The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann: "Are there any specimens of mithril, goblin cloth, snow crystal, and painful water ghost?"

Crow: "The first three are easy to get. When you come to pay, you can give it to you. The painful water ghosts don't catch it, it's too dirty."

Riemann: "..."

Is there anyone else doing business like this?These days, the owner of the shop is the uncle, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and then began to collect information.

"How dirty is it?"

A particularly concrete expression of disgust appeared on the crow's face, even in such a dense night, it was very easy to recognize: "The ones in the stinky ditch, in the garbage dump, where there are many poor people around are better, you go Turn it over."

Riemann: "...OK."

Crow: "So when are you coming to pick up the goods?"

Riemann: "The night after tomorrow, Sunday night, 1kg of Mithril, 10 meters of goblin cloth, and 3 snow crystals, how much do you want?"

Crow: "Get ready for five hundred silver coins, goodbye."

Riemann was heartbroken upon hearing the words, learning magic really cost money.

After the crow finished speaking, he flapped his wings and flew back to the bald tree without waiting for Riemann to say "goodbye".When Riemann left, he looked up at the crow, but its eyes didn't seem to be as agile as before. It was just an ordinary bird combing its fur.

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For Little Polo, this was an ordinary Saturday morning. Although he had just passed the brutal math monthly exam this week, the pain was healed after sleeping on the big soft bed at home.

At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, little Polo sat up slowly from the bed, and the maid had already brought in today's breakfast... To be precise, he was awakened by the smell of creamy soup and grilled lamb chops.

The maid tied a white napkin for him, and spread a layer of quilt on the quilt in front of him before handing the food to little Polo.

After a leisurely breakfast, and by the way complaining about what he eats in school, the maid handed him an invitation.

Little Polo glanced curiously. Generally, invitations are sent to his parents. He is at most the "family" who "brings his family". It's really strange that someone would write an invitation for him.

The invitation cover featured a giant rose, a giant, burning rose, to be precise.

"Dear little Mr. Polo, tonight Flame Rose Theater will stage a brand new, never-before-disclosed, excellent show. On the stage tonight, you will see a magician who tames flames. I look forward to hearing from you." arrival."

"Ahhh——Fire Rose! It's Flame Rose! Flame Rose is going to be in a new show!"

Little Polo excitedly waved the invitation and stood up from the bed, read it aloud again happily, and then rushed out of the bed, rushed out of the room, and ran to the Polo couple who were enjoying breakfast.

"Father! Mother! Flaming Rose is going to be in a new play tonight! I'm not going to Joyce's manor, I'm going to the theater!"

Mr. Polo is a tall, middle-aged man with a slightly serious face. Judging from their size, appearance and demeanor, it is difficult for anyone to believe that they are father and son.

Mr. Polo glared at little Polo when he heard the words: "Who told you to go to Joyce's manor for you to play? It was for you to study with Joyce! What else do you know besides flame roses? No! go!"

Little Polo pursed his lips: "But...the invitations for the flame rose have been sent to me, it would be too bad if I didn't go..."

Mr. Polo glanced at him contemptuously when he heard the words: "Mr. Eugene, the boss of Flame Rose, was famous for his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness in every detail when he was in Sidney. Every time he sends out invitations for a new drama, he always sends out invitations for every noble surname family." Everyone in the room is taken care of, do you think he will notice if you are there?"

With his fingers, he brushed off the two invitations in his hands that were identical to those in Little Polo's hand, and put a final note on the hidden meaning of "Don't be sentimental."

Little Polo said more convincingly: "If everyone has received the invitation, then I have no choice but to go. What if I am the only one in the school who hasn't seen the new play of Flaming Rose when I arrive at the school next Monday? I will be punished. Laugh at me to death! Father, how could you let me fall into such a situation!"

In the end, Mrs. Poirot smoothed things over with a peaceful smile on her face: "The whole family will go to the theater together tonight, and I will send Freddy to Joyce's manor tomorrow."

Little Polo cheered and rushed back to the room, completely forgetting his father's hateful eyes.

Little Polo and his parents got into the carriage and went to Flame Rose when night fell. After getting off the car, his parents were chatting with familiar people, but his eyes were completely attracted by the huge poster at the entrance of the theater.

On the poster with a yellow background, there is a black figure on it. It can be seen that he is wearing a top hat and a dress. His hands are folded into a circle in front of his chest, and there is a burning flame between his hands.

Little Polo was very excited, it seemed that this scene must be very exciting.

When his parents finally finished chatting with the others, he dragged them to the box of Polo's house. After a short wait, he heard the announcer shout: "Please enjoy the new program of Flaming Rose——Magic" A Those who are favored or entangled by flames"!"

Little Polo excitedly stood by the fence, wanting to see more clearly, but a trace of confusion flashed through his mind—magic?What magic?Isn't this the new drama of Flame Rose?

But the curtain has been slowly opened, and he can't care about thinking about these minutiae issues.

The curtain was opened, and the lights of the venue were turned off by the staff. The strange thing was that the stage was also pitch black, and only a desk could be vaguely seen, behind which someone was writing hard.

When the curtain was fully drawn, the man seemed to finally be unable to stand reading and writing in such a dark environment. He took out a match and lit it. The little bit of light illuminated his face, and little Polo was taken aback suddenly. This face... ...Why does it look familiar?

The person on the stage approached the candlestick carefully protecting the match. When the candlestick was lit, he shook his hand violently as if he had been burned. Up to now, little Polo felt that the scene was inexplicable, but the next second , he rubbed his eyes vigorously, because he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

After the people on the stage shook their hands under the table, when they picked up their hands again, there was clearly a flame burning in their palms!

Little Polo heard a short scream from the lady in the next box.

But because although the people on the stage also looked shocked, his expression and exaggerated body language clearly showed that it was just a show of shock!

So the screaming of the lady next door stopped abruptly again.

Looking at the people on the stage from shock to bewilderment to joy, Little Polo started turning around and lit all the candles on the stage with the flame in his hand, the ones on the desk and the ones hanging on the constructed wall. When the light came on, his figure became clearer and clearer, and little Polo's expression changed from shock, admiration and excitement to fear—it was Riemann! !

Little Polo turned his head to look at both sides, looked around the seats under the box again, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Riemann—is he crazy? !Perform magic in front of everyone!

Riemann on the stage looked a little strange, not because of his appearance, he did change into a gorgeous dress that he would not normally wear, and exposed his forehead again, and did not know what makeup was on his face to make his facial features more three-dimensional Charming and handsome against the candlelight.What was strange was his demeanor. In Little Polo's impression, Riemann's expression was always indifferent, even a little cold, which was in line with his usual impression of magicians... cough, imagination.

But now Riemann on the stage has a frenzied look on his face. As he moves faster and more candlesticks are lit, everyone understands what he wants to express—he is performing The ecstasy of an ordinary man who has suddenly gained the ability to control fire.

Finally, the stage was brightly lit, and the flame in his hand was also extinguished. The expression on his face calmed down from frenzy, but turned into a trace of hesitation. He returned to the desk, sat down, picked up the original box of matches, and took out a match.

He held up the match, looked at it for a moment, lit it, squinted at the white flame for a moment, and then—swallowed it.

"Ahhhh-"

"Wow!"

"How is it possible?! Is he crazy?"

The audience was in an uproar. This group of nobles who claimed to have seen the world and maintained elegance all the time was almost agitated. It was as noisy as a vegetable market in the early morning. Some people even stood up and looked around, wanting to see more. Be clear.

Riemann on the stage has put away the fanaticism just now, and his face has turned into pure arrogance.

He pointed to the fireplace on the stage, and the raging flames burst into flames immediately.

The curtain slowly closed, and the first act: the person who controls the flames—is over.

Amidst the noisy sound of the audience, the curtain was quickly opened again, but the scene had changed, it was no longer the original study room, but a forest, and the man on the stage walked briskly on the path in the forest , he looked arrogant and relaxed, as if he didn't take anything seriously.

A leaf fell and landed in his hand, and a fire rose in his hand immediately, consuming the leaf.

Walking all the way like this, a strong man suddenly appeared on the road ahead, and he shouted the first line on stage today: "Root!"

In fact, after he yelled out his voice, little Polo, including other audience members, realized that there was no sound on the stage except the footsteps of the only actor... It was just that they had been frightened and didn't notice it.

Facing this strong robber who suddenly appeared, the young man in an exaggerated dress smiled contemptuously. He snapped his fingers, and the clothes on the robber spontaneously ignited.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The robber frantically slapped his burning clothes and rolled wildly on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames. The boy just looked at him with a funny face.

However, his arrogant and sarcastic expression soon became unstoppable, because the other party was rolling on the ground full of fallen leaves, the flames on his body quickly spread to the ground, and quickly burned from the fallen leaves to the nearby bushes, waiting for the boy to react At that time, he was already surrounded by raging flames, his expression changed from amused to frightened, he waved his arms, trying to direct the spreading flames, but the fire did not obey his command this time, and even burned his body on the corner of the clothes.

The audience in the audience looked at the young man who was defiant because of his ability to control the flame just now, flapping his clothes in horror like the robber just now, trying to put out the fire, but it didn't work at all. Running forward, the hearts of the audience also tugged.

Fortunately... Fortunately, there is a clear spring at the end of the forest setting.

The boy jumped into the water.

The curtain rises, and the second act: the man caught in flames—is over.