The days of learning black magic in another world

It took Riemann some time to sort out the key points from the Baron's entire volume of angry and messy content.

"Damn! Damn it! Then why have I been hiding for decades!"

"Hahahaha, is this the open and aboveboard Holy See? On the surface, it is killing all magicians, but in fact it is cultivating its own magicians?"

"Damn it, the Holy See is actually cultivating magicians. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed the news until I died..."

"Why? Why!"

"Why can the children of the earl and viscount enter the academy specially set up by the Holy See to study magic openly, and other people, even if they are talented, are still evil to be eliminated. Hell, this unfair world, let's destroy it as soon as possible!"

The corner of Riemann’s mouth twitched——When you caught the poor and made ghosts, you didn’t feel that the world is unfair. You, a baron, can catch people for experiments, and the poor and servants who are caught can only lose their lives in vain. Thinking about the unfairness of this world.

"No, I have to find a way to get in. There must be something I need there."

The following content is roughly that Baron Urella wanted to kill a person who had an admission invitation letter, and then replaced him in this magical academy, but he obviously failed, and was almost discovered by the church. After a while, he fled back to Bartley County.

So... Riemann tapped his fingers on the bed, the Holy See has its own magic academy?This is really big news.

In other words, in this world, there is a balance between "becoming a magician" and "don't worry about being hunted down". Although he has made up his mind to become a magician, he is not catching up. The person looking for a beating, if he can, he really doesn't want himself to be wiped out by a holy light from the Holy See or simply be bombarded by magic like this Baron Urella one day. This baron deserves a sentence, but The Holy See obviously didn't care what he did before, and the only reason he was dismissed was that he was a magician outside the "establishment".

Therefore, Riemann is now very interested in this Magic Academy dominated by the Holy See.

"Ahhhh—help! Help! Ahhh mother—oh ghost, don't come here! Don't come here!"

Riemann exited from the reading interface, lifted the quilt, and lit the candlestick by the bed——Little Polo was having a nightmare, and he probably returned to the basement in his dream, his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, and his hands were tightly grasped. Covering the quilt, Riemann stepped forward and pushed him: "Polo? Polo?"

"Ahhh-!"

Little Polo sat up suddenly, opened his eyes after screaming, and looked blankly at Riemann who was holding a candlestick in his hand.

Riemann used his softest tone: "This is your dormitory, you are no longer in the basement of Redmond's house, there are no ghosts here."

Little Polo looked at him blankly, and Riemann just kept a gentle smile, trying to influence him and let him go back to sleep, so as not to disturb the people in the middle of the night.

But Little Polo obviously didn't feel his good intentions. He stared straight at Riemann, and then his eyes became redder and redder, and finally cried out with a "wow": "I—— want to go home--!"

Riemann: "..."

Heck.

Fortunately, little Polo shook a bell on the head of the bed that Riemann thought was purely decorative, and Ms. Becky rushed over without his help to call someone.He also had this bell beside his bed, but Ms. Becky apparently forgot to explain the use of this thing to him.

Little Polo was taken back home overnight. Riemann looked at his empty bed and rubbed his chin to think. He had already drank the holy water, but he still went home for vacation because of being overly frightened. He wanted to ask for two days off for the same reason. , it seems that it is not impossible?The full moon is exactly two days away.

So, the next day, among the people who asked for leave because of a small accident in Redmond's New Manor, there were not many Riemann's names.

The potion has been prepared, and the next step is to fill myself with negative emotions for two full days according to the task.

The most recent and most stark negativity has been the pain of waking up to the stench of the sewers.

Riemann forced himself to recall the sights and smells at that time, perhaps it was really the reason for his deep impression, but after a short memory, the bad smell hit his face again, he couldn't help scratching his arms a few times, as if his body It was not the clean school uniform of Rhodes College, but the set of black sackcloth that had been worn for several years. Thinking about it this way, an unbearable itchiness slowly appeared on the hair and skin, as if something was in it. Climb the same.

This fantasy kept him irritable for an entire hour, but it was only an hour. After an hour, Riemann found that the stimulation given to him by this fantasy was a little numb, and he had to increase the "dose".

What would life be like if he didn't have this game system after he woke up?He should still be working under the "boss" whose name he didn't remember, and can only eat black bread that can chisel out sawdust every day.

This "if line" of fantasy made Riemann almost feel a little suffocated. How long does it take for a modern person to live such a life before he is completely worn out and perfectly integrated?

Riemann closed his eyes, as if he saw himself growing up every day surrounded by black bread and sewers, a little bit forgetting that he should belong to the modern society, and gradually getting used to all the bad realities...

He spent three hours imagining the tragic stories and ways of death that might happen to a commoner in the Middle Ages, and finally exhausted his imagination, so he had to change another "if line"-if he was really wrongly judged as a magician, he might Already tortured and tortured in the prison of the Holy See.

For the first time, Riemann discovered that his imagination was so rich, and this kind of immersive fantasy made his face constantly change. In the dormitory where he was the only one, this handsome young man frowned for a while, wept for a while, and clasped his hands for a while, It looked very strange.

When he finally couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality, when he really thought that he had gone through those IF lines in a trance, a huge resentment broke out from the bottom of his heart—why?Why?Why should he be the one who crossed over?Why did he want to travel to such a bad era?Why would he want to cross over to such an identity who wants nothing but nothing?Why can't he stay in the modern age and enjoy air-conditioning and takeaways? The biggest worry is whether the audience will like the next magic trick he designed?

……

Outside the window, the day and night change, the moon rises and sets, until the completely rounded moon hangs high in the sky again, and a familiar system prompt sounds.

"[Professional Transfer Task: Front] Completed"

“[Professional transfer task: official] has been opened: you have filled your heart with negative emotions for two days, please proceed to the next step, take your golden branch, and set foot on the crossroads of the full moon night (reminder: you need to keep your mind clear) "

Riemann woke up suddenly.

There was still a somewhat distorted expression on that indifferent and handsome face, but it disappeared soon. He opened the curtains—in order not to be affected by the outside weather, he closed the curtains two days ago. Being in the dark is also one of the reasons why he almost drove himself crazy-the watery silver moonlight coldly sprinkled on Riemann's body, making his pale face even whiter, and making the moles at the corners of his eyes really turn into Tears flowed down, but looking again, that face was clearly extremely indifferent, and it didn't look like it was about to cry.

Riemann calmed down for a while, tidied up his clothes, and then took out the task item "Golden Branch" in the system backpack. The golden branch was actually mistletoe that had been picked and placed for several months. The whole branch was golden and golden. , it is very beautiful.

He put on his cloak, gathered the golden branch in his cuffs, and left the public school in the night.