The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann was put on a three-piece suit awkwardly.

This is a dark blue dress, with some golden threads hooked on the edges, and the overall appearance is very in line with Polo's "low-key luxury" requirements.

But the elderly gentleman frowned and looked at Riemann, and muttered: "No."

So Riemann was put on another dark red dress, but it still didn't work, and another... and another... After four or five sets, Riemann wore a black dress.

It's pure black, but it's very black... with layers. There are two rows of silver buttons on the jacket, and the cuffs and collar are also lined with silver threads. The long hem of the jacket is slightly flared, making Riemann even more slender. .

Mr. Carl finally showed a satisfied expression. He fetched a silver brooch with a silver wreath surrounding a black moon—an obsidian.

"That's right, this is the set... how it suits your eyes."

Old Karl said with emotion, he glanced at Riemann again, held his chin and fell into thinking. Before Riemann was stared at by him, he finally showed a look of sudden realization, and clapped his hands: "I know!"

When the old Carl returned happily, he had an extra bottle of hair gel in his hand. He squeezed the hair gel on his hand, played with Riemann's hair with his bare hands, and combed all his drooping bangs and hair.

"Such a handsome face should be revealed."

Riemann opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, dazed for a moment. The teenager in the mirror was wearing a well-fitting shirt and a long windbreaker, and his expression looked a little faint. As Old Carl said, the brooch was very Complementing his dark eyes, especially after he lifted his bangs up to reveal his entire face, those dark eyes were even more breathtaking against the mole of tears under his eyes.

In fact, Riemann rarely looked in the mirror. In his impression, he saw himself in the mirror for the first time when he stepped into Rhodes College on the first day. His body and face were too thin, his hair was messy, and he couldn't see the beauty at all. Ugly, the only advantage may be that the eyes are brighter.

Unexpectedly, after two weeks of eating and drinking at Rhodes College, he grew some meat, and his whole person almost changed, which made Riemann sigh that he actually looked like this...

"Wow……"

Little Polo's voice came from behind, Riemann turned around subconsciously, but the other party couldn't help taking a step back.

Riemann showed a slightly confused expression, and little Polo was a little stuck: "You, you look now... more noble than those nobles who are full of inheritance, ancient, and historical."

Riemann's clear eyes glanced at him, and his expression was neither sad nor happy. Little Polo couldn't help swallowing: "That's it! Keep it like this! Even if Sidmund yells at the dinner that you are a commoner, no one will believe it. he!"

Riemann took off the brooch: "I don't want this brooch, wrap up the others for me, and check out."

Little Polo immediately shouted: "No! I want a brooch! This brooch is the finishing touch! Uncle Karl, wrap it up for me."

Riemann frowned: "I can't afford the jewelry."

Little Polo looked as if he was choked: "Who said you have to pay, I..." He lowered his voice, "Am I tired of working and dare to ask you to pay..."

Riemann smiled, and said to him in a low voice: "I am a kind, honest devil, and I don't want you to pay for me."

He intended to comfort him with little Polo's brain circuits, but for some reason, little Polo was obviously not too afraid of him at first, but now seeing him smiling, he took a few steps back in horror, and then almost It was running to check out.

Riemann: ...how could this be?

"A total of ten silver coins and sixty copper."

Riemann had a heartache. Sure enough, ancient and modern China and foreign countries, even if they change time and space, or even change the world, luxury goods are things that rich people have nothing to do to burn money. His one-year cost at Rhodes College, tuition plus basic necessities of life , only twenty silver coins, such a dress, plus a brooch (and a can of hairspray as a bonus), can actually cover his expenses for half a year. What's even more frightening is that little Polo is obviously used to this price , I paid without blinking my eyes, with a face full of "I am a person who does not treat money as money".

But after the heartache is over, he is actually a person who does not need to treat money as money for the time being, and he can still afford ten silver coins.

But at this moment, little Polo showed agility that he hadn't shown when he was besieged, and Riemann watched him run into the carriage in a hurry, and when Riemann came up, he had an expression of swearing to death: "I won't accept your money! I know your... routine! If I accept your silver coins, my soul will be sold to the devil, right!"

Riemann: "..."

Riemann: "Don't mention demons at night, they may really come."

Little Polo's pupils trembled, his face was full of shock, and he immediately huddled in a corner, and he didn't dare to pray to the God of Light. After all, he had been a follower by this devil's side for too long (was he a follower? I don’t know how to be a servant!), even when he went to church last Sunday, he was a little trembling...

Riemann smiled in the dark. Forget it, it’s okay if the other party refuses to accept it. The ten silver coins can be replaced with many things at the same value, such as... a request from a magician.Of course, the premise is that he has to survive the damn job change task.

Riemann looked out the window at the dark night, and his heart sank little by little. The potion materials were prepared step by step, but he had been deliberately ignoring the job transfer task itself in his heart—maintaining negative emotions for two days and then Going to meet the devil, the mission didn't say what would happen if you failed, but...you can guess it, maybe you fell into complete madness, maybe you were torn apart by the devil... In short, it probably won't be anything Good end.

If this world is defined as a game-like world because he traveled through the built-in system, does that mean that the probability of death is the same as in the game?

However, the moonlight was pouring down like silver water, and Riemann still wanted to try it, after all—that was the world of magic...

"The second step, ballroom dancing, this is actually very simple..." Little Polo talked about his meeting, and immediately forgot that when he was in the carriage just now, he was shivering and avoiding Riemann.The light from the fireplace in the dormitory shone on his face, which made him fit the description of "red-faced" for a while, and he looked like a lecturer who was confidently teaching success.

"Come, come, let me teach you..." Little Polo walked towards Riemann excitedly, but he was a little stuck when he saw Riemann's current appearance-Riemann was still wearing the black he just bought from Figgins. In the silver-trimmed dress, the whole person was extremely expensive, and his expression was still as indifferent as usual, but set off by this brand new dress, his cold expression was not as gloomy as usual, but became more expensive, making Xiao Bo Luo felt that his outstretched hand seemed a little offensive, and he didn't know where to put it, so he turned a corner and put it on Joyce's shoulder: "Come on! Joyce, come and demonstrate with me !"

Joyce was startled when his name was suddenly called. He was a little reluctant, but he couldn't resist, so he had to accompany Polo in a ballroom dancing demonstration depressed.

In fact, he really wanted to complain. Where did Little Polo have the confidence to think that he could teach Riemann... He just jumped a few steps, and his feet hurt from being stepped on...

Riemann looked at it for a while, and felt that it was a bit similar to a simplified version of the waltz. He had learned it before, so he was not too unfamiliar, so he stopped: "Okay, I will."

Little Polo asked suspiciously, "Really?"

He has been learning this damn dance for half a year, and he was criticized by his tutor for being flawless.

Riemann got up helplessly and demonstrated the dance steps. His movements were not too standard, just a general demonstration, but it seemed that there was a casual beauty.

Little Polo has always been strong, or his dull heart rarely felt a little hurt, but he quickly shook his head and comforted himself—he is a magician... What's wrong with learning things quickly QAQ...

"The last step is a fashionable topic now, as long as this part is solved, you can get into this dinner perfectly, unless Redmond wants to risk the name Redmond's reputation for treating guests in person Come out to embarrass you."

"The most talked-about topic recently is the newly opened theater in the city center—the Flaming Rose. It was built by wealthy businessmen from the mainland a few months ago. The concept is novel. The whole theater looks like a rose, and it is not exquisite. From a distance, it seems that the flame just happened to form a rose shape when it jumped..."

"Not only is the appearance novel, but the performance inside is also the freshest thing on the mainland. For example, the play "Dragon Ring" has been sold out since the day the theater was newly opened. It is about a brave knight who saves a girl. In return, the knight gave him a ring, which was actually a token for summoning the dragon. After that, when the knight almost failed in the fight against the evil, his blood soaked the ring, and the huge silver dragon appeared, and the evil Eliminated and rescued the knight, from then on, the knight has a dragon as a partner, and finally... the dragon is the prototype of the girl!"

"I'm so envious..." Little Polo became more and more engrossed in speaking, and finally spoke with annoyance, "Why is this knight not me?"

Riemann carefully took down his words, not only to deal with Redmond's possible difficulties, but also to learn more about the world.