The days of learning black magic in another world

"Father, look at my master, he is so emaciated!"

Riemann looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw an obese teenager with a thick waist—this is haggard?

This servant who opened his eyes and talked nonsense should really look at the way he just crossed—that's called haggard!

Riemann took a deep breath—to be precise, [again] took a deep breath, put on a smile and walked forward, towards the literary youth who leaned against the wall and looked "haggardly" at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window.

The literary youth turned his head to look at him without being vulnerable at all, his teary eyes were misty and disgusting.

"Oh, Father... can I still be saved?"

Riemann really wanted to say "It's hopeless, wait for death", but he couldn't, he could only sit down in front of the other party with a smile, put on a good gesture of waiting and patience, and said persuasively: "Mr. Would you like to describe what happened to you?"

Although Riemann doesn't know why this job also includes the task of a psychological counselor, but now he can only bite the bullet...

"Oh... that started from a horse race in the suburbs a month ago..."

Riemann: ...

It sounds like a long story, can he take back what he just said?

Unfortunately, no, so he spent three to ten minutes listening to the other party talk about the horse race and the love at first sight for a certain noble lady, and then said that the noble lady's surname was too humble to match him, and then said Even so, after tossing and turning day and night, he finally decided to woo her across the family gap. He also said that after he made such a concession, the other party would reject him cruelly. It made him miserable, and he became thinner day by day...

Riemann: ...

What the hell did he do wrong to listen to such retarded people's mentally retarded stories?

He took a deep breath, racked his brains, and began to quote a few famous quotes from the God of Light that could be used here from the scriptures he had read, but before he finally located the famous quotes that could be used, the other party wiped his tears: "Thank you, Father, I feel much better."

Riemann: ...

So... do you just need an emotional trash can?

Talk to the servants in your row!

Riemann, who was sent back to the Holy See by the carriage again, walked towards the canteen of the Holy See with a little numbness-he didn't know what other people in the Holy See called this place to eat, but he decided to call it the canteen.

The canteen of the Holy See in the capital of King Sidney fully demonstrated its magnanimity.

For example-their milk mushroom soup is with meringue.

The next work is full of boredom and fishing.

The next day, Riemann sat in front of the reception desk again, praying in his heart that he would not encounter a commission like yesterday again today.

He really didn't meet again.

But he realized that yesterday's commission was already a very good commission.

If he did it all over again, he would never pray to the God of Light—don't do the entrustment like yesterday again.

He'd change the sentence—as good as it was yesterday, or put it more clearly—to something different from yesterday's commission, a good kind of difference, not a bad kind of difference.

In this way, he might not have to listen to the quarrel between the couple here.

"I can't believe it!! You're having an affair with Millie Pastor! Don't you know she's been my rival since I was six?! You have so many options, maid, mistress, widow next door, why don't you Millie Pastor?! Oh nice, now she has another chance to laugh at me for five years! You stupid idiot! Why did I marry you in the first place!"

"Then don't you think about my mood when you choose a partner?! My God, can't you raise a little boy with no name and no name? How many times have I said that you have to flirt with Press, that idiot It's my competitor, competitor, rival, you haven't listened to me once, have you?"

"Oh, we're talking about whether we take what the other person said to heart, right?"

Riemann: ...

God, he was wrong, he was really wrong.

10 minutes ago, the two couples were still in a cold war. Riemann was invited by their housekeeper to mediate the conflict between the husband and wife. At that time, Riemann made the worst decision and said the worst sentence— —

"Maybe you should try to communicate with each other, no matter what grievances you have, talk openly and honestly."

If he was given another chance, he wouldn't say this classic line even if he was killed.

Blame him for just going through the motions and saying a few casual words to fool this stupid task, but he didn't expect to get himself into such a situation.

The most unfortunate thing is that when he started this mediation, he happened to be standing between the couple, so their approaching each other can also be understood as approaching Riemann at the same time.

Riemann: ...

He wants to go on a long voyage.

The sailboat decoration in their living room looks good, but it's a little small, I don't know if it can bear his weight.

In the end, he no longer had any memory of how he got out of this family... He just remembered that he couldn't bear it anymore, and he yelled at these two people, asking them to repent to God for their actions! —— barely ended this farce.

Exhausted, he returned to the church, shut himself in the office, and closed the curtains by the way, he needed to rest in the dark for a while...

That afternoon, instead of trying to write a book, he went to the receiving office to see if there was any letter addressed to him. In fact, it didn't matter if there was any letter. He just needed to let his mind go and take a walk.

However, someone actually sent him a letter...

One from Heller Velen.

Another from Stony.

Considering that Heller Velen had been his friend for a long time, he opened his letter first.

"Dear Riemann,"

"I've had a lot of fun lately."

"If you told me half a year ago that one day I would study and write books at my desk every day like a serious scholar, I would definitely laugh at the person who said this and ridicule him as crazy."

"I even gave up drinking. The owner of Barre's Tavern wrote to me last week to ask if I was okay and if I was grounded by my father."

"It was only when I laughed that I realized how long I hadn't put the meaning of my life on meaningless drunkenness."

"Yes, sustenance, I suddenly realized that drinking is a very boring thing. I never drink them out of love for wine and my own taste, like those gentlemen who know all kinds of wine. I can't even tell whether a glass of wine is made of wheat or fruit. I just combine my life and The future is pinned on pointless drunkenness, trying to protect itself with a chaotic state of mind."

"Hey, it's a little bit off topic. All in all, I think you will like my achievements during this time."

"When I wrote to you last time, I said that I discovered four planets. After observing them for a period of time, I feel that the word planet may not be used accurately, because their trajectories are very strange."

Riemann saw Heller Velen draw a few pictures below, indicating the "strangeness" of the trajectory.

"I spent some time thinking about it, and then one night, I realized that there might be a perfect explanation for this strange trajectory."

"That is, they are not new planets, but four stars orbiting Jupiter!"

"The idea hit me, and I calculated and drew the new orbits of the four stars."

"This is the first time I've asked for help with mathematics so enthusiastically. I was going to send you the data from the stargazing records directly for you to help with the calculations... but my father beat me up, so I was on my own. on..."

"I plan to write this discovery into the book to be published, and finally found something related to mathematics to write about, great!"

"This starts with a paper published in Mathematics, about your application of calculus to speed, and ends with an orbit of four stars, with something else in between. What do you think of this structure? "

"Desperately looking forward to hearing from you, Helle Velen"

Riemann wrote.

"I think so."

"Another: A suggestion, buy a copy of "Why Gods Are Gods" and learn about his writing style"

Riemann put down his pen and thought for a while.

Heller Velen gave him an inspiration. Since Heller can think that this thing should be four satellites through the trajectories of the four suspected planets he newly discovered, then he can naturally be considered by Heller Velen. Inspired by the point of view, run to see the trajectories of other planets, and deduce from this that they all revolve around the sun.

Very logical.

not bad.

Then came Stony's letter.

"Dear Riemann,"

"Moore said that this news must make you very happy."

"After you left, Moore started working on the broomstick orders that came in during and after the assessment—he insisted on calling it that, he said it was your name, but it sounded good and interesting."

"All in all, the broomstick idea you came up with is very popular, and now the Academy is full of people flying around on broomsticks."

"The day after tomorrow afternoon, everyone is even planning to have a broomstick competition. I think it might be interesting. If you are interested, I can write to you and describe the details of the competition."

"Moore said that you would be very happy to know that the flying tool you insisted on customizing is now so popular, so I can't wait to write to you to share it."

"Your friend, Stoney"

Riemann:? ? ?

Riemann:? ? ? ? ? ?

Excuseme? ? ?He is here to deal with trivial and weird commissions, and you guys actually started playing Quidditch (bushi)? !

Riemann felt he had been hurt very badly.