After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

As soon as Cyril went out the next day, he found someone pretending to be looking for something in the corridor on the sixth floor, while looking at him vaguely.

He guessed that it was probably the effect of the boy last night, and felt a little amused in his heart.

Cyril pretended not to notice, his face remained calm.

He imitated Mr. Scott's distant and arrogant expression, pretending to be a stranger.

When he walked to the restaurant on the first floor, as expected, he heard some strange rumors mixed with the chatter around him.

What "Shocked! The horrific murder that went viral in the Rose Manor scared the children out of their wits!".

What is "Fright in the Night! Why are you screaming in the middle of the night in the corridor on the sixth floor?".

What is "cruel life insight, why do young boys break down and shout at night?".

Cyril was in a complicated mood.

There is an illusion that I was caught off guard and became a villain in the Novice Village.

Until he heard that "the poor party's hard-earned black-hearted magic items have been robbed...", he ate three soft cupcakes to suppress his shock.

This is outrageous!

He obviously ran away without making a move!

He didn't even know what magic items the other party had.

Is this the legendary "touch porcelain"?

You do the bad things, and I will take the blame.

Cyril had mixed feelings in his heart.

The day flies by.

Nothing happened the last night.

The freshmen all know that they are about to leave the continent of Atlantis where they were born and grew up, and go to the unknown and mysterious wizard continent.

There is an invisible restlessness in the air, mixed with complicated emotions.

The Sun Also Rises.

When Cyril woke up, he saw a letter beside the bed.

The letter told the freshmen to go to the southwest direction of Rose Manor.

There is also a lifelike hourglass drawn on the back of the letter.

At this time, the upper part of the hourglass is still full, and thin black dots leak from the connecting part in the middle to the empty lower part of the hourglass.

Is this a reminder that they need to get to their next destination before the top half of the hourglass runs out?

Thinking of this, Cyril was slightly taken aback.

In his impression, the southwest direction of Rose Manor is a tall fence.

Behind the ordinary fence is a solemn and solemn city wall, and the thick and heavy city wall is engraved with the traces of the years.

Cyril calculated the flow rate of the hourglass and gave them about three hours.

So he washed up unhurriedly, before going to the restaurant downstairs to have a full meal.

Today's restaurant piece is a slightly sad track.

The faint sound of the flute seems to be full of inextricable sorrows of parting, which makes people feel depressed.

Of course, this did not affect Cyril's appetite.

Under the "destruction" of the system's large number of weird playlists, Cyril still accepts this level of music well.

When he finished his meal and walked to the southwest of Qiangwei Manor, he found a wide opening in the center of the city wall.

It was as if the two previously tight city walls slowly moved a path to both sides.

Some noisy human voices came from the front, and Cyril seemed to smell a fishy smell of the sea breeze.

Wait... sea breeze?

"Hi, Cyril!"

Warren Abraham caught up with Cyril from behind, greeted him, and came to his side.

Warren's gaze swept across the two bronzing thick-covered books in Cyril's hands, and he restrained himself from stopping.

"Hi, Warren, good morning!"

Cyril smiled at him and replied politely.

They walked side by side for a while, and the feeling of the sea breeze became stronger.

Then they stopped at the end of the road.

"I never expected that Rose Manor is actually by the sea!"

Warren sighed in surprise.

"It's probably because the surrounding sea is shielded by magic, so we can't feel it at all in Rose Manor."

After he finished speaking, he stared fixedly at the sea in front of him.

As the son of a lord's illegitimate son who had been born and raised in Philadelphia and had not had much opportunity to travel to other towns, this was the first time he had seen the sea.

The azure sea surface is dotted with silver light under the sun, and the waves rush to the shore one by one.

Seagulls soar in the high sky.

A huge steam brass cruise ship is docked on the shore.

There were no other ships around, and this was obviously Cyril's destination—the cruise ship that was about to take the freshmen to Whalefall Island.

The whole ship is glowing with a cold metal color, lingering a feeling of coldness and austerity.

The tall chimneys and masts are very eye-catching.

Cyril also looked at the cruise ship in surprise.

I don't know if this giant ship docked here before they arrived at Rose Manor, or did it appear silently afterwards?

After all, he had never heard the whistle of a cruise ship in Rose Manor.

At this time, the freshmen can already be seen on the cruise ship.

"Let's go, get on board."

Cyril and Warren glanced at each other, and they both walked towards the cruise ship.

At the door of the cabin stood a puppet figure in elaborate costumes.

If one didn't look at its bald head, one would think it was a decent gentleman.

The puppet was wearing a black satin suit.

The white shirt front is stacked with fancy ruffles embroidered with silver thread embroidery.

A crimson brooch with a twisted and strange shape was pinned to the breast pocket.

Holding a long black cane in his hand, the puppet sensed the arrival of someone. Its head without facial features slightly twisted at an angle, looking at Cyril and Warren.

Obviously the puppet has no eyes on its head, but Cyril somehow feels that he is being looked at by someone.

This look is very polite and polite, and will not make people feel offended by being peeped at.

He also quietly looked at the puppet in front of him.

"Good morning, two lovely freshmen! Welcome to the 'Black' cruise ship. I'm Papeet, the steward who is in charge of your food and living on board."

It made a flat machine sound, and the words and sentences were like brass gears turning rhythmically.

Cyril guessed that the puppet without facial features in front of him should be making sounds from his abdomen.

He blinked, with a calm expression, nodded politely to the other party, and said sincerely: "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Papert."

Cyril's voice was steady and polite, as if the person facing him was really a well-trained butler, not a special puppet.

Warren gave Cyril a quick look.

He also reacted very well, and also politely thanked the puppet: "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Papert, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Gentlemen, your decorum is to be admired."

The puppet nodded in relief, and took out two brass door cards from its thin pocket with its white-gloved hands.

Cyril keenly noticed that there were transparent threads on its gloves that disappeared in an instant.

"This is your room key card, I hope you cherish your time on the 'Black' cruise ship. I wish you two a pleasant journey!"

The puppet nodded slightly at them and pointed to the direction of the room.

Cyril took his brass door card and took a quick look.

This is a blank card.

In the next moment, he felt a slight fluctuation of magic power on the brass door card.

A line of beautiful handwriting appeared on this brass door card - "Cyril Lawrence, First Class, Room 22."

"Thanks again! Good-bye, Mr. Papert."

Seeing the words "First Class", Cyril's eyes lit up, and his tone became more eager.

He said goodbye to the puppet and went to his room.

The brass door card in Warren's hand on the side also has his own name and room number written on it, which is also a first-class room.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it was a wise choice to make friends with Cyril.

Cyril went to his room to say goodbye to Warren.

At this time, a brass doorplate had been hung on the door of his room, with Cyril's name and room number written on it, the handwriting was exactly the same as the brass door card in his hand.

There is a card slot where a card can be inserted in the door lock position.

Cyril inserted the brass door card he got from the puppet, only to hear a "click-click-" sound of gears snapping together, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Cyril doesn't know how the other cabins are, at least his first-class cabin is very nice, and the decoration is luxurious.

On the ceiling is a beautiful crystal lamp.

The walls are painted with intricate and elegant patterns, and the bed is neatly folded with silk quilts and goose down pillows.

A leather couch and a small walnut table are on the other side.

There is a small glass window that looks out to the deep blue sea.

Cyril groped around the room carefully.

Except that there is no trace of dust anywhere in the room (even in the corners), there is nothing strange about it.

Upholding his trust in the brass door card with magical fluctuations, Cyril put the two books that were not easy to carry with him under the pillow.

One is the "Strange Creature Cookbook" he found on the first day.

The other is "Seeking a doctor is worse than seeking your own—On the identification and efficacy of herbal medicine" that he found last night.

Compared with the author's particularly obvious personal style and special preferences, the content of the second book is much more serious and academic.

Although the author of this book still reveals a strong contempt for various wizard potions on the market (this can be seen from the title of the book), but this book contains all kinds of medicines that are not related to various herbal medicines. The detailed introduction can well make up for Cyril's knowledge blind spot.

Of course, the knowledge blind spot of Cyril, who is currently serving as a novice wizard apprentice reserve, is... the sea of ​​stars.

[This shows that you have huge room for improvement! 】

The system consoled.

After hiding the book, Cyril thought for a while and took the night flint with him, then left the room and went to other places on the cruise ship.

The first-class section was very quiet, and it was not until Cyril came to the wide deck that he saw many new students.

Cyril walked to the edge of the deck, leaned over the side of the ship and looked down.

At this time, the boat has not yet sailed, and the water is calm.

The white waves hit the boat gently, making a soothing sound.

The moist sea breeze brushed against Cyril's cheeks.

There is a hint of salty taste unique to the sea in the wind.

Farther away, the sea and the sky meet, and the dark blue water and the light blue sky merge into a straight line.

Cyril looked around at the surrounding scenery, and just as he turned his head, he happened to meet the eyes of a boy with short brown hair.

It looks familiar...

Cyril squinted his eyes, and suddenly remembered the frightened face of the boy who disturbed his dream the night before yesterday.

That coward looked exactly like the one in front of him.

Cyril raised a "friendly" smile towards the other party.

The boy with short brown hair seemed to finally recognize that Cyril in front of him was the female ghost with black hair and white clothes. His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by black shadows.

The boy turned and ran.

Cyril quickly estimated his running speed and the boy's running speed in his heart, and regretfully found that if he chose to catch up, he might not be able to catch up in vain.

But in the next moment, he saw a puppet figure suddenly flashed out and grabbed the fleeing boy firmly with one hand.

The tall puppet was holding the boy like a chicken.

Cyril originally thought it was Mr. Papert the butler, but when he took a closer look, he found something different.

Although the two puppets had heads as smooth as round eggs, butler Papeit wore a gentleman's suit, while this puppet wore a guard uniform.

"Running is prohibited on deck!"

The sound of the puppet's emotionless machine sounded.

It pointed to a brass bulletin board standing beside it, on which some rules on cruise ships were clearly written:

[1. It is forbidden to attack any service personnel on board!

2. Running on the deck is prohibited!

3. Fighting is not allowed except in casinos!

4. No loud noises on board!

5. No food wastage allowed!

6. Supplement at any time, those who break the rules will be automatically downgraded! 】

Cyril saw the boy tremblingly read the text on the bulletin, hurriedly took out his brass door card, took a look and wept.

It certainly doesn't look like a good cabin, and the corners of Cyril's mouth curled up slightly.

"Hi, Jenny, Roz!"

Cyril withdrew his gaze from the boy and happened to see the Weber siblings approaching. He was in a good mood and took the initiative to greet them.

"Hi! Cyril! You are so fast! When we came out, we saw that there were still many people who still wanted to try their luck in Rose Manor, so we also went to take a look around."

Jenny spread her hands helplessly, and continued, "It's obvious that I returned empty-handed."

Cyril glanced at the envelope in Jenny's hand, and the hourglass drawn on it was about an hour left.

He then reminded the Webb siblings to look at the brass bulletin board.

"No wonder someone tried to occupy someone else's first-class room just now and was dragged down by the puppet man! In this way, everyone can finally calm down on the ship."

Jenny said with a sigh of relief.

Cyril nodded in agreement, and finally he can end his life of staying up all night! !

He condemned this arrangement of putting the exploration mission at night very much in his heart.

Could it be that this kind of work and rest is to select the champion of staying up late among the freshmen!

During the past few days in Qiangwei Manor, blue dark circles appeared under his eyes!

After that, Cyril bid farewell to the Weber siblings and returned to his room.

He was just about to take out the book "It's Better to Seek Yourself--On the Identification and Effects of Herbs" when he thought about it, he stretched out his hand and spread out the "Cooking Handbook of Strange Creatures", and found the chapter "Marine Life" from the catalogue. , looked carefully.

Cyril watched and memorized, time passed unknowingly.

The top half of the hourglass gradually emptied above the stationery he had set aside.

When the last few small black dots slipped through the narrow connecting pipe in the middle of the hourglass, a loud siren sounded from outside the room.

"Woo-!"

The cruise ship starts.