The days of learning black magic in another world

The reason for choosing these three spells is simple. The skills of the weapons he carefully selected can cause 30% vulnerability to fire spells. It would be too wasteful not to choose a fire skill... and the wind spells Summoning can also expand the range of fire spells. Even without the bonus of weapons, the compatibility of these two skills is very good.

As for the identification technique... Needless to say, for him now, this skill is definitely one of the most urgently needed skills. After all, he has a lot of urgently needed materials that he doesn't know at all.

And this skill is still a must-have skill. Baron Erreira's diary describes his magical life in detail, including clips of him buying things in the black market in the Royal City. Riemann is definitely going to the Royal City. Only Only when you go to Wangcheng will you have the opportunity to become a "regular army" and become a magician in an open and aboveboard manner. At that time, you can just go to the black market recorded in the baron's diary.

After choosing the skills, Riemann looked up at the clock, the sky was already bright enough to barely see the time even with the curtains drawn.

Riemann tidied up and washed up a bit, and walked towards the auditorium. After taking two days off, it was time for him to go out and show off a little.

Today's breakfast was as rich as ever, but Riemann stayed up for three whole days, and was too excited last night. He was so exhausted that his whole body function declined, and he couldn't taste the taste of breakfast.

As soon as he swallowed the corn soup, two familiar figures sat down on his right side. They were Little Polo and Joyce. Both of them asked for leave to go home after that night. Riemann thought it would be a while I couldn't see them anymore, I didn't expect them to reappear after taking two days off, and my mentality recovered quite quickly.

It’s just that little Polo’s face looked so sad, it looked like he had just found out that he was bankrupt, Riemann looked at him with some curiosity, and didn’t quite understand—since he didn’t want to go to school so much, he might as well take advantage of his illness and take a rest The sky is fine, why do you have to put on a hard face and bite the bullet?

"I think so too..." Little Polo glanced at him resentfully, and sighed, only then did Riemann realize that he had asked about his mental activities.

Riemann originally wanted to ask again, but seeing little Polo's distraught and dejected face, he felt that it was better to forget it. It would be bad if he asked some long-winded questions and affected his own meal.

Today's first class is mathematics class, and when Riemann stepped into the classroom, he found that everyone looked like Little Polo today, with dark clouds covering his head and a bleak face.

He sat in his seat in a little confusion, feeling that something was happening, and only he didn't know about it.

He wasn't confused for too long, and Mr. Pale Face strode in with a gloomy face.

He put the book and a stack of parchment in his hand heavily on the table, dragged his voice, and said in his usual mocking tone: "Today, it's time for the monthly exam again, I don't know if you will meet again this month What a surprise for me."

Riemann: "..."

It turned out that this was the reason why Little Polo and the others looked so painful and sad. He had also been away from school for too long. He should have thought of it earlier. In school, there is nothing else that can make a group of students fall into depression at the same time, other than exams.

Mr. Pale Face snorted coldly and started handing out the test papers.

Riemann glanced at the parchment in his hand, and mixed up the content they had learned before, mainly calculation and geometry. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the end. It turned out to be a question from one to one hundred. Growing up listening to the stories of Gauss learning the arithmetic sequence without a teacher, I never imagined that one day I could become the protagonist—after all, it is very obvious that, let alone the formula of the arithmetic sequence, Mr. Did not teach them.

The questions on this "test paper" were obviously too simple for Riemann, who was already familiar with the numbers and part of the language in this world. He spent a few minutes filling up the test paper and then put down his pen.

As soon as he put down the pen, sleepiness came to his mind. He lived for three days. He experienced pain and anger in a high-intensity immersive experience for the first two days. Last night, he was so excited that he had breakfast and made another After not thinking about the paper, his mood calmed down for a moment, and his drowsiness broke through the defenses of his body and mind at the same time.

He tried to struggle. After all, Mr. Pale Face is really keen to let him punish him for copying, but if the sleepy demon is so easy to resist, in the high school classrooms of his original world, there would not be so many sleeping in any position. student...

Riemann finally made a useless struggle. He held the left half of his face with his left hand, and still held the quill in his right hand, hoping that he would look like a confused candidate in deep thought.

He thought well, but the development and direction of things did not go as he wanted.

Riemann only maintained this posture for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, his hands were automatically crossed on the table, and his head was safely pillowed in his arms, leaving only a black round head for outsiders.

At first, he was lucky enough not to be noticed by the pale-faced Mr. Rochester, who was sitting on the podium, elegantly studying the latest issue of "Mathematics and Physics".

However, when he leisurely turned over the last page, he raised his head and glanced at the group of students who made him hopeless, his brows were tightly furrowed, and seeing their scratching their ears and cheeks in the same way, he knew what he had heard in class... …and Riemann, the idiot among idiots, always has some whimsical ideas. I really don’t know what’s wrong with the headmaster’s mind to let this kind of person enter... huh?etc.

Mr. Rochester stood up angrily, and strode towards the middle of the classroom. The crisp sound of his leather shoes stepping on the slate made the students on both sides of the path tremble.

"Ri-man-!"

Riemann shook suddenly, woke up from his sleep, subconsciously grabbed the quill with his right hand, and stroked the paper twice casually.

Rochester was so angry that he was caught and tried to get away with it. He almost gritted his teeth and spit out every word: "Dear Mr. Riemann, is parchment a good taste for pillows?"

Riemann obediently looked at his nose, his nose, and his heart. Although he had a reason this time, he could also understand Mr. Rochester's current mood.

"I have never understood why the president insisted on adding mathematics to the public school's public curriculum. This textbook should only belong to geniuses, and not be ruined by idiots like you, especially you, who can't even read a question... ...How should I describe you, Mr. Riemann?"

Riemann lowered his head, obediently received a reprimand, wondering if Mr. Rochester was so angry that he forgot to leave the last sentence—"Come to my office and copy xx a hundred times!"

Of course, Riemann would not do nothing to remind the other party that he had a terrible headache and reached out to rub his temples. Fortunately, the whole classroom was full of people who acted like this, and he did not stand out.

For the rest of this class, Riemann spent all his energy fighting against the sleepy demon. He dug out all the memories of his previous life as a student from the ashes, and there were still some ideas about "how to trying to stay sane in a boring class" knowledge.

In the end, when the pale-faced Mr. Rochester took away his papers and glared at him, Riemann was relieved, and hurriedly went to the classroom for the next class with Little Polo and the others.

When the day of Riemann (sleeper version) was coming to an end, he was eating dinner in the auditorium, and his mind was full of going back to the dormitory to sleep after eating. The joy of just stepping into the magic world could not resist human instinct without authorization.

At this moment, the crisp sound of bells and bells suddenly sounded on the long table that seemed useless at the front of the auditorium.

Riemann raised his head in some confusion. Behind the long table was Mr. Rochester. His pale face was a little sallow by the candlelight in the auditorium, and his complexion looked even worse. He was holding a gold cup in his hand and was using His spoon was knocked down and down, making a crisp and bright sound.

Unlike Riemann, who was still out of the situation, the students in the entire auditorium consciously put down the food in their hands. Only then did Riemann notice that the people who had dinner in the auditorium today seemed to be very neat, and none of them left.

He had no choice but to follow the other way, first put down the knife and fork in his hand, raised his head and pretended that he was concentrating on looking at Mr. Rochester.

"Today's test has been scored."

The pale-faced Mr. Rochester paused meaningfully, looked around everyone with sharp eyes, and then continued:

"Among them A18, Paul Bell, Deve Marshall, Eden Wadsworth... Vito Redmond... These 18 people will enter the A class next month."

"The B44, Pine Marjorie, John Roderick, Laurie Kingsley, York Beaton...Joyce Ball...these 44 go into next month's tournament in two batches Class B."

"C56 people... enter Class C next month in three batches."

"D20 people, Freddie Polo..."

Riemann thought while listening, it turned out to be a placement test... He entered school later than others, and no one told him this well-known unspoken rule. The name didn't appear either.

He raised his head, and Mr. Rochester seemed to know what he was thinking, and cast his eyes on him, dragging out his tone.

"Of course, in this test, we also have an excellent genius who performed exceptionally well..."

"Given the only paper that is all correct. It is a pity that this genius obtained this result by cheating."