The days of learning black magic in another world

"Mr. Priest, it was your people who came to our theater to detect the traces of magic in person! God, Riemann, oh no, how could Iseveld be a magician?! It must, absolutely, must be him who left Wu Empress Lang's business!"

Eugene's face was full of "this matter has nothing to do with me", but his heart was in cold sweat.

Oh boy Riemann oh boy Riemann...how could you take such a risk?

This question has been lingering in his mind since this morning.

This morning, the Holy See issued a warrant for "Heretic Traitor: Riemann Iserveld", claiming that he was studying magic in private and has now defected. Anyone who sees him should report to the Holy See.

Eugene felt that his mind was a bit out of control. According to his impression of Riemann, the other party was a typical person who would not suffer any losses if he fought steadily. How could he not think about becoming a magician? !Didn't he all enter the Holy See?This life has reached its peak, what does he think? !

The confused Eugene sweated for Riemann in his heart.

Then he felt that he was in a hurry, so he sweated for himself again, and continued to defend himself calmly.

"You can ask Father Allen in Battery County, he was the one who did the test."

"Okay, thanks for the information and thanks for the years of uninterrupted tax payment."

The priest who came to investigate Eugene finished speaking with a blank expression, and completed the formulaic inquiry without emotion.

Not long after, the small place of Bartley ushered in a priest from the capital of Sydney.

They exchanged briefly about whether Eugene's claims were true, and then lost touch again.

That night, the capital of Sydney.

Bishop Pound, who finally came back from the ghostly place of Xueyuan, was so angry that he blew his beard and stared for a whole day. He just issued a warrant for Riemann in the morning, the kind with high-definition photos, so that he would not have a chance Live in any crowd again - but this is not enough to appease Bishop Pound's anger.

He almost snarled and threw the pile of things left by Riemann to the tracking team, snarling and asking them to find out Riemann's current location as soon as possible!

——The reason why he couldn't help roaring was, of course, because the first thing he did when he came back from the snowy field was to rush towards the teleportation array leading to Uran, and blew into the Iserveld mansion like a whirlwind, only to find that someone went upstairs null!

Another point is that although Riemann's diary is well-founded, he still can't understand how a person can reach the level of a three-ring magician in a few months. Lang investigates Riemann's past, trying to find some clues that can prove that he has been learning magic for a long time.

As a result, there were no clues, but more and more evidence to the contrary.

Riemann during the Bartley period not only had the testing guarantees of multiple priests during the magic show, but even the holy son Prescott personally conducted a penetration test for him.

Every point proves that his diary is true, his nonsense is also true, he really learned magic so casually, and this made Bishop Pound couldn't help twisting his nose. up.

Those who experienced the anger of Bishop Pound on the front line were naturally the investigators who were caught off guard by the unexpected task of "finding Riemann Iserveld".

There are six people in their group, all of them are proficient in tracking techniques, and they have just been picked up from various places-mainly considering that Iserveld may appear in any corner of the continent now, so this person-hunting team is Slightly bigger.

Bishop Pound's roar seemed to be still in his ears. The head priest couldn't help wiping his sweat, and picked up the... long strip on the table with his left hand. It is said that it belonged to Riemann Iserveld. Flying tool, open the palm of the right hand, let a necklace inlaid with crystal stones hang down naturally.

After he whispered a long string of secret words, the crystal stone began to swing, and finally, its swinging direction stayed within a certain fan.

Another priest brought him a map of the continent, placed them under the pendant that was swinging back and forth according to their current location, and compared the light spots and shadows to draw the arc.

The other people also used the tracking technique one by one, and their pendant swing ranges were occasionally different. The ranges predicted by the six of them confirmed each other, eliminated errors and ambiguous parts, and intersected with each other, and finally got a rough direction.

The leading priest looked at the map: "Well... In this direction, there are Ulan, Riley, and a bunch of small countries that I can't name, as well as Lake Cromwell."

"Uh, do you think we should tell Bishop Iserveld of Pound that there are three places that may appear in three places, adding up to half the size of Sidney?"

A moment of silence.

"Then what should we do now?"

All the priests present were lost in thought.

After a while, a young priest hesitated and said, "We can teleport to..."

He marked several locations on the map.

"Here, here, and...or here, if we perform the tracking technique again, we can narrow down the scope...at least to a certain area, and we should be able to make a mission to Bishop Pound."

"You're right! Just do it!"

"Actually, I think the other party has returned to Wulang with a high probability. After all, that is his...old lair? We can go to this teleportation array first. If the range of the tracking technique covers this area...then the only intersection is Wulang gone."

"Hmm! You're right!"

Feeling that this idea is very reasonable, they swarmed through the teleportation array to a small town north of Xini and Wulan, where the church began to perform tracking again.

"Huh? The direction is still wrong, it's still heading west, it's just shifted a little bit more than before..."

"Maybe he went to Riley? Maybe he doesn't want to go back to the country he's familiar with... so he just found a place out of the ordinary?"

"Uh...it's not impossible, but if you want me to live in Riley, I might as well die. Fortunately, the bishop didn't send me to Riley..."

The other priests nodded in unison, feeling sorry for each other.

"Then... teleport to this point."

They switched places again, however—

"Why is it still wrong!! Did he go to Cromwell the hell?"

"Hahaha how is that possible!"

"But he's neither in Riley nor Urang, and there's only Cromwell left in this direction! Unless he chooses a farther distance than Cromwell—or we can call it For jumping into the sea."

"..."

"Suppose we want to confirm that he is in Lake Cromwell... There is no teleportation point on the west side of Lake Cromwell for us, so we can only follow this circle, here, here, and here... Only by going through all of them can we really confirm..."

"Oh my god... this is such a big project, why did this Iserveld defect, I'm already getting tired."

"Hold on, you can do it!"

The six priests ran teleporter after teleporter, cast track after track, just to narrow it down to one spot, and they finally succeeded.

"Damn it, it's really Lake Cromwell, I still don't understand, what is he doing in such a ghostly place?!"

"Who knows? That's something Bishop Pound has to worry about, let's go."

……

Lake Cromwell is a deep blue lake, it is a very deep blue, and the water surface is so clean that it can clearly reflect the appearance of the people by the lake.

As the water ripples fluctuated slightly, the reflection of a person in a black robe with dark silver streaks also swayed.

The man covered everything with a black robe, with a hood on his head, revealing only half of his face and a pair of hands, with a set of silver gloves on his hands.

Not silver, but made of silver.

It was a pair of gloves that were shocking to look at, with soft black silk as the base, and the back of the hand was piled up with pieces of mithril, with a gap in the middle of each piece, and each piece was engraved with its own Secret lines, but these two characteristics can only be seen clearly when the hands are still, as long as they shake, there will only be a dazzling silver light in front of your eyes.

Riemann looked at himself in the reflection, and couldn't help expressing a sigh——

"This over-the-top outfit is finally seeing the light of day."

Riemann has done a lot in the past few days.

As he said before, if he just wants to kill a monster once in a while, it's hard to have any major impact on the environment, but when he needs "the number of monsters enough for his leveling", he has to be careful to maintain the number of monsters in the dark forest The ecological balance of Warcraft.

He spent several days observing, thinking, and recording the relationship between some common monsters—is the hunting relationship between them accidental or a preference?While killing one A, how many B and C must be killed to prevent B and C from expanding wildly with fewer natural enemies... Or, which species is suitable for a little expansion so that Riemann can carry out a harvest of?

This gave him some headaches. After all, he was just a student of mathematics, and things like biology...environment...were beyond his ability.

Feeling a headache, Riemann decided to verify his results while experimenting. So, after brushing a few second-ring monsters that seemed to only hunt, he planned to set aside a few days to see the results.

At the same time, he decided to expand his hunting range.

Based on current experience:

Urang's dark forest is located on the edge of Urang's edge, and it has been a long time before people appear (in response to this, Mrs. Frena once again demonstrated her collapse, when she realized that she could only live in a cave Behind the tent, she was "secretly" planning to escape from the forest. Although it wasn't very secretive, Riemann didn't interrupt her, because Riemann knew that even if she walked out of this maze-like dark forest, she would have to wait again. Walk up... I don't know how many roads to see people).

The surviving curse mages in the snow field lived on the extreme edge of the "snow field" at the edge of the continent. Junia didn't know that there were still people living in such a place before receiving the mission.

Then an idea worth trying appeared like this. The place that is so barren that there are no people is the place that is most likely to make the Holy See feel that "this ghostly place is not worthy of my jurisdiction, and it is not worthy of me to eliminate the threat of magic".

So Riemann went back to Springs in disguise, and borrowed a book on continental human geography from their library.

Then Target One appeared——

Dang Dang, Lake Cromwell.