After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

"newcomer?"

The leading boy stared at Cyril and asked.

This boy has striking blond hair, not Mr. Scott's understated and elegant platinum, but a very bright and highly saturated golden yellow.

Cyril felt the boy's sizing up, and he cautiously did not speak.

He noticed that the boy lightly rubbed the pocket watch in his hand.

"You are?"

Paris Geller raised his voice and asked.

"We are the new students brought by Mr. Obilai Wizard, and we came three days earlier than you."

The blond boy gave a friendly smile.

He raised the map in his hand and said, "We will go to Whale Falling Island by boat in five days."

The blond boy paused, looked at Cyril's expression casually, and continued: "Your time is running out, I advise you to explore the manor quickly and see if there are any good things."

Paris Geller was a little confused when he heard the words. He wanted to ask something more, but the blond boy had already waved at them and went downstairs to leave.

When the boy's background disappeared from sight, Cyril looked away.

He had an intuition that the words just now were revealed to him specially by the blond boy.

The moment Cyril noticed the gaze of the blond boy, he let the system check his physical fitness.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the opponent's "spiritual power: 16; magic power: 4".

Even if the comer is not good, at least he can beat it.

***

The blond boy and his three companions had already walked to the lobby on the first floor.

"James, why did you tell those people specifically?"

asked one of his companions, somewhat puzzled.

"That black-haired boy has very powerful magic equipment."

James shrugged and waved the brass pocket watch in his hand.

This is a good thing he found when he was exploring in Rose Manor the next day, and it can detect whether the opponent has magic equipment.

It took him a long time to figure out how to use this thing.

Judging the range of that person according to the direction of the hour hand on the dial, and judging the power of the magic equipment he carries according to the size of the number pointed by the minute hand.

The reason why such an accurate usage can be obtained is also thanks to the large and small disputes that broke out in the Rose Manor in the past few days.

Thinking of this, James secretly sighed: Sure enough, there are people out there, and this year's wizard apprentice reserve is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

"Take it as a good sale to that black-haired boy, and be merciful in the subsequent grading trials."

James continued to explain: "We are the first to disclose information to him. If he finds anything in the next few days, he can also communicate with us during meal time."

"Too."

His companion nodded emotionally.

"We have to hurry up and find more good things before the grading trial."

Several people quickened their pace, passed through the luxurious arches in the lobby on the first floor, and walked outside.

***

Cyril found his own room, with a bronze plaque with the size "601" hanging on the white wooden door.

He turned the round brass lock on the door clockwise, and with a click, the door opened.

The switch of the corridor light in the room is at the entrance. Cyril gently pressed the switch, and a light yellow warm light rose from the corridor lamp.

The furnishings in the room are simple and elegant.

There is a small living room, and the door on the right is the bedroom.

One side of the bedroom is also equipped with a desk for reading and writing, and a small and delicate brass kerosene lamp is placed on the table.

Cyril pushed open the bedroom window.

There are large blooming pale pink roses planted in the window sill.

By this time night had completely fallen.

A crescent moon and some scattered stars floated in the silent night sky.

In the distance, you can see the lake under the night and the tall and low bushes, and you can vaguely see three or two black figures.

The sound of birds beating their wings was faintly heard in the woods farther away.

Cyril looked at the scenery outside, and just as he was about to close the window, a round snowy owl flew towards Cyril with an envelope bigger than its entire body in its beak.

Then "baji—" hit Cyril's chest.

???

Why doesn't this snowy owl look very smart...

Seeing that the dizzy snowy owl was about to fall to the floor, Cyril hurriedly stretched out one hand to catch the little chubby, and nimbly grabbed the dropped letter with the other hand.

The palm-sized snowy owl tilted its head in Cyril's hand and looked at him, seemingly silently urging him to open the letter quickly.

Xing Ba, although he is not very clever, but at least he is conscientious.

Cyril put Xiao Feijiu on the desk, and then looked at the letter in his hand.

The color of the envelope is rich black, and exudes a faint cool fragrance.

On the seal of the envelope was a dark red, exquisite "seal seal" full of aristocratic feeling.

The pattern of the seal is that two roses are intertwined with each other, and even the veins of the leaves are clearly depicted.

Cyril found a brand new pocket knife in the desk drawer.

Tilting the knife, he carefully cut off the wax marks.

After finishing it, Cyril gently opened the envelope and took out a smooth invitation letter.

[to whom It May Concern,

Rose Manor welcomes you and wishes you an unforgettable time before you leave.

From your sincere estate owner.

Remember: every time the sun sets, it is the time when treasures come and go.All conflicts in the manor are at your own risk! ]

"Whenever the sun sets, it is the time when treasures come and go."

Cyril's eyes stayed on this sentence.

He thought of the words of the blond boy he met just before he came up, and what Mr. Scott said before he left, his eyes drooped.

It seems that there must be something worth looking forward to in this manor.

Cyril quickly read the letter, and carefully searched the envelope again and again, but did not see any other information.

He put the letter paper back into the envelope and put it away. Unexpectedly, a cluster of bright blue flames spread from the seal of the previous seal in the next moment.

The flame quickly licked the corners of the envelope, but Cyril's fingers holding the envelope could not feel the temperature of the flame at all.

Not long after, the entire envelope and the invitation were burned in his hands, leaving no ashes behind.

Seeing that his task was completed, the snowy owl flapped his wings and flew out of the window, his chubby body disappeared into the night sky.

Cyril was slightly stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses and carefully closed the window, plugged in the latch, and after thinking about it, he closed the curtain again.

Exploration is definitely going to be explored.

He glanced at the brass kerosene lamp on the table, and felt that it seemed that the owner of the manor specially prepared it for this purpose.

But before exploring, you still have to fill your stomach first.

Cyril took out the map and wanted to find the location of the restaurant.

However, he kept zooming in and out and searching, but he couldn't find the words and logo of "restaurant".

Just as Cyril was wondering whether he should go directly to the lobby on the first floor, he suddenly thought of the scene where Mr. Scott signed his finger on the parchment.

So Cyril also wrote the word "restaurant" in the blank space with his index finger.

Soon, the little red dot marking Cyril's location on the map began to move. It quickly jumped down the stairs, and the scenery on the map changed accordingly, until the little red dot stayed in the side hall on the first floor The location marked "Restaurant".

"It's done!"

Cyril frowned.

He folded the map and put it in his pocket, picked up the small kerosene lamp on the desk, and went downstairs to the restaurant according to the map's instructions.