The days of learning black magic in another world

The dazzling white light dissipated, and two figures appeared.

One is Redmond's eldest brother, with blond hair that seems to glow in the dark.

The other one really exudes white holy light, and is the priest who once came to test whether Riemann was a magician.

When this ray of holy light descended, all the ghosts in this small space evaporated, leaving only small silver nuclei scattered on the ground.

Riemann glanced, a little pity, and a little heartache.

The terrified Vito Redmond saw his elder brother appear, and all the grievances in his heart exploded at once. The dark corridor that can't be walked to the end, the ground that suddenly cracked, the "basement" of the basement full of ghosts, He's been through a lot today!

He howled and threw himself on top of his elder brother.

"Wow, Jeffrey, how did you find out we're here?"

The blond young man named Jeffrey patted his poor, frightened little brother on the shoulder: "The dinner party is about to start, I remember you said that you must introduce the Golden Duke Garden to your friends personally, In the end, after searching for a long time, I didn't see any of you, but fortunately, a lady who was reading a book told me that you came to explore the basement."

"It's not an adventure...it's a visit..." Redmond muttered.

"Okay, okay, it's a visit... She told me that you came to visit the basement."

"As soon as I walked down the stone stairs in the basement, I felt that something was wrong. Fortunately, I remembered that Father Prescott was also at the dinner party, so I hurried to ask him for help, which delayed a little time."

"Fortunately, you are all right, otherwise I really..."

Geoffrey's face slowly surfaced with anger.

"Father, can you see what's going on here?" Jeffrey turned his head to look at the priest who was waiting for them to finish chatting with indifference.

Father Prescott glanced at him coldly: "These ghosts should be kept by the masters."

"Hiss—" Everyone gasped in unison.

Geoffrey: "You mean Baron Urella???"

The priest was silent for a while: "Looking at the portrait in the corridor, it may be the former Baron Erreira."

For a moment, there was silence in this "room" who didn't know if it could be called a room, and only the sound of the startled boy panting heavily could be heard.

Priest: "You take them back first."

Jeffrey nodded: "Okay."

He subconsciously wanted to take his younger brother away first, but he saw Miss Reina in the corner in a blink of an eye, so he had to push away the crying Vito Redmond, walked to Miss Reina, and turned Waist.

"Dear Miss Reina, may I take you up first?"

Reina lifted her skirt and nodded at him, but she couldn't reach her hand yet.

There was a familiar shaking of the ground, a familiar sound of cracking—cobweb-like cracks suddenly appeared on the walls of this small basement, and then they shattered and finally collapsed.

Except for Jeffrey Redmond and Father Prescott, the same thought flashed through the minds of almost everyone present—why did it happen again.

"Jie Jie! Since you're here, let's all stay!"

With a strange three-dimensional surround laughter, Miss Lena let out an exclamation, and her body backed up uncontrollably. Jeffrey looked serious and tried to catch the other party, but the other party's speed was too fast. You can't catch the hem of the dress of a noble lady.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem." Miss Reina backed up and rushed into the dust room raised by the wall that had just collapsed, and was choked to cough.

When the swirling dust dispersed, Riemann finally saw Miss Lena's current situation clearly - she was being grabbed by the neck by a man in a straight dress. Riemann had never seen him, but he could be called familiar, because That was the previous Earl Erelia whom he had just seen numerous portraits of.

In addition to these two, the other parts of the wall that were exposed after the crash also caught Riemann's eyes. There were shelves with various strange items, crucibles with bubbling heat, silver coins stacked together, and so on. There are all kinds of books that look old.

Looks very... magician.

Sure enough, that Riemann met twice, and a priest who had no extra expressions frowned, and his indifferent voice sounded without a trace of warmth: "Magician."

The former Earl of Urilah raised his eyebrows, and raised a handsome and sinister smile: "Yes, what's the matter, honorable, the great follower of the God of Light wants to destroy me on behalf of God?"

His tone was frivolous enough, and the hands that grabbed Miss Reina's neck were locked even tighter, causing Miss Reina to whimper, and also made the priest's brows frowned even tighter.

The priest did not respond to his verbal provocation, but only stretched out his hand, and the pure white light gathered in his hand. The former Earl Urella snorted coldly, and snapped his fingers not to be outdone. On the human side, weird magic circles lit up one after another, turning into red flames and eroding away towards the priest's holy light.

As soon as they fought, the holy light was fine. The priest's holy light was all well-shaped and well-targeted, heading straight for the former baron without threatening others.

The flames of the former baron were not so kind. From time to time, there would be a tongue of flame here and a little spark there, driving everyone to flee. After Jeffrey stepped forward to help, the situation became even more chaotic. Don’t look at the sword on his waist It was slender and fancy like a ritual sword, and it was really sword-like when it was struck, and it damaged the ruins that were not much left. For a while, the basement was full of gravel and powder flying around.

The boys and girls screamed and ran around, Riemann coughed and looked around, and finally dragged Polo, who had been holding him, to the former baron's bookshelf.

Most people always avoid their belongings when they fight, so it should be safer than other places, Riemann thought while coughing.

Of course, he has another reason. These piles of books... should all be considered [magic books]?

He quickly used the [Magic Reading] skill, no matter what content was in it, he entered it into the system first.

On the other side, the battle between the former Baron Urella and priest and Geoffrey Redmond has reached a fever pitch.

Seeing Riemann hiding behind the bookshelf, the other boys and girls suddenly realized that they learned to find some valuables for refuge. In other words, the priest and Jeffrey completely let go.

But in Riemann's view, the two of them seem to be still at a disadvantage, and Riemann is a little nervous.

The priest obviously noticed this too. If they continue to grind like this, they will only lose in the end. He frowned, pulled off a silver nameplate on his chest, and began to chant in a low voice.

When he finished chanting, there was a scream behind him, and a blue bird of prey made of water rushed out from behind him, flung its teeth and claws at the former Baron Arrela, and wherever it passed, red flames lit up one after another. Festival defeat.

Riemann showed a confused look: This looks...why does it look like magic?

His question was quickly answered, because the former baron shouted angrily after being stunned: "Hypocrisy! Shameless Holy See! Is this the priest's trump card? The sealed water magic? Why, your sacred magic Isn't that enough to take you away?"

Riemann thought to himself: So...it's really magic. The relationship between the Holy See and magicians in this world doesn't seem that simple...

"Dear priest, don't you think your Holy See is so contradictory? While saying that magicians are evil and need to be eliminated, while cultivating your own magicians as combat power, oh I see, you also admit it Isn't magic much easier to use than magic?"

Although the former baron kept provocative, he seemed to be forced into a desperate situation and could only talk trash like crazy, but when the water bird got closer and swallowed all his flames, the ring on his ring finger suddenly bloomed An ice-blue light came out, and a spell of ice and snow was cast out, freezing the attacking waterfowl in place inch by inch.

He showed a provocative smile towards the priest, as if to say: Well, your trump card can only go so far.

The priest always maintained that expression of neither sadness nor joy, no matter whether the other party had the upper hand or the lower hand, no matter how much the other party mocked his behavior of using magic, the priest remained unmoved, and it was the same at this time. The same is true when the smile froze on his face and then slowly fell down.

"you you……"

The former baron pointed at the priest with disbelief, and fell to the ground.

The priest stroked the silver nameplate, and slowly moved his fingers down, revealing three notches on it, which meant that the nameplate could carry three instant spells.

Elemental magic is always done with great fanfare, not as hidden and easy to use as the curse system.