After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

When Cyril practiced the spell before, he didn't deliberately distinguish the magic elements around him.

He could only vaguely feel that there seemed to be some differences between these magical elements.

Probably Professor Christina Black had arranged something in the classroom in advance.

If the wizard apprentices concentrate on meditation, they can use their mental power to see the colors of the different magic elements presented by the short-haired witches in the previous demonstration.

Cyril closed his eyes, feeling the magical elements around him with his mental power.

His long eyelashes cast a small shadow under the lid.

Although his magic power was suppressed by eating the moonlight fruit in a hurry, Cyril's mental power of "35" played a good role at this time.

He first felt many small red light spots actively approaching him.

Thinking of the fireball technique he had performed many times before, Cyril was not surprised.

Then, the black dark elements also gathered quietly, followed by the white light elements...

After Christina finished explaining to these new wizard apprentices, she let them practice on their own.

She walked around in the classroom, correcting some of the wizard apprentices' wrong practices, and by the way observed how the magic element affinity of this batch of wizard apprentices was.

"Use mental power, sir! I never told you to use your eyes to see."

Christina walked up to an apprentice wizard and bent down slightly, looking straight into his eyes and said.

Her sharp eyes made the wizard apprentice feel ashamed, and he immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes in fright.

Christina straightened up and walked on.

Most wizard apprentices are surrounded by magical elements of at least one color.

She nodded slightly, expressing satisfaction.

Christina walked to the back row of the classroom, tapped the ground with her toes, turned around smartly and continued walking back.

The hem of the sky-blue wizard robe drew an arc, and the corner of the robe fluttered in the air, like a bird fluttering its wings.

Christina corrected a few more students who hadn't meditated successfully. Every class has some guys who didn't pay attention to the class!

Afterwards, she walked to the first row of the classroom, her eyes could not help being attracted by Cyril, and her eyes changed slightly.

Christina opened her mouth slightly, feeling a little unbelievable, and then she thought of something, and she was relieved, and even had a hint of understanding.

Of course she remembered this wizard apprentice named Cyril Lawrence, who was the only S-rank wizard apprentice at their Snowbog Wizard Academy (without the vest made by the dean's bad taste).

At this time, the child was surrounded by seven kinds of magic elements, neatly arranged, and there were quite a few of them.

These magical elements don't even conflict with each other.

You must know that this is very rare for a new wizard apprentice-his affinity for magic elements has reached an astonishing level!

The magic elements stayed silently beside Cyril one by one, jumping up occasionally, trying to touch his fingertips.

Christina's gaze could not help falling on Cyril's obedient and calm face.

His eyelashes were drooping, and he looked serious and immature in a different way.

This young S-rank wizard apprentice doesn't seem to know what a terrifying talent he possesses, which is beyond compare.

"All-element affinity is amazing."

Christina stood in front of Cyril and spoke with appreciation.

As his professor, the short-haired witch admired him sincerely.

Cyril opened his eyes when he heard the words, and he himself did not expect that all the magic elements would gather over later.

Those beautiful and clear apricot eyes shone with surprise, and he couldn't help smiling at the professor.

Christina froze for a moment when she saw Cyril's smile.

The boy's eyes were clear and his smile was unbelievably innocent.

She suddenly and strangely understood Dean Brian's thoughts for a moment.

Such a well-behaved, cute and tender S-rank apprentice wizard really makes people want to explore and destroy.

However, Christina pursed her lips again in the next moment, and straightened her face.

Understood... shit!

What a seedling!It is not advisable for the dean to destroy flowers with his hands!

Addison Morgan, who was sitting next to Cyril, pushed his glasses, calmly wrote Cyril's information page in his notebook and quickly added something.

And the light-brown haired boy sitting on their diagonal right who has been watching Cyril's movements looks like he just swallowed a lemon.

"That's all for this lesson!"

Christina glanced at the wall clock on the wall and realized that two hours had passed.

The little paper man on the podium had already finished correcting the test papers, and was lying lazily on the top parchment, with a paper hand supporting his little head.

Even though it has no facial features and expressions, it abruptly made many apprentice wizards read the contempt from the paper people—with all due respect, everyone here is a hot chicken!

Christina waved her magic wand, and the parchments that had been corrected and marked with bright red marks flew towards the respondent "swish".

Many wizard apprentices managed to survive until the end of get out of class and were just about to breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing this scene, their hearts trembled again.

"Assignment for class, write a paper on the theory of meditation, due in next class."

Christina raised her eyebrows and said, "People with full marks don't need to do it. One piece of parchment is over [-] points, two sheets are over [-] points, and three sheets are over [-] points."

She looked around at the few wizard apprentices in the classroom who bowed their heads, and said lightly: "For those under [-], five parchment-length papers, plus a hand-copied "Introductory Guide to Magic Theory". I will focus on you."

Afterwards, Christina added calmly: "As for those who don't want to hand in their homework, I don't care. The various labor activities in the college look forward to your joining."

Her tone at this time could be called gentle, but the wizard apprentices in the classroom couldn't help holding their breath.

"Maybe someone is trying to use magic to do the homework."

Christina smiled slightly, and continued, "Unless you can prevent me from seeing it, I don't mind you doing it. After I see it, the consequences are the same as above."

After she finished speaking, she ignored the wizard apprentices and walked out of the classroom.

Cyril sighed as he looked at the parchment with a bright red "98" score in his hand.

Just a little bit less, and you can write one less paper!

However, when he caught a glimpse of the test paper with a score of "99" in the hands of his deskmate Addison Morgan, he regained his balance.

In particular, it was the first time for Cyril to see such a drastic change of expression on Addison's face (shocked and unbelievable), and he patted Addison's shoulder gloatingly to show his comfort.

Cyril packed up his things and put them in his convenient robe pockets.

Then he walked briskly and planned to go to the restaurant to cook.

However, he didn't expect to be stopped before he even walked out of the classroom.

The boy with the light brown hair stood in front of him, and his two attendants, one male and one female, stood beside him, blocking the aisle firmly.

The boy was taller than Cyril, but his figure was thin, his complexion was pale like the one that hadn't been exposed to the sun for many years, and his chin was also pointed.

Coupled with the fact that the boy was full of depression and his eyes were dark, he looked a bit like the vampire Cyril had seen in movies.

Cyril blinked his eyes and asked, "What can I do?"

The boy straightened up and replied coldly, "Nicholas Cavendish."

While speaking, his eyes were a little complacent, and there was a hint of arrogance in his voice.

Brother, I don't care who you are!I mean why are you stopping me from eating? ?

Cyril raised his eyebrows, his thoughts were laid on his fair little face without any concealment.

Nicholas Cavendish saw his blunt face choked up, and his lips were drawn into a straight line: "I am Nicholas Cavendish."

He paused, his face aggrieved, as if he was about to say something disgusting: "A-level wizard apprentice."

Afterwards, he raised his voice and speeded up his speech: "Do you dare to compete with me in the arena?"

Cyril realized instantly that he was here to fight, and he spit out a word cleanly: "No."

When Nicholas Cavendish saw that Cyril rejected him without even thinking about it, his expression became even more angry and arrogant.

damn it!Does this wizard apprentice know who his parents are!

Nicholas Cavendish showed extraordinary talent as a wizard since he was a child.

He was able to mobilize his magical powers early on, casting spells without using a wand.

Under the strict requirements of his parents, he even read a lot of magic books early on.

He originally thought that he would be able to get a surefire S-rank wizard apprentice during the grading trial of wizard apprentices, but he didn't expect that he was unlucky during the trial and provoked a swarm of manic one-eyed poisonous spiders, and he only got A rating for a Class A wizard's apprentice.

It would be fine if there were no S-level wizard apprentices among the new students, A-level is the highest level among the new student wizard apprentices.

However, Nicholas Cavendish did not expect that there would be an S-rank apprentice wizard among those apprentice wizards from outside!

It must be that those people's wizard apprentice grading trials are easier than those of their wizard children!

That guy was accepted as a student by Dean Brian, and he hooked up with Chief Scott very quickly!

He's just a commoner from another continent who has never touched magic before!

Recalling the last time this impolite guy dared to ignore him in the restaurant, Nicholas Cavendish felt his self-esteem was challenged.

His cheeks flushed slightly with anger:

"Coward! Why don't you go, don't you dare?"

Cyril only felt that this unfriendly classmate was a little strange.

He asked seriously: "Did you get full marks in the test? I mean, the class test just now?"

Nicholas Cavendish almost choked when he thought of his test paper with a score of only "95", thinking that the other party must have seen his score before and wanted to use it to ridicule him.

He became more and more annoyed, and even said indiscriminately: "It's none of your business!"

Ah, it looks like I didn't do very well in the exam.

Cyril was a little sorry for poking his sore foot.

As for the other party's arrogant attitude, it's like a child rolling around trying to attract others' attention.

Speaking of arrogance, the correct way to open it up should be like Mr. Scott, using his powerful strength to make people speechless.

Cyril glanced at Nicholas Cavendish in front of him, thinking that he was also his classmate, he kindly said: "Put your mind on your studies."

He exhorted solemnly, the sincere concern floating between his brows was not hypocrisy.

Nicholas Cavendish choked on him for a few seconds, his forehead twitched.

As soon as he was about to speak, Cyril spoke first: "First, time is precious. I will spend the rest of my time studying, and I don't have time to fight with you."

"Secondly, you may have heard that I mistakenly took the moonlight fruit in the grading trial of the wizard apprentice, and my magic power has not recovered yet."

Nicholas Cavendish's gaze was fixed on Cyril's body.

He narrowed his eyes, as if he was judging whether Cyril was lying.

After a while, he slowed down, remained silent for a few seconds, and continued: "Then compete with me after your magic power recovers!"

Cyril was a little helpless, and didn't understand why the other party was so persistent.

But he still refused: "No, the first year is the best time to study for free, I can't waste time fighting with you, unless you pay me Wu Jing."

"..."

Nicholas Cavendish was blocked by this frankness, and he looked disbelieving.

Why is there someone... His throat was choked, and he said angrily: "Compete with me, and I will pay you 500 witch crystals!"

"Okay, no problem, deal!"

Cyril's eyes lit up, and he gestured "OK" to him.

A fight can last up to half an hour, 500 witch crystals for half an hour, which is a good deal!

"Except for class time, I can do other time. Otherwise, we can play a game right now."

Cyril flashed him a harmless smile, his beautiful almond eyes shining brightly.

"Fight one now, and fight again after my magic power recovers, so that we can compare the difference! If there are two games, I can give you a [-]% discount! If you need to practice with me later, I will also I can give you a discount. Does your companion need anything else?"

Cyril suggested solemnly, the smile on his face was very bright, and the delicate eyebrows and eyes were eye-catching.

"..."

Nicholas Cavendish was in a daze.

I don't understand why my style of blocking people and fighting has suddenly changed into a harmonious bargaining.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and suddenly felt like a fat sheep being targeted.

The author has something to say: Cyril: Good!Pull the wool!