After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

Before the system had time to speak, Cyril heard Mr. Scott's voice: "Although this medicine has temporarily cleared the pollution of the abyss..."

Brian's heavy eyes slid over the dark red lines.

He paused, and continued to speak: "But there is no anchor that can resist the abyss."

The man's tone was low and gentle, but there seemed to be a hint of cruelty.

Brian stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the lines on the skin of Cyril's abdomen.

The dark red lines are like entangled thorns and vines, surrounding his white belly, like a sea of ​​flowers blooming in a field of pure white snow.

Cyril sat up and looked down at the place where the medicine had just been applied.

He stared at the strange dark red lines in silence for a moment.

Looks like some weird tattoo...

This is probably the bad news the system said, right?

Somewhat unexpectedly, Cyril didn't feel the panic and uneasiness he felt when he learned that he was polluted by abyssal creatures.

It seemed that Mr. Scott beside him gave him some inexplicable sense of courage and security.

"This is... 'anchor'?"

Cyril asked softly.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to touch the weird lines, only to realize that his hands were still interlocked with Mr. Scott's fingers.

This gesture seems a little too intimate.

Cyril blinked, trying to pretend that nothing had happened and let go of his hand.

Brian noticed Cyril's movement, and his long and narrow eyebrows raised slightly.

The next moment, he used the hand that was still wet with Cyril's body temperature to slowly stroke the dark red lines again.

The movements were not light or heavy, and there was a trace of ambiguity for no reason.

Feeling the numbness and itching that passed over his skin, Cyril's heart jumped suddenly.

There was a little shyness on his face, and he lowered his head slightly, wondering whether he should wrap up his bathrobe or change back to his own clothes after applying the medicine.

Brian, on the other hand, was calm and calm, with his usual expression on his face.

He slowly withdrew his hand, and glanced at Cyril calmly, with an imperceptible smile in his eyes.

Brian then explained unhurriedly: "People who have been polluted by abyssal creatures can easily be polluted again, because the 'anchor' left by abyssal creatures on them is very attractive to other abyssal creatures."

"The creatures of the abyss are very vengeful creatures. They tend to pollute and devour the wizards who are the 'anchor' points first. Therefore, the anchored wizards and wizard apprentices are more likely to fall into danger than others."

he said lightly.

Brian looked at Cyril, who was showing surprise, and suddenly changed his voice: "It's okay within the confines of the academy, and your safety is guaranteed. But after you leave the academy, in order to avoid accidents, you have to follow me as much as possible. stay together."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly leaned forward, drawing the distance between him and Cyril.

Although the man's voice was light and ethereal, it carried an irrefutable meaning.

Cyril felt Mr. Scott's hot and humid breath in his ears.

He raised his eyes, and his gaze went straight into the opponent's eyes.

The two people's eyes met, and the surrounding air seemed to become lingering and sticky.

There seemed to be waves rolling in Cyril's heart.

He wanted to say something, but he opened his lips slightly, but he didn't know what to say, and finally returned to silence without a sound.

He looked away and nodded slowly.

Summer vacation is over soon.

At the opening dinner, while enjoying the dinner, Cyril discussed with his friends the course selection for this school year.

"I kind of want to pick alchemy."

Paris Geller spoke, cutting a small piece of sizzling veal steak.

“Nice choice.”

Addison Morgan pushed up his glasses.

"Alchemy is the most expensive major among all courses, not one of them."

Paris' expression froze, and the movement of chewing the steak suddenly became stiff.

He recalled the number of witch crystals he had left, and shook his head slowly.

Cyril swallowed the smooth and tender shrimp balls in his mouth, and suggested: "Come with me to take the Advanced Course in the Witchland, Professor Christina's."

"No, no, I don't have any talent for witchcraft."

Paris waved his hands hastily.

Most of the wizard apprentices at other small round tables around them were also discussing the selection of courses.

The chattering voices of wizard apprentices echoed in the auditorium.

"Okay, be quiet."

Christina Black drew her wand and cast a spell on herself.

The short-haired witch's voice immediately became louder, resounding clearly in the noisy auditorium.

The wizard apprentices all looked in her direction curiously.

Cyril also discovered that at some point, Dean Brian, who had appeared for a moment before the dinner, disappeared again.

At this time, the chair in the middle of the high platform was empty.

"Before the start of the school year, the seven wizarding colleges have all received instructions from the Wizarding Union. Our Snowbog Wizarding College will offer a free compulsory course this school year, which is a compulsory course for body training."

Wizard Christina's voice clearly fell into the ears of the apprentice wizards present.

Cyril and Warren, who was sitting next to him, looked at each other, and both of them had some bad premonitions in their hearts.

"All wizard apprentices must participate in this course! If you fail the final exam, you will be retaken in the same way as other courses until you pass the course."

Wizard Christina said calmly.

She glanced at the trembling wizard apprentices in the crowd, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Before tomorrow, please be sure to choose the elective courses on your respective crystal balls, follow the instructions on the crystal balls to attend classes in the corresponding classrooms, and pay witch crystals."

The short-haired witch raised the wine glass on the table in front of her and gave a long-distance blessing to the wizard apprentices.

"Have a nice start to school."

Due to his good grades in the previous final exams, Cyril was rewarded with free electives for two courses.

Together with the witch crystals he had accumulated on weekdays, he carefully chose the three courses of "Advanced Witch Realm", "Advanced Potion" and "Puppet Art".

The pace of elective courses is very fast, and the difficulty of the courses has suddenly increased.

Even Cyril found it difficult to learn, and many wizard apprentices were even more confused and in a trance.

Whether it is the wizard Christina, the professor of the Witchland class, or the wizard Selina Possins, the professor of the potion class, they are no longer as patient as the required courses, and they will no longer stare at the wizard apprentices who are not serious and urge them to take steps.

The puppeteer professor Chris Black's personal teaching style is even more distinctive. He directly let the little puppet on his shoulders demonstrate to the wizard apprentices how to make sutures.

As a result, a group of wizard apprentices followed the gourds and painted gourds underneath, and started to make handwork in a hurry.

Of course, what is even more frustrating is the newly added compulsory course-body training course.

The professor who taught the class was a tall and bearded wizard named Habakak Osmond.

The wizard who worked in the "Dark Wizard Arrest Office" of the Wizarding Union shook his head as he looked at the delicate, frail and pale wizard apprentices standing in the arena at this time.

"Although this is the era of elemental wizards, body-training wizards are almost extinct, but your physique is too bad! You are the bright future of the wizarding continent!"

Professor Osmond sighed, and his eyes were full of embarrassment: "If the black wizard uses a dark trick to restrain the magic power, none of you may be able to escape."

He bent his arms, rolled up the sleeves of the wizard robe, and showed the powerful muscles on his arms to the wizard apprentices.

"Children like you, I will punch you one by one."

After all, Wizard Osmond's sharp eagle eyes looked around at the trembling wizard apprentices, as if he wanted to catch a lucky one to verify that his words were very true.

Cyril couldn't help but glanced at his classmates, then silently lowered his head.

It is estimated that only Robert Pearson, who he met in the wizard apprentice grading trial before, can fight against one of them.

"Okay, let's warm up first! Come on! Let's run ten laps first."

Wizard Osmond probably didn't want to cause casualties to wizard apprentices just after the class started.

So he waved his hand, and said words that made the wizard apprentices present want to faint in place.

Seeing that the wizard apprentices were all stunned and did not move, Wizard Osmond clapped his hands and encouraged: "Everyone move!"

Then he took out a pocket watch, glanced at the time, and urged: "Those who haven't moved within half a minute add ten laps! Those who don't finish running within an hour also add ten laps! No magic is allowed! I think come out!"

Cyril's forehead twitched, he put away the wand he was secretly holding in his hand, and gave up the idea of ​​casting a spell on himself.

He looked at the huge arena, his heart beat, and he started to run.

One lap passed.

Some wizard apprentices who stayed up late to study were a little bit overwhelmed.

After a while, someone yelled and fell to the ground.

The other wizard apprentices couldn't help but stop, watching carefully, while quickly planning in their minds whether they could pretend to faint and escape the catastrophe.

However, wizard Osmond strode up to the fainted apprentice wizard, and ruthlessly poured him a bottle of energy potion.

Then he patted the apprentice wizard on the shoulder vigorously, picked him up, and said, "Do you feel better now? Keep running! You can do it!"

It's too cruel, even after pouring energy potions, you have to run to the end.

Cyril sighed faintly, and continued to run after listening to the wailing of the wizard apprentices around him.

two laps...

Three laps...

Many wizard apprentices have already received the treatment of being poured with potions by Wizard Osmond himself.

four laps...

Five laps...

Most of the wizard apprentices who can still run at a constant speed have bought and taken some things to enhance their physique in the secret realm or at the market.

However, because in the previous study and life, wizard apprentices did not have anything to improve their physical fitness, most people generally would not spend extra wizard crystals to buy related products.

After the sixth lap, Cyril, who had a physical strength of "20", also felt powerless, his footsteps became heavier and slower, and his speed became slower and slower.

Crystal sweat dripped from his forehead.

Seeing that the apprentice wizards were getting more and more depressed, Wizard Osmond touched his chin and shouted to them: "The first five apprentice wizards who finish ten laps first can get my special recovery potion! It's more effective! Great! Don’t worry about muscle soreness anymore!”

Cyril's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and he saw the pace of several wizard apprentices running in front of him suddenly speed up.

There seemed to be footsteps coming from behind him, he gritted his teeth and continued to run forward quickly.

That's right.

Wizard Osmond nodded in relief as he watched the crowd running passionately.

The author has something to say: Osmond: Only good health is really good!