tower of Truth to conduct various researches.

Unexpectedly, they still need to do some reception work.

Look at Johnson Hart, as if he has just been called out of the laboratory.

Johnson Hart felt the gaze of the wizard on the other side. He scratched his head and explained honestly: "You know, the admissions season."

He shrugged helplessly.

"There have been too many wizards coming to the capital recently. Ms. Lilith, who was in charge of the reception, was called to deal with some urgent situations. I was also called temporarily."

In fact, Johnson couldn't figure out why the envoys of the capital had to let the wizard apprentices in the Tower of Truth receive the wizards who came.

After all, in the eyes of real wizards, these apprentice wizards who have no hope of promotion are no different from ordinary people whose spiritual power has not reached the standard.

But of course he couldn't go against the envoy's wishes.

After all, they paid for the huge experimental expenses of the Tower of Truth.

Johnson led a group of people to the waiting steam carriage and motioned them to get on the carriage.

He explained: "It's still the old rule. Wizards and freshmen live in Rose Manor, and the cruise ship to Whalefall Island departs in five days."

Cyril quietly looked at the wizard apprentice of the Tower of Truth.

Listening to the information revealed in these conversations, he was extremely curious.

Is it possible that the Tower of Truth is also a place for wizards to work?

In his impression, the Tower of Truth is similar to a specialized institution engaged in scientific research.

And what does that "B-rank" wizard apprentice mean?

Are wizard apprentices still divided into different levels?

Based on what to divide?

Mental power or magical power?

Cyril thought of Mr. Scott saying that he was an apprentice wizard, so what level of apprentice wizard does he belong to with such powerful magic power?

Cyril felt that he had [-] reasons why he was dancing passionately in his mind.

While thinking in his heart, he looked out the car window.