The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann put the things in his hands on the pure white tabletop. All churches dedicated to the God of Light like to use a white rock called "sun stone". It is purer than marble, smoother than marble, and even harder than marble. However, the reason why it is used as the "queen material" of the Holy See is that it is extremely aesthetically pleasing.

For example, this table made of "sun stone" has a very faint light in this dimly lit office, but this light is not enough for Riemann to see clearly the picture on the wall. "Scheduling schedule", he walked to the window, and it took some effort to push open the heavy window to let the sun shine in.

In the sunlight, fine dust was floating, and Riemann was not the kind of person who would appreciate such a tiny beauty. He passed through the floating light indifferently and came to the posted "shift schedule".

"From nine to ten in the morning...the reception desk is on duty..."

"From one to two in the afternoon...the first round of Holy Spring is on duty..."

"Four to five in the afternoon...the second round of Holy Spring is on duty..."

Riemann was silent for a while, and couldn't help being a little amazed. It's really "more money, less work, far away from home". Don't talk about nine to five, the actual time to go to the work area is only three hours, and the real working time is unknown. How long... It's really a fairy job.

It's a pity that even in his previous life, he ignored the mighty public examination trend and resolutely became a precarious magician.

So he just briefly praised the working conditions, and then sat down on the same pure white chair.

Then... nothing to do.

This office can be called "empty", except for a desk, a chair, a piece of paper on the wall - oh!And nothing but the iron nails that hold the paper to the wall.

Riemann looked strangely thinking about the offices of other priests in the church, is it the same?So what do they usually do, meditate?

Speaking of meditation... I don't know if his meditation can be carried out in the church. It won't trigger any strange alarms, right?

Forget it...

His slender fingers moved back and forth unconsciously on the pure white tabletop, while tapping while moving, at the same time, his eyes looked around, becoming confused again.

He now—what should he do?

Study classics?This is not the case...

Work?Apparently they didn't arrange anything for him as an intern...

So, he's... free?

In order not to appear too idle, Riemann decided to learn from the great predecessor Einstein to fish at public expense.

He took out the parchment from his carry-on luggage, which was the half-written "A Concise Course of Calculus" that he was going to publish for the Holy See. I continued to write in my spare time after work. Unexpectedly, before it was his turn to get off work, he had a lot of extra "spare time".

Unlike most textbooks called "A Concise Course" and the result is not concise at all, his title is "A Concise Course", which is really a concise course. In order not to continue to complete the rest of the content in the future, he wrote as much as he could The version of "Introduction to Calculus for Dummies", from train of thought to concept, each one is a long speech, so detailed that it is almost a bit long-winded, with a supplementary sentence at the end - "So, this shows that the god of light xxxx..."

The amount of this project is really a bit expensive.

In order to naturally mix in private goods of heliocentric theory, he also gave readers of this book a bunch of vivid examples, and forcibly wrote the mathematics textbook into a comic book.

He was just—trying too hard!

The result of working too hard is that he still has a lot of content to write. Every free night before, he was writing hard, but he only finished the thinking of limits and differentiation. Not at all.

As it happens, there is no better time than the present extra time for this painful writing.

He wrote a page carefully, and the time came to a point. During his duty time, he put down his pen, adjusted his clothes facing the window, and walked outside.

Walking out the door and seeing the dome more than ten meters high again, Riemann couldn't help squinting his eyes - the architectural features of the church are indeed very easy to arouse awe and faith.

He stepped down the white steps and came to the bottom of the center of the dome - the Holy Spring.

There are five priests wearing beige robes beside the holy spring. They stand in five directions. If a line is connected among them, a regular five-pointed star can be formed.

Really rich.

Riemann thought that the shortage of manpower in Butley County was much greater, and there was only one priest who took turns guarding their holy spring...but their holy spring was relatively small, and one person was indeed enough.

There were four other people who came to change shifts with Riemann, two young people and two older ones, but everyone didn't speak, so they walked silently to the position they were going to take over and stood up.

With their blessings, Riemann knew where he should stand later.

"when--!"

The heavy bell rang, and the five people who could form a pentagram opened their eyes. When the one standing in front of Riemann turned around, he froze for a moment. Riemann guessed that maybe it was because he was not ready. Saw a stranger.

So he introduced himself softly: "Hi, I'm a new intern."

"I know you, one of the gods, Bishop Pound introduced you to us, please come forward, you have learned how to detect magicians, right?"

"Ah."

"What you're going to do later is very similar to this, as long as you keep injecting the power of light into the holy spring. During this process, you have to calm down and listen carefully."

"Listen?"

"Yes, God may send a message to the world."

"Have you ever heard the voice of God?"

"No, God rarely communicates with us, but you still have to listen carefully, because once God speaks, you don't want to miss that moment."

"Okay, thank you, Father."

"You're welcome, Mr. Iserveld."

The voice of the young priest at the junction with Riemann was very soft, but very clear. When he finally said Riemann's surname, Riemann was a little curious about how detailed Dean Pound introduced him to them.

But this thought was only a flash, he quickly stood in the position vacated by the other party, closed his eyes, and began to transmit light magic power.

This is undoubtedly a very boring job, but Riemann did not expect that the "reception desk" job he missed today because of the arrival time could be more boring than standing in front of the bright spring for an hour.

At nine o'clock the next day, Riemann came to the reception desk to take over on time, and the priest who handed over to him gave him some "points for newcomers".

"Whatever they ask, even if it sounds silly, just give it to them."

Riemann looked at the back of the other party leaving, while thinking about this sentence, he sat down, but there was no work for entertainment on the table in charge of the reception, so he could only wait stupidly for someone to come.

Considering that it is not good to catch fish on the first day of official work, Riemann did not take out his parchment and continued to write his concise course on calculus.

About 15 minutes later, a lady came straight in his direction. It was a typical housekeeper. Whether it was her serious clothing or serious expression, she clearly showed her identity. Riemann was on the other side. Before walking in front of him, he stood up first and walked to the table.

"Ma'am, do you need help?"

"Oh my God, yes Father, my wife has an emergency!"

The expression on Riemann's face instantly became serious: "What happened, ma'am?"

"Let's talk as we go, okay?"

"Of course." Riemann was very understanding of the other party's anxiety.

Riemann followed the housekeeper out of the church and got into a carriage with intricate pure gold patterns on the side, and then the other party began to talk about the "emergency".

"Oh my God, today is a terrible day. In the 30 years I have served Mrs. Radcliffe, this is the first time I have encountered such an embarrassing scene."

"After I supervised the maid to prepare breakfast for the lady this morning, I started to supervise the maid to clean up the living room, because Mrs. Radcliffe is going to entertain several distinguished guests today."

"My lady invited everyone last week. By the way, Duchess Carvey, Countess Brownie, and Her Royal Highness, the queen's favorite princess, participated in this tea party..."

"Cough." Riemann couldn't help interrupting the other party's chattering behavior, "It's a decent tea party, so what is the emergency?"

"Oh Father, I'll get to it soon, the one that brings these distinguished ladies together is the sapphire that Madam bought at auction last week—the one called the Death of the Water God, it is said That was the tear that the Water God left behind after the God of Light was born, seeing his heroic appearance and dying in shame..."

Riemann: ... Fantastic legend.

"So?" He emphasized once again that he really wanted to know what this "emergency" meant, but... he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"However, 10 minutes ago, after I finally prepared all the things needed for hospitality, Madam discovered that the most important thing—the death of the water god is missing!"

Riemann: ...

really.

So his "emergency job" is to help people find things, which is nice, he thought dryly.

He kind of knew why the man who took over from him said that.

But...he's a bit lost, can he be of any help?What do the nobles in the capital of Sydney think of the priests of the Holy See?Neighborhood committee?Street Office?Shouldn't you go to the Public Security Bureau for something like this?

Moreover, the most important thing is that "technically speaking", he should not be able to track magic now. In fact, he should not even know this magic, and he is not sure whether this kind of miscellaneous magic has been classified as divine magic It is a category that can be learned. All in all, theoretically, he shouldn't have the ability to help the opponent retrieve the gem.

But... Looking at the speeding carriage, and the housekeeper with a natural expression, I recalled the last words of the priest who took over from him-"Satisfying them is... all of you in the capital are important taxpayers ", he felt that he might not be able to say the sentence "I think I might not find what you lost".

So, he asked tentatively: "Have you ever asked the Holy See for help in something similar?"

"Of course, all of Madam's belongings are insured in the Holy See. Before, Madam lost a ribbon she loved very much, a Froba puppy, a ring, a set of porcelain utensils, and..."

Riemann quickly interrupted her: "Okay, okay, I understand ma'am."

"...Some gadgets were found with the help of the Holy See. What's wrong, Father? Is there a problem?"

Riemann took a deep breath: "No lady, I just remembered that I have something to say to my colleagues, please wait..."

Riemann recalled the scene in the church. Everyone seemed to be using paper cranes made of alchemy paper to send messages normally, thanking them for leaving him something to do... He took a piece of paper from his body and quickly He wrote down a long series of words, then folded it into a paper crane, and let it fly out of the window of the carriage.

"Ma'am, may I ask how long it takes from here to your house?"

"Oh, Father, I really appreciate your eagerness to help Madam solve the problem. It won't be long, about 8 minutes."

Okay, 8 minutes, Miller, it's up to you, please tell me how you help users solve the problem of finding things within 8 minutes!