The days of learning black magic in another world

Before Little Jack had time to react to the sudden appearance of Riemann, the army on the opposite side started shouting first.

"Magician?!"

Riemann turned his head and smiled at them, although he wore a hood to prevent his identity from being exposed too obviously - after all, he is still cooperating with the Holy See to eradicate the abyss, although everyone knows that the Forbidden Curse Mage of Wulang's level is only He was alone, but there was still some polite cover-up—and the hood covering most of his face made the smile less friendly than usual, and more eerie.

"Please wait a moment, I am enrolling students."

Father Fosdell released several magical spells at the speed of light, and Riemann calmly added a group snowflake shield, and put a vine entanglement by the way.

Little Jack: "Mr. Devil, can you help us repel the enemy?"

Riemann: "No, I can protect you, but I will not attack your enemies. If you want to defeat them, come and learn magic from me."

The others all looked at Little Jack.

Little Jack gritted his teeth: "If someone must learn magic, then I will do it!"

Riemann: "Very good, please listen to the question. A man wants to cross the river. He takes a wolf, a sheep, and a pile of pasture. There is only one boat in front of him. It is only enough for him to take one thing to the other side at a time. How to transport these things to the other side intact?"

"Huh?" Little Jack was stunned, and the rest of the people were also stunned.

Riemann couldn't help but smiled: "Although I have always been begging you to learn magic, I have never said that learning magic is a simple thing, right?"

"Think quickly, the enemy is right in front of you."

Little Jack felt that his mind was in chaos for a moment, what, what do you mean?Is Mr. Devil asking him to give an answer?

On the left of him are the partners who worked together and rushed into Brar Manor together, and on the right are the enemies who were eyeing tigers but were temporarily suppressed by Mr. Devil.

Yes...he has to think fast, he has to think fast!

When a man crosses a river, there are wolves, sheep, and grass. He can only take one thing with him each time he takes a boat.

Wolf, sheep, grass.

Men should not be able to put wolves and sheep together and leave by themselves, because wolves will eat sheep...

Riemann touched his chin: "Are you going to let Little Jack think about this problem alone? Does no one want to help him?"

Little Jack was slightly interrupted by Riemann's words. He raised his head and looked at his companions. Old White gritted his teeth: "Mr. Magician, you, please, please repeat the topic just now!"

Riemann repeated it again with a smile on his face.

A warm current surged in Little Jack's heart. He took a deep breath and refocused on the topic Mr. Devil just said.

If you take the wolf across the river first... no, then the sheep and the pasture will be alone on this side of the river. The sheep will eat the pasture, so you can only leave the wolf and the pasture here first. The sheep cross the river... and come back, with... the wolf?No, wolves will eat sheep, so bring pasture?neither...

ah……!By the way, you can bring the sheep back to this side of the river after taking the wolf to the other side of the river!That way it's always just the wolf and the pasture on the same side!

"I figured it out!"

"I figured it out!"

Little Jack and a teenager who looked like he was in the crowd shouted at the same time. After Little Jack shouted "I thought of it", he glanced at the other party who spoke at the same time as himself. He didn't look familiar. He didn't have much impression, he should be a very silent person.

"First take the sheep to the other side of the river, then come back, take the wolf, go to the other side of the river, put down the wolf, take the sheep back to this side of the river, put down the sheep, take the pasture, go to the other side, and come back to get the sheep."

Riemann: "Very well, remember this answer firmly, and then close your eyes."

Little Jack was taken aback for a moment, but he glanced at the soldiers bound tightly by the dark green vines... and the priest, and closed his eyes obediently.

"Imagine a point."

Little Jack tried hard to fix a dot in his mind.

"Imagine that dot is the answer to the question just now."

Little Jack:?

He wasn't sure he could do such an unreasonable thing, but he could only try.

"Let it spread, the dots spread the lines, remember, from the answer."

After dozens of seconds, Little Jack opened his eyes: "I... I can't seem to imagine it."

Riemann: "Go on, I never said learning magic is easy."

"Don't be dumbfounded by the others. Are you going to put your hope of success on Little Jack alone?"

"The answer has been told to you, come and try."

……

Sydney.

Generally speaking, the dilapidated nobles are not most worried about being dilapidated. No matter how dilapidated they are, they are unlikely to be reduced to the point where they have to worry about food and clothing just like ordinary people.

The most disturbing thing is to "maintain decency".

No one cares about you, but someone cares about your dress, your mansion, your party.

Mitchell Comic is 20 years old this year. The Comic family began to lose in the previous generation. It is not right to say that... In fact, the hidden danger has existed for a long time, but since his father, the wealth of their family seems to have evaporated Same, disappearing faster than running water.

After her father died, her mother was still obsessed with the glory of the Comic family. To be precise, she would rather die than cut expenses, so that people could see that the Comic family had run out of money.

This has worried Mitchell since he was a teenager.

He needs silver coins, lots of silver coins.

Ways to get rich are rare and always in the hands of richer nobles, but...

If he's willing to take the risk.

Ulan cloth has never had a reputation before, but it has been different in recent years. Although Sidney is no longer allowed to import Ulan cloth, for the once prominent Comic family, it is not necessary to inquire about foreign affairs. not difficult.

Wulang improved the spinning machine and loom, greatly reduced the cost of cloth, and sold it at a very low price. Mitchell calculated that if he could replicate Ulang’s weaving factory, the money would That's enough for him to really recover what he had spent when his father was still alive.

But after all, this is a violation of the Queen's warrant. Mitchell has been unable to make up his mind until last month, when his fiancée broke the engagement with him.

"Five years ago...November...Where the hell..."

Mitchell held a candle, stepped on a stool, and rummaged through the shelves in the study. His father had the habit of collecting newspapers according to time. After his father died, this habit was still preserved by the housekeeper. Before the ban was issued, the newspaper once published a description of Wulanglai's spinning machine.

He needs that newspaper.

"November... 11st, 1nd, 2rd... Ah! Found it!"

"...With eight spindles operating at the same time, eight times as much yarn can be spun. The schematic diagram is as follows..."

Mitchell is not good at handicrafts, but he knows someone who is good at it, and he also knows that this good person is as short of money as he is, short enough to take the risk.

The only thing he worries about now is that although Her Majesty the Empress confiscated all the Ulang spinning machines in the territory, can those who have owned them really resist copying them again?I hope he hasn't made up his mind too late, or he will have to drink soup again, but at least the price of cloth around Borah County has not changed much, and he has checked it himself.

It should be in time.