The days of learning black magic in another world

Reina's heart has been hanging, she seems to have returned to the time when her brother took the throne.

At that time, uneasiness always haunted her, and the shadow of death enveloped her.

But this time it was even worse, because at least she had something to do last time.

But to her surprise, one night passed, and another night passed, and still no one noticed her.

She wasn't sure whether to feel a little more at ease now (maybe Riemann didn't write about such a small thing at all? Maybe Riemann and Mr. Magician weren't alone?) or more uneasy (is this the last reprieve?).

……

Little Al felt dizzy for a while, he felt as if he had just been pressed on the head and turned several times before being pushed out suddenly!

I feel so uncomfortable... I feel like vomiting...

He subconsciously moved a few steps to the right, put his hands on a tall tree and began to retch.

At the same time, there were similar retching sounds from the front, back, left, and right sides. Hell, this didn't help him stop his nausea...

Huh?Wait, tree?Little Al raised his head in a daze, upward... upward...

So many trees.

What is this place?

What about snow?

Why is it so... so... He couldn't find an adjective, the environment here was so different from what he was used to, so different that he didn't have any applicable words in his mind.

Riemann patiently gave the men some time to murmur and whisper, and he was listening to the way they spoke.

Their language is a bit similar to Sidney, which is quite normal. Sidney has a wide range of radiation, and some small countries centered on Sidney, as well as places such as snowfields whose geographical conditions are not suitable for vigorously developing culture, will use As the first official language of Xini, Ulang is a rare outlier. After all, the ancestors are rich, and they think they have more background than Xini.

These villagers obviously understood what he said before, otherwise they would not have known that he was going to take them away. Riemann was actually thinking at the time: What if the language is over?Does such a handsome moment require me to start sign language?

Fortunately... They seemed to be able to understand his Sydney language, which saved Riemann from an embarrassment.

Riemann roughly listened to the language they communicated with each other. It felt like a variant of Sidney. The difference was probably similar to that of Old English and modern English, and there were some differences in pronunciation and intonation, but they could still be understood even with a guess. Yes, from this, Riemann estimates that they should not have lived in seclusion (?) or escaped for a particularly long time.

But he only listened for a while, seeing that the group of people gradually calmed down, and when the leader was faintly highlighted, and the leader was approaching him vigilantly and posing a negotiation posture, Riemann decided to save Those useless negotiations, he explained directly:

"This is a dark forest. Apart from you and me, there are only various monsters. It originally belonged to the Evernight Goddess' territory, probably. Theoretically speaking, if you can grow crops here, you will soon colonize a land that used to be Belonging to the realm of the gods. Well, this joke is a bit out of line for you guys...well, anyway—”

"It should be safe here for at least a few days. If the Holy See traces us, it depends on the situation. If I can solve it with the people they send, this land still belongs to us."

"If they are determined to dispatch the Pope to hang me, then we can only change places. I hope you have no resistance to fleeing."

"As for my purpose of saving you, I don't want to use you as experimental materials, and I don't want slaves either. Please put down your negotiating stance, I just want to do this."

"Although the environment here is so-so and not livable, it may be a good place for magicians. After all, there are a lot of materials... So, if you don't mind, you can settle here temporarily. I won't Interfering with you, you can... just order it yourself, and treat this place as your own home, anyway, the Evernight Goddess has been dead for a long time."

Riemann silently reviewed in his heart whether there were any omissions in what he said, there should be none, and he finally asked: "This is roughly the case, can you understand it?"

The tall man at the head blinked twice in confusion: "It's generally OK, but I don't understand some words."

Riemann: ...

"No no no, I mean, I mean, can you understand me?"

The other party nodded cautiously.

"Then... let's go? You can go and investigate where is more suitable for people to live in?"

The other party nodded hesitantly.

Riemann understands their hesitation and vigilance. The sudden savior is not a good thing. When they followed him and left, they probably prepared to avoid this massacre at the highest price. Riemann, as a senior (?) Mage , There are only two reasons why a group of people are needed, one is to use it for experiments, and the other is to use it as labor.

But Riemann really doesn't have any needs in this area. Unlike most magicians, he has a system, and there is no better labor than the system...

Although he actually wanted to ask: "Hey! Would you like to defeat the Holy See with me?"

But he still prefers not to do this, everyone should get familiar with it first, and let’s talk about building trust...

Therefore, he opened his big sincere eyes, almost encouraging them to act on their own, not to stay here.

Under Riemann's sincere gaze, the hundred people were half hesitant, half confused and stepped out with slow steps, a bit like slow motion, and it took a while to fully move.

Riemann stopped his friendly smile and rubbed his face.

Next, there is one important thing to do.

He waved his right hand, took out a teleportation scroll from the system, and wrote down a coordinate that he was not very familiar with.

Iserveld House.

……

Before and after the death of the former Earl of Iserveld, the mansion of the Iserveld family did not seem to have changed in any way.

But this is also very normal, the maid thought, things and things in this world rarely change.

She shook her head, ready to go downstairs to get some snacks for her wife.

……

Mrs. Marianne thought about the reunion with Riemann many times.

There are always newspapers, applause, welcome, oh yes!And the presence of the king.

She stroked the bronzing book beside the table—"A Concise Course of Calculus". Why doesn't the child know to send her a copy?

But thinking that these things should be done by the publishing house, Riemann's personality is probably doing research on his own without knowing anything... Thinking of this, Marianne forgave Riemann's little thoughtlessness.

She also thought that if Riemann would return to Ulang in the short term, she could mention it as a complaint.

She also thought about...

However, she never thought that Riemann would appear in this situation.

When the knock on the door sounded, she thought it was Helena who had gone to get some snacks, she said "Come in" lightly, and then turned around.

"Li...Man...?"

Riemann patted something on his shoulder - Marianne was a little confused, is that a snowflake? ——He smiled at Marianne: "Mrs. Marianne, long time no see."

"Master Riemann?!" The maid who was carrying a silver plate just came back, but bumped into someone who shouldn't appear at the door.

"You are... Helena, right? Help me to invite Albert and grandma over?"

Helena glanced helplessly at the plate of snacks in her hand, and then at Mrs. Marianne—the other party didn't feel her gaze at all, so naturally she didn't give her any glances.

Riemann took the plate of snacks from the nervous Helena: "As for this, just give it to me."

This made Helena heave a sigh of relief, and immediately trotted to invite the young master... Oh no, Master Albert and Mrs. Frena.

"Riemann, you, when did you come back? Why didn't you inform us first, is Xingxi Academy on holiday? Or something happened?"

Riemann smiled: "Do you mind if I go in first? This plate is quite heavy."

"Oh! Of course..."

Riemann walked into the room, found a table and put down the things on his hands: "I'll talk about it together after Albert and Mrs. Ferina come, and say the exact same thing twice in such a short time It's a very unwise choice...Listen, here they come."

"Oh Riemann! Why are you back!" Mrs. Ferina greeted her beamingly, grabbed Riemann's arm with her right hand, patted his forearm with her left hand, and acted like a good grandmother.

Riemann smiled: "Please sit down, I think it's better for you to sit and listen to the next news."

The smile on Mrs. Fryner's face faded a little, and a trace of worry flashed across her face: "What happened... What happened?"

Seeing that they didn't mean to sit down, Riemann said, "Let's make a long story short...I'm a magician."

"what? What?!"

The two screams one after another came from Mrs. Furina and Mrs. Marian respectively, and they all took two steps back.

Madam Furina subconsciously looked left and right, as if looking for an escape route.

Albert has been overwhelmed with deep worries from the moment he met Riemann, but now that the worries have finally come true, his face is pale—"You, do you regret it? But you have joined Xingxi Academy... everything is a foregone conclusion...!"

"What do you mean, Albert?! What are you talking about!"

Only then did Albert realize that he had said what he should have been roaring in his heart. He gritted his teeth and looked at Marianne: "Xingxi Academy is a magic academy managed by the Holy See. He is already a magician. He has only If he could be a magician, the Holy See will not let him leave."

Marianne felt a little dizzy, and she couldn't quite understand this passage, but what Riemann said next let her know that she supported her forehead early.

"Actually, yes, the Holy See won't let me go, so I betrayed the Holy See."

"As long as five days, as short as any time now, they could be on their way to hunt me down."

"And unfortunately, as my immediate family, your blood will be an excellent intermediary for the Holy See to track me down."

"So the situation is very clear now, either leave with me, or let the Holy See keep taking out your blood, it's as simple as that."

"Please make your choice."

Of course, these three people are also very clear about his unfinished meaning, er, at least Mrs. Frena will be very clear-this is not a real choice, Riemann just said it politely, and did not say bluntly, "Even if you If I choose to be a blood bag for the Holy See, I will take you away directly." This is very Iserveld...

Albert opened his mouth wide - he didn't expect this scene. He originally thought that Riemann had regretted it, and wanted to tell the truth at the beginning, so that his grandmother and mother would stand on his side again, and pushed him away. School of Magic...

how could this be? !

This is much worse than... This is much worse than him coming back to fight for the position of Patriarch again! !have to! !many! !

He couldn't think of anything worse in the world, the hell's the abyss? !

Mrs. Frena was frowning and thinking, Albert was in a daze, but Marian... her pupils were slightly dilated, her face was pale, and her lower lip trembled slightly: "Riemann... At the beginning... your father disappeared in the forest... ...was he really the one who disappeared?"

Her voice was very soft, as light as a feather, but Mrs. Frena and Albert suddenly pulled away from their thoughts and turned to look at her.

Riemann froze for a moment, he hesitated for a moment whether to hide it, but he didn't see the need to hide it for the first time, he no longer needed to maintain the "friendly" relationship with these three people, to be honest, even if he now " Friendly", when he takes them to the dark forest, any friendly relationship will be gone, and second... From a rational point of view, Mrs. Marian deserves to know the truth, and a person who wants to know the truth deserves to know the truth.

So he spits out a curt "Yes."

"Just as you think."

When Riemann's voice fell, Marianne clutched her chest tightly and staggered back a few steps.

Albert and Mrs. Ferina suddenly turned their gazes to him, not sure whether they were more angry or shocked.

"How could you...how could you...that's your father!" Mrs. Marianne's voice was already crying.

Riemann: "Just to defend myself, Mr. Earl wanted to kill me first."

"What?! How is it possible!"

Riemann shrugged: "I don't need to lie to you. If I want to lie, I can deny that I did it."

"By the way, the earl is also a magician, so this matter is compared to the troublesome human relations entanglements such as father killing son and son killing father. My suggestion is that you understand it as a battle between two magicians, and the loser embraces it." Death, that's all, and to be honest, I didn't intend to kill him, it's not my fault that he wanted to die with me and only killed himself."

Riemann suddenly realized that his sense of humor seemed to come at an inappropriate time, because Mrs. Marian obviously could not accept the truth. She wanted the truth, but she couldn't bear the truth.

"Bernard... is a magician... No! Impossible! You are lying! Bernard can't be an evil magician!" Mrs. Marian was only stunned for a while, and then collapsed and denied it.

"Riemann! How can you do such a thing! You killed Bernard! You also slandered him!"

Scenes flashed before her eyes quickly——

The first time she met Bernard was when she was living like a walking dead, she had just been rejected by Springs, and her parents carefully comforted her "That's where the real math geniuses go, Our little Marianne is already great" but it backfired, she lived like a corpse, and her parents thought it would cheer her up to join the social season, so they dressed her up and pushed her out.

Marianne didn't object not because she agreed with her parents, but because she didn't care, she couldn't feel anything, the food she ate was tasteless, it didn't matter to her whether it was day or night outside the window, the only thing that made her feel The matter of perception is to savor one's own pain over and over again.

She met Bernard for the first time in this state, and Bernard was neither funny nor considerate, but Marianne felt something different in him--a kind of feeling that she was different. Confidence, Marianne doesn't know what the other party is good at, but she can feel that he is not just blindly confident like others-those pompous and boastful guys in social situations always think that as long as it is a field they are willing to set foot in, You will definitely become an expert.

She could sense a sure-fire confidence in Bernard.

She loves Bernard. Although their actual relationship is not close, they rarely talk heart to heart, and even seldom quarrel, but she always remembers the feeling of suddenly seeing a life-saving straw in the middle of nowhere—a man and woman She is also someone who harbors secret ambitions.

Riemann saw Marian blushed, rushed towards him in a few steps, and then he was punched.

Marianne looked straight at him angrily, her right hand clenched into a fist, fist down.

"Riemann, apologize for your words, that is your father, you...you...you can resent his attitude, but how can you slander him like this! Immediately, immediately, apologize!"

Riemann:?

"Listen ma'am, I don't know if you feel that being my biological mother gives you power over me, and I'm sorry to tell you that I'm very grateful that you gave me an excellent channel into Xingxi Academy , but nothing more.”

"Blood relationship will not be easily transformed into family relationship, especially for me, not to mention that even if I really regard you as my mother, I will still not be a person who obeys the orders of my parents."

"I'm sorry you lost your love aka the man who tried to kill me, but can we hurry up and end this emotional meltdown? The Holy See could come at any moment."

Marian raised her head in shock and looked at Riemann. The shock on her face was like seeing someone swallow a sun brick alive.

Riemann thought almost harshly: her expression now looked more shocked than when he just announced that he was a magician.

Finally, a new voice joined in and concluded in an "arbitrary" tone: "We will leave with you, Riemann."

It was the voice of Mrs. Furina, but the "firmness and arbitrariness" in her voice this time was somewhat false. After all, she just wanted to accept the steps given by Riemann decently. At least in name, she "made the choice." ", rather than being forcibly taken away.

Although she was also shocked by the cause of Bernard's death... but the dead are already dead, and they shouldn't interfere with the life of the living, right?

Riemann nodded with satisfaction: "Very well, let's go."

Mrs. Frenner interrupted him in shock: "Wait, we haven't unpacked yet!"

Riemann: "...I don't think you need too much luggage where you are going."

After all, it is a forest, if you bring some silk and porcelain plates, it will only be destroyed on the first day.

"We need to pack up our belongings... Riemann, I don't intend to offend. Maybe you, a light-packed person like you, don't understand, but the surname Iserveld does represent the wealth of generations."

Mrs. Furina emphasized in a reserved tone, even if "people have to bow their heads under the eaves", she is still the noble lady with a profound background.

Riemann shrugged: "Then please hurry up, we don't have much time."

Albert opened his mouth wide, he didn't know why things suddenly turned out like this... But, he gritted his teeth... Just as he was about to do something, he saw Mrs. Frena giving him a look.

He is very familiar with that look - "be safe and calm", and he seems to be able to hear his grandmother's voice ringing in his ears.

Yes... yes... this is just a temporary compromise. There have been countless crises in the history of the Iserveld family, and many of them almost caused the entire family to disappear directly (it's a bit similar to this time...), but as long as you stay dormant, There is always an opportunity to escape and make a comeback.

Don't rush...yes...and don't be afraid...

……

Riemann gave them a little time to organize things, and when he was about to get impatient, Mrs. Ferina finally appeared with several boxes.

She bent down and counted again, straightened up and said to Riemann: "And Chia and the others, I'm not used to letting other people take care of me, I want to take my personal maids away together."

Riemann: "Sorry, when there are too many people, it is easier to breed betrayal. You should understand, madam."

"But Chia is very loyal, she will never betray me."

"Madam, give up this idea, if you can't do it, you can't do it."

Mrs. Fryner pursed her lips: "Forget it, alas, it's a pity that no one can comb my hair as delicately as Chia."

Marianne hadn't moved since the beginning, she opened her mouth, and a hoarse voice came out: "Riemann, that's your father, Frenna, that's your son."

Riemann: "Sorry, I never really felt that he was my relative, including you, dear lady, I know this may be a little difficult to accept, but it is the truth, I don't want to lie to you, I want to make it clear here It's better than saying it later."

Frena tried to convey with her eyes—"Bernard is dead, your good son Riemann has become a magician, the only hope for us and the entire Iserveld family is Albert! If you can save your tears, Or don't mention it from the beginning, at least now you can arouse Riemann's conscience by relying on your mother's identity! You idiot!" ——Unfortunately, although her eyes are rich in content, Marianne didn't look at her at all, She was trembling with concern, which made Frena couldn't help rolling her eyes.

"Okay, let's leave."

Riemann tore the scroll out of thin air.

After a while, they came to the dark forest.

After a while, Mrs. Frena's confused voice sounded: "This looks like a forest?"

"Exactly, ma'am."

"Where's your castle? Aren't you a magician? At least you have to have a castle, right?"

Riemann:?

"Sorry, ma'am, I don't have a castle, and I borrowed this forest temporarily." Riemann added in his heart towards the goddess of the night, who had passed away for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Of course, if you really want a castle, you can also build one yourself. There is no shortage of materials here."

Mrs. Fryner covered her chest, and the whites of her eyes filled her eye sockets—she was really going to faint this time!