After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Cyril recalled the old dagger he had spotted in the second-hand shop on Crescent Street before.

Should have bought it.

A trace of annoyance flashed in Cyril's eyes, he was not sure that he could deal with them.

Nothing else is too important.

Mainly the tapestry of spells and magical runes, something that must not be taken away.

Cyril's face was ruthless, and he planned his escape route in his heart.

Suddenly the little snake in his breast pocket squirmed again.

The little snake poked its head out slowly.

Immediately afterwards, the snake's body flexibly wrapped itself around Cyril's shoulders, and a pair of eyes as bright as blood were staring straight at the person in front of him.

The three boys on the opposite side were caught off guard when they saw the snake.

In their impression, the noble young master would raise that kind of domineering and vicious big hound in captivity.

Aristocratic ladies love that kind of snow-white kitten with soft fur, but few people will keep a snake, and it is a snake that looks a little weird.

The dark green snake was wrapped around Cyril's shoulders, and the dark silver lines on the snake's body suddenly brightened up. In the dark and dilapidated streets and alleys, coupled with Cyril's pale and thin cheeks, there was an inexplicable horror. Meaning of fairy tales.

After the boys who were about to step forward looked into the little snake's bright red eyes, for some reason, they suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole space was shaking violently.

Cyril has been paying attention to the confrontation in front of him with tense nerves. He is keenly aware of the lax eyes of these boys. No matter what the reason is, he runs away.

The cold wind in autumn blew on Cyril's pale cheeks with a damp and cold breath, and the cold wind went straight into his nostrils, making him very uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to stop easily.

His current body is too thin and his physical strength is not good.

Cyril supported himself with willpower and ran forward desperately.

Run and don't stop.

It wasn't until he ran for several streets that he couldn't move his legs anymore, so he stopped and looked back, panting.

There was no one chasing after him.

His face was flushed, beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, his chest was stuffy, and his legs were weak and heavy.

Cyril leaned his back against the wall, raised his head and pressed the back of his head against the wall, trying to calm his breathing.

The little snake didn't know when it had returned to his breast pocket.

After going back, I still have to hurry up to meditate, try to improve my mental strength to absorb elements, and then learn the spells and magic runes on the old tapestry as soon as possible, and then find a way to enter the world of wizards!

This feeling of not having enough strength to protect yourself is too bad.

He realizes that this is not a very safe society, the vague history, the interweaving of wizard power and knight power, the huge class and the gap between rich and poor...

Cyril sighed.

After the violent breath fluctuation passed, Cyril walked towards Crescent Street under the navigation of the system.

Seeing the beautiful, tidy and well-ordered streets of Crescent Street again, he had a lot of thoughts.

Just two hours, really exciting.

Cyril saw that there was still a lot of money left in the cloth bag, and felt that he could not treat himself badly, after all, he would have a stable source of income in the future.

There are many plants in the Wuyue Forest, and the trader Donald will be able to sell them directly for himself in the future.

Along Crescent Street, he tasted cheesecake and cherry cheese in a bakery with tempting aromas, and he quickly fell in love with these delicious little desserts.

What kind of anti-human invention is the nutrient solution in the interstellar era!

Cyril sighed again.

The sweet cake is extremely soft, the moist and mellow cheese melts on the tip of the tongue, and the happiness brought by the sweetness takes away all the troubles.

The sweet cherry juice splashes in the mouth, immersing the sweetness into the hearts of the people.

Cyril had the cake in his mouth, his big almond eyes narrowed happily, and he licked his lips reluctantly after eating.

Little cakes are awesome!

He bought several other pastries, intending to keep half of them for himself to take home and eat later, and give the other half to Aunt Maria to thank them for their previous care.

At [-]:[-], Cyril walked out of the bakery and came to the entrance of Crescent Street where he got off the car.

At this time Donald's carriage had stopped nearby.

Cyril greeted the coachman and got into the carriage.

Donald carefully held the pocket watch in one hand, while looking at Cyril, who had returned with a full load, with a little surprise.

The two beards on the thick lips trembled with the opening and closing of his lips: "Not bad, very punctual! It seems that you have gained a lot."

Cyril nodded, took out the 10 silver coins that he had prepared at the bakery from his pocket, handed it to Donald, and said, "This is the fare for this time, thank you!"

Donald glanced at it with small eyes, and he knew what was in his mind. He put away his pocket watch, reached out to take the silver coin, and asked casually: "Do you need me to sell those herbs for you later? I will give you a very favorable rate, eight Two open, no more."

Cyril nodded.

"Steve Pharmacy, sorry. I'll deliver the goods to you next Saturday morning."

He already knew the price of these plants, and he could ask a dealer to resell them, so he could concentrate on meditating in the Bruma Forest.

Donald's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic. He rubbed his hands, found two ordinary glass bottles of beverages from a pile of goods ready to be brought back to Cotswood Town to sell, and threw one To Cyril.

"Old fruit wine, the favorite drink of the children in the town."

Donald pulled out the cork himself, took a big sip, and said, "It's really a nostalgic taste. It tastes the same as 30 years ago."

Cyril originally wanted to say that he was no longer a child, but his sight was suddenly attracted by something outside the car window.

At this time, the carriage had already driven onto an extremely wide road, and three steam carriages drove in another direction.

The horses were decorated with family crests embroidered on their backs, the ornate and intricate patterns were dazzling, and the brass gears were also clean and shiny.

The driver of the carriage wore a neat uniform and looked proud.

"That's the carriage from the residence of the Earl of Abraham."

Donald followed Cyril's line of sight and muttered when he saw the three steam carriages.

He had a look of envy and longing on his face.

"I heard that Earl Abraham's mansion is extremely beautiful! It is resplendent! If you can be received by the Earl..."

Donald sighed softly.

Until the figures of those steam carriages could no longer be seen, Cyril withdrew his gaze with a calm expression.

He also pulled out the cork and took a sip of the cider.

It was sour at the beginning, but after the energy passed, it became a bit sweeter, which was not a good taste.

They made it back to the small town of Cowswood without incident at 08:30 in the evening.

The cool and watery moonlight shines on the quiet and peaceful rural town, which is a different scene from the bustling Philadelphia.

For the next month, Cyril continued with his previous life.

Deliver goods to Donald once a week for sale.

He tried the stove in the test kitchen and was choked by soot, so he gave up his plan to cook food by himself.

When he was not staying in the Forest of Bruma, Cyril went to Uncle Allen's restaurant to enjoy delicious food, and he ordered the same meal every time, which was very flattering.

He has been able to successfully transform mental power into magical power.

It's just that every time after releasing the spell, Cyril always feels exhausted, and it's hard for him to recover even after meditating.

The system said that there should be a suitable magic potion that can eliminate the side effects of beginners practicing magic spells, but now he has no access to potions and can only rely on delicious food for comfort.

***

No one would turn down silver coins delivered to their door.

As Cyril appeared more and more times in the eyes of the residents of the small town (the number of consumption in various shops increased), everyone gradually got used to the boy who had no sense of existence before reappearing in the field of vision, and Much praise to his gentleness and courtesy.

After a month of "eating and drinking", thanks to the contribution of fresh and delicious fish, cows, sheep and other cute animals in the small town of Cotswood, Cyril finally grew some flesh.

From his previous thin and bony appearance, he has returned to his current appearance as thin as green bamboo.

Cyril's sunken cheeks due to thinness were also plumped up, and his once pale face was now glowing softly with the nourishment of cow's milk and goat's milk.

His hair is no longer dry and split, but becomes soft with sufficient nutrition.

After washing his hair well, Cyril realized that his black hair had a little bit of lovely natural curls.

On weekdays, in order for the hair on both sides of the cheeks not to block the view, Cyril tied a small bun behind his head with a beautiful silver-green hairband.

As autumn became more and more intense, he also spent a lot of silver coins on brand new clothes.

It has to be said that Sophia's tailor in the town is very skilled. Although it was a bit embarrassing when measuring the size, the clothes Cyril got in the end were very satisfactory.

A fine linen white shirt, a sheepskin jacket, brand new breeches with the hem of the shirt tucked in, and a pair of knee-length black leather boots on his feet. This is Cyril's new outfit.

"I couldn't be more energetic!"

Tailor Sophia couldn't help but nodded.

When Cyril smiled obediently and politely in new clothes and nodded to the residents of the small town, everyone smiled back happily.

"Look at Lawrence, he looks like a little gentleman. Unlike our bad boy, who can't even earn silver coins at this age!"

"Yes! I heard from Donald that the industrious Lawrence collected herbs in the Brumaire Forest and asked him to sell them in Philadelphia."

"Since Lawrence's uncle passed away, Maria was still worried that the child would have a hard time, so she asked Fitz to find him a job in the tavern. Unexpectedly, Lawrence recovered himself."

"But I dare not let my little Torres go to the Bruma Forest. This is a hard job. Uncle Lawrence is because..."

"Do you still remember the foggy moon forest..."

The chatter of the town residents after dinner did not affect Cyril.

In other words, he deliberately appeared in the public eye, as for the reason...

***

On a night when the moonlight was dim, Cyril came out of the foggy moon forest as usual and walked to his cabin.

Today he felt that his spiritual power and magical power had made a breakthrough again, which was really something to be happy about.

The quiet, usually deserted path he took home was surprisingly lively tonight.

Several town boys who were much taller than Cyril stood in front of them.

Cyril, who was blocked again, complained in his heart that this was similar to what he had experienced in the slums of Philadelphia a month ago.

He looked at the boys and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the memory of the original body, Cyril was isolated and bullied by them when he was young, especially this boy named Laxipu, who was the leader.

"Hey! Hand over the herbs on your body!"

Rahip said in a hoarse voice with a carefree look.

The boys standing behind him also had playful smiles, as if they were proud of having caught the "fat sheep" Cyril.

They obviously think highly of themselves and don't take themselves seriously.

Cyril's round almond eyes rolled, seeing that they didn't even hold weapons, he curled his lips slightly, and quietly hid his right hand behind his back.

Then he lowered his head, drooping his slender eyelashes, covering the emotions in his eyes.

Seeing Cyril's cowardly look, Rasip suddenly became even more arrogant.

"Lawrence! I advise you to be sensible! Hand over your things obediently! Otherwise, my fist will make you look good!"

The boy puffed out his chest, and the drake, whose voice was changing, threatened in a rough voice.

"Yes, yes, yes! Be sensible, Lawrence!"

The other boys chimed in, laughing.

Cyril didn't say a word when he heard the words, his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, which was rather pitiful.

When he looked up again, his face had a typical bullied look of fear and worry, and there seemed to be wet light in his eyes.

"Come and get it yourself."

Cyril said softly.

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand carrying the cloth bag and handed it to himself.

That white wrist with well-proportioned flesh and bones looked even more slender and powerless under the pale moonlight.

Rahip was overjoyed.

The boy whistled defiantly, celebrating his victory early.

He strode up to Cyril, and stretched out his hand unsuspectingly, ready to snatch the cloth bag.

The next moment, something sharp touched his neck.

Rasip's legs were a little weak, and the cold touch of the crossbow arrow reminded him of what had happened - the seemingly docile little rabbit showed its unknown fangs.

"Grass! (a plant)"

Rahip cursed.

What responded to him was that the crossbow bolt on the neck was pressed harder.

Rasip fell silent for a moment, and he looked down at Cyril's eyes, which were close at hand, calm and indifferent.

Inexplicably, a gust of cold air rushed straight from the tailbone to the top of his head.

"I advise you to be sensible! Be obedient and don't move! Otherwise, my crossbow will make you look good!"

Cyril imitated Rahip's tone just now, and said slowly.

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Cyril: I cried, I pretended.