The days of learning black magic in another world

The No.19 day of Riemann's internship, the third day after he and Villen's book was put on the shelf, the second day after he was interviewed by Barr, and the day after Dean Pound notified all newspapers under the name of the Holy See to cooperate with the publicity.

Sydney King's Capital, morning.

When the nth ray of sunlight shone into the window in the morning, that is, when the sun was already high, most of the nobles opened their newspapers on the dining table and started their day of being idle and panicked.

"Riemann Iserveld? This name sounds familiar."

"Heller Velen? This name also sounds familiar."

"Oh my god, Crete, are you demented? Riemann Iserveld is the earl that the queen wants to make new, that mathematician from Uran, it's only been a few months .”

The lady at the dinner table has already habitually described Riemann's Urangian identity as "Urangian origin". Obviously, although the Queen's invitation did not work, the Sini people who are "all the talents in the world are in my hands" "The inertia of thinking is still difficult to change.

"As for Helle Velen... it's closer, last month? Or last month? We also went to visit the telescope he invented together, Crete, drink less wine, I don't want to be old To go to dinners with a husband who is out of his wits."

"Oh! It turned out to be the two of them! They released a new book. It is said that it is limited to the capital, and it is limited to [-] copies. I have to join in the fun. Chas was mocking me for lack of brains a few days ago."

"Isn't he right?"

"Yes, I also feel that I lack brains, so I decided to buy two fashionable mathematics books to fill it..."

"Stuffing? Do you mean putting them under your pillow and waiting for them to automatically enter your head in your sleep?"

"Of course Corina, this is much faster than reading a book! It is also said that Mr. Riemann Iserveld is currently doing an internship in the Holy See in the capital. It is really good. I should send him an invitation card, Crete Basel Inviting the rising star of mathematics, Riemann Iserveld, sounds good!"

"Indeed, even your name sounds a little smarter."

"Haha, Corina, you are so smart! You really discovered my purpose!"

"..."

Similar and not-so-similar conversations took place at the dining tables of major mansions. Some focused on Riemann's bizarre life experience, and some were boasting about what they saw with Velen's telescope. Strange scenes, and some barely saw the point, exclaimed-"My God! New stars!" Hundred copies" limited edition monograph.

One of these servants was not appointed by his master to buy these two books, but was doing his daily purchases.

That is Professor Housman's valet.

As usual, he swept up all the new publications and new publications related to mathematics that he hadn't seen in the newsstand, and brought them to his master together.

For Professor Housman, this day seemed to show unusual signs from the very beginning. For example, he had to scold a student who had no eyesight and insisted on asking him about the topic of his graduation thesis when he just got up. Then while he was sitting at the dining table to eat, his valet returned with a few magazines, a pile of newspapers and two books.

He couldn't help frowning: "Oh my god, which idiot published a book again? Today is really an unlucky day. It's already disturbing to have an idiot student interrupting my breakfast, but I still want to read a book." The book is so thick with nonsense, my God, can't God send down a holy light and take these idiots away together?"

His valet said softly but clearly without changing his face: "One of these two books belongs to Mr. Riemann Iserveld, and the other belongs to Mr. Riemann Iserveld's friend Helle Wei Len."

"Oh?" The anger and impatience on Professor Housman's face subsided a little, "show me."

"Why did you bring the newspaper back?" He glanced at the pile of newspapers as he took the book and asked casually, "I'm not interested in what a group of idiots did yesterday."

"Maybe there may be content in the newspaper today that you are interested in, sir. I dare not make a random judgment, so I brought it back. The Sidney Daily has an exclusive interview with Mr. Iserveld, and it is also mentioned that he is currently doing an internship at the King's Church. .”

Housman paused when he heard the movement in his hand.

"Hey, is his movement published in the newspaper?"

"Yes."

"Go and inform others that no invitations are allowed to be sent to Riemann Iserveld."

"What's the deadline?"

"Say more."

"Okay, sir."

"He is an intern in the church? Now, in my name, go and entrust him with a name, and ask him to come to Donic College."

"Okay, sir."

……

At this time, Riemann was nervously coming out of his office and walking downstairs—whether his plan will fail, it will be seen for a while...

When he saw the familiar reception desk, he felt a thump in his heart. There was already a person standing in front of him without him. Judging by his attire, he should be a servant of a prominent family.

Riemann walked towards him a little numbly: "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

The other party bowed slightly: "Mr. Riemann Iserveld?"

Riemann's face suddenly glowed with surprise - the other party called his name!Instead of "Father"!

Did his plan work? !

Very good!

He nodded reservedly: "It's me, may I ask who you are?"

"I am the valet of Duke El Strick Hausman, and he hopes to invite you to come to his house."

Riemann's heart was full of elation, but he still maintained a certain degree of restraint: "I am happy, but I am working."

"This is part of the entrustment. Please come with me, Mr. Iserveld."

What Riemann was waiting for was this sentence - "This is part of the entrustment" - what is reasonable paid fishing!

He went out reservedly, and sat in the resplendent and slightly blind carriage, listening to the sound of the wheels turning, feeling the gradual acceleration of the carriage, Riemann felt instantly relaxed.

After about ten minutes, the silent and restrained personal servant lifted the curtain of the carriage for Riemann and asked him to get off.

Riemann's first reaction was, what kind of family is this duke, who actually has such a large mansion in the capital of Sydney?Although I know he is the Duke, isn't that too exaggerated?

The second reaction is, Huh?Why are there so many people?And this layout... why does it feel weird?

"Mr. Iserveld, welcome to Donic College."

Riemann:?

……

Riemann was a little confused when he walked in the classic corridor of Donic College. He originally thought that the invitation: eat and drink with the master and chat casually about mathematics. Considering that the other party is likely to be a pure layman, it is basically just Using the concept of chatting, maybe you can chat while distracted, or it would be better if there are more people, he can simply eat and drink.

It turned out that the professor of Donic College invited him first...

Yes, the valet of Mr. Hausmann just now realized quickly after seeing the trace of confusion flashing across his face——this outsider has no idea about the famous Duke Hausmann in the capital, so He briefly introduced his master to Riemann.

"The owner is the uncle of the current queen, and he is also a professor at Donic College. He only teaches one course, which is analytic geometry. The principal of Donic College once said that apart from Donic College, no other mathematics college in the mainland should teach it. Teach this course, because none of these colleges have masters as professors to teach this course."

Riemann: "Wow, it sounds very powerful, so...Duke Hausmann, what do you want me to do?"

Riemann was actually a little nervous. As an Uranian, he was also a Uranian who had rejected the invitation from Donic Academy... Now he has a feeling of going deep into the enemy's rear.

"Mr. Iserveld, I am only a servant."

"Oh, sorry."

After that, there was silence between the two of them, only the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

When they approached Professor Hausmann's office, Riemann quickly realized that there was nothing else, simply that the other party also had a lot of fancy decorations on the exterior walls that were exactly the same as those on his carriage.

The footman stood to the right and opened the door for him.

Riemann's first impression of Professor Hausmann was "subtle hostility", er, maybe not too subtle.

The other party was sitting behind a large backlit table. When Riemann came in, he paused for a moment, obviously hearing the sound of the door opening, but he didn't look up immediately, but turned over the page of the book in front of him again. , and then wrote two strokes casually, and then raised his head to look at Riemann. When he raised his head, because of the backlight, Riemann could not see his whole face clearly, so he squinted instead. The slits in the eyes, and the sneering corners of the mouth are accentuated.

"Oh, Riemann—Mr. Iserveld."

Riemann felt that he might not have made the most correct decision. He should have thought of it a long time ago. The capital of Sidney... Donic College... He also rejected Donic College... and such a behemoth will always have several collective honors People who feel too strong.

But he was very curious about how the other party planned to make things difficult for him. To be honest, he felt that there should be no more painful torture than being caught between a couple with a louder voice than ducks.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relieved, so he put on a smile calmly: "Professor Housman, what can I do for you?"

Professor Hausman put down the things in his hands, stood up, and pulled out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer on the right: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that I have made some expansions on your theoretical basis, and I want you, the founder, to see it. .”

Riemann took the manuscript paper in his hand and turned a few pages.

"Oh my god! You've done the heavy points! That's great!!"