The days of learning black magic in another world

"Mr. Iserveld,"

"I'm sorry I overlooked the fact that you're a first year."

"When Bishop Pound introduced you to me, I was still shocked how someone would forget to introduce you to the details of the assessment because they forgot that you were a first-year student. I didn't expect that I would make the same mistake. Lessons learned from the previous situation.”

"It's just too bad and I'm going to confess my mistakes to God tonight."

Riemann flipped through the nonsense in the paper crane that Miller sent him, trying to find where to start.

After all... the mansion of Mrs. Rahidh can already be seen from the window.

--found it!

"...As the most important group of believers in the Holy See, the nobles of the capital of Sydney, of course, have many special treatment."

"One of them is that they can ask the Holy See to help them insure their property. This is actually very simple. It is to apply the simplest divine pattern to the things they choose. You only need to use the divine spell within a certain range. You can echo it, and you can naturally feel where it is..."

"Father, please get out of the car."

Riemann refolded the paper sent by Miller with some black lines.

--That's it? !Is this worth writing three full pages? !

He almost got out of the car without finding a plan...

Is it Miller's personality like this or all the people in the Holy See...he sincerely prayed to their gods, it was the former.

Riemann suppressed the idea of ​​running wild in his heart, and smiled at the housekeeper who raised the curtain of the carriage door for him: "Thank you, ma'am."

He followed the other party into this extremely luxurious mansion and started his work.

As the letter from Miller said, he cast a "casual magic spell" in the center of this ultra-luxury mansion - [Summoning·Light].

Just as Mirell said, when he cast [Summoning Light], some parts in the mansion echoed him.

But what he didn't say is - there will be so many things that echo him!

Riemann took a deep breath, maintained a decent smile and turned to ask the housekeeper: "Excuse me, how many things did Mrs. Radcliffe insure in total?"

The housekeeper proudly puffed out her chest: "A total of 89 items, all of which are Madam's treasures."

Riemann: "..."

Riemann: "Then I guess we have to make sure that all 89 things are where they should be."

……

"Oh, here are the lady's earrings!"

"Oh, these are the lady's earrings too!"

"Oh! These are the lady's earrings!"

"Ah, here is the lady's ring!"

Riemann felt he had made the wrong decision.

After discovering that there were 89 things that needed to be checked, he quickly made a decision that he now regrets—start searching from the place that received the most responses.

He now knew why this was the place that responded to his sphere spells the most, because it was Mrs. Radcliffe's dressing room - apparently, she put "insurance" on almost all of her favorite jewelry.

Unfortunately, he admired all kinds of gemstones in just 10 minutes, but there was no blue "Death of the Water God" they were looking for.

"next."

After leaving the dressing room, they came to the study room. There were obviously various valuable ornaments in it. Even though the housekeeper was so anxious, she still briefly introduced the origin and preciousness of these collections to Riemann.

Riemann: ...

Now he wants to take back his previous question about "Is Miller alone or the whole Holy See?" Now, he feels that the answer may be—"Everyone in the capital is so talkative!"

"Well, there is no study room either, next one."

The next location is the living room.

The next one is the underground cellar.

They also confirmed on the steps that Mrs Radcliffe's puppy was also intact.

Finally they came to the kitchen.

There are also quite a few things that echo him here, although less than elsewhere, but it is clear that Mrs. Radcliffe bought a lot of kitchen utensils for collection - such as the "exquisite but fragile" kitchen knife that looks absolutely incapable of cutting potatoes .

"God told me that there are [-] items that the Holy See has insured here, let's take them one by one."

"Good priest."

"There are two in this closet."

"Oh, it's Madam's self-brewed wine and a decorative knife from the snow field."

Riemann looked at the sharp, jagged dagger that looked like it could bleed the scale-covered beasts of the mimetic monsters—its handle seemed to be made of animal teeth—and began to suspect that the daughter of the family Where did the master misunderstand the term "decorative knife" - perhaps she was simply delusional, considering she gave the maid to use the knife for cutting potatoes with the little pink flower painted on it that looked like it would break at any moment .

"This... I don't know what has the same thing on it."

"Oh my God, Father, don't you know this cabinet?"

Riemann:?

Why do I want to know about a cabinet in a noble lady's house?And it turns out that this thing is a cabinet... He thought it was some strange artwork, he didn't use any words because he was afraid that he might make a mistake...

"This is the classic work of Master Beverly! Except for her, no one can create such a huge and exquisite glass vessel. Even after Master Beverly finished making this 'Gluttony', there is no one else. Even works of similar size have been re-engraved! When this glazed cabinet made for Madam’s birthday was born, all the nobles from the entire royal capital came to visit!”

Riemann: ...

"Sorry, I just arrived in the capital yesterday. Okay, anyway, this 'Gluttony' has an insured item on his head, what is it?"

"Oh nothing, those are the dried flowers Madam brought back from the East."

"Just to be on the safe side, would you mind going up and taking a look?"

"Oh good priest, you are a very careful person."

The housekeeper stood on the chair and looked around: "Okay, that's the dried flower."

Riemann could only continue, he looked up at another thing that might be a cabinet: "There are two things here."

"Oh, that's another bottle of Madam's self-brewed wine... Huh? Father, are you sure it's two different things?"

Riemann: "I'm sure."

"Looks like we've found the missing gem."

Riemann opened it carefully, and inside was a beautifully decorated bottle with a dark body, a cork, and a circle of golden fine lines around the neck, which looked gorgeous.

But there is nothing else around it.

"Huh?" Riemann unconsciously uttered a questioning syllable.

What about gems?

The summoning light was still on in his hand, and he could clearly feel that there should be something insured by the Holy See near this bottle of wine, but in his field of vision - there was nothing.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the bottle of wine, and immediately discovered the problem. As the point representing the wine in his perception gradually moved, another light point also moved along with it.

Riemann focused his attention on this bottle of wine.

"Ma'am, when you asked the Holy See staff to insure important property, did you also insure anything in this bottle of wine?"

"No."

"Okay, then I'm afraid Mrs. Radcliffe's jewel is, for some reason, in this bottle."

The lady housekeeper was confused for a while, before stuttering and asking: "What is in this bottle of wine?"

Riemann shrugged: "I don't know what happened, but Guang did tell me that there is another item in this bottle of wine that is insured by the Holy See."

The housekeeper pondered for a while, and finally seemed to have made up a huge determination comparable to murder and arson, and then took the bottle from Riemann's hand as if death was at home, took a deep breath, and opened the cork.

Riemann looked at it with his head, and there was dark fruit wine inside, and he couldn't see anything.

"Take a bowl and pour it out. After you find the gem, can you put the wine back?"

The housekeeper glanced at him almost reproachfully: "Don't be ridiculous, Mr. Priest, I've seen them all, I can't drink this bottle of wine again, oh... Madam will definitely scold me, but as long as I can find the water god Death is worth the risk."

The housekeeper stepped aside, pointed the wine bottle at the sink, and began pouring out the insured and precious bottle of self-brewed wine. Within a few seconds, a clear, flashing, huge sapphire appeared.

Riemann really wanted to ask why gemstones were found in such places, before he could ask.

A maid of sorts hurried into the kitchen.

"Oh! Ms. Green, you are here! I have been looking for you for a long time!"

"What's the matter, little Mary?"

"Madam just woke up, and she asked me to tell you that she read in a book that fruit wine can brighten the color of gemstones after you slept last night, so she put the death of the water god into a bottle of self-brewed wine in the kitchen , she asked me to inform you to take it out before the guests arrive... oh! you have already taken it out, that is very good!"

The bedroom maid smiled happily as she looked at the wine bottle in the housekeeper's right hand and the sapphire in her left hand.

Riemann: ...

It turned out to be the case.

So what is the meaning of his existence?

If he hadn't come, the housekeeper would have been instructed by her master to take out the gem from the wine bottle at that very moment, and if he had come, the result would still be that the housekeeper took out the gem from the wine bottle at exactly that moment.

He felt that his existence was unnecessary!

"All in all... your commission is complete, I'm going back to the church first."

"Oh thank you, Mr. Priest! Wes, give Mr. Priest a ride!"

Riemann returned to the church in the carriage of Radcliffe's family. He glanced at the time and saw that his shift was over in 15 minutes. I hope that these 15 minutes will be safe.

Unfortunately, as soon as he sat down, he came alive again.

"Good day, Monsieur Priest, my master is ill."

Riemann:?

"Please turn left and go straight to get the holy water."

"Oh no, Mr. Father, my master's illness cannot be cured by holy water."

Riemann's heart flashed... To be precise, an ominous premonition flashed [again]: "What disease can't be cured by holy water?"

"I believe people call this condition lovesickness..."

Riemann: ...

"...and my master is very ill, can you come with me, Mr. Priest?"

Riemann: ...

Awesome, so is the neighborhood bar!It really is the neighborhood committee!Why did he even have to deal with this kind of thing? !