After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Sensing Cyril's gaze, Brian casually glanced at the undead in front of him, his stern complexion slightly improved.

The undead at least stopped politely in front of the carriage.

Brian nodded towards Cyril, and explained the second key spell - "Undead Contract".

This spell can help the undead summoned by the wizard contract, so that it can be used by oneself in the future.

As for what the undead can do specifically, there are many uses.

The undead are not only good at washing, cooking and cleaning. The higher the magic power used by the master to drive them, the more difficult tasks they can complete.

For example, the skeletons in various positions at the Snowbog Wizarding Academy, they can spontaneously obey the overall arrangement of the dean, stick to their duties, love their jobs and work hard, like this every day, every day, which is awe-inspiring.

To the mighty Necromancer, a man is an army.

You never know what a huge army stands behind a certain necromancer.

Although the dean of Snoborg School of Wizardry is a well-known necromancer in the wizarding continent, Snoborg School of Wizardry is not famous for its undead magic. On the contrary, Black Marsh School of Wizardry has promoted many necromancers each time.

Perhaps it was because the dean of the Snowbog School of Wizardry himself did not teach undead magic courses.

Dean Brian, who never had a class, was now patiently explaining the main points of the spell of the "dead contract".

His tone is low and gentle, his voice is magnetic and pleasant, and his expression is very comfortable.

Cyril is also worthy of being an outstanding S-rank wizard apprentice. He quickly understood the point and began to try the undead in front of the contract.

To his surprise, he succeeded in one attempt.

Cyril looked at Mr. Scott in surprise, and couldn't help feeling in his heart: He really is the head of the academy with outstanding strength!The lectures are also so simple, clear and easy to understand!

Brian raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued:

"The key to the undead contract is the one-hit fatal magic power suppression, or there is a special fit in a certain aspect."

He looked at the skeleton chef and said indifferently: "The reason why your contract was successful this time seems to be more like the latter."

After the contract was successful, information about the contracted undead flooded into Cyril's mind like a flood.

This Mr. Dizet turned out to be a pastry chef who was keen on researching new recipes!

Fate is wonderful.

Cyril then learned from Mr. Scott that the contracted undead usually stays in the undead world by itself on weekdays, and will only appear in front of the master when summoned by the wizard.

If the wizard's own magic power is not enough, I'm afraid he won't be able to maintain enough time for the undead to appear in the wizard's continent.

Cyril couldn't help sighing when he thought of his current magic value of only "10".

It seems that if you want to eat the dessert made by Mr. Dezet, at least you have to wait for his magic power to recover.

Just as Cyril was melancholy, suddenly, the sky darkened.

Light and darkness were exchanged in an instant, the night was diffused, and the fog was vertical and horizontal.

A blood-colored full moon hangs high above the dark night, making people feel chills for no reason.

"Boom-boom-boom-".

The cold midnight bell slammed into the night one after another, the sound was dull and eerie.

The square that was originally open and bright in the white moon was now dark.

The shadows squirmed like ghosts, and the surroundings seemed to have become some kind of monster's lair.

Cyril felt an indescribable chill creeping up from the soles of his feet.

With a jump in his heart, he clenched the wand in his hand, withdrew his gaze from looking at the surrounding environment, and turned to look at Mr. Scott beside him.

He originally wanted to release a "Brightness Curse" for lighting, but he was afraid of disturbing the undead around who didn't know where to hide, so he pressed down on this idea.

Cyril looked at Mr. Scott silently, hoping that the other party could speak out.

Bryan curled his lips, a pleasant yet nasty smile on his face.

It was obviously a cruel bloody moonlight, but it cast an unusually beautiful aura on Cyril, making him look like a little rose stained by the blood of demons.

"Don't worry. The fun will begin soon."

A man's whispering sound came from Cyril's ear.

The voice is slightly hoarse, deep and seductive.

The warm air caressed the pinnae of his ear, and the whole ear seemed to be licked lightly by a slippery and dangerous snake letter.

It was as if there were sparks crackling and burning, and the tingling sensation spread from the tip of the red ear in an instant.

Cyril immediately realized that Mr. Scott was leaning over and talking in his ear.

The deep night blurred each other's faces, creating an ambiguous and lingering atmosphere.

This weird, sticky atmosphere is like a fine and dense net, gradually tightening silently.

Cyril even felt that the surrounding air was a little thin.

Fortunately, in the next moment, the colorful lights suddenly lit up one by one.

The night was suddenly illuminated, and the magnificent and colorful firelight reflected the scene not far away.

The rapid and lively music interweaves and floats in the air.

Countless undead skeletons rushed out like a wave of heat, dancing and dancing.

They all took off the normal and neat clothes that Cyril saw in Baiyue.

Skeletons and skeletons were white, and the blood-colored moonlight shone on them like a strange layer of blood mist.

There are also countless skeleton creatures hovering in groups at low altitude, and the huge skeletons reflect the dazzling light of neon lights.

Many undead climbed onto the dazzling big float, densely packed skeletons hung on the float, like countless, shaking bone skewers.

The most astonishing thing is that when the floats drove slowly through the street, the surrounding houses collapsed one after another, turning into seemingly irreparable bricks and tiles.

Destroy everything that can be destroyed!

A sense of illogical violence and excitement rushed over.

The reaction of the undead was even more excited.

They raised their arms and shook their heads, like melon-eating people jumping up and down with relish.

The collapsed house gave them more excitement and happiness, and some people rushed to dance on the remains of the dilapidated house.

The whole town is immersed in such a "carnival" atmosphere.

Cyril stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

Really large group of demons dancing wildly!

Because of the undead contract established with that Mr. Dezet, Cyril can accurately distinguish the other party among a large group of skeleton men who look very similar.

It was romping happily on the roof of a large, brightly colored float with grotesque horns and tails.

Mr. Dezet's neat chef's uniform was thrown away somewhere.

If Cyril hadn't been able to connect to its soul fire, I couldn't believe that the spirited guy who was singing and dancing happily was the pastry chef who was calm and calm before!

This is probably the legendary "man will be a teenager until he dies"...

Cyril showed a somewhat indescribable expression.

"Are you hungry?"

Suddenly he heard Mr. Scott ask lazily.

Cyril was in a daze for a second, broke away from the lively atmosphere around him, and nodded hesitantly.

Brian snapped his fingers slightly and slowly.

A white and light bone china tray appeared in front of Cyril, and he could still see the bone china faintly shining brightly.

An exquisite red velvet mille-feuille cake and a glass of warm milk are placed on the tray.

The cake exuding the fragrance of light cream is also dotted with a round and lovely little cherry.

So, Cyril ate the soft cake and sat in a very close seat, which was comparable to a VIP seat, watching the carnival of the undead.

The carriage they were sitting in seemed to have automatically separated a peaceful world from the carnival around them.

After an unknown amount of time, the dull midnight bell rang again.

"Boom—boom—boom—" the bell sounded like a cold instruction announcing the end.

The blood moon disappeared quietly, and the white moon hung up the sky again.

The surrounding light suddenly brightened.

And the undead disappeared at that moment.

Even the lights of those lively and colorful floats seemed to have been erased.

The surrounding collapsed houses were quickly restored by something invisible.

In an instant, everything returned to the town that Cyril had seen at the beginning.

That brief carnival was like a blurred dream.

Zok, the bone dragon who joined the carnival before, was still hovering alone in the sky at this time.

"It's getting late, we should go back."

Brian said lightly.

He took Cyril to take the Zucker shuttle again and returned to the cemetery.

Cyril watched as Mr. Scott activated another magic scroll and returned to Snowbog College of Wizardry.

However, the place where they landed was no longer Dean Brian's office, and they went straight back to the dormitory Rose Cottage.

"Thank you for tonight! Good night!"

Before entering the door, Cyril paused, and bid farewell to Mr. Scott obediently.

Brian nodded slightly, the moonlight outside the window shone on his handsome face, casting faint shadows.

Afterwards, the man lowered his head, stretched out his hand and fiddled with Cyril's soft hair hanging on his forehead lightly.

"I'll let you know before the next class. Good night."

Time flies by all of a sudden.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed by.

Although the new wizard apprentices can only learn some basic magic courses for free in the first year, their studies are not easy.

A course not only shows the magic of the wizarding world, but also fully demonstrates the difficulty of the wizard's road.

The vast and complex knowledge is like the boundless sea, which can overwhelm people at any time.

Cyril didn't even know how many sheets of parchment he used to write his after-school papers.

Mr. Scott still took Cyril to the world of the dead during the second class.

This time, Cyril saw the mighty army of undead on the other side.

These tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers obeyed the orders of generals and generals, and these generals and generals worshiped Mr. Scott like a god.

In the second class, Cyril successfully contracted several skeleton soldiers and learned to manipulate them to fight.

After returning from class, Cyril also went to the second floor of the library to borrow books about undead magic, and found some necromancer's handwriting and notes.

He was a little dazed looking at these notes that had condensed a lot of blood and tears.

Why do I feel that I am not in the same undead world as described by these senior wizards! ?

The undead seem to be friendly and polite...

Why did a certain senior still tearfully write in his handbook that he was chased by a vicious skeleton dog for more than 2000 meters? !