The days of learning black magic in another world

Once this sense of familiarity appeared, it lingered in Riemann's mind.

This carriage looks really familiar.

Riemann tried his best to search his memory, but maybe because he was too tired during this time, everything around him had a sense of fuzziness through a layer of frosted glass, so he didn't think of a reason.

It wasn't until the carriage stopped and the curtain in front of him was lifted that he realized where this sense of familiarity came from.

—Damn it!this house!This familiar blue, white and red color scheme house!Isn't this the house of the couple who put him in the middle and quarreled among themselves? !

What are they called?

Temple?Or Popper?some type of……

Riemann suddenly had the urge to jump out of the car and leave.

"Hey! Mr. Riemann!"

A blond boy stood at the door and waved at him excitedly, and trotted towards him. His face was full of joy, and his face was a little red. It was obvious that he had been waiting in the sun for a long time.

"I'm so excited to invite you... I grabbed the front row of the auditorium the day before yesterday! I don't know if you have any impression of me..."

Riemann looked at him carefully, and recalled again: "Ah, I do remember your... blond hair, you listened very carefully that day, and answered a few questions, didn't you?"

"Yes! Yes! It's me!"

The joy of the blond young man was obvious: "Hi, I'm Lou Temple, just call me Lou."

So Temple, Riemann thought.

He smiled and followed the other party into the door.

"...so you think it's my fault? Mine?! Hey! You're the one who got drunk first at my sister's party and yelled at me to embarrass me!"

"Then have you ever thought that if it wasn't for your brother-in-law who has been persistently ignoring my wishes and making me drink alcohol, this situation wouldn't have happened at all?"

"Father! Mother!" The blond youth shouted angrily, stopping the two who were arguing in the living room, "I have a guest today!"

"Oh sorry honey, did you bring any guests back..."

"I talked about it from last night to this morning!"

"Huh? Mr. Priest? We didn't invite a priest today?"

Riemann smiled awkwardly.

Lou Temple rolled his eyes at his parents: "This is Mr. Riemann Iserveld, a great mathematician. He just published his "A Brief Course in Calculus", and I brought you a copy of it by the way." Ben, remember?"

"Oh my God! So you are Mr. Iserveld!"

"We like your new book very much, so, Marles revolves around the sun, right? Hahaha sounds really good, God is indeed the center of the world! Your discovery is really great!"

This is exactly what Riemann knew would happen, and the sole attention of people who don't know much about mathematics to his new book will rightfully be focused on this discovery, so he smiled: "Yes, this is really wonderful Isn't it?"

"Father, mother, at least today, don't quarrel, okay? Mr. Iserveld's time is precious, I really need some quiet environment."

"Yes, yes, honey, we promise."

Lou Temple, who got the promise, was relieved, stretched out his right hand to point out the direction for Riemann, and he led Riemann to the study upstairs.

"Mr. Riemann, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you."

Lou Temple cheerfully produced a two-handed notebook.

Riemann:?

If it wasn't for the couple who were downstairs, he would doubt whether his decision was correct.

……

Ten minutes later, Temple reluctantly put down the pen and paper in his hand, and gave Riemann a sad look with a nostalgic expression that made Riemann a little creepy.

Riemann emphasized the time again: "It's nine fifty, see you next time, Lu."

"Okay, okay, I'll take you out, Mr. Riemann, on the way, you can tell me when you can simplify..."

He stopped abruptly in mid-sentence, because he had the misfortune to hear the noise coming from downstairs.

Lou Temple almost rushed out of the corridor, leaned on the second-story railing and shouted downstairs——

"For God's sake! Can't you two go a day without fighting?! Damn it!"

"Lu, dear, oh sorry, but it won't be long, we have invited the priest to come over to administer justice, and your father and I must make a distinction between right and wrong!"

"Ugh—" Lou Temple couldn't help covering his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Riemann, I made you laugh..." He turned his head, but he missed the person who was just behind him with the sound of breathing - Riemann Iserveld didn't know when he stepped back a few steps After that went.

Riemann took a deep breath, it's okay...it's okay, the "priest" that the two people downstairs are referring to is not him, don't panic.

So he pretended nothing happened, and walked forward naturally: "It's okay, your parents are very... energetic, goodbye, Lou Temple."

When Riemann was in a hurry to leave, the unlucky priest who replaced him as the mediator of the conflict between husband and wife arrived—it was Miller.

Miller strode confidently into the living room.

"Mr. Temple, Mrs. Temple, what's the matter today?"

"Dear priest, you come to judge, here's the thing, yesterday I went to a dinner party my sister gave with my husband, and at the dinner party, he drank too much alcohol and started drinking crazy, which made me Disgraceful."

"To be precise, I was drunk too much by her sister's husband, Leah, maybe you should get rid of your habit of avoiding the most serious, I hate alcohol, priest, you know me, I hate alcohol, and considering her sister Her husband is on her side, shouldn't it be her fault? I am the unlucky one who was innocently drunk with ten glasses of snow wine!"

"Hey! It's not my fault you're a coward who can't say no to strangers!"

"Hey! That's not a stranger, and I'm not a coward who dares to say no to a stranger, that's your sister's husband! I'm just trying to show my friendliness!"

"Ha, you don't even know that Praia is the sister I hate the most, I don't need you to be friendly to her husband, okay? Not only are you on the side of the person I hate, but you yell at everyone Everyone thinks that I married a fool, and I am the victim!"

"Quiet!" Miller lowered his face and shouted, and the living room fell silent instantly.

"First of all, this time I want to say that Mrs. Temple has a greater share of the cause of this situation."

Mrs. Temple was clearly unconvinced, and jerked her head up like a fighting rooster, but she said nothing, just gave Mr. Temple an unhappy look.

Miller didn't care about the other party's reaction at all, and continued: "The attribution of this matter is entirely on the brother-in-law who doesn't consider the mood and preferences of the guests. Considering the relationship, the brother-in-law must be closer to Mrs. Temple. , so you have to admit that you are more responsible for this matter, please repent to God for your ignorance.”

"It's my sister who doesn't know anyone."

"As the eldest sister, don't you have the responsibility to educate the young? Please repent immediately."

Reluctantly, Mrs. Temple produced two silver coins from her pouch at her side: "I repent to God."

Riemann onlookers:?

Miller then turned to Mr. Temple: "It's not that you are not wrong in this matter, sir. You don't know your wife well enough, and you made the mistake of showing favor to someone your wife doesn't like. It is self-inflicted, please repent of your arrogance and ignorance immediately."

Although Mr. Temple was accused, he still reached into his inner pocket happily for silver coins. It was obvious that he was still immersed in the joy of winning this time.

Miller, who accepted the four silver coins, turned his head and was about to leave in satisfaction, when he saw Riemann standing on the steps.

"Hi, Riemann? Why are you here?"

Riemann, who was in a complicated mood, restarted his downward movement and explained: "Lou Temple entrusted me to explain some mathematical problems to him..."

"Oh! What a coincidence!"

"yes……"

"Are you going back together?"

Riemann nodded slowly, and went out with him into the carriage.

Sitting on the shaky carriage, Riemann felt that he had some doubts.

"Mirell, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course Riemann! Didn't I say it a long time ago? If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"You don't seem to dislike dealing with the Temple family?"

"Hey Riemann, are you kidding me?" He shook the four silver coins in his hand, "I couldn't like Temple's more, it's an extra bonus every time I come, it's definitely my favorite mission."

Riemann: "But you want to help them sort out right and wrong things that are so messy that they can't be right or wrong at all?"

Miller couldn't help laughing. He laughed for a while, until the carriage shook even more seriously, and then he straightened up and answered Riemann: "Dear Mr. Iserveld, you are a priest, you Your words are the truth, no matter what you say, they can only accept your judgment, do you understand?"

Riemann frowned: "Then I don't understand even more. If this is the case, why did the Temple couple go to church again and again to ask someone to judge who is right and who is wrong among them, if they can't get the answer they want ?”

After Riemann finished asking, he realized that his question was not clear enough. He didn't understand why the two couples had been looking for someone to judge who was right and who was wrong. After all, they needed an "audience" and no one would watch a scene. The quarrel is obviously not complete enough for two acting personalities. What he doesn't understand is that, according to Miller, as a priest, he can judge one of them as wrong at will. Could it be that it has been a long time, the Temples Won't you be upset?A mouse will find another way if it keeps hitting a wall, let alone two humans.

Miller shrugged: "Who says they can't get the answers they want? What they want is nothing more than an authority to declare that they are right and the other is wrong, as long as one of them is randomly satisfied. , They have obtained this kind of satisfaction, of course they will come to give money next time as if they are addicted, and whether they can get this kind of satisfaction is completely random, how touching people's heartstrings, there is no more addictive pleasure than this Enjoyed it."

Riemann: ...

What Miller said was not unreasonable. If it wasn't for the wrong time and place, he would have suspected that Miller was a hidden neurologist.

He once again reviewed the magical commissions that made him feel extremely irritated. If you follow Miller's thinking... Well, it's still very trivial. Riemann nodded confidently. The service of these people is not as good as giving lectures to mice.

The last ten days of the internship passed quickly. Just as Riemann was gaining fame in the capital of Sydney and was very popular in Donic College, the self-restrained apprentice priest did not miss his recent fame, and waved his sleeves. Back to Xingxi Academy.

Everyone in the capital was both regretful and admired.

Riemann walked out of the teleportation array, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—this month was definitely the longest month he had ever lived.

He looked at the familiar Xingxi Academy, and was deeply moved, what a beautiful scene—hope that their broomstick competition will still be held recently.

Stoney was the first to find out he was back.

"Hey! Riemann, have you finished your internship?"

"Yes."

"By the way, there is good news. I just wanted to write to tell you that Hosea has broken through to the first ring!"