The days of learning black magic in another world

Today's breakfast is fried fish steak, mushroom soup, and white bread. Riemann dipped the white bread into the mushroom soup while recalling what he wrote down yesterday. He turned his head and asked Polo, who was eating happily, "You know what? Lord Rilla?"

Little Polo suddenly looked serious: "Of course I know, the Erelia family is the object that everyone of us must take as admonishment. They are simply a textbook on how nobles can decline. Few nobles can be so ruined that they destroy their houses. The mansion is sold."

Riemann: "Sold? To whom?"

Little Polo's face darkened: "The Redmond family. Even the Duke of Fire's garden was sold to the Redmond family. They have a fart aesthetic, can they appreciate this beautiful scenery..."

Riemann: "..."

never mind.He comforted himself that the Duke of Fire is not a rare plant, maybe he can find a group of them in the wild, and maybe there is that immortal flame grass in it?

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Riemann's first weekend at Rhodes quickly came in a cycle of class, labor service, class, Redmond's provocation, labor service, class.

Little Polo went home on the weekend, so Riemann was the only one left in the dormitory, and Riemann was very satisfied.

He first went to the market to purchase a wave of ingredients, mushrooms, cream, butter, salt, mutton, spirits... and bought some glass bottles to hold holy water, and found a hidden corner to put the things into the system backpack Finally, he went out of the city, wanting to find if there were any traces of flame grass and star grass.

It is true that flame grass can be seen everywhere like weeds, but they are all sparse, not to mention the scale that can supply indestructible flame grass, and it is rare to even grow in a row.

Riemann, who searched for nothing, decided to go to the stream to look for star grass after lunch.

As for lunch, of course he chose to test the [cooking] skill.

After choosing [Cooking], the system listed all the options with enough ingredients. Riemann first chose [Cream Mushroom Soup]. I ate the soup, but there was no result, but a 10-minute countdown started in the system. After 10 minutes, the cooking was over, and there was an extra soup in his backpack, and he made lamb chops as before. When Riemann took the dish and soup out of his backpack, they were still hot.

As soon as the creamy mushroom soup was taken out, the rich milky fragrance immediately rushed to Riemann's face, and got in along his nose. Riemann immediately felt hungry. He took a sip, the salty, sweet and silky taste He couldn't help but think that, as expected of the system, his skills were better than the chefs at Rhodes College.The roasted lamb excludes the aroma of the lamb chops itself, and also mixes in the aroma of spices and fruit trees, which is in line with the game's consistent principle of creating something out of nothing, but rather than finding fault, Riemann wants to express his heartfelt admiration and gratitude for this harmless bug.

After eating the delicious lunch provided by the system, Riemann embarked on the road to find the star grass.

The star grass is easy to find. After Riemann found a stream, he found that there were these little silver gadgets along the coast, but according to the book, only the silver at the tip can be used as a sacrifice. According to Riemann's It is guessed that the things used for sacrifices are likely to be magic materials, so the star grass powder he needs...may only be obtained by grinding the silver on the tip.

In order to ensure the smooth production of his own potion, Riemann searched all the star grass beside this stream, and it was not enough, so he went to another river in the forest to clean it up before giving up.

As of now, the easier items on his required materials list are already in the backpack.

The second day of rest was the day of prayer. Riemann finished tidying himself up and appeared in front of the church in the city center. The original body seemed to have never been in a church, but like everyone else, the original body was also very religious, even if He did not have the opportunity to step into the church, and he would come to the door of the church every Sunday, praying to the Lord from a distance, and thanking the Lord for everything that the Lord had bestowed on him.Therefore, thanks to his pious faith, Riemann found the church with ease.

Riemann raised his head, and there was a sun on the spire of the church, which was somewhat abstract, but it reflected a huge light under the sunlight, as if it was really a small sun.

The outside of the church was crowded but in a strange order.Some children like the original little Riemann dressed in various but equally tattered clothes huddled together and said prayers. Their shoulders were crowded together, which undoubtedly looked uncomfortable, but they would rather bear the discomfort. , and will not take a step forward, because they want to make room for those decent lords, ladies, and ladies to pass, oh no, it’s not just as simple as passing, they have to leave enough space for these decent people, so as not to They smell their own dirty breath.

Riemann walked into the church. This was the first time he saw what the inside of the church looked like. He quickly figured out the structure inside—well, or there was nothing worth finding out. The interior of the church was very simple, with an empty auditorium. In front is the teaching office, in front of which are rows of seats, and between the two is a huge "fountain", the fountain, the center of the fountain is a marble statue, the splashing water drops are reflected in the sunlight. The dazzling light forms a great chiaroscuro contrast with the darkness of the front and rear interiors.

In front of the Holy Spring, that is, in front of the Bright Spring, a priest was praying. After observing for a while, Riemann determined that the priest probably did not pray there by chance, because after about half an hour, another priest came Instead of praying, Riemann prefers to say that they are taking turns guarding the spring.

All right.It seemed he had to give up his unrealistic fantasies.

Riemann stood in the shadow near the exit of the church, thinking carefully about how to approach the holy spring properly.

Because, out of a strange tacit understanding, everyone seemed to be walking around the holy spring, and if he approached rashly, it would appear very abrupt.

"Ah—" There was a short scream at the door, which made Riemann look subconsciously. A child in rags was poked to the ground by a decent gentleman's cane at the door. Riemann didn't see how it happened. But he could probably guess that it was nothing more than that the child crossed the "thunder pool", "forbidden boundary line", whatever you want to call it, in short, it was the gentleman who felt that he was offended, so he pushed him away with a cane, and was growing up. Teenagers who don't have enough to eat are like pieces of paper, light and fluffy, and they fly away when poked.

Riemann just had a flash of inspiration—is it possible to call the priest to rescue him?The priest closest to him was the one who guarded the holy spring, and running there himself was a perfectly reasonable response.

But the indifference of the people around him gave him a blow in the head. Apparently, no one felt that the life and death of a pariah was worth their troubles. The lady wearing the fan frowned slightly and shook the fan, not wanting the air near her to be polluted .

But Riemann quickly thought of a solution.

When the gentleman was about to walk through the door, Riemann quickly popped two stones and hit the opponent's knee and ankle precisely, causing him to fall and eat shit, but it looked like he had tripped over the threshold.

And he did trip over the threshold. After all, after falling from there, he would trip over the threshold chain uncontrollably. The threshold of the church is a bit high. This gentleman's forehead was bleeding from this fall.

Riemann had been prepared for a long time, and immediately rushed to the holy spring while the others did not react, or was busy exclaiming, and shouted in panic:

"My lord priest! A gentleman fell at the door! It's serious! His head is full of blood! Please go and have a look!"

The priest who was praying with his eyes closed was startled by Riemann's loud shout and subconsciously glanced outside the door.

Taking advantage of this moment, a bottle quickly appeared in Riemann's hand, and then disappeared quickly.

When the priest turned around and called another priest to help take care of the holy spring, Riemann's backpack had already placed "Bright Spring x2" firmly.