After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Several wizard apprentices from the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy froze when they heard what Cyril said, with disbelief written all over their faces.

This person...why doesn't he talk about martial arts so much!

"You! Despicable! Shameless!"

The male-duck voice wizard apprentice from the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy looked at Cyril with anger.

Cyril raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

It's because he has too little knowledge and ignorance, and the other party's behavior of beating back is too natural and smooth, right?

Obviously these people are the first to jump repeatedly on their own bottom line.

Cyril shrugged, looked away from them, and stroked his wand gently instead.

His white wrist holding the beautiful wand shook gracefully, and the tall skeletons behind several wizard apprentices restrained them more firmly.

Just as Cyril was about to go forward to search his body, Nicholas Cavendish, who was standing beside him, took a step forward and said, "You rest, I'll do it!"

After Nicholas finished speaking, he moved his hands unceremoniously, his movements were neat, and he looked very professional.

After a while, many magical objects, large and small, were found and temporarily thrown to the ground.

Cyril glanced at these things, and smiled at Nicholas.

I didn't expect to gain a lot!

"..."

Some muffled syllables came out intermittently, in a very low voice.

After all, Cyril was worried that these apprentice wizards would spoil the harvest environment with their fragrant mouths, so he specially asked the skeleton man to cover their mouths with his white finger bones.

In a fairly peaceful and clean environment, tears of anger glistened in the corners of the eyes of the male-duck-voiced wizard apprentice.

At first glance, it looks like a weak apprentice being forced.

When Victor hurried over according to the position shown on the crystal ball, he happened to see this scene.

"I'm coming! Don't worry! Don't..."

However, when Victor took a closer look, his words were stuck in his throat before he could speak them out.

At the same time, he faltered, opened his eyes and looked at the man who was shackled by the skeleton man, and then turned his head to look at the unscathed Cyril.

Victor was in a trance for a while, his eyes were particularly complicated.

He saw Cyril surrounded by a group of skeleton men from a distance before, and he was worried that his descendants would be bullied by powerful wizard apprentices, but he never thought that the scene in front of him seemed to be that Cyril... was bullying other wizard apprentices? !

Cyril and Nicholas Cavendish's attention was originally focused on these people, until they heard Victor's voice, they turned their heads to look at the people who came.

Seeing that it was Victor, Cyril showed a bright smile.

"This is Senior Victor Alexis who came to the secret realm with me."

"This is Nicholas Cavendish, a wizard apprentice in the same class as me."

Cyril looked at the two people beside him and took the initiative to introduce each other to them.

Victor choked when he heard that.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the girl who was bound by a skeleton not far away and gave him a hard look, with words written all over her face—"I remember your name! Wait for me!"

At this moment, Victor has mixed feelings.

Who is the ivory tower wizard apprentice who has never been beaten in the secret realm?

Why does he feel that he is the senior who can't keep up with the rhythm?

Victor shook his head, and was about to discuss with the two about leaving here.

However, Nicholas Cavendish suddenly made a look of enlightenment, and then he took out a slender brass object from the pocket of his wizard robe.

Nicholas Cavendish felt a little proud when he saw Cyril staring at the object in his hand with interest.

He regained his usual arrogant and reserved posture, straightened his body and introduced: "This is an alchemy item designed by myself. I call it a detector. It can detect the number of alchemy items carried by the other party."

"Look, there are specific numbers on it."

Nicholas spread out the brass tester in his palm and signaled Cyril to try it.

"As long as it has gone through the alchemy process, it can detect it."

Nicholas' tone was a little smug.

Cyril took the thing from his hand, and saw that the number displayed on the tester instantly scrolled and turned into the number "1".

The little snake Green was detected immediately.

"Very powerful, your alchemy must be good!"

Cyril admired from the bottom of his heart.

In a blink of an eye, he thought of Mr. Erlanger, Mr. Scott's friend, and felt that he might have a lot in common with Nicholas.

Nicholas suddenly became depressed when he heard this.

He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.

"What's the use of alchemy being good... Alchemy is not considered serious magic, it's just a remote and unpopular low-end."

Nicholas was silent for a moment, before uttering these words with difficulty.

Cyril was stunned, a little puzzled.

Isn't it good that alchemy is powerful?

He looked up at Victor beside him, with a little confusion in his eyes.

"It's all old talk."

Victor waved his hand and patiently explained:

"The ancient wizards all pursued their own powerful and pure magic power, and disdained to use external forces. Therefore, many notes handed down are very disdainful of alchemy and other research."

He has a friend who is also a child of wizards, and he has heard this so-called "orthodox" argument from the other party.

"After the war, the Wizarding Union encouraged wizards and wizard apprentices from major wizarding academies to expand into a wider field of magic research. Many originally unpopular research fields have been revived, and alchemy is one of them."

Victor paused and spoke slowly.

"However, there are still some old-school wizards who uphold the ideas of ancient wizards and reject these research fields."

"However, on the contrary, some radical wizards even set up a research institution with some researchers from other continents... they call themselves 'scholars', called the 'Tower of Truth'. 'Tower of Truth' 'Some people try to integrate magic into the lives of ordinary people in other continents, so they attach great importance to alchemy. If some wizard apprentices fail to be promoted to official wizards but like alchemy very much, they usually choose to work in the Tower of Truth , continue to carry out various researches.”

"But the Holy See always seems to suspect that the 'Tower of Truth' symbolizes the wizards' malicious ambitions and desire for power... Generally speaking, the Tower of Truth seems to be unfriendly to both sides."

Victor sighed.

Cyril nodded thoughtfully.

It appears that Nicholas Cavendish was also a victim of stereotypes.

Cyril patted Nicholas on the shoulder and comforted: "The times have changed."

He looked at Nicholas Cavendish and said seriously:

"In the past, the ancient wizards worked on their own and fought alone, but now with the Wizarding Academy, it is better for wizards to cooperate with each other and give full play to their respective advantages in the field they are good at. Alchemy is very practical, and it can also be very powerful!"

Nicholas looked at Cyril's firm eyes, a little dazed.

In order to prove what he said, Cyril took it personally and used this brass detector to find some fish that slipped through the net from the apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy.

"Look."

Cyril picked up these newly found alchemy items and shook them in front of him.

Nicholas burst out laughing, feeling an unprecedented ease in his heart.

After school starts, take the course of alchemy, and then write a letter of apology to his father, he decided in his heart.

"Wait! My alchemy will definitely be better than yours!"

Nicholas looked at Cyril, raised his chin slightly, and said confidently.

"Okay, okay, you're amazing."

Cyril's eyes were still glued to these trophies, and he responded perfunctorily.

Although Cyril intended to share equally, both Nicholas and Victor insisted not to, and then the three left the place.

After walking a long distance, Cyril released the summoning of the undead.

He wasn't worried that the few wizard apprentices who had regained their freedom would not want to continue to trouble him.

Anyway, he couldn't beat himself, and Cyril raised the corners of his lips slightly.

It didn't take long for the three of them to join forces with Addison Morgan under the guidance of the crystal ball.

The group continued to carefully collect a lot of things in this secret realm.

It wasn't until everyone had gained a lot that they returned to the teleportation array, thereby returning to the floating city.

"Which bazaar are you going to sell these things?"

After coming out of the Secret Land Agency, Victor looked at several people and asked.

"'Bai Lifei Te' market, or 'Cumberty Wood' market. As far as I know, the price difference between these two big markets is not that big."

Addison Morgan pushed back his glasses and brought out his plan.

Victor stroked his chin and looked at Cyril, intending to establish a friendly relationship with this powerful apprentice wizard.

He approached Cyril and said softly: "It's best not to sell the things you got from those wizard apprentices from the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy in the big market. After all, if you meet friends who are familiar with those people... ..."

Cyril nodded, and seeing that the other party seemed to have plans, he asked with his eyes.

Victor involuntarily lowered his voice: "I know a bazaar, which is considered a black market. The purchase price there is not bad, and it's quite safe. Do you want to go with me?"

Cyril's eyes lit up, a little curious.

He nodded.

So the group parted ways.

Addison Morgan and the others went to Belle Fett Market, while Cyril followed Victor to a tavern that seemed to be made of stone.

There are many quiet black crows parked on the eaves of the tavern, and the light in the tavern is also a little dim.

Cyril wears his own disguise mask, and Victor also puts on a lion-shaped mask at this time.

He led Cyril to a wooden door that looked a bit worn out, raised his hand and knocked seven times.

The door creaked open.

A short wizard wearing a black hood stood inside, his face was hidden in the hood, so he couldn't see clearly.

"Old rules, understand?"

He made a strange, weak hoarse sound.

Victor nodded, took out six witch crystals and put them in a black jar next to the door.

Then he walked into the door with Cyril.

This is a spiral downward staircase, and red flames are burning on the stone walls on both sides of the staircase.

After they went down an unknown number of steps, they finally passed through an arch and came to a large open space.